Yes, a whole week (plus!) without putting thought to keyboard (because pen to paper doesn’t work in this setup) and my mind is whirling with thousands of things to write about.

Unfortunately, they are all dated and of no consequence, so they won’t see the light of day.

I will say this: We (the United States) have enough untapped oil deposits to be free from foreign energy, when combined with alternative forms of energy. Like, walking and riding bikes and sharing the rides you do have to make. Selfish buggers. I’m talking to you, Phoenix. Hundreds of miles of freeways and surface streets, and still we have more people driving solo than sharing rides. Oh, and whining about fuel costs. Here, in one of the few areas of the country that was not affected by Ike’s price increases. Selfish buggers.

I will also say that Obama has finally seen the light, and is trying to slam Palin’s door shut. Tough noogies, Barry. There are still a few things you haven’t shared with the US as a whole that need to be cleared up. Like, a paper copy of your birth certificate. Records from your college time. Lists of clients, cases, and whatnot from your time as a lawyer. What, exactly, a community organizer in Chicago does. Why ACORN plays such a big part in your life. Why Bill Ayers, an unrepentant domestic terrorist, is one of your biggest fans. And, why does the entire muslim world want you to be our next president, if you aren’t muslim?

On with updates of a personal nature:
Custom woodworking isn’t paying the bills. I’ve actually lost money this year. So, I’m driving a cab two nights a week to help make ends meet.
Speaking of custom woodworking, I have a project to do. I need to make a storage case for an item that measures 8 3/8″ long by 6 1/4″ deep by 4 1/4″ high. It will incorporate a picture frame, a brass plaque, fancy footwork and a hinged lid. It will hold Logan’s ashes.
MEG still misses Logan, as do the other dogs. All five of them (MEG and the four dogs) wander around at times; MEG calling for Logey Ogey, the dogs sniffing the places he normally laid. Sara seems to be especially lonely, since the two of them would often lay together at night.

Life, however, goes on. I need to go run some errands. I will swing through the blogroll later today, and drop comments where appropriate. It’s good to be back, and I will try to keep all three of my regular readers entertained whilst I continue to ramble. With the cab, I should have some good stories. Like Saturday evening, when ASU got handed their butts on their home field, and I was sitting in Tempe traffic when they got their one and only touchdown, and I had forgotten that they tend to celebrate those things with fireworks…

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What a gangly little boy you were! You came into our lives when TMBWitW’s sister called and asked if we could adopt you. You had been abandoned by the breeder, because you weren’t “pure” enough. We thought you were pure love, so that was good enough for us.

Crate training sucked… you wanted to run and play! But you did train very quickly and learned to only go potty outside.

You loved taking a bath in the kitchen sink – while you fit. That didn’t last long. You grew pretty fast.

Your sisters all loved you. TMBWitW liked to give you hugs, and Sara, Princess, Sadie, Mackenzie and Cinnamon would take turns playing with you.

Princess wanted to know if she could swim with you.

Never pass up the chance for a good nap. When you were only six months old, you were diagnosed with polyneuropathy, which is a big word meaning “the nerves and the muscles don’t talk to each other.” You started spending more time laying down than standing up. Dad bought a garden wagon to take on the walks, for the times you just couldn’t get all the way around the block. Mom and Dad agreed that they would do everything they could for you, but if it came to the point where you were in pain they would not keep you here for selfish reasons. Mom and Dad love you very much, and they want you to have a good quality of life.

Helping Dad is hard work – so it’s time for another nap!

A new addition was greeted with the same love you show everyone.

“May I have some more, please?” As time went on, your hips and back legs wouldn’t always work right. Even when you got up, you sometimes needed help getting in and out the back door.

Easter and time to share the goodies! You tried to convince MEG to hand over the jelly beans…

Guarding the hallway.

Your back legs kept getting worse, in spite of the help and the work. By this time you were having more trouble getting outside, and the walks around the block had stopped because you couldn’t walk very far at all.

Sometimes, after we visited Dr. Powell (the chiropractor, for Dad’s back and your legs) you would just hang out in the front yard. You especially liked to sit “behind” the Christmas trees, and you were sure that no one could see you.

MEG loved you with all her heart, and you loved her right back. She would go running to you, shouting “Logey Ogey!” Sometimes, she would lay on your back and give you a full body hug.

By now we knew that when you were whimpering, it wasn’t because you wanted to go outside, or move to another room. You were whimpering because even laying down, it hurt. Your hips hurt, your legs hurt, and your back hurt. Your right hip had degenerated to the point that there was almost no support there for your body. Even with Dad helping you get in and out of the house, it hurt for you to walk. Mom and Dad knew that the time had come to not be selfish about wanting to love you for as long as possible.

We did, however, spoil you as much as we could for the last week that you were with us. We knew that you were going to go on ahead of us, and we spent all the time we could loving on you, and making sure you had special treats (don’t tell your sisters!) and taking you to the dog park. You loved to roll on the grass, and Dad just couldn’t get enough grass to ever grow in the back yard for you.

By the time you all read this, Logan will be waiting at the Rainbow Bridge.

Our friends at Acoma Animal Clinic have been nothing but supportive while we made this most difficult of decisions. They helped us to say good bye to Logan this morning. I cannot say enough good things about the doctors and staff at Acoma; their compassion and caring for your furkids (and featherkids, and scalekids) is second to none.

LOGAN
February 2005 – August 2008
You showed us how to love everyone.
We miss you so much.

Today’s show is dedicated to Logan.

You can listen to the archive of The O Word and rate it. Subjects covered include Logan (of course!), Train Travel, a National Primary, McCain’s VP pick, Geochaching with Bob, and a celebrity political statement that – well, Rocks! Special guest caller from the island of Okinawa!

The show will be back on it’s full hour format, so join the discussion for what is sure to be a good time.

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I feel like I “owe” my readers some kind of a post, but I’m torn. Do you really want to know the deepest things going on in my mind? My thoughts of “how dare I play God with the life of another”? Second guessing the decision we have made?

Sleeping on the floor next to Logan so he knows how much I love him?

No, I won’t bother you guys with all that. It will come to a peak soon enough.

Friday’s show (to jump subjects, and hope that Saturday morning will never really have to come) should be a good one. The show itself will stretch back out to an hour long. It is my understanding that a certain young Gunny on a certain Rock will stay up late to call in. At least, that’s what he said while I was chatting with him this morning. So – 0700 Mountain Standard Time Friday morning (0700 PDT, 0800 MDT, 0900 CDT, 1000 EDT 2300 Tokyo time) and we’ll have a grand old time.

Hope ya’lls week is going to be more joyous than mine.

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TMBWitW and I had to make a very hard decision this last week. Actually, it wasn’t a hard decision, so much as it was hard to make the decision. The decision was made when we decided to keep Logan as our youngest dog, that when the time came we would not be selfish by wanting to keep him around. It was hard to admit to ourselves and each other that the time had come.

For those who have been following the story of Logan: he is in pain most of the time now, and nothing can be done. In order to provide him with the best quality of life, and not prolong any kind of suffering, we will be sending him Home this Saturday morning (unless he gets much worse sooner). You can bet your bottom dollar we are going to be spoiling him as much as we can this week.

If I don’t publish a lot this week, please understand.

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