Posts Tagged ‘Gej’

Valerie returned home last night after more than a week away.

Here’s how my dog, Gej, looked a few days after she left:

Now, personally, I really like the shaggy look, particularly the way you can’t quite see his eyes.

But… his fur does tend to get matted.

Then there’s the problem that tiny aliens — who just happen to look like twigs and burrs — from a generation-ship that crash-landed in the yard have been using their canine-specific mind-control beams to trick Gej into helping them gain access to the house. Once inside, they direct him to travel from room to room, then leap off him and attempt to colonize. It’s insidious!

So before Valerie returned I made arrangements to take him to the groomer for “the works” and here is the result:

He’s always a little bit surly and unhappy right when he comes back from the groomer, but some quality time with belly rubs will put him back in good spirits.

Now I just have to vacuum up the last of those alien invaders.

Valerie and I are in Toronto, enjoying a brief, post-recovery getaway, to be quickly followed by the joys of SFContario.

Not surprisingly, we had to leave Gej at home.

He’s probably sitting on the steps, moping, and doing his best to look pathetic.

Or that’s what he wants me to think.

But I know for a fact that he loves the house-sitter madly, and that she’s playing with him and giving him rubbies and telling him he’s a good boy (even when he’s not).

So stop with the guilt-inducing face, boy! It’s not working.

Well… Okay, maybe it’s working a little.

We can always tell when Gej is due to go to the vet, because his eyes begin to glow with an inner demonic light.

Maybe it’s because he knows he will have a chance to torment those same lab-coated individuals who stole his testicles. Or maybe it’s because whatever drugs they give him to suppress his demonic heritage (“Parvo?” Yeah, right. That’s not even a real word) is starting to wear off, allowing his powers to grow.

Either way, he’s off to the vet today. Best to wish everyone well, just in case.

Happy Thursday!

Valerie got one of those new-fangled iPhone 4s thingamabobs. As you can see, it has a much better camera than my tawdry old Droid does.

Alas, no matter how fancy the phone, I don’t seem to get any better looking. Surely, there’s an app for that?.

Oh well, you came here to look at the dog anyway.

Happy Thursday!

I’ve always been the sort of person who does fine on just six hours of sleep. Valerie likes more. As a result, it is a rare thing indeed for her to awaken in the morning and for me to still be deep in slumber. Rarer still is for Gej, who is almost exclusively a sleeps-at-the-foot-of-the-bed kind of dog, to hunker down on my pillow.

And yet… here’s photographic proof, as taken from the camera app on my wife’s cell phone.

I know, I’m as stunned as you are.

Happy Thursday!

Valerie and I went out last night for a celebratory birthday dinner. You’ll know it was her birthday when I mention that we went to Le Bec Fin. It was a pretty nice dinner, and I had an incredible sauteed foie gras that was the last one in the house (yes, I made sure Valerie got a taste).

Before we left though, Gej came down the stairs to see us off, stopping midway. He does this thing where he sits his butt down on one step and his front legs fully extended on the next step down. It’s like millions of years ago something pushed his genetics to ensure he’d evolve to be the right height for the height of the steps.

Kind of puts me in mind of Lamarckian evolution, ya know? Anyway, here’s your weekly photo of my dog. Enjoy!

Happy Thursday!

Last night, Valerie came home with purple hair. We’d discussed it, and since I think she looks great no matter what, and it was something she wanted to do, we made it happen.

We did not discuss it with the dogs though.

Gej seems somewhat troubled.

Happy (Purple) Thursday!