Wile E., the love of my life, has been put down after 12 dedicated years to the Hugheses. He had a very aggressive sarcoma that had invaded his brain and sinuses, making it very hard to breathe. His birthday was July 1st, 1996. I picked him out 9 weeks later, I taught him ‘on your mark, get set, go,’ how to earn dinner by waiting patiently, or, alternatively pouncing on his bowl, and to jump PVC hurdles. He would dig with enthusiasm but not with focus, when his toys were covered he would pounce on them like an arctic fox, and he was a very good soccer goalie. He always had kisses to give, and he was a vigilant shepard to his sheep. I will miss his crossed front paws, and his infinite patience with me when I would keep him in my room and he wanted to leave to check on the other sheep. He even let me paint his toenails once. I will miss him an incredible amount. The days I was home that he was at the emergency clinic, the house already felt empty without his chain jingling, sitting in main thoroughfares, and kicking his back leg out when he sat down. I miss you I miss you I miss you. Love you forever, Wile E.
Wile E. Hughes
July 1 1996 – October 14, 2008
Best Dog Ever
October 18, 2008
in Autobiographical,Wile E.
Things are not so bad. It’s odd, actually. I make plans in my head all the time, and when I was home for graduation parties my brother said he does the same, and even if its for small stupid things it ruins my day when it doesn’t happen. Right before I graduated I said that it was the end of the world, the photo album of the last week of school was ‘end of my life,’ and I meant it. [and then suddenly…]
June 9, 2008
in armillary sphere,Autobiographical,concerts,Cool_Guys_List,end of the world,famous people,jeopardy,life plan,Music,pandas,travel
So I walked with Bryan to the St. John’s Theater to see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, and it was raining. I had made previous comments about how I felt we were in a movie, and I decided that the rain would make more sense if we were in a romantic comedy. That isn’t possible, gender preference-wise, but it did make sense at the time.
The movie was good, I had heard about it for months from NPR Movie podcasts, it sounded fascinating from the beginning. The sewn eye was something I immediately looked away from, but the scene where his father calls him and neither can visit the other is heartbreaking in a terrible wonderful way. The alphabet is repetitive, but I had been told for months that it was amazing, so I did love it.
[and then suddenly…] in Autobiographical,Into the Wild,MAX,The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I have never not seen more concerts than I have this semester.
It all began with such hope, but one without a car only gets to do things after 10 if people with cars do too. Dresden Dolls, Nada Surf and Hot Hot Heat with Louis XIV have passed, and Gogol Bordello plays tonight. Later this week Rufus Wainwright (for a pretty penny) and Presidents of the United States of America play on the same day. The Bobs have a concert on a Thursday, radio show day (kdup.up.edu) so that won’t fly, which only leaves… VAMPIRE WEEKEND.
[and then suddenly…] in Autobiographical,Louis XIV,podcasts,SNL,Vampire Weekend
