“He’s a retriever, not a bring-backer!”
There are some conversations which stay with you (read: haunt) you forever, especially when they are captured in text messages.
Like the day when The Wife — who was studying to be a Veterinary Technician forgot that the word “retriever” in “golden retriever” actually did mean “bring backer.”
My favorite part of this is that it took 12 minutes (compare 5:05 p.m. timestamp to 5:17 p.m. timestamp) for her to realize what she’d said.
Sure it was 2½ years ago, but we still talk about it.
To her credit, at some point after this she came up with the phrase “Golden Reliever” to describe what Noah is (a taker-away-et instead of a retriever) although it does have an unfortunately similar sounding name to pee.
As Robin (IIRC) described him: “Decorative, not Functional.”
Noah tries to pretend he’s not looking at the fish tank out of the corner of his eye.
Somebody likes Grammy. Several somebodies, in fact.
Oh that’s why Mort moved to the foot of the chair.
They have the whole house but they choose to sleep like this.
"Whatdya mean this is Noah’s crate? I fit just fine!"
I came out the other night and Noah was asleep on the floor in front of his crate because Mort was in there and Noah wouldn’t chase him out, despite being the only (non-floor) surface Noah really fits in to sleep.
Noah doesn’t want to cause any fuss. He just wants to be loved.
I wonder what’s going through his mind right now? He’s so intent.
And look who finally stopped trying to hug the sucker fish with his mouth through the glass.
mathcat345 about Noah
The answer is most likely “a very gentle breeze.”
If you were wondering if Noah was still sitting in front of the fish tank with a bottle in his mouth staring at Dyson (our newly-named but not new sucker fish), the answer is Yes, of course, he is.
Can you be hugged to death?
Because that’s what it looks like Cash (not our dog but thinks he is) is doing to Noah here.
And, then, after two years, Noah suddenly realizes that there are fish in the fish tank.