Round Up: This One’s For Fans of Susannah And Awesome Dogs.

Oh, Wednesday. I cannot get the hang of you. This morning I did- quite possibly- the Wednesday-est thing ever and misspelled my own children’s last name. You know, the one that’s also mine? Oh, the hilarity. Especially when I jokingly explained that I rarely mess up my own kids’ names…and was met with dead eyes.

Wednesday, you big jerk. Onward!

Here’s what I did this past week. No worries if you’ve yet to catch up- I mean, it’s not like you MISSPELLED YOUR OWN CHILD’S NAME OR ANYTHING.

Kinda light this week, right? That’s probably because I front-loaded multiple articles to go live for Chicago Parent later in the week, and am finishing up at least five articles for a super new, super exciting, superOhMYGodaretheygonnapayme?! magazine which hits the actual stands in November. So, uh, keep a lookout?

And because my Dad decisively told me NOT to write about him on this chemo day, I won’t. I will, however, tell a story about his favorite dog…not in the least because he told me- sarcastically? Half-seriously?- that people would enjoy hearing about our greyhound even more.

So this is Thumper.

And she was probably the best dog in the history of best dogs. Truly. A rescue pup, she was “retired” by the age of two- probably because she was small, but probably also because she believed herself to be above most things that she “had to do.” Like “run a race” or “not stop in the middle of the track to wait and see if the mechanical bunny would come back around.” (Spoiler: It would.)

But here’s why she was the best: Every time it would snow, she’d be out there in the yard with us, racing us up and down the sledding hill, and prancing around like a demented reindeer. Because even though she was ill-equipped for the cold, there was NO WAY she’d let her smallish people out of her sight. Same went when we’d run around the field across the street; even though she could’ve lapped us ten ways ’til Tuesday, she purposefully slowed her pace and- I swear to God- gave us encouraging looks that seemed to say “You’re the fastest things on earth. Cheetahs be damned.”

Oh, Thumpy.

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Thumper is the one on the right. Mickey, the black pup, was also a great dog- but this is not his story.
Questions: Why does my Dad look angry? Why am I cropped
almost entirely out of the picture and/or wearing a jaunty scarf? Discuss.
Kate looks nice, at least.

 

There, Dad. A li’l tale about- arguably- your favorite gal ever, and nary a mention of how awesome you are and superherotacular you are for pushing through this latest round of chemo.

Oops.

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