Monday, February 1, 2016

Autumn can bounce!

Who knew that a little old lady dog could have a four-pound tumor removed from her liver, have a heart valve fail, and then just... come back... with everything under control using drugs!

A week ago, Autumn was given the go-ahead to go for some short, off-leash walks. Last weekend, we let her go a bit farther, to the top of the ridgeline behind our house and back, for a total of about three miles. She wanted to go farther, but we turned back.

Heading out! Starbuck and Linden are much more confident with their matriarch along. They run farther ahead and fall farther behind and run back and forth and explore.

The sun is rising higher now. It turns bright yellow/white again, even before noon!

Starbuckeroo does her face-smearing-in-the-snow thing:

Autumn sez, "I'm the queen of my domain, and I can walk to the top of our ridge if I want to."

It takes a lot of pills, and although we've been reducing the dosages, we're still popping pills three times a day--after breakfast, after dinner, and before bedtime--to control the heart, the fluid retention, and the blood pressure. If engineering doesn't work out for me, I'm probably qualified to work for a nursing home!

After supper, they each get a glucosamine and a biscuit. Autumn gets her additional pills, some wrapped in cheese. Starbuck is on antibiotics for just a week, since she tried to be overly friendly with an aggressive dog, who bit her, and it got infected!

But she comes to work with me so she doesn't have to wear her cone so much:

"Mmmm, carrots! I love carrots! Got any more carrots?"

In other news, Booger iz cute:

And Starbuckeroo is roo-ful:

Ooooohhhh, Rooooooo!

Thursday, January 28, 2016

No, people. Not all relationships are like that.

This just came across my Facebook feed:


I drew this in response. This is how DL and I will likely spend Valentine's Day:

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Happy birthday, Starbuck-a-roooooooooo!

Starbuck sez, "It's my birfday. Would you like to hold one of my paws? I got lots and lots of paws."


Monday, January 25, 2016


At around 1:30 a.m. Sunday morning, DL and I were rattled awake by a rolling earthquake. DL calmly laid there. I wondered aloud whether we should get up. MC later told me that our reactions matched our backgrounds. I'm from a place where earthquakes can and have killed people. DL is from the East Coast, where they have none, and his time in the Alaskan Interior has taught him that earthquakes are interesting, but no big deal. I thought about it and decided that I was actually in the safest place I could run to anyway, being in a securely built log cabin with posts through every corner. It did occur to me that it might have been a tiny earthquake right beneath us, or a giant one in, say, Seattle, so we flipped on NPR. They were playing a cooking show, so apparently it was, indeed, no big deal. Apparently, it was centered in the Cook Inlet, and there was some property damage, especially from some explosions from a gas leak, but no injuries were caused, and no lives were lost.

Now that I think about it, I have never actually "experienced" the drama of a big earthquake. Our historic "big one" in San Francisco in 1989 affected our rock-built neighborhood very little. My sister and I, who were doing homework with our friend and neighbor PG, got into our kitchen doorway, then shrugged and went back to doing homework. We had no idea how bad it was until we lost power, and then listened to reports on the radio. Entire structures had tumbled down. One section of the Bay Bridge had fallen to the level below. But I feel like that earthquake is bigger in my memories due to reading and hearing about others' experiences than anything I experienced myself. My mom told us her office was frightening, with chunks falling from the ceilings and everyone fumbling their way out through the debris in the dark.

I hope my earthquake luck continues to hold out! I guess being, at present, a few hundred miles from the most active fault lines is of some reassurance. And living and working only in tiny buildings with no gas lines helps, as well.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

The ladies in their typical poses

Booger is blank and happy:

Roo roo-minates, and is soffft and fuzzy:

Autumn is wise and serene, and wants a belly rub:

Friday, January 15, 2016


The Alaska Range, from the Richardson Highway near Delta Junction:

These tracks appeared at the top of our driveway sometime yesterday evening. They don't look like moose tracks. They look... like... caribou? We don't have caribou anywhere in or near Fairbanks. Also, these hooves are kind of small to be real caribou. Perhaps a domesticated reindeer, on the lam?

What do y'all think?

Edit: A woman from Fish and Game has informed me that these are the tracks of a moose calf. "the biologists say no caribou in town this winter. It does happen albeit rarely"


Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Ice, ice, bearby

Here is another campus ice bear, freshly carved with nice detail:

And the ladies enjoying their rawhides, side by side in the peaceable kingdom. :)

Starbuck sez, "Please... stop... telling... me... puns!"

Booger grinning in her sleep: