Monday, February 22, 2010

Happy Birthday, Grandmère!!!

Today is my Grandmère's birthday, and to celebrate I thought I'd post a delightful picture of her and I, which was taken last fall. 

Although it looks like she is struggling to hold me, I am actually as light as a feather, so she must have a pebble in her shoe!!!

I love you, Grandmère!!

Maverick or Shorty...?

Or Stormy.

Or Midnight.

I am getting ahead of myself. Let me back up.

Like all of you, I have always wanted my very own pony. A pony that could give me rides whenever I wanted. A pony that would swish his beautiful tail and cover me in a blizzard of rainbow-colored sparkles. In short, a pony that make me the happiest goose in the world.

Imagine, then, how my bill hit the floor when I saw -- next to a bag of my own much-hated "waterfowl food" -- a bag of pony food!!!!!!!!
  
Could it be?!?!?!? My birthday is coming up!!!



Monday, February 8, 2010

Don't call me "Boswell"

First of all, I want to thank everyone for their kind words about my sister, Woglinde, who died two weeks ago. I really appreciate all your cards. And I really am doing much better.

Here's a picture taken at my last chemo treatment at Tufts last week.

Don't get me started on the crown. All I have to say about that is: When someone insists that the crown they are trying to stick on your head actually belonged to Ivan the Terrible, don't believe it!!!!

Actually what I want to call to your attention is a despicable practice that permeates the entire veterinary industry. Look closely at the upper right corner of the whiteboard in the background and you will see:
"Tucker." "Rose." "Barclay."

"But 'Boswell,'" you might be saying, "what on earth is wrong with
putting quotation marks around pet names???"

The implication, my friend, is that this is not the real Tucker, but merely a rabbit who thinks he is Tucker. And that this rabbit has somehow persuaded you, his hapless owner, of that as well. So to humor you and your rabbit, we will call him (wink wink) "Tucker." Until you leave the building, that is, when we start calling him Mr. Rabbit.

I'm putting my foot down on this one, and refusing to acknowledge anyone that calls me "Boswell."

Just call me Boswell. Thanks!