Linus… the newest member of the family…

I wasn’t ready for another dog.

I really wasn’t. Maybe, I’m still not.

Maybe…in order to move forward, someone has to push you.

Either way… I was having a really bad day.  It was a day where even though things were coming out of my mouth, no one was paying attention, listening or even caring.  Lez would not get off her phone. Whatever was on it… email,  Facebook, etc. it was really important. I asked her to put it down for a few minutes so we could eat lunch without leashes.  It lasted for two bites before she picked up the phone again.

I get mad. On top of the bad morning I already had, my feelings are ignored again. I start yelling.

“What is so damn important?”

Lez says, “Do you have your phone on you?  I’m sending you something.”

“Why can’t you tell me?! Why do we need phones?! We’re right in front of each other!”

“Check your phone”

“I don’t want to check my phone! Just. Tell. Me.”

“You need to see it.”

I’m steaming at this point. I only have 30 minutes for lunch. I begrudgingly pick up my phone.

I see the line  Happy Early Birthday and a picture:

I wasn’t ready for that. I mean, I really wasn’t ready for that. And, my first reaction was not one of happiness.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.  You really shouldn’t have done that.”

I was mad that it was sprung on me. I was mad that it was sprung on me like that. I was mad that Lucy was gone. I was mad that I hadn’t gotten over her yet. I was mad. And I let Lez know that.

Lez’s timing was less than ideal. We’d be able to get him in three days.  I wasn’t ready.

The next three days…

…were filled with my apprehension – to the point of my ulcer flaring up. Will the other dogs take to him? Will I take to him? Refusing to take him was not an option. Thousands of animals need homes. We have a home.

But the year-old dog they called “AMP” had an especially traumatic backstory.

He was an owner surrender. A tiny victim of the July 2019 floods in Louisiana as a result of Hurricane Barry. He was neutered, chipped and given all his shots. Animal rescue organizations all across the country were called upon to help take some of the abandoned and surrendered animals displaced. AMP had a time… couped up in a container, hoping that someone somewhere would take him. I can’t imagine.

He was one of hundreds.  Hundreds.

A local organization: Angels of Fur K9 Rescue was able to take AMP… and foster him while they looked for a new home.  Lez saw him on their Facebook page and immediately filled out an application.  She said as soon as she saw him she knew that AMP and I would hit it off.

This is a pic of our first meeting. I decide to name him Linus… he’ll never replace Lucy, but he’ll be there to remind me of her… as my security dog. He’s a little 9 lb. bundle of love. I think things will be okay.

You’ll be seeing him in the strip real soon. FUN FACT: WE got Linus exactly ONE YEAR TO THE DAY that we got Bruce.

And to my wife? Lez: you’re a pain in the ass… but I love you.  Thanks.

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Grunge Bob of the Day…

Smells Like Teen Squirrel

Bob the Squirrel as vocalist/guitarist/songwriter Kurt Cobain of Nirvana.

I remember where I was the day Cobain died.  I was a freshman in college and had just gotten off my shift at the SUNY Albany University library. It was a beautiful April afternoon.  I was walking back to the dorms  – listening to my (heh) SONY Walkman (AM/FM Cassette tape, not a discman)… the news came over the radio…WPYX 106 Albany.

I stopped walking… not believing what I heard.  (I’m not sure why NOT walking would make me hear better.) I got back to the dorm –  it was obvious everyone heard the news .  Groups of students mulling around the quad… talking, hugging, wondering why and how he’d take his own life.

Nevermind was on heavy rotation that evening… one of the few times I felt my generation had a shared experience.

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To my wife… on Valentine’s Day…

To Lez – My Friend, My Wife, My Love on our 11th Valentine’s Day:

You’re not perfect.

But, I think it’s perfect that you’re not perfect.

I’d like to think I have a decent imagination… but the one thing I can’t imagine is spending any part of my life without you. You’re always the first person I want to call when I have good or bad news… and I know that you’re the same way with me… although your news tends to lean more on the bad side: dryer not working, dog threw up, I need a coffee, get Ferlo’s bread… that last one isn’t THAT bad…

You’re kind. You’re generous. You’re selfless. Yet, no matter how many times I clean your glasses, you STILL can’t see how truly beautiful you are… both inside and outside.

And, you have THE BEST LAUGH ever. Good thing I’m a funny guy.

Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart… we’re in this together.

 

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2018 can kiss my furry tail… and some other stuff…

What does 2019 got that I don’t already have?

Around this time of year I do a recap of the state of Bob.  What I did, what worked, what I totally messed up… but, you know, mostly the mistakes.

In 2018 I worked harder than I’ve ever worked before. And yet, I really think this year (with a few exceptions) saw my weakest work ever. Some days I was scribbling just to stay alive. The content flow gave me purpose. Totally irrational. But, when you see a life preserver you don’t complain what it looks like, you just grab onto it and hold tight.

Yeah, it was like that.

The routine of the work, the process, was the only thing that kept me sane.  Seriously.  What’s worse is that all that grad school talk about process (the stuff that I listed under “total Bullsh-t”) is really true! Dammit, they WERE right. Guess that justifies the student loan I’ll be paying off until i’m 62.

All in all, this year can kiss Bob’s tail… along with assorted parts of myself.  Some parts it can kiss twice.

2018 sucked. It aged me far more than the conventional 365 days would.

This year has been rough…what with the uncertainty of everything.  Hold up… I take that back.

The only thing certain was/is uncertainty.  85 days this year there was nothing BUT uncertainty… along with a lifetime of wondering if it’s coming back. The “ALL CLEAR” in big bold type is followed by fine print that says, “… yeah, but watch your back… for, like…forever, sucker!”

There’s no more rest.  It’s part of us now.

I started out near the edge of losing it all… with each day since January 1 doing what it could to push me closer and closer to it.  There were a few times when I came close enough to look over.  One time I did look over… and thought: “It might not be that bad…”

We were reminded of the brevity of it all.  Of mortality. Of weakness in times of strength and strength in times of weakness. Of wondering when it’d all be over… and the emptiness of that moment when it was. I was encouraged, discouraged, enraged, emboldened and just so damn proud. Of wanting to change, knowing that change was needed, and yet still resisting the change because I was/am so damn scared.

I was up, I was down, I was like a yo-yo.

I was in my head more than I should have been. Anxiety was at an all time high.  Panic attacks dive bombed me when I least expected it.

I was selfish, selfless, real and completely fake. I was alone more than I wanted to be. Ignored what I had, bitched and moaned about what I didn’t have.

Grateful.

Relieved.

Exhausted.

Making plans that will never touch the face of reality. And reality… what a pain in the ass that is.

Reminded again and again of the risks I never took. The thanks I never gave. The total prick that I was. Seeing where I could be a better man, and wondering why I wasn’t good enough already.

Through ALL of this, there was that squirrel.  The longest relationship I’ve ever had.

I love my wife, my daughter, my family, my dogs… but that squirrel… that made-up, talking cartoon squirrel, man… life preserver yet again.

I’m not hoping for a better 2019… hope like that is futile and just a set-up for disappointment. There are more challenges ahead as always. I’m just going to keep on being… protecting my life. Appreciating the little things and the big things like health and humor. I have to. Because I don’t know if I could do 2018 again.

Thank you all for sticking around. Your appreciation for my work is everything… but make no mistake, I need that squirrel just as much as you do… if not more.