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LAWBI #48: What’s the Matter with Milo?

Early last month, two of our dogs got out of the yard.

I’d been fishing the night before, and must not have latched the gate securely while carrying in my gear. I was outside the fence and calling back Milo and Sophie before they could leave the alley.

As Milo the White Trash Terrordog loped my way, his hips wobbled and rolled in a disconnected way that instantly chilled me.

In the car, he was so anxious — both about traveling and about this strange new gimpiness he was experiencing — that he ripped out one of his claws. Of course, I didn’t know that until I got to the vet; I just noticed fresh blood spattering the upholstery and assumed he was dying on me — visions of the “chestburster” scene from Alien, or some fast-acting poison scattered in the alley by an unthinking neighbor, filled my head.

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In Which The Power of Love is a Curious Thing [LINKS]

Because most of the links recently have been of the sort that make me want to go all Bender on humanity, here are some more uplifting options.

Charlie Jane Anders runs down the 10 greatest sci-fi/fantasy romantic comedies of all time, and gets it pretty close to spot-on. (via i09)


BuzzFeed’s Jack Shepherd (not to be confused with this guy) collates 21 pictures that will restore your faith in humanity.


On the Subject of Matching Tattoos

My wife and I got matching tattoos today. We’ve wanted them since before we got married, and since tomorrow is my birthday and we had a little bit of extra money, today turned out to be the day. (Click the image for a better look–this was taken right after the work.)

I can understand why a lot of people say they would never get matching tattoos, or tattoos of a lover’s name or image. What happens if the relationship ends, etc. But to me, there’s something about that attitude that’s hopelessly cynical, even for me. I expect my love for Rebecca to last forever–that’s why I asked her to spend the rest of her life with me. What do people think of marriage, if they think a tattoo is “so … permanent“?

I think of our tattoos as another symbol of our love, and our commitment. A symbol is not the thing itself, mind you, but they exist as another expression of all of the faith and hope that goes along with giving your heart to another, and I think it’s wonderful.

Happy Thanksgiving

What am I thankful for, beyond not having to deal with your ass on a daily basis?

More than anything,  I’m thankful for my wife, my blood relations and my friends-that group that, for me, constitutes family. Life can be cold and dark; those that bring light and warmth keep me going, and I’m eternally grateful for their companionship,  their brilliance and their strength.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.