Sephie

Random Sephie worship. Because I can.

Yep, she's still dead. Yep, we still miss her.

So back by popular demand (mine), here is a random photo essay of Sephie from last Christmas and New Year's Eve. Somehow Vicki gets the spotlight too, but only because someone took pictures of her with the Best Dog Formerly of the Planet, Now Residing under Christian's Parents' Backyard Overlooking the Marsh.

Cute dog wearing AntlersCute dog wearing Antlers

Seph giving us the familiar, "they're finally going to eat me" lookSeph giving us the familiar, "they're finally going to eat me" look

Seph getting a lil' scratchSeph getting a lil' scratch

This is how Seph looked when anyone cuddled her. Don't take it personally, Vick.This is how Seph looked when anyone cuddled her. Don't take it personally, Vick.

But Seph still knew she was beautiful, so she had to mug for the camera eventuallyBut Seph still knew she was beautiful, so she had to mug for the camera eventually

Photo Op over = Seph done cuddling, as you see here.Photo Op over = Seph done cuddling, as you see here.


seph scratch

seph scratch

seph table

seph table

seph antlers

seph antlers

Rest in Peace, Lil' Seph

Some of you already know that Christian and I lost our Sephie this weekend. The three of us were a family for seven of Sephie's 12 years (we think that's how old she was). Words can't describe what we're feeling, but we console ourselves with stories about her stubborn nature..."she wasn't about to play second fiddle to no baby." We respected the hell out of this dog because she lived life her way. And if that wasn't possible (let's face it, she was 4 pounds, how much control did she really have?), she copped an attitude.

Here's Miss Thang copping one a couple weeks ago - the most recent photo we have of her:

Here's to you, PotRoast, SpeedBump, MeowMix, SlowMo. We love you fiercely.


Sephie

Sephie

Snarling black ball of terror

WARNING: the following video contains graphic material and may not be suitable for cats or small children.


Human Repellent

Lately, the older and wiser of our fluffy-butted canine duo has taken a particular interest in crusty dried-out feces leavings in the backyard.

So we use the word "wiser" loosely here.

Unrelated to her poo-munching habit (it would seem), our beloved Persephone (Sephie for short) isn't a big cuddler. She's rather cat-like in that respect.

But the husband had a particularly poignant insight on these two details that I felt I needed to share.

WARNING: If profanity offends you, stop reading NOW.
Sometimes a story just calls for it, folks.

Christian's ephiphany:
"Maybe she uses shit as a human repellent. She knows we won't pick her up if she's been chowing on turd."