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Roo, the Amazing Three-Legged Dog

Our dog, Roo, has three legs. Now, that’s not that big of a deal. As our old, random, possibly-a-hoarder Eastern-European neighbor said once, “she’s got one more than me.” And he was right.

You wouldn't even notice that there's only one leg back there.

You wouldn’t even notice that there’s only one leg back there.

Roo is not a charity case; she is not disabled in any way. And I certainly do not want the “god bless yous” that I get from strangers as they drive by me and Roo on our walks. People shout at us a lot, actually. It’s weird. Trevor and I are not saints who bear the burden of some poor, struggling creature. We’re just two people who own a dog — a dog, who, let’s be clear, runs much, much faster than either of us, and who can heave herself over a three foot gate because she was born to run free, suckers.

But last month Roo got attacked by another dog at her dog day-care, and it scared the crap out of us. The other dog, some jerk jerk-face, attacked Roo because she apparently thought that Roo was getting too aggressive with the worker at the day-care (because Roo likes to jump on people [oh, a three-legged dog can jump? yes, oh, yes she can]). As soon as the worker turned her back, this jerk-ass-jerk attacked Roo, biting and scratching her up to hell so that she needed a trip to the emergency vet for stitches. (guess how many injuries the other dog sustained? not a god-damned one, that’s how many.)

And after Roo was all stitched up (and the scratches and bites all over her body were shaved and cleaned), she didn’t exhibit the slightest fear of other dogs, nor any other kinds of post-traumatic stress.

Hey, turtle. Want to be my best friend and go on adventures?

Hey, turtle. I can’t go to day-care for a while. Want to be my best friend and go on adventures?

And then, Roo developed a…bulge, I guess you’d call it, on her side, right where this jerk-asshole-jerk dog had scratched her. It was a pocket where the skin had been ripped free of the muscle underneath, and it filled with fluid. So the vet drained it, and now it’s a hardened lump of scar tissue. Awesome.

Roo has visited the vet more in the last three weeks than she ever had. And this is a dog who got her leg amputated.

Why are we here at the vet again? You'd better give me 1,000 biscuits to make up for this bologna.

Why are we here at the vet again? You’d better give me 1,000 biscuits to make up for this bologna.

So why am I writing about this? I don’t really know. Roo is a resilient creature, but she’s not special. We all possess the ability to bounce back. And that’s pretty neat. So, I’m going to try to be like Roo. Not “like” her in the sense that she head-butts people in the crotch to say hello; and not “like” her in the sense that she runs through the house farting up every room. But I’ll be more easy-going, even when a dog bites the shit out of my head. Metaphorically.

Don't get upset; just David Foster Wallace and chill.

Don’t get upset; just David Foster Wallace and chill.

Where we goin? Huh? Huh? Where we goin?

Where we goin? Huh? Huh? Where we goin?

Roo doesn't take a good selfie.

Let’s take a selfie. How close should I get to the camera? Like, this close? Closer?

(If you’re looking for an amazing, resilient dog like Roo, you should check out One Tail at a Time, the rescue organization that scooped Roo up from the pound and that does great work for lots of other great dogs.)

It’s Warm!

Things are warming up here at Camp Crystal Lake, and this is how we’re celebrating:

Playing ping pong!

I got Trevor a ping pong table for his birthday, and we are planning on becoming Olympic-level master table tennis players. We’ll let you know how that turns out.

IMG_6122 Ping Pong Paddles


Watching the sandhill cranes hang out in our neighborhood!

They’re back and better than before (I don’t know if this is true, but I’m assuming it is)!

Waiting for the lake to be warm enough for swimming!

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Roo is also waiting.



This year I’m going to garden the hell out of this place. I started with a few seeds this weekend.


Wearing t-shirts!

My favorite summer outfit (also, my favorite home outfit [also, my favorite outfit, period]) is jeans and a t-shirt. I am currently wearing one of my best shirts right now. It’s one of my best because I got my dad a matching one for Christmas and I’m imagining that he’s got his on right now, too.

Lennie Briscoe

Lennie Briscoe Zinged Me And All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt

What are you doing now that the weather is nice?

Cakes and Contemplation

The weather at Camp Crystal Lake has been a pain in the butt: cold, warm, rainy, sunny, depending on the minute. It’s been boots and scarves one day and bare legs the next.

The rain and mud doesn’t stop Roo from running around like the three-legged maniac that she is, but it does stop me from letting her run wild like the three-legged maniac that she is. Instead, I take her on a lot of short walks and then make her towel off. She spends the rest of the afternoon staring out the window, thinking about chasing bunnies in the rain.

Roo, Day Dreaming of Bunnies


I also baked a cake for Easter. Last year I made a cake and decorated it like a lamb face:


But this year, I figured I’d do a chick–simpler but tastier because I didn’t use a box cake but did a Better Homes & Gardens vanilla cake recipe. And I loaded on the frosting, which didn’t hurt.


These are the lemons I used for my lemon frosting


Pre-baked beauties: vanilla cakes from the Better Homes & Gardens recipe

A couplea cakes





…and decorated! Peep!

Happy belated Easter–hope you all got a lot of cake for yourselves!

It’s Cold

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s pretty cold outside.

Schools have been closed for two days just because of the frigid temperatures. Today we got a couple of inches of snow dumped on us, and it was the kind of snow that was impossible to get rid of: every time I cleared our sidewalks, within minutes the strong wind would blow all of the snow right back into place, in these long, elegant, sloping drifts. I was Sisyphus with a shovel.

Roo loves the snow, but she hates the cold. It might have to do with the fact that when it’s this cold out, I make her wear her jacket and little booties. Otherwise she gets salt all up in her paws and limps around. She’s only got three legs to begin with, so I don’t want to give her any extra trouble. Even though I explain this to her, she is still unhappy with me.

Why do you do this to me?

Why do you do this to me?

Roo Standing Still

I will show you my dissatisfaction by running. Ready…set…

Roo on the Run


And...she's outta here

And…she’s outta here

Other than hating the cold, Roo and I have been doing a lot of nothing. After the semester ended in December, I scheduled a couple of “do-nothing” days for myself, and on these two days Roo and I took walks, watched an absurd amount of Doctor Who, and took more naps than is necessary for someone whose days consist of watching Doctor Who and talking to her dog about why there are still so many geese hanging around (thank you to my friend Lisa C., for first bringing this to my attention).

Thankfully, the holidays took me out of that amazingly brain-dead routine and gave me something to do. T. took the week off between Christmas and New Years, and we had some really nice celebrations–we saw both families, exchanged gifts (we both got a lot of books!), watched movies, played Call of Duty (Trevor), and started to knit a purple blanket (Roo [j.k. that was Trevor (j.k. that was me)]).

And now, with a mere nine days until classes start up again for the spring semester, I’ve started to use my brain more, bit by bit. I’ve finished my syllabus, worked on a presentation that I gave this morning for the Crystal Lake Chamber of Commerce, and read some books. Come Monday I’ll be back on campus to get everything else ready for my back-to-school trainings with our three new faculty members on Wednesday. And hopefully I’ll have time to watch a few more episodes of the Doctor.

Stay warm, people. Get some booties on your feet.