Forrest ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I heard he was writing it in French.
Don't be silly. He's writing it in Braille with his eyes closed. THAT'S HOW ADVANCED HE IS!
Also? He grew four teeth, without any help at all. AND! He points at things. Like, he pointed at a mole on my shoulder, to let me know I should get it checked out in case it's precancerous.
He can't really speak, but I could see him sort of working out the diagnosis in his mind.
He can't really speak,
Silly. That's what the sign language is for.
Here's my one and only.
Beverly, TC is a Tripod Cat, right? I think I remember him from back in the TT days. We have a friend with a tripod cat named Abby for Abnormal. Hee.
More pet pictures from the vaults - haven't uploaded anything recent, but these are still hanging around on my webspace from around 1999 or so. Bear in full rescue doggie mode, Maceo, when he still fit in the sink, Kuma and the hedgehog. Man, he was so skinny! It took him years to finally fill out.
Bear has on her booties in the rescue picture. Maceo isn't as cute anymore. And I'm constantly surprised at how thin Kuma was.
That apple was unanimously agreed to be the best treat we all had over Christmas.
Yum. OK, next occasion, I'm getting one. Or giving one. Whatever.
My sister--who was in no way as advanced as Gavin, clearly, because who could be?--never crawled either. She did a commando thing where she'd pull herself along with her elbows, but there was no knee action. Very funny.
OMG doggie booties. I mean, I get it. But, doggie booties!! Cute.
My niece, who was always in dresses, couldn't crawl because her legs got all tangled up. So, she started using the Bear Walk, with her feet and hands both flat on the ground. She got around like that for a few months before she got up the nerve to stand upright.
Not just any doggie booties, but Muttluks!. They were vital to keep her toesies from getting all torn up from the broken granite that we were hiking on.
I wonder if the rescue dogs my dad works with have booties. They are bassets, I think? Mainly the work he does with them is lifting them in and out of helicopter (so they get used to it and don't freak out.) The image strikes me as hilarious.
lori, not Bev, but yep.
Yup, lori, Mr. Three-Claw is a Tripod. Or TriCycle, any number of name combinations. He answers to TC. Or Swee'pea, or Pea, or hey!
He does not, however, know Heeeere, kitty, kitty, kitty, because he hasn't been outside since we brought him home, and we have no need to call him. He's usually Right There.
