My father said at lunch today that my eulogy to Holden was beautifully written, and it touched on all the high points of Holden's life, with one glaring omission. He made me promise to add an addendum. I'll attach this to the original post, too, but perhaps it gets its own entry.


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I really love my thirties quite a bit. I feel like I know who I am as a person, I know what I want. I don't worry so much about impressing other people as I do myself, and I am comfortable with who I am ( Read more... )

I am happy to report that Holden is on his way to, if not already at, the ranch.

Two years ago, the day before the Christmas Tree Cutting Party, my dad got a call from my mother, who had gone up to the ranch with Jose the night before to get ready for the party. My dad, Claudia and I had to work on Friday, so we were coming up later that evening ( Read more... )

The Wall Street Journal Health Blog points out an interesting tidbit in this week's MMWR*: Nonfatal Fall-Related Injuries Associated with Dogs and Cats --- United States, 2001--2006. Apparently a lot of people show up in the ER after having fallen down, and some of those falls were related to pets. The CDC wanted to know how pervasive the pets- ( Read more... )

So I went by the vet's today to pick up Relampago's ashes ( Read more... )

So Holden's streak of going to the vet for something he ate continues ( Read more... )

So the New York Times has an article on dog runners. Think dog walkers, but faster.

People in places like New York and San Francisco hire someone to come in and take their dog on a run. HIRING a dog runner isn’t merely fashionable. “Many people have come to understand that their dog needs more exercise than they can provide,” said Dr. Monica ( Read more... )

The Christmas Tree Cutting Party fun started on Friday afternoon, when I got a call from my mom and Jose, already at the ranch and getting ready for the party, informing me that we needed to pick up some more asparagus. Holden, it seems, had managed to get on top of the counter, pull down an aluminum pan, and devour a good three or four pounds of ( Read more... )

My family was shocked when we discovered that apparently my father had never heard of a Twinkie before Friday. We quickly educated him, even sending him to review the findings of the T.W.I.N.K.I.E.S project, a series of experiments on the snack food that occured right here in Houston in the mid-90s. He was a devotee once he sampled the product, ( Read more... )