These are from this afternoon when Yoshi was waiting to be fed. He will follow my mom around until she gives in and feeds him. The two of him with her at the computer, from behind his head, are my favorites — I was sitting on a plastic box, and he looks enormous in those two pictures. When I showed my mom, she said, “Holy crap, he’s huge!”
Da boys
Dryfuss
Yoshi
Yoshi's icy head
The one good thing about snow: playing in it with the boys.
He may be old and falling apart, but he’s still a good-lookin’ guy.
Big boy.
You probably can’t see this (sorry, had the flash off, and I can’t take it again, they moved), but this is both of my dogs squished in beside my parents’ bed. Dryfuss was in there first, then Yoshi basically stuck his butt in Dryfuss’s face to lie down. There’s 200 pounds of dog in here.
He may be old and blind and pathetic, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make fun of him and his special-ed harness. (He can’t go down the back stairs by himself anymore, so this is supposed to make it easier for us to help him. He’s kind of heavy.) He’s so confused. He keeps looking at us like, “Why am I wearing this thing if I’m not going anywhere? Hey, do I hear the camera? Stop making fun of me.”
My old guy.
We're loving, sensitive types.
- Me: How's Yoshi?
- Mom: He's a brat.
- Me: He's still eating and stuff?
- Mom: Oh, yeah.
- Dad: He woo-woo'd at me earlier.
- Me: Really? Awww.
- Dad: Basically, yeah, he's still here, if that's what you're asking.
Hi, guys. This is my buddy. His name is Yoshi. We’ve had him since I was 10. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him. I’m probably going to find out, unfortunately, very soon. So. If you have any good thoughts to spare for him, we’d appreciate it — we just want him to be happy and pain-free.
I must taste like chicken.
