Throwback Thursday: Blogoversary!!

OMD, folks, did you know I've been writing The Legacy Chronicles for SIX years today?! It doesn't seem like it's been that long at ALL, but it also seems like I've known you folks furever.

My very furst post was about going to Wags & Waves, the doggy day at the waterpark. I had so much fun there and loved sharing it with everyone.

In the six years and 1330 posts since, I've met some amazing furiends and had fangtastic Blogville adventures. I gained and lost my sissy Cinderella, lost my brother Scribbles, and gained my sissy Jessie. Through it all, Momma and I have loved meeting you grreat folks and spreading the word of Legacy Boxer Rescue.

Here's to six more years, and 87 more after that!

International Talk Like a Pirate Day

Yo ho ho! This be Long John Casey and me furst mate, the Dread Pirate Jessie! And we be wishing ye all a happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Now hand over the treats or ye'll walk the plank!

Way to go, Momma!

Thanks fur sending Momma good luck for her trail half-marathon yesterday. She needed every bit she could get! It was a ruff race -- very hot with awful hills.

THIS evil monster is called the Rusty Crown. Momma said she was crawling up it, it was so steep. It was about 9 miles in, so she was already exhausted.

Momma sure earned that medal!!

We're very proud of her. We spent most of the rest of the night lying on the couch, comforting her poor sore muscles.

Pigeon's adventure -- and good luck, Momma!

Yesterday Pigeon had an adventure. She got to go to see our favoritest vet ever, Dr. Farmer! Doesn't she look thrilled about it?

"Where the heck am I?" 

"I did not give my approval for a trip."

 "Excuse me, vet lady! Hurry up!"

"Can I just pretend none of this is happening?" 

"Really, Momma. This is unacceptable."

 "What do you mean I hafta get a shot?!"

Pigeon got an A report card from the vet. Yay!! She has to go back for a dental cleaning because her teeth aren't in grreat shape, but otherwise she's all clear. Woohoo!

Now Pigeon, Jessie, and I would like to meow/bark out a hearty GOOD LUCK to our Momma. Right now she's off running a big race -- a trail half-marathon! That means she has to run 13.1 87 miles, and it's all off-road so it's much harder. I think we can get an in-progress picture of her right now...

Huh. I think she's taking a water break. Hopefully she'll do a little better the rest of the race. You can do it, Momma!!!!

Bed models

We gots a new bedspread for our big bed last night, so of course Jessie and I had to be models to pawperly show it off.

It looks pretty good, Momma. But hang on, we need to adjust it for you a little bit.

There we go! Much more comfortable. You're welcome, Momma.

Never forget

Our new residents!

Oh wow, everyone, I was so excited when Momma said she was going to bring home a new brother and sister for me. I asked, "Do you mean fur-siblings or skin-siblings?" Momma said, "Neither!" I was super confused. But then last night, I got to meet them!

OMD! I see what Momma meant. They smelled kinda weird, and they didn't talk at all. Momma said they don't drool or shed, which are points in their favor. HMPH. I thought she liked everything seasoned with a bit of boxer fur.

Anyway, Momma said they're pretty shy and are going to hang out in our garage most of the time, but in October they're going to come out in our yard to hang out in our little Howl-o-ween cemetary. What fun for them!!

The only thing we're not sure of are their names. Momma said she's pretty sure that the big guy is Ichabod. But we need a good name for his little sister. Any thoughts?


Pupdate: Momma is naming them Ichabod and Elvira. Thanks to Kinley for the Elvira suggestion, Momma thought it was pawfect!