Socks Fox
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Very weather-beaten bucket hat forum user. I love poetry, villanelle in particular. I speak a very idiosyncratic dialect, often rife with hyperspecific iconography, an amalgamation of odd references, sarcasm, and dented humour, which as any good Vulcan knows is a difficult concept.
It has been quite awhile since I even turned on my computer, let alone wrote anything, which for me is a major aberration stemming back to the unexpected passing of the original Socks Fox, my adored Rue Dog (14.2) in October. The words simply weren't there, so I switched to other things, namely, the training of my SDiT, Marlowe, Aussie (2) and an unexpected addition to the chaos, another Aussie (1), Basse, I rescued in early April. I'm not sure who needed who more, Basse or me, but he has pushed the bleeding cracks of Rue's passing back together.
Basse came to us with no skills outside of being housebroken and really good about only playing with designated dog toys. One of Basse's former people loved him, while the other primary caregiver largely ignored and abused him. His first night with us, Basse learned our version of sit, which is 'park' and as soon as he realized he got something right it was like his soul switched on. Basse is a typical Aussie in that he loves to learn and is highly intelligent. He gives Marlowe a much needed challenge and those two are always trying to out do each other in learning any new task I give them. Marlowe is more concise, but Basse has enthusiasm in spades. He doesn't always get it right on the first go round, but he gets 85% of the way there.
Basse is cheeky, charming, affectionate, and funny. And he smiles, so much. He is as different from Marlowe and Rue Dog as night and day, but when he smiles, I see the hints of what went missing when we let Rue Dog go.
Things happen for a reason. We weren't originally supposed to get Rue Dog, but we did. I didn't think I needed another dog after Rue was gone because I had such a great dog in Marlowe and then Basse happened. He needed someone to step up immediately and this was one of those situations where if I had said no, I would have kicked myself for the rest of my life. My boys are better because they have each other and I'm a better human because I have Basse and Marlowe.
Sorry for the info dump, but my boys are a big part of the reason I have faith in things and find the whimsy I often write about.
It has been quite awhile since I even turned on my computer, let alone wrote anything, which for me is a major aberration stemming back to the unexpected passing of the original Socks Fox, my adored Rue Dog (14.2) in October. The words simply weren't there, so I switched to other things, namely, the training of my SDiT, Marlowe, Aussie (2) and an unexpected addition to the chaos, another Aussie (1), Basse, I rescued in early April. I'm not sure who needed who more, Basse or me, but he has pushed the bleeding cracks of Rue's passing back together.
Basse came to us with no skills outside of being housebroken and really good about only playing with designated dog toys. One of Basse's former people loved him, while the other primary caregiver largely ignored and abused him. His first night with us, Basse learned our version of sit, which is 'park' and as soon as he realized he got something right it was like his soul switched on. Basse is a typical Aussie in that he loves to learn and is highly intelligent. He gives Marlowe a much needed challenge and those two are always trying to out do each other in learning any new task I give them. Marlowe is more concise, but Basse has enthusiasm in spades. He doesn't always get it right on the first go round, but he gets 85% of the way there.
Basse is cheeky, charming, affectionate, and funny. And he smiles, so much. He is as different from Marlowe and Rue Dog as night and day, but when he smiles, I see the hints of what went missing when we let Rue Dog go.
Things happen for a reason. We weren't originally supposed to get Rue Dog, but we did. I didn't think I needed another dog after Rue was gone because I had such a great dog in Marlowe and then Basse happened. He needed someone to step up immediately and this was one of those situations where if I had said no, I would have kicked myself for the rest of my life. My boys are better because they have each other and I'm a better human because I have Basse and Marlowe.
Sorry for the info dump, but my boys are a big part of the reason I have faith in things and find the whimsy I often write about.
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