The Potato was eager to go out and probably overdid it because he’s got a slight limp to his front right paw. As soon as he lets me, I’ll investigate his pad to see if he has something in it. It might even just be a small mat of fur. Or he stepped on something wrong.
Apparently there were many people to bork at and he stopped at every lawn to roll in. Because of course he did. Now he’s home and asleep on the floor instead of on one of the trillion beds he has throughout the house.
From his Auntie Paige: I got a dramatic shot of Gus in front of the sun and barking to the world! 🙂 I am sorry though that he came back with a limp. He tried running most of the way to the stop sign and back and I tried to curb the running.
Well, I totally forgot to post Monday’s Borking Report, that’s on me. Totally on me. But I counter that with there was a lot going on what with surgeries and meds and then all of the other stuff but the Potato DID go borking.
He also went today.
The Cairn Terrorist is MUCH more bossy with Auntie Paige. Very very bossy. Borking has become even MORE serious and should be taken at a hard run… which he knows he should not be doing. But then how do you stop a furry tank when he’s got the power set to 11 and the stubborn set to 12?
There was MUCH borking and he came back home, happy and borked out, confident the street was safe now he’d done his round of protection spell casting.
From his Auntie Paige: Gus had a mighty Bork right after this picture was taken. He was staring down a dastardly crow who paid him no mind. 🙂 Otherwise he had a lovely roll in your neighbor’s grass.
Borking has been irregular, mostly due to me going under knives and gas as well as just plain fuckery but today, the Potato was raring to go.
He got up, a bit grumpy but let’s face it, it’s early in the morning for him and he’s old. Got dressed and was waiting for his Auntie Paige to arrive.
And he was so willing to go this morning…. and he did.
We did talk about him being allowed to roll around in the grass so I gave permission to Paige to let him do that a little bit. Just in case his allergies kick back in but… he came back, happy and satisfied with his patrol.
So a very Happy Sweet Potato.
From his Auntie Paige: Gus felt accomplished after he borked at a jogger on the other side of the street. They ran past so they must have been scared, right? 🙂
It’s been hotter than hell here… and very sticky with humidity. Because of the heat and the old man’s general disposition, he hasn’t been going out but today, The Potato ventured out into the wilderness with his Auntie Paige.
Since it’s still muggy and gross… and I was ordering Starbucks delivery… I asked Paige if she wanted something and our order arrived just before she took the Potato out for his jog so she had a lovely Venti Matcha Latte to come back to after dragging the Borker around.
We were LINGERING too long with a bit of chat when we were told it was time for his BORK so off Paige went with the Commander of the Neighbourhood. Gus Gus has tremendous opinions as well as a skin infection he’s getting over but while the infection is diminishing, his opinions seem to get stronger. Woe to those who do not heed his warnings.
Mostly he just likes telling people off.
From his Auntie Paige: This photo was taken at the stop sign where Gus likes to stand and announce himself to the hooligans of the neighborhood. 🙂 I was able to stop him from running and rolling in the grass. Hopefully that helps the sweet potato feel better!
Things have been… well, my body decided my manageable state shouldn’t be manageable so… well, here we are 😀 The Potato, however, has been a delight although he does need a good scrubbing.
He was ready for his Auntie Paige when she got here. He does need to get up close to see who is there but I’m certain eventually he’ll be able to scent her better. It depends. Some people he KNOWS like Meegan McNelly, his Aunty Holly, Jennifer Wolfe, Bru Baker, Bee Nels and her kids / husband Tim and of course his Irish Scritcher, TA Moore… as well as others. But it takes him a bit. He does love his Auntie Paige but he also is VERY much aware that she cannot wrestle him back once he goes into full tank mode.
Because apparently Monday was ENGAGE TANK MODE!
This is when the Potato decides that despite his 14 years on this rock, he was Tamakoce Te’Hila personified and takes off running. Once he hits a stride, good luck pulling him off of it and apparently off they went.
It’s not good for him. He IS old and his joints will ache. He also pulled something in his left back leg but he LEEROY JENKINed his way through his bork and came back quite smug.
Borking is VERY serious business after all.
We’ll be skipping tomorrow because I have to get labwork done and then the Badger needs to go get his neck looked at. Coffee will definitely be had.
From his Auntie Paige Good morning! Glad to see you two! 🙂 As I mentioned Gus wanted to run today despite my protests. Hopefully his foot is OK. Let me know if he needs a rest from walking on Wednesday.
We skipped Monday because it was a holiday and it would be unfair for everyone to get to sleep in except for Auntie Paige. Even Gus slept in and then had a good day.
And he was ready to get dressed when it was time. All kitted up, he was waiting for his Auntie with so much happiness… also he borked at us for talking to her. Because we’re NOT ALLOWED to talk before bork.
Borking is VERY serious business. Lots of work to be done in a very short amount of time so he needed to get on with it.
He’s such an odd Potato. But we love him.
From his Auntie Paige: Gus saw a woman with a stroller today across the street going the same direction as us so he spent the time looking over and borking as we walked. She smiled and waved so she must have understood that it’s not personal. 🙂
Monday mornings are not the best Potato time and really who can blame him. The house was up early and he shuffled off outside to have his morning constitutional then shuffled to his living room bed. Then his Auntie called and there was a brief tussle in dressing him. It’s like dressing a limp toddler who doesn’t want to wear anything but his dinosaur underwear and who cares if we’re going to see grandma?
He had a lovely bork, came back and cavorted while we talked about tofu and how to prepare it… and I find out Auntie and her BF are using papertowels and their hands to press the water out of their tofu.
I gave them an unopened tofu press and said, welcome to the not doing that. We’ve been using tofu presses for centuries and maybe let’s not go backwards and use rolls of towels. Save the environment. Also, just twist the lever, put it in the fridge and walk off.
I also introduced her to char siu and chili crisps… and told her how to prepare it for pressed tofu. Well the char siu. Chili crisps go on anything.
Having a tofu press is great for removing all that excess water and then being able to soak it in a marinade or sauce to give it flavour. You also want to press the water out so you can deep fry the tofu after rolling it into seasoned cornstarch (potato starch works too) I think they call it corn flour but not to be confused with masa… a totally different corn flour.
Auntie also caught him in FULL BORK so…. this is him policing the neighbourhood and telling the lawn guys what to do.
From his Auntie Paige
Gus did not know I was standing by him for this picture and was shocked by it! He had otherwise been engaged in a good general Bork to tell the neighborhood to behave!
I don’t want to beat a dead kidney to the ground but… okay the kidney isn’t dead but fucking hell, it’s been a trial and a half in dealing with this. Got word I might be sporting all three tubes again because my body refuses to be managed. It’s like it is stubborn or something. So we’ll see. I need another surgery but when is the question. I do have to be in the UK in Sept so come hell or high water… or kidney bags, I’m going to go. Because I haven’t seen the Five in years and my heart and soul is hurting without them.
It was BORKING DAY yesterday and well, stuff kind of got away from me.
Mind you, Gus was raring to go and after struggling to get him dressed… which is something he does ALL the time… for some reason, he acted like he’d been the one pushing us to get him kitted up and we were somehow reluctant to do so.
The Potato can sometimes be an asshole.
But the weather has been cool in the morning and off he went. Trust me, you could hear him. Paige adores him and that’s lovely because the Potato can have opinions, sharing them with everyone… and her… as he goes about his route.
I love him to death but he’s an odd spud.
From his Auntie Paige:
This picture is Gus trying to decide who to bark at: the landscapers or the dog across the street. He chose to do both! 🙂
Auntie Paige was on vacation and I’d been doing the surgeries so Borking has been missing from Gus’ life but today, the Potato was able to go out.
Of course, we were talking a bit and got scolded because he wanted to go and there was just too much chatting. He’s hilarious when he scolds because there’s absolutely NO mistaking what he means. We were holding things up and he wanted to go on his tour.
So off he went.
He came back so freaking happy and it took a bit to strip him from his kit. And I can tell it was a good walk because he’s PASSED OUT in the middle of the living room floor.
It’s good to be a Potato today.
From Auntie Paige:
Gus took a nice long pee in your neighbor’s yard just at the outset of the walk. On our way back we were a yard or so behind a chocolate lab on a walk and Gus followed with gusto! 🙂
I was dead asleep when Paige arrived. I’ve not been sleeping well at night, joints and muscles hurting and well, today is also the day I go in to get a CT scan to see if things are healed up enough for me to get the tubes out tomorrow. So… if they don’t come out, I have no idea what I’m gonna do because dudes…
But this isn’t about me, it’s about the Borker who actually had to be rousted out of bed this morning. And then he decided he wanted to go potty BEFORE his Auntie got here. Then he went into full seal mode while getting his kit on in the hopes of a belly rub.
But Auntie Paige came and took him out. Which he apparently enjoyed thoroughly. And now, he’s snoozing in his bed, enjoying the mild weather and the light breeze we have coming thru the open doors of the house.
Sometimes, a Potato just needs a chill day.
From his Auntie Paige:
Gus walked to the stop sign and told the world he was there! 🙂 Then on the way home, one door over, he found some lovely grass to roll on and happened to get his muzzle off! It was so close to home that I just carried it with us and there were no incidents.