The rants and ravings of Bob

I think I need to start writting things down I want to blog about.   I've had ideas for blogs in the past, usually while at work, or out at the bar, not in a convienet place to actually write something down.   I think I will remember, and get to it when I'm near a computer, but alas, I don't write things down...the ideas soon slip out of my mind, and before you know it, another 1.5 months goes by without a blog update.  So..here's where we're at...  I'm still in Milwaukee: No word on the move yet...  the house is still on the market, hopefully I'll be out of here before winter hits, but I'm not so sure of that right now...I'm still hopefully though. Keep your fingers crossed I can get there by November (my new goal for right now).

I spent the weekend nursing a cold.  Most of Saturday sleeping...Sunday was more of the same.  Finally now I'm feeling better, more of myself finally.  I hate having colds, they seem lately to take alot of energy out of me..  I guess its a good thing though, in the past a cold would last a week, if I loose a weekend sleeping most of the time and be rid of the cold in two days, that is much better.

One thing I had definatley wanted to blog about was the loss of a faithful companion for the last 7 years of my life.  Oz was my best friend Eric's dog.  I had met Oz a few months after I had met Eric while we we were spending the weekend at a mutual friends house.  After everyone went to bed (I was sleeping on the couch) Oz, who had known me for only a few hours jumped up on the couch, layed on me for a bit, gave me a kiss, and from then on we were the best of friends.

Within the next year or so, Eric and Oz came to live with me.   He had been with me for most of the years that followed, except for a few periods here and there where we could not have Oz at the place we lived, or for other reasons.    He was a joy to come home to, Oz would wait at the door for me, he knew when I came home from work, and every day, he'd be there waiting for his "Uncle" to come home.  The mintue I'd walk in, he'd be there tail wagging a mile a minute, jumping up on me, giving me kisses, totally happy I was home.

Oz and my cat, Simon, had a love/hate relationship.  They pretended to hate each other whenever someone was around, but on more than one occasion, I've caught them snoozing together on my bed, or the couch, on a couple occasions, they worked together to steal some food that had been left on the table.

Oz had become sick, and was in trmendous amounts of pain, he started getting agressive toward people, and even bit me, busting up my lip, requring me to go to the hospital and get stiches.

Eric decided to put him out of his obvious misery, and on September 1st, Oz was put to sleep.  I've always loved him like he was my own, and I miss him very much.  I still excpet to have him run up to me when I come home from work.  He will be sorely missed.  He was a wonderful boy, he is out of pain right now, and happily waiting in heaven for his "uncle" to come home again.