Yes, it has been a while. I was travelling and took three large projects with me. One obviously the dachshund. I was with my family of origin so it was possible to clear up the questions I had about the live badger my Dad had trapped. It is interesting to get two other perspectives on the situation, my Dad's and one of my brother's. There were three of us remembering the situation completely different but I think we've pieced the true situation together, at least well enough to satisfy my curiosity.
These family gatherings bring with them the family stories. Of course they are about 45 to 55 years old, but these old saws don't fail. In my family the tales include a ketchup incident, a failed pumpkin pie, and the cracked tile in the bathroom. They have been told so often not only do my nieces and nephews tell them, but now their kids know and can tell them as well. That's part of what makes us a family, I guess, shared experiences of sorts.
Additionally, once everyone understood the joke about the dog I had lots of help in finishing it. First, we decided he should be named before Paul got him. Bucky is the name we settled on (which directly associates this knitted dog with the University of Wisconsin - Madison or as Paul pointed out it can be short for Buckeye for The Ohio State University. Sure Paul try to run with that. His Buckeye is nicknamed Brutus, but Paul thinks if Wisconsin hadn't already picked Bucky, Ohio State would have selected it. Right again, Paul.) Then there was the whole idea of the the collar. I had wanted to use the bluish/purple colour of the photo of the real dachshund I posted a few days ago. But the family said no, no. If we're calling this dog Bucky he needed a red collar with his name in white printed on it. (Not yet done.)
As our family joined with other families for the U.S.Thanksgiving the story about Bucky had to be told and retold. Amazing how one rather foolish idea took legs. Perhaps we've added another story to the family's shared tales.
So, drum roll please, here's Bucky with Paul.
These family gatherings bring with them the family stories. Of course they are about 45 to 55 years old, but these old saws don't fail. In my family the tales include a ketchup incident, a failed pumpkin pie, and the cracked tile in the bathroom. They have been told so often not only do my nieces and nephews tell them, but now their kids know and can tell them as well. That's part of what makes us a family, I guess, shared experiences of sorts.
Additionally, once everyone understood the joke about the dog I had lots of help in finishing it. First, we decided he should be named before Paul got him. Bucky is the name we settled on (which directly associates this knitted dog with the University of Wisconsin - Madison or as Paul pointed out it can be short for Buckeye for The Ohio State University. Sure Paul try to run with that. His Buckeye is nicknamed Brutus, but Paul thinks if Wisconsin hadn't already picked Bucky, Ohio State would have selected it. Right again, Paul.) Then there was the whole idea of the the collar. I had wanted to use the bluish/purple colour of the photo of the real dachshund I posted a few days ago. But the family said no, no. If we're calling this dog Bucky he needed a red collar with his name in white printed on it. (Not yet done.)
As our family joined with other families for the U.S.Thanksgiving the story about Bucky had to be told and retold. Amazing how one rather foolish idea took legs. Perhaps we've added another story to the family's shared tales.
So, drum roll please, here's Bucky with Paul.
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| Bucky with his new owner |
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