Conversations with Kay

[wendykh]

So this weekend, we're watching Animal Cops (we like that one, the bad guys get in trouble! As opposed to E-Vets, where the animals DIE and everyone is SAD).

I should add, this conversation was doubly unnerving because Ruby was sitting there smiling at us, with much the same expression as she has in the icon, the entire time!

So she says "What are you going to do with Ruby when she dies?"

I was rather taken aback. Ruby will only be two next month after all!

I deadpanned "Oh I was thinking about having her stuffed."
Kay nods very seriously and says: "that's a good idea." (one of her trademark phrases since age four).
I shook my head and said "seriously, maybe we can bury her at your dad's place or something."

She looks at me in absolute horror.

"That's disgusting! I don't want to bury a dead dog in my backyard! I PLAY there!"

"Well what the hell it would be several feet underground, it's not like I'd just yk, put her in the family garden to come up with the tomatoes!"

"So what, that's gross! And creepy, what am I supposed to do, bring my friends around and see the tombstone and be all 'oh look here's my dead dog it's your turn on the game now!' or something?"

"HEY You were the one who wanted her stuffed; I was just trying to think of something more reasonable!"

"Aren't you American? I thought your people stuffed animals all the time. That's much more totally normal than having a dead dog in your backyard. What's wrong with you?!" ("WWWY?!" -with accompanying sneer- is another of her trademark phrases, since roughly age 3).

I stopped and just *looked* at her. "You want a dead stuffed dog hanging around the house, but not buried underground?"
"Yes. She'd look nice."

We were quiet for a moment.

"How about cremation?" I offered.

And thus, the plans for dog afterlife were settled.

Comments

[raccoonbonapart.livejournal.com]

Then you can keep her ashes in a box on the mantle. (Or on the shelf over your TV.)

[sourdick.livejournal.com]

I have no idea where my old dogs are. The vet always kept them when we put them down. :(

[70schild.livejournal.com]

Then you have to figure out where to put the ashes... ;)

"So, here's my antique book collection, the souvenirs we brought back on or trip, oh and the dog..."

We have ours in a nice wood box. It's heavier than I thought it would be. One day Emma asked me what the box was for, since she is too young to remember him.

So I told her the story of Garth, and how he was a godo dog until we moved to the city, where he was unhappy and bit the neighbor's kid in the face. :( So he had to be put to sleep.

She said "That's the saddest story I ever heard" and then burst into tears.

So... yeah.

How's the weather up there?

OH! And I have to pick your brain about immigrant consulting stuff.