This does seem relevant again. I can't really put my finger on why, although I do feel strangely compelled to write (or buy) an essay. (Or to buy black market guns, tanks & ammo, although they seem to have deleted that thread.)
Spike & Joey are pretty good. Spike's getting older & doesn't have the mobility he used to. To get on a bed or sofa, he grabs the fabric with his front paws & kind of pushes off/pulls himself up. His mother (who belonged to my brother in Kansas) died recently. When I told Spike, he took it pretty well. For Joey, it's apparently puking season. That's generally OK, except for the other day when he was on my lap & got my jeans, my boot, a piece of paper & the rug.
How are things there?