This is the very short film where I explain my BlackBerry project… 

It was made in mid-December. It makes me so happy-sad-happy-again to see Cabal, my lovely dog, in it once again.

Christopher Salmon is making a film of The Price. He asked me about my dog Cabal, last year, and I told him the story of how Cabal came into my life… He put it up on the Price blog as a video tribute…

neverwear:

for he was truly loved. 
RIP Cabal, a better dog, there was none.

neverwear:

for he was truly loved. 

RIP Cabal, a better dog, there was none.

My lovely dog, Cabal, died last night, unexpectedly. I wrote a blog about it, here. About how I found him by the side of the road, and how we rescued each other.

My lovely dog, Cabal, died last night, unexpectedly. I wrote a blog about it, here. About how I found him by the side of the road, and how we rescued each other.

wilwheaton:

I miss Cabal and Lola. I hope I get to go visit them before the weather at Neil’s place changes from “nice” to “tries to kill you.”


Ditto, Wil. We just have to figure out our when. Although even when the weather is in full Wants You Dead mode, the dogs are amazingly scenic against the snow. (Also harder to see.)
(2nd of October is, I think, the day we’ll be harvesting honey. Come on up and we’ll find you a beekeeping suit and put you to work.)

wilwheaton:

I miss Cabal and Lola. I hope I get to go visit them before the weather at Neil’s place changes from “nice” to “tries to kill you.”

Ditto, Wil. We just have to figure out our when. Although even when the weather is in full Wants You Dead mode, the dogs are amazingly scenic against the snow. (Also harder to see.)

(2nd of October is, I think, the day we’ll be harvesting honey. Come on up and we’ll find you a beekeeping suit and put you to work.)

I think this is my favourite photo with me in. (Not, please note, my favourite photo of me.)
He’s starting to get old. I wish dogs aged at the same speed that we do.
Photo by Kimberly Butler. She calls it “Unconditional Love”.

I think this is my favourite photo with me in. (Not, please note, my favourite photo of me.)

He’s starting to get old. I wish dogs aged at the same speed that we do.

Photo by Kimberly Butler. She calls it “Unconditional Love”.

I need to upload more photos of my dogs for the fine ladies of fuckyeahcabal.

I need to upload more photos of my dogs for the fine ladies of fuckyeahcabal.

Here’s one JUST FOR TUMBLR of Cabal in the snow yesterday.

Here’s one JUST FOR TUMBLR of Cabal in the snow yesterday.

fuckyeahcabal:

You know, here at fycabal(+lola) we get one question repeatedly, and that question is: how does one tell these dogs apart?

Now, we know not everyone is as weirdly into dogs as we are, and scoffing at our laptop screens all, “Come on isn’t it OBVIOUS” is not helpful to you readers whatsoever. Because we kind of get it. They’re both big white dogs.

(We don’t actually scoff. We go “This question again? Man we should really make a post addressing that. And link it somewhere obvious.” Which turns into a debate about whether that would actually stop people asking the question, which turns into forgetting the question was asked in the first place because we start watching The Call of Cthulhu or something and then the question goes unanswered and the post never goes up).

But now! Things must change! We must be proactive about this! I swear to God I’m going to stop rambling and answer the question now!

HOW TO TELL CABAL AND LOLA GAIMAN APART:

  • The dignified wolfy one with a liver-colored nose and ears the size of two small satellite dishes is Cabal (in the top picture he is in front, thinking deep thoughts about grass).
  • The sassy foxy one with a black nose and taller, but thinner ears who is often caught doing deeply undignified things is Lola (in the top picture she is in the back, looking very much like she’s about to tackle something).

So here we are. Now you, too, can tell the Gaiman dogs apart like someone who blogs about them.

It looks like this today.

It looks like this today.