We spent the evening going through old photos of Gorm and I found a few to share. We took a lot of him when we got him, when he was still young and skinny, and not so many when he was older -- oh, and when we had kids. Photos of young Gorm also are photos of us in our young house, which is cause for some hilarity, as well.
This was taken probably before we were even married. This is from a Polaroid, hence the odd color. No wait, the couch really was that color. Gorm is so big in this picture that Matt is closing his eyes to shield them from Gorm's bigness. I think Gorm had been sleeping on the couch and Matt wrestled him off to show him who the alpha male was around these parts.
Gorm also seems to still be unfixed, so this is probably from September of 1996. Gorm had a problem with his fixing operation -- he popped a stitch and the vet who did the surgery was closed on the weekend with no emergency number. I called around to other vets and found one who flatly refused to "look at anyone else's work." We finally found the vet we stayed with for many years, who looked like Wilfred Brimley's punkass younger brother, smoked during exams, employed a different 20-year-old female assistant every three months, and loved Gorm. Every time we brought Gorm in, he would say, "Gorm, remember the first time I saw you? It's when your balls were bleeding."
Note the guitar and bass behind Matt's head. We really were cool.
One of the top five photos ever of Gorm. It's kind of hard to see, but he's licking his chops and throwing his chest out like he's some kind of fierce police dog. Too bad one of his owners is almost overcome with skepticism of the entire world, and the other seems to be having her deepest thought ever.
I like this photo too because our mothers are standing behind us like they're chaperoning the photo.
A great truck and a great dog. It's hard to see him, but he's in the driver's seat in the Watertown Perkin's parking lot. With a mug of coffee on the dash, some Uncle Tupelo on the boom box, and an open road, life was good.
I really love this photo. It says so much more than "sleepy dog." It says "We never sweep," "If we're smoking Dorals, we really should just quit," "I can't find the bottle opener" and "What's that stain?" It also says, "Why can't I hold the camera level?" It also says, "I am a happy dog."
Land shark. Rug by Target.
I think the funniest thing I ever saw Gorm do was when he looked at his butt in shock after he farted. Yes, I am twelve. No, that's not what he's doing here, but it's essentially the same expression: "What the hell was that?" Slippers by Sven's Clogs.
Another of the top five photos of Gorm. The cigarettes and Grain Belt have been replaced by a chocolate donut and Healthy Request V8. Gorm has been replaced by John, who is about two weeks old in this picture. You can tell he's not quite sure what to think about it.
There are a lot of sounds in this house that I had always attributed to the dog. I know now they're just sounds, but it's hard not to think he's come back when I hear them.