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I called him a lot of things.

Light of my life. Idiot. Adorable. Fugly puppy. Terrible. Mean. Sneaky. Funny. Ballsy. Cocky. Napoleonic. Grumpy. Sassy. Sweet. Annoying. The worst. The best.

And then there were his many nicknames.

"Patience, Young Shadowone."

"Bien, Monsieur Le Shadow!"

"Old Man Shadow" - sung either to the Neil Young or Show Boat song.

Methuselah. Houdini. Hobo. Babushka. The latter of which was usually inspired by the extremely temporary tying of one of my scarves wrapped around his head, making him look like a little Russian immigrant grandma.

I adored that cocky, adorable, stupid, terrible dog. He kept me company when I worked all alone in a dingy office in Little Five Points (though to be fair, he only accompanied me in the first place because he couldn’t be trusted to be left outside with the other dogs in our yard, hence the Houdini nickname). Walking him in Freedom Park on deadline kept me sane. Running over those hills, watching his little legs go, ears flapping in the breeze, made me laugh and be able to face the red ink again.

We thought he’d live forever. Picking fights with dogs five times his size. Going deaf but still leaping for food. Getting unpredictable around new people in the dark. Worrying us and yet being an absolute constant in his varying moods and flavors.

I’ll never forget having dinner with mum and Tim at our old house in Decatur, and I went on somewhat of a gushing rant.

"I just never know how I lived my life without you. You’re just the most wonderful thing in the world. You complete me. Yes you do! You do!"

And so on and so forth… Embarrassingly so.

After a few minutes of this, my mother, mortified, said in shocking realization, “Are you talking to the DOG?!”

Hells yes I was. Naturally, though, my mother being a normal human, assumed I was taking to my recently-made-hubbie.

Sorry, mum. Also sorry about when Shadow tore up your door frame.

He could be a terrible dog. But he was *my* terrible dog. And even though he was probably around a might 18 years of age, I wish he could have lived on jumping three feet for a snack and enjoying some damn fine belly rubs.

I miss you insanely, my Shadow.

Oxford Dictionary of National Biography - Roald Dahl
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oupacademic:

Oxford Dictionary of National Biography podcast: Roald Dahl, author of Matilda, James and the Giant Peach, and Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator

By the end of his life Dahl was bitter at not receiving the knighthood that he felt he deserved, and he became increasingly self-important, ordering a Rolls-Royce from his publisher’s to collect manuscripts from his home. He was 6 feet 6 inches tall, a chain-smoker, a lover of fine wine, a collector of contemporary painting, a grower of roses and orchids, a picture restorer, and a gambler on horses. He looked after 100 budgerigars that flew wild around his garden. He was a chocaholic. In the garden hut where he wrote he kept a huge silver ball made by packing together the silver paper from all the chocolate bars he ate. He also kept there as a trophy to show visitors one of his arthritic hip bones which had been replaced.

The story of Roald Dahl is one of over 200 episodes available from the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography’s podcast archive. New episodes are released every second Wednesday.

Image: Roald Dahl, by the Library of Congress. Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.

Babes. Also, a good depiction of a casual tv night with my BFF.

Babes.

Also, a good depiction of a casual tv night with my BFF.

thisfeliciaday:

I guess I can retire now.

Still want. WantwantWANT.

thisfeliciaday:

I guess I can retire now.

Still want. WantwantWANT.

readmore-worryless:

"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".

library-lessons:

Or reading them, either.

library-lessons:

Or reading them, either.

geekandsundry:

Look what showed up in our office yesterday! A Charlie Funko POP Vinyl doll <3 

Please. Pleasepleaseplease. Please.Buy this for me. Thank you.

geekandsundry:

Look what showed up in our office yesterday! A Charlie Funko POP Vinyl doll <3 

Please. Pleasepleaseplease. Please.

Buy this for me.

Thank you.

thegenuflector:

Anna Faris and Chris Pratt are a pretty great couple.

Adorable people being adorable.

doloresjaneumbridge:

Some snaps from my Harry Potter Reread - Part 1 [Part 2]

bakerstreetbabes:

callie-ariane:

that-girl-is-a-sun-chaser:

Wow John and Mary’s wedding was beautiful

And they even got the size of Sherlock’s hands right.

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*wheezes with laughter*

bakerstreetbabes:

callie-ariane:

that-girl-is-a-sun-chaser:

Wow John and Mary’s wedding was beautiful

And they even got the size of Sherlock’s hands right.

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*wheezes with laughter*