mon petit monde

Good Pokemon Things: having your fav pokemon right by your side while you’re getting married

1. Ash/Satoshi having his fist up instead of open hand. (Also Kiawe/Kaki’s face, look at it!)

2. Brock/Takeshi beats down Bakugames. Not really small detail as it is, but it’s no wonder Ash/Satoshi’s suprised, last time we, the audience, saw Brock/Takeshi, he struggled with gym matches, and almost caused his gym to close down (he hadn’t really been an active battler when Sinnoh journey ended). This is like, huge step up for Brock/Takeshi! And thus the whole fight is absolutely amazing! It’s a detail that is told via expressions and not words.

3. The face of someone who’s never seen Mega Stone vs The face of someone who’s seen Mega Stone. I honestly loved this.

4. Lana/Suiren enjoys Rain. Why of course, she’s Water Type Specialist.

5. How everyone’s suprised about Ash/Satoshi asking Pikachu to climb the Hurricane….

except Brock/Takeshi. This man has traveled so long with Ash/Satoshi, he knows when he’s up to something.

I don’t think it’s a wonder I love this episode, is it?

Who needs a Pokémon battle when you can just tackle Faba yourself?

The dumbest dog I ever met was a secret genius.

So when I was five, my Aunt Helen called me to inform me that since I was the next-oldest of the cousins, I got to name her new puppy.  Unfortunately, she called me at like 9 in the morning and my ADHD ass was really focused on the concept of breakfast so I said “Pancake”.  And Helen, bless her, named her little German Shepherd Puppy “Pancake”.

For the first few weeks, Pancake was a regular dumb, clumsy and awkward puppy.  Then he… kept doing that.  And getting weirder.  Pancake could run up the stairs just fine, but refused to go down them.  He’d trot right up to people… diagonally.  he’d travel most smoothly at a 45-degree angle, feet crossing like a fancy line-dance.   

 He was also… not bright.  If his dishes were moved, he wouldn’t be able to find them until walked to the new location  several times.   He also had a long-standing feud with the stop sign at the end of the drive, lunging and snapping at it every time they passed.  

He did mange to enjoy life. Helen’s husband, my Uncle Nicolas likes to play the accordion after his third glass of wine at family functions.  Every previous dog has either hid under the couch, or in Mazel’s case, growl menacingly until he stopped.  Pancake LOVED the accordion, and would howl along with it, tail wagging happily.  Helen breeds Morgan horses, and while they mostly hated the dogs and tried to murder any of the other dogs that came near, Pancake could walk right up to them, licking noses, and even allowed to approach foals.

“I swear, that dog only has half a brain.” Nicolas joked.

Eventually, Helen noticed that Pancake was walking into corners and furniture, mostly on his right side.  She took him into the vet, and they realized he was blind in his right eye, despite there being no apparent damage.  They took a scan of his brain, wondering if he’d been hurt at some point.

Turns out Uncle Nick was right.

Pancake’s right hemisphere was perfectly normally developed, but his left was literally about the size of a walnut.  The vet said it was an absolute miracle that he was alive at all, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain.  Helen commissioned my Mom, and she made him a padded right-side face mask becuase if he couldn’t see out of that side anyway, they ought to protect his eye.