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Sad Tanuki
Posted 7 years agoI am unable to go to Anthrocon this year and that makes me a sad tanuki.
I've been in the hospital since Saturday and will be out at the earliest Wednesday. But I won't be able to do much walking / sitting for a few weeks.
I've been in the hospital since Saturday and will be out at the earliest Wednesday. But I won't be able to do much walking / sitting for a few weeks.
Anthrocon 2018
Posted 7 years agoIf I'm going go to my first furry convention, I might as well go all out. I'll be going to Anthrocon 2018 this year and am both excited and nervous. If you see me give me a hug or at least say "Hi". I'm a fairly easy to spot human. 6'8" tall, looks like a overweight Prince William with a chin beard and mustache. I'll probably be working on some cross-stitch pattern.
Introduction
Posted 7 years agoHi. My name is Fezzik Fleabaggins. I'm a raccoon dog, or tanuki. I live through the forrest, down by the river in a large Oak tree.
Most days, if it is not rainy and cold, I sit outside on a tree stump next to my campfire, sipping on hot cocoa, and reading a book. I like to read and fish and stare up at the stars at night. The babbling of the river, the wamth of the the fire, the twinkling of the stars. It is very peaceful.
From a distance, others might think I'm an old hermit that doesn't want to be bothered. First, I'm not that old! I might have a few grays in my scruff, but I'm only 38. Second, I love having company. Come sit next to the fire. I'll make you some hot cocoa. I've got cinnamonn, pepermint, lavender, you name it. If you come really early, I can show you how to fish. Or if you come late, I can tell you about the stars. Contrary to name, I don't have fleas.
I don't like the city. It's too loud. Too much husstle and bussle with all the comings and goings. I go there on occasions for supplies, and doctor appointments, and the likes but avoid it if I can. If you do see me, wave. I ride a red bicycle with a wicker basket on the front. I wear a big blue scarf.
Twice a week I go to the library to read to the young pups. I tell them stories of knights and dragons, of lamps and Genies, of magical forrests and stinky trolls. I look up from my bifocals and see their eyes twinkling, like the stars I watch at night. I'll change my voice to that of a grumpy troll and they laugh like the babbling of the water. As the story unfolds, the crowd seems to grow. Like the roots of my tree, they stretch silently each time I look up. Pups then teens, caregivers and others who were just passing by. They now sit, their ears perked, waiting to hear the ending. Does the knight escape the dragon's lair? Does the genie get set free? Will the stinky troll get a bath? They want to know, but deep down, I don't think the want the story to end. I smile. This makes me happy.
Sometimes I have bad days. When it's raining or cold, I just want to stay curled up in bed. The medicine the doctor gave me recently makes my tummy hurt and can make me grumpy. I don't like it, not at all! It makes me sad, anxious, irritable, and anti-social. I am not me! But I have to take it, he says. At least for a while. If you see me out and about with a dark cloud looming over me. Don't avoid me, I could really use a smile, hug, a good laugh, or some silly cuteness.
Most days, if it is not rainy and cold, I sit outside on a tree stump next to my campfire, sipping on hot cocoa, and reading a book. I like to read and fish and stare up at the stars at night. The babbling of the river, the wamth of the the fire, the twinkling of the stars. It is very peaceful.
From a distance, others might think I'm an old hermit that doesn't want to be bothered. First, I'm not that old! I might have a few grays in my scruff, but I'm only 38. Second, I love having company. Come sit next to the fire. I'll make you some hot cocoa. I've got cinnamonn, pepermint, lavender, you name it. If you come really early, I can show you how to fish. Or if you come late, I can tell you about the stars. Contrary to name, I don't have fleas.
I don't like the city. It's too loud. Too much husstle and bussle with all the comings and goings. I go there on occasions for supplies, and doctor appointments, and the likes but avoid it if I can. If you do see me, wave. I ride a red bicycle with a wicker basket on the front. I wear a big blue scarf.
Twice a week I go to the library to read to the young pups. I tell them stories of knights and dragons, of lamps and Genies, of magical forrests and stinky trolls. I look up from my bifocals and see their eyes twinkling, like the stars I watch at night. I'll change my voice to that of a grumpy troll and they laugh like the babbling of the water. As the story unfolds, the crowd seems to grow. Like the roots of my tree, they stretch silently each time I look up. Pups then teens, caregivers and others who were just passing by. They now sit, their ears perked, waiting to hear the ending. Does the knight escape the dragon's lair? Does the genie get set free? Will the stinky troll get a bath? They want to know, but deep down, I don't think the want the story to end. I smile. This makes me happy.
Sometimes I have bad days. When it's raining or cold, I just want to stay curled up in bed. The medicine the doctor gave me recently makes my tummy hurt and can make me grumpy. I don't like it, not at all! It makes me sad, anxious, irritable, and anti-social. I am not me! But I have to take it, he says. At least for a while. If you see me out and about with a dark cloud looming over me. Don't avoid me, I could really use a smile, hug, a good laugh, or some silly cuteness.
