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Our Friends Guess The Baby’s Birthdate, Weight and Sex

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Saving this for posterity. Our DC pals came over for a weenie roast the other day, and folks tried to guess when the baby would arrive, whether it would be a boy or girl, and how much he/she will weigh in at.

The Baby Pool from Elise Hu on Vimeo.

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September 20th, 2012 at 3:05 pm

Doing DC With the Dawg

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A month ago, we noticed a small pink growth between Saidee-the-Hu-beagle’s toes. It was the size of one of her paw pads, only it wasn’t black and she didn’t need any extra paw pads. We took her to the vet, a loquacious southerner named Dr. DuBois. Upon examination, he decided she needed surgery right away to remove the growth.

Once he got in there, Dr. DuBois found a tumor that wasn’t well-defined, as he had hoped. “It was tangled into veins and tissue and growing everywhere,” he said to me on the phone. “I got a lot of it, but there was no way to get all of it.” He started preparing me for the worst-case scenario: that Saidee had a malignant tumor that would require amputation of her leg to save her life.

Three days later, he called and left a message on Matty’s phone with fantastic news. Even though the tumor was locally aggressive, it wasn’t cancerous. We were beyond relieved.

Saidee’s 12 going on 13, which is pretty old for a dog. I got her my junior year of high school for my Mom, because mom is a dog lover and since I knew I was soon going away to college, I wanted her to have another daughter. Since she joined the Hu family, Saidee has lived in Texas, and St. Louis, and then with my brother Roger in Arizona, and for the last four years, with me and Matty in Austin and now, D.C. She’s as important member of the Hu family as any of the rest of us; she loves all of us unconditionally, and never wavers in her loyalty.

So we owe it to her to give her many stimulating memories for these sunset years of her life. She joined the rest of the tourists this weekend (and was a huge attention getter) as she roamed the Washington Mall and saw the sights.

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June 6th, 2011 at 2:28 am

Trapped in a Closet, I Mean, Elevator

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We got stuck in a National Press Building elevator with four others, including a random Russian journalist. We called for help and rang the alarm but were still stuck a good 15 minutes later, so when it was clear we were on a floor and not in between them, Matty pried the doors open and we got safely out in time for dinner. Thank god. But it was pretty funny before it got unfunny — the woman on the help intercom asked Matty questions like, “How many people are on the elevator with you?” And he said, “Six. But R. Kelly’s in here. Please hurry.” (Thankfully she got the joke.)

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April 7th, 2011 at 2:48 am

Posted in DC,Washington