Monthly Archives: July 2013

Living with Bull Terriers, an owner’s survival guide.

     First thing you must do to survive life with a bull terrier is hang on to your sense of humor.  If you can’t laugh, then you most certainly will not survive.

     Buy cheap furniture so you don’t develop an attachment.  Bully owners lose more furniture to their dogs.  Yes, I have lost a bent wood rocker, a few sofas, and several chairs to ours over the last 33 years.

     If you really love the item, it will have a short life span.  They will chew, knock over, break, smash, crunch, maim, anything you think you treasure.  Buy replaceable items, do not waste your money on anything that is not mass-produced.

     Never say never.  “My dog never……..”  They will make a liar out of you every time.

     When least expected, they will trip you, knock you down, or in some way injure you.  Always keep ace bandages and crutches on hand.

     Do not believe anything that tells you a toy is indestructible.  They will find a way.

     That innocent look does not mean they are innocent, start looking for what they’ve destroyed.

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      Anyone else have some survival tips?  You all have a good one!

Heat? What heat? Oh, you mean outside!

     Go outside?  In this heat?  No Mommy we’d rather take up the entire couch and soak up the air conditioning.

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     When we’re not taking up the couch, we are wrestling with each other…inside.  We still don’t want to go out unless we have to go.

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     All that play makes for tired pups.

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No, we don’t want to go out.  We’re fine snoozing under the AC.

 

Will they never stop?

     Another fourth of July has passed by, thank goodness.  However, around here that only means we have several more months of illegal fireworks to drive us crazy.  The poor Curmudgeon was kept up well past his bed time and will be a cranky curmudgeon come daylight.  Some persistent idiot is still setting off loud aerials after 1 a.m.

     This someone thinks his/her Chinese water torture of setting off a loud aerial bang every so often all night is hilarious.  I do not.  I have a splitting headache and would like to take one of those loud aerials, stick it up the ass of whomever it is setting them off every freaking night for a month, and light the damned thing.

     Why can’t people come up with a better way to celebrate without the use of fireworks?  I hear of pets completely freaking out from the noise and staying traumatized for months.  ERs brimming with ‘idiot accidents’ of burns and blown off body parts to where they look like a war zone, and this is a ‘fun’ way to celebrate?

     I have always found the use of fireworks by non-professionals the dumbest thing ever.  Proof to me of how dangerous they are, was the 4th of July where The Curmudgeon’s father almost removed three fingers of his right hand with an M8O.  Yep, his was an ‘idiot accident.’  He did lose the tip of his middle finger and a good amount of flesh from the other two.  That, of course,  makes flipping the bird less provocative.

     You all have a good one. 

More pictures of what is growing in my yard

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Pictures: blooming in the garden today

Shhhh, don’t tell him.

     Since my heart attack, almost two years ago, I have completely changed my diet, stopped smoking, and am almost back to my normal exercise levels.

     Do you think I could, in these two years, get The Curmudgeon to change his diet at all?

     That would be a no.  When I make suggestions or try to talk to him about it I get this response:

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     Yeah, he’s going to change isn’t he?  Not this guy, no way!

     Want to bet on that?  He’s made some dietary changes.  He doesn’t know he’s made them and don’t you dare tell him he has.  What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, it will make him healthier.  Sometimes we wives have to get sneaky.

     You all have a good one!

 

Little amusements

     Yes, sometimes little things amuse me.  Okay, most of the time.  I have toys, little character flash drives, whistles, kazoos, and silly pens and pencils all over my desk.  I have a tape dispenser that’s a dog.

     I recently bought a new USB port that looks like a skull, it has storage room in the top.  Yay, I found a new home for my flash drives. 

     The Curmudgeon just shrugs at my insanity.  I guess he figures it keeps me from killing him.

     You all have a good one!

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