Category Archives: Dog related
And you think it’s bad when the kids are bored…
It’s too cold to go outside. Try having bored dogs. Kids you can find something for them to do to amuse themselves. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can send kids off on new adventures with the turn of a book’s page. Dogs can’t read. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can hand a kid a TV remote, a board game, an electronic game, or a computer. Dogs don’t have thumbs, they can’t use controllers. Dogs want you to amuse them.
My arms are ready to fall off from throwing various toys all day. The Curmudgeon is also exhausted.
And here comes Lucy with another idea of what we need to play with. Dogs want you to amuse them. Good thing they are so cute and we love them so much.
Wow, did you see what happened when I dropped my tennis ball down the stairs? Did ya? Did ya?
Is it something in the air?
Several friends have had their dogs melt down and go after each other in the last few weeks. Very frightening for them.
In our house it’s not that. It’s Gavin acting like a young pup. Hucklebutts, scolding me, teasing Lucy, and trying to jump up on The Curmudgeon’s chair.
He’s getting into things he hasn’t touched in many years, looking for mischief in general.
This is the dog, who since Lucy arrived, has had more than his usual attention and affection, trips outside whenever he pleases, and treats galore.
I can say with all honesty, there’s never a dull moment in this house.
Oh my dog! Momma is crazy!
Momma had strange thing in her hand and I barked at it and I almost wagged my tail off. Then she gave me a soft pinch with it and I did a wild hucklebutt all over the living room and kitchen.
Afterwards I needed a nap.
When Momma got a good look at this picture she told Daddy I need a bath because my belly is so dirty from all the combat crawling I do in the muddy yard.
I don’t want a bath!
I like being dirty.
Whoo hoo! SUN!
Wow, it is amazing how bright the sun is after so many dreary days of no sun. Yesterday became a spectacular day as the clouds burned off and the sun made an appearance.
So far it looks as though we are in for a possible five-day run of partly cloudy days. Hurrah!
Lucy spent the entire day doing one hucklebutt after another celebrating the sunshine I think.
Gavin enjoyed moseying about the yard sniffing out squirrel trails.
Here’s to sunshine, long may she reign.
Someone had a busy day.
Lucy says….
Dis beez my boyfwend. He libs next door. I beez ober da moon about him. I watchez for him ebery day. Dis waz da first time dat he seedz my new hat. He sed I waz a cutie and I kissed him (blush.)
The dogs speak out about the weather
I didn’t want to go outside today.
It was raining.
I got muddy when I tried to combat crawl.
I think someone should buy me a raincoat.
(Pssst DaaaaaaD!)
Momma says I need a bath.
I am big and tough and I don’t mind the rain except when it is coming down hard. Then I wuss out.
The pups mani-pedi spa day
Both dogs had pedicures yesterday. Neither one is happy with me. It is so much easier to trim Lucy’s nails than it is Gavin’s.
Gavin has gnarly, crooked and thick, hard to keep up with nails and hard warts on his pads. He’s also not the most cooperative dog when it comes to a nail trim.
This time I recruited The Curmudgeon and had him sit on the couch with Gavin keeping his attention and helping to hold him still while I used the Dremel Tool on the nails and pad warts.
It took me almost twenty minutes to get Gavin done. Never a dull moment around here either. He was okay but afterwards the old boy showed us some of the old hellion he once was insisting he deserved more than one cookie. Hucklebutts, bows, and silliness went on for a little while.
Lucy with her normal nails took me all of five minutes.
I habs gnarly nails. Momma sez so.
The dog isn’t dumb.
Yesterday, Lucy received a hoodie I’d ordered for her because she is more sensitive to the cold than Mr. Nova Scotia born Gavin. He loves the cold weather.
After going outside wearing the hoodie a couple of times, Lucy now stands in front of where I keep it, and barks to have it put on before she rings the bells to go out.
I think she likes staying warm. Well, don’t we all when the weather turns frigid?
It seems that when she’s not wrapped up in the fuzzy blanket like a bully burrito, she’s now asking for her hoodie. And people say dogs are dumb.
Momma pwease come ober here and cober me wight.
I wubs my hoodie. Momma bought it here:
I got kicked off the couch
Someone decided that my spot was hers. All I did was go down into the basement to fold clothes and returned to find Lucy had not only moved over into my spot, but she had commandeered my pillow too.
Brat.
And she has the nerve to give the stink eye when I snap a few pictures.
Happy Birthday to our Gavin!
He’s a whole thirteen years old now. Hard to believe that much time has passed since Linda and I picked him up at the airport customs office.
He was eight weeks old and such a cute little guy that everyone in the customs office fell in love with him.
The Curmudgeon didn’t know we were picking him up, he thought Gavin was coming two weeks from then. We fooled him and showed up at his work with Gavin. The dispatcher called him into the office to see someone who stopped in to see him.
I loved the look on his face when he saw me with little Gavin. Priceless!
This is Gavin at 10 weeks.
This is him on his birthday yesterday.
He’s up again. Silly old boy.
Gavin was shopping. All you could hear was him rattling around in the toy box. 
When he finished, you could tell he’d been busy.
These two didn’t satisfy.
Nor did these two.
Ditto with these.
Next, Miss Lucy will tidy up by putting all of them into her bed. Wish she’d put them into the toy box, but at least she does pick up after herself and Gavin.
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