Category Archives: Dog related
She doesn’t want to go out now…
Another dog post?! Yes, I guess it has been one of those weeks.
My neighbor’s little bitty rat terrier chihuahua mix dog managed to get herself locked out of the house (in their fenced in yard) yesterday. We’re glad the weather wasn’t bad and the temperature was above 50 degrees.
The Curmudgeon, once he realized that she was outside and no one was home, called the three, in case of emergency numbers, we have for them while I attempted to get her to come to me. She refused and kept running away, foolish girl, she could have spent the day in a warm crate tormenting Patty and Gavin.
At last we got a phone call and was told someone would be home shortly to take care of her. Not long after that, the neighbor’s daughter appeared and the little dog was inside and happy. Later in the evening my neighbor came over to thank us and told us the little dog had no desire to go out at the moment. 😉 I wouldn’t either if I were her.
English: A sleeping Rat Terrier (Photo credit: Wikipedia) She sort of looks likes this one only smaller and with longer hair.
Soft bully, warm bully….
Patty discovered the new throw. It is very soft, furry, and warm. She likes it. She never sits on the couch with me and yet, when she discovered this fabulous new throw, she leapt upon the couch and somersaulted into the throw rolling herself into doggy burrito.
Gavin’s green-eyed-monster raised its head and he joined us on the couch.
You all have a good one!
What crawled up his butt?
As I sit here at the computer I am giggling. Why am I giggling? Because Gavin, the foolish old dog, has barked at me all night. He claims I am not paying him enough attention, or something along that line.
This is not your average bark coming from him either. It’s a higher pitch scolding bark with the stink-eye to go with it. All I can do is laugh, which makes him scold me all the more.
It’s not like I didn’t spend a few hours snuggling with him on the couch after dinner or scratching his belly off and on all afternoon.
Him spoiled? No…um…well… not much.
Don’t worry, Patty gets her share of attention around here, but she insists on her Daddy doing it. 😉
You all have a good one!
Gavin’s day.
He was so ticked about being at the vet’s he wouldn’t look at me.
Since it was his birthday I put ribbons on his bag of poo. His gift to the lab.
Doesn’t he look thrilled to be there?
Still wouldn’t look at me even though he was almost done. Such a happy looking boy…NOT. Gavin is showing a cataract in one eye and the beginnings of one in the other eye. This is to be expected at his age.
He has a clean bill of health. Shots are up to date. I am very impressed with their new policy of calming bandannas. With him it worked. He got a full inspection from Patty when he got home.
You all have a good one!
Gavin’s Birthday!
It certainly doesn’t feel like twelve years have passed, but they have. Today is Gavin’s twelfth birthday. The poor boy got a bath yesterday and today he gets to go to the place he dreads and hates the most, the vet’s. I am such a mean dog Mommy. 😉
You all have a good one!
Gavin isn’t going to be happy with me…
I finally managed to make an appointment for Gavin to see the vet. So many things have been going on here, he’s over due for one and is out of his allergy medication. He should feel a lot better after Tuesday. Poor thing, he has to go to the vet on his birthday.
Patty is also due to go in but I won’t take them together. Gavin is such a chicken chit that he makes Patty afraid to be there. We found this out after we tried taking them in together just once. Gavin is such a total wuss that he made Patty a nervous wreck before Dr. O got in the exam room to see them.
After that, I thought she’d never go there again without being afraid. Fortunately, since we never did that again, she’s regained her confidence and is now a happy camper at the vet’s again.
Back away from the trash can…
While in the check out line at Bed Bath and Beyond, I glanced at a shelf in front of me and almost collapsed laughing.
G asked me what was so funny and I pointed to the garbage can that had the sensor that automatically opened the can for you.
“Could you picture that with my dogs?”
She giggled at the thought.
I about fell on the floor laughing. Finally, I gasped out, “OMG, they’d have the sensor worn out in less than a day and you’d find me sitting in a corner pulling my hair out while repeatedly mumbling ‘leave the trash can alone.'”
You all have a good one!
English: Bed Bath & Beyond (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It’s sometimes hard to believe that the white dog is a few days shy of 12 years of age.
Okay big brudder, you started it!
I gonna get your foot!
Hehehe, can you tell he loves playing with her?
This happens morning and night.
Entertainment at its best,
The pups at play.
I am a vicious white doggie who will beat you up.
I not ascared of you, white whale.
I am brown pup and I chew on your head, what you gonna do about it big brudder?
I will open my mouf wider.
I will do my demon dog and kick your butt big brudder.
I will duck!
I get you elbow!
I get you face!
Hey Brudder, I can open my mouf bigger than you can.
No dogs were harmed in the making of this blog post.
You all have a good one!
Da Moochers strike again!
We heared dat you had some jappalenno cheeze and corny chips.
What you mean iz almost gone?
Iz you gonna share wiff us?
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