Category Archives: Dog related
Yes, she is spoiled.
Decided to try to sleep in my bed last night. I took Lucy up with me only because I knew she’d be yodeling in her crate if I left her downstairs. And over the last couple of weeks I liked having her next to me.
She was so good, she may do this permanently.
I got to sleep in comfort and I got to sleep in. She didn’t insist on getting up early.
Iz we weddy to goez up to bedz yet?
Zzzzzzzzzz, Oh my!
What is it about having a dog who is snoring while snuggling with her head against my hip that makes me so sleepy? This is a nightly thing around here.
I can’t believe how sleepy I get when she’s next to me snoring her silly head off.
Anyone else have this problem?
Oh My Dog!
I Lucy, sez dat da Momma shud neber beez allowed to shop unstupersized when da Howlaweenie stuffs beez on da shelbes.
She broughted home too much stuffs! Bad enuff she boughted me dat costumez last year but dis year she went too farz.
She sez she will put da stoopid pictures she tooked ob me in da new costumez later…for now enjoy last year’s costumez.
Candy security
Trickle down theory Bull Terrier style
Lucy has figured out that if she bugs me enough when I am busy on the computer she’ll be put in her crate and get a cookie. Then, after she’s in the crate for a little while, she plays the prisoner with a tin cup (runs her paws down the crate door bars several times) she gets to come out again.
Gavin knows if he trips me while I am carrying The Curmudgeon’s lunch to him, he might just get a chance to snag a half a sandwich off the floor.
Lucy knows The Curmudgeon always comes down from his nap with a butterscotch candy in his mouth and if she barks at him enough he’ll give her a tiny piece.
Yes, life with Bull terriers is never dull.
Dis hat is too flat
She’s apposed to cuddlez me
I kept bugging Da Momma. I wanted her on the couch wiff me.
She tolded me dat if I kepted it up, she would neber get her bloggie written.
I sez, tuff. I want hers to sit wiff me whilez I snooze.
So dere!
Can’t leave her alone with The Curmudgeon…
I thought crating the little dickens as The Curmudgeon went up to bed so I could slip over to G’s place would not be a problem.
Turns out she barked the entire couple of hours I was gone. The stinker.
I duz not wanna beez in my cwate I wanna beez on da couch. So dere!
Cheeze!!!
Oh, my goodness I iz ober da moon!
Momma went to diz place cawed da fahmers mahket. She broughted home a bag ob cheeze cubeez and she letted me an da brudder habs sum ob dem!
Day iz gud!!!
Gimme sum moah ob dat cheeze Ma!
Greedy drug companies
Finally there was a medication that helped Gavin with his allergies. It was expensive but it helped so we paid for it. Lucy is also on it and it has helped her some.
Went for a refill yesterday and the price has almost tripled. I might not be able to afford refills after this. I will have to rob Peter to pay Paul this month after paying for the medication.
Not my vet’s fault, it is the manufacturer.
Greedy freaking drug companies not only rip us off on our own medications but they keep many pets from having a happy, healthy life by jacking their pricing through the roof and making them hard to get.
Shame on them.
These two deserve to be comfortable.
New collars in the house
It takes a special person to produce such well-made collars. I am always so impressed when I get the new ones, that I keep ordering more from her. My dogs have an extensive collar wardrobe. They are reasonably priced, washable, and last longer than any I ever bought in a store.
You can find my friend on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Collar-My-World-Custom-Collars-and-Accessories/399914493430389
She’s never disappointed me and always stands behind her product.
You all have a good one!
She’s grounded
As a bull terrier owner I can tell you there are bruises on my body that I have no idea or remembrance of how I got them.
Why?
Because I am stepped on, run into, head butted, and jumped on regularly.
These dogs are not for the weak of heart.
They test you daily.
Lucy found out what the major sin in this house is. It is chewing up a book. One. Never. Chews. A. Book. Here. Three minutes I was out of the room. I returned to find her sitting in front of the damaged book with her tail wagging like mad.
I don’t think she’s ever been yelled at by me even once in the year she’s been here. This time she got it. She also got jail time so I could cool off.
Yes, Lucy is grounded. No free run time when Mom or Dad aren’t with her for a while.
Lucky for her she’s so cute.
Gavin’s day
I loves my snuggles wiff Mom and Dad.
I will gib my paw to anyone who habs a cookie.
I lubs to chew mah pink bowling pin. I am in touch wiff my feminine side.
I let my liddle sister pester me.
Thiz spot on mize noze is my kissy spot. Thatz what da Momma tells me it iz.
A day in the life of Lucy.
I playz hard.
Woof.
I pwotectz da Mumma, Daddy, and my big brover.
I makez sure my Daddy getz upstairz safewy.
I snugglez my Daddy.
I teazes my Brudder all da time.
I sleepz wiff my Mumma on da couch.
Night, night.
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