Category Archives: Dog related
Lucy is silly
You know your dog is relaxed when she’s been sound asleep, lifts her head to look at you, and her tongue is sticking out a mile. *Giggle*
Nice to see how a year in this house has her happy, relaxed, and full of herself.
She does a wild hucklebutt in the living room at least once a day, playing pinball off the couch and the chairs.
She greats the next door neighbors with a wagging tail and plenty of kisses when she can get them.
She’s completely adopted her Auntie G and scolds her if she forgets to give her a cookie when she comes in.
She sticks her head under her brother’s blanket that covers his crate to tease the crap out of him when he’s napping.
Yeah, I think she fits in fine here.
Lucy sleeping
Wowz, anudder thunderstorm!
I do notz like thunder boomer storms. Not one bit. I don’tz run and hide but I putz my ears back and shibberz. Mommy made it awl better though. She wrapped me up in my Ted blankie and snuggled me tight. I didn’tz shibber no more when da thunder boomers were loud. I didn’tz eben needz a cookie!
Can’t live without them
Spent $102.00 at the vet’s without taking either dog there. Yep, that’s what six months worth of heart worm medications cost us.
Lucy is scheduled to go in for shots, heart worm test, and intestinal parasites test. Yeah, that’s going to cost us a pretty penny too.
We don’t mind, truly we don’t. We love these two lunatic dogs with all our hearts.
I might bitch and moan about them from time to time but I don’t know what I’d do without them. They are my heartbeat.
Lucy and Gavin
Laundry day
Clothes were done and it was time to wash the dog’s bedding, the blanket that protects the couch from the dogs, and Ted (Lucy’s favorite blanket from http://www.teddythedog.com/Home_Is_Where_the_Dog_Is_Plush_Throw_Blanket_p/hwdiptb.htm )
Poor Lucy reminded me of Linus in the Peanuts comics. She wanted Ted and the blanket cover back on the couch and she wasn’t happy until they were back. Hysterically funny. Yes, we do call the blanket below Ted or Teddy and she knows what we are talking about. Make no mistake,Teddy is HERS!
Poor Gavin
Our poor old boy has always been a nervous wreck at the Vet’s office, in crowds, and in new situations. He’s our worrier, our “thinks too much” dog.
Yesterday he had his six month check up. He doesn’t mind riding in the van as long as when we stop we are at home. We weren’t, we were at the Vet’s office. I left the van running, the AC on, and on the radio/cd/mp3 player some Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwo…
I went inside to let them know we were there.
Shortly after that I went out and got him. He did not want to get out of the car. I had to coax him with a cookie. I swear he blew enough coat to knit another dog while we waited.
“Meany moopants Momma taked me to the dogtor. I don’t likez to go dere eber. I stickz my tongue out at her.”
Numz are good
No fun watching them grow old
Gavin, the poor old boy, can no longer jump into the chair with The Curmudgeon and, last night, had trouble getting off the chair. When he wants up on the chair we have to help him and by cracky we will help him.
He can still jump up on the couch, most of the time.
He tries to bounce around and tease me and Lucy when he can. He looks funny doing an elderly bully hucklebutt. It’s a slow motion one. He’s very tolerant of lively Lucy too.
In November, he’ll be 14 years old. He barks when he sees people pass by the yard. I don’t think he sees very well and is relying on his nose more and more.
He’s got a floppy ear, a crumpled ear, lumps and bumps and warts. His breath stinks. He’s our resident worrier and whiny butt, but we love him.
Da Momma iz cwazy
I fink Da Momma habs losted her mind. She boughted me deeze Doggles.
Duz you finks she habs losted her mind too?
Eben Daddy finks she’s gone off ob da deepz end.
She willz be back whenz we untiez her.
Princess Fluffy Butt’s dilemma.
I is supposed to go to da vet’s for shots. I is embarrassed to go because Da Momma says I am too fluffy and Da Dogtor is gonna make me go on a diet. I don’t know what a diet is but I do know that Da Momma hates them. I don’t know if I like this idea.
She’s been telling me how we are going to have to go for many walks when the weather breaks. I like that idea. I like to go for walks. Best thing is I get to have Aunties G and Annie along too! I loves them they give me cookies.
I hope the weather breaks soon. I didn’t want to go out and poop yesterday. I held my poop until almost eleben of da clock last night. I couldn’t hold da pee though and had to make many fast runs outside. I don’t like dis cold at all. I wishes Momma and Auntie G would hit dat lottery because they say we will go to a warm place to live foreber.
No! No more snow! I can’t take it!
Holy cats! Snow blew under the door and on the back porch! If you stand out there you can hear the wind howling like a banshee.
Gavin went out with no problem, no hat, no coat. He doesn’t care. He likes the cold. He’s from Nova Scotia.
Lucy, well she’s another story altogether. When I took her out she had her hat and hoodie on but still completely balked at the back door when I opened it and a wall of snowflakes slammed into us.
“No effing way Mom. I am not going out there.”
“Um, yes you are .” I booted her out the door. I don’t think I ever saw her squat and go so fast. one leap and she landed inside again.
I really hated forcing her to go out in this crap but better that than have her break her housebreaking. Poor girl.
Of course, once she got inside, she had to throw a guilt trip at me.
Spot the bully. Level advanced…sort of.
I am not going out in that stuff Ma.
No one warned me about dis whole more snow bit. AND COLD!!!!! Oh my dog! Dis is not fair. I am not coming out from under my covers until Spring.
Night night everyone!
Oh no, more snow!
Two more snow storms are headed our way. I haven’t told the little four-legged princess yet. I’m sure she won’t be pleased. The weekend shows low temperatures too with a lot of wind on Sunday.
Lucy will get plenty of use out of her hoodie and hat. This was money well spent. I’m sure the barking to have them on will start as soon as the snowflakes begin to fall.
Gavin won’t care. He likes the cold.
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