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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.
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,
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?
Paint…The Curmudgeon…2 Dogs…this should be interesting.
I bought the paint for the living room, stairs, and upstairs hallway today. Only cost me an arm and leg even with the 40% off.
A bobble headed surprise
The Curmudgeon’s poor bobble head bull terrier fell apart into little pieces. He loved that thing. He had it in his truck for like forever.
I went hunting and found him a new one–well actually two. I ordered the last two Amazon had. 😀 Will he ever be surprised. Shhhhhh!
You all have a good one!
A peek into the dogs’ life at Casa Doggonedmysteries
We had rain and with the rain came a lovely change in temperature. We are once again on the cool side and loving it.
Patty, as I’ve said before, doesn’t like rain. She’s afraid she will melt or something. Gavin doesn’t mind it one bit. It is fun to watch their differences when you take them out.
Patty will dash out under the shelter of the magnolia tree to do her business. Gavin doesn’t vary his routine no matter what the weather. Gavin is very set into his routines. One could almost say the dog has OCD.
If he’s not in his crate napping before 2 in the afternoon he is barking at me to make it so. The same thing with meals at the right time and bed time. Do not deviate from his routine. If you do you suffer his scolding. He’s a hoot.
You all have a good one!
Close encounters of the Bull Terrier kind
This is for Linda.
Over the years, my body has taken great punishment from our bull terriers. Cement block noggins to nose or face are common. Heads rammed into shins and other tender places too.
One time Malcolm stepped directly in front of me at the top of the back porch steps while I was carrying a tray of hot dogs outside to put on the grill. I didn’t see it coming, he never crossed in front of me like that before. Need I say the hot dogs never made it to the grill? I fell over my knee-high road block, flew far enough forward to land half on the lawn and half on the concrete sidewalk without knocking myself unconscious.
My hip slammed into the concrete so hard that I had a hip to knee sized blackened bruise the likes I’d never seen before and hope I never see again.
The Curmudgeon was on the second floor roof and didn’t hear my cries for help. Malcolm did, but he was too busy snarfing down hot dogs to care. Thank goodness my next door neighbor heard me and came to my rescue and helped me to my feet while I took inventory to see what body parts sustained damages. As luck would have it, I didn’t break anything.
The culprit.
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