Sunday, July 29, 2007
Later, The Alpha came home with a big vase of stinky flowers. The Typist really seemed to like them a lot, but for dogs, they smell a bit too... nice. They're stinking up the house. (I'm sure there's a thumb-haver or two who would say that very thing about The Boy, though.)
Then the two of them got dressed up all nice, and left us for a few hours, and came back smelling like meat. I think they even had some of it with them, because they went straight to the kitchen with the bag and Saturday they had more meat for lunch. No, they didn't share. But we did get some nice crunchy bread.
Today, they did the usual thing where they come home smelling like church, only twice. And the second time they did it, they came home smelling like church and cake. But no cake for dogs.
I think we're overdue for some Frosty Paws. Don't you?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Or, actually, it was Jake.
Jake went on this week. He was a big-time hero dog, especially in New York City and Mississippi. When he was in New York City wearing his work vest, he got to eat a free steak dinner under fancy restaurant's table. That sounds like fun!
He helped find thumb-havers who were stuck in awful places, and he taught other dogs how to do that, too.
When Jake was little, he was abandoned, like me. But he had a hurt leg, which I didn't have when I was all alone. And when he got better, he got special training so he could be a hero dog. A thumb-haver saw that he had potential, and believed in him. And he helped the world.
Woff, woff, Jake. We salute you.
Monday, July 23, 2007
She's not even as big as I was when I got my family, and she's already as big as she's going to get.
Guess what she did?
She took on a rattlesnake and protected that little baby thumb-haver there.
She got a nifty scar on her forehead, kind of like Harry Potter (I like Harry Potter because I'm hairy, too). You can see her scar in the video they have with her story.
Zoey, Hero Chihuahua: we salute you.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
On the one paw, that's kinda sad, because it means we're not allowed up there anymore.
On the other paw, I think it also means that The Alpha is coming home soon!
On the other other paw, it's raining again. We thought we were done with all that.
On the other other other paw, it has stayed pretty cool this week for summer in Texas.
I'm all out of paws now!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I'm a dog.
Apparently, I'm one of Harry Potter's favorite dogs, but still...
I could've told you that.
|You scored as Remus Lupin, You are a wise and caring wizard and a good, loyal friend to boot. However sometimes in an effort to be liked by others you can let things slide by, which ordinarily you would protest about.|
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Oh, and I think the tie with Hermione must be The Typist interfering.
Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Typist was gone a couple of nights ago, but she's back. Not sure where The Alpha is now, except maybe inside that speaker thing on the telephone. Because that sure sounded like him talking to us. But he's a little big to be hiding in there.
The Boy and I have a feeling we're about to get some grooming-type activities coming our way. I hope it doesn't involve toothpaste, and he hopes it does.
Good news is that with only one thumb-haver here, I get a spot on their bed.
Yeah, right now it looks like I'm sharing with The Boy, but he'll climb down later. He always lets me have the high ground.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
One of them was Uncle B -- I liked him already. The others were new, and I liked them, too. Even the one that I'm pretty sure doesn't really care for dogs (she was still nice). The Boy and I could smell-and-tell that the other thumb-havers live with dogs. So that was nice to know.
They left yesterday, and everything's pretty much back to normal now.
Oh, and The Typist just let us finish off the watermelon a minute ago... yum!
Friday, July 06, 2007
So rather than make you guys wait even one minute longer for the five, I'll dig up an oldie:
Today, what are you:
Cub: My usual... oh, wait, here comes a bandanna! - with suns and moons and stars on it to sort-of coordinate with my collar.
Typist: Summery lime-green and white striped sweater I got for $15 at the closeout store; khakis (had to go into the office this morning), and my tan Skechers. Oh, and sunglasses on my head -- it's my outward sign of an inward optimism that maybe it'll stop raining soon (and I actually needed them while driving today!).
Cub: Expressions on faces. Also, various signs that we might be having people come over.
Typist: Still trying to finish The Irresistible Revolution (help Shane and the community recover from the fire by donating here); lots o' blogs; articles in the paper where I work.
Cub: Chow, peanut butter with medicine hidden in it (don't think I don't notice!), and a Good Dogs Go Out treat so far today. Hoping for more watermelon in my future.
Typist: Too many sweets already today (snacks for and with the group we hosted at work), but keeping other areas in check. We shall see if that gets blown at dinner.
Cub: Stretching out on the cool tile in the entryway.
Typist: Making sure I haven't forgotten any errands.
Cub: Whether anyone is actually coming over. The Typist just messed with the thermostat, so I'm pretty sure the answer is yes.
Typist: Where we will go for dinner with the four out-of-towners before we see Spamalot tonight.Hope everyone has a lovely weekend!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
He wasn't quite sure what to do with it.
Of course, he didn't have the benefit of learning how to have corn on the cob as a puppy, like I did. So, watermelon is really his first try at anything you're not supposed to eat all of.
Tonight when we had more watermelon, he did much better. He's still very gentle about it, and The Typist calls him Sweet Boy while he eats.
She wasn't calling him Sweet Boy back when he did this:
I'm just sayin'.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Here's some video of me eating my 4th of July watermelon. You can even hear me crunching on it if you turn on the sound. (Oh, and The Typist talking to me like I'm a baby or something. As if I don't know I'm a good girl... silly Typist.)
Be sure to wait for the surprise ending...
(So much so, that it escalated to a Texas Caravan of Justice... no, not a Dodge minivan, the other kind.)
We've dreamed of delivering "special messages" from RevGalPetPals.
We've shown our anger, dismay, and sorrow in various blogosphere locations.
But when it comes down to what we can really do, well, we can pray.
*[ Will Smama ]*
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
The Boy and I haven't had a good walk in quite a while. It's too wet.
We have had some indoor fun, though. Wallering on the carpet... playing chase... running around with our toys... napping... getting good ear scritchings and belly rubs.
Some friends of the thumb-having persuasion came over last weekend, and we hear more friends may be coming over tomorrow!
We like coming over. We wait at the front door when The Alpha and The Typist tell us it's about to happen.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Six months ago, I was working on my first-ever knitting project when The Alpha asked what my second one would be. And when I said I didn't know, he suggested one.
It took exactly five months to complete. Yes, it's a bit too hot for him to wear right now, but I was planning ahead.
And no, it's not exactly like the one on the TV series, as anyone with a "My other car is a TARDIS" bumper sticker would quickly point out, I'm certain (thanks for that defining point, Zorra). But it is pretty close to the Season 12 pattern.
And, more importantly, The Alpha is thrilled.
To top it off, he can also use it to do a good impersonation of little brother Randy from A Christmas Story:
So, fellow knit-wits, how did I do?