Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Emily the Mouseketeer


This morning I left the house in a hurry, forgetting that I'd left a mouse for Matilda the Snake defrosting on a kitchen counter. Later in the day I received this text from my son:
"Puppy was whining at dead mouse. I moved mouse to center of counter. A few minutes later crying stops. I check. Mouse is gone."

I guarantee the mouse did not walk away on its own steam. A search of the area revealed no clues.

Emily's new nickname is "Mouse-Breath."

Innocent as the day is long?
 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Unwelcome guest

You know the type. They're not invited. They mess around in your bathroom so long that you don't even want to enter it. They ignore requests to leave. And they show up every year.
 
 
 
 I am guarding the perimeter and am not responsible for what shows up in the tub. In fact, the tub is to be avoided.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Give 'em an inch

and they take a yard.
And they eat it.



Got TP?





Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Lounge Lizard


Bad Dog I

Bad Dog II
 

Extremely Bad Dog
 
Temporarily Good Dog
 

Extremely Good Dog 

Friday, July 4, 2014

How Emily Dickins and Miro would like to celebrate the evening of the 4th

But they won't because there are too many empty-headed idiots who
think noise is the only way to fill their minds.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

The challenge of yogurt and B&W Sunday

I gave each dog a spoonful of yogurt. The experienced Miro licked the spoon and was done. Emily Dickins plunged her nose into the spoon. Here's the result.

What's this?


 Try a bit of a lick.


Maybe if I stretch out my tongue.

And curl it waaaay up.
 
I feel so defeated.
 
Ha, got it!
 
 
 

Ferocity wins.
 
 

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Miró’s new job

Ballast.


Outside the confines of a training room, teaching a puppy to walk on a leash gets tedious. The puppy wants to pull forward, switch right and left, stop to watch moving things--a car! astounding!--while the attentive human must bend over to reward good behavior or stop quickly and turn if the puppy pulls. Normally I teach the puppy to walk on the leash before hooking up the coupler, but getting Emily around one block was going to take forever. Time for the easy way.

Surprisingly, Emily accepted the halti collar right away. I put it on her, treated, took it off.  Repeat. Same again the next day. She didn't try even once to rub it off, so I hooked everybody up and off we went.  Miró’s walking beside me kept Emily in line until I let them move forward for a quick photo op.
One block, two blocks, and then down to the park, through the woods, and back on a sunny day.

Time for what?


Where's the reward for our stunning perfection?