Tuesday, August 5, 2014
"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
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
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
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
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.
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!
Saturday, June 14, 2014
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.
Time for what?
Where's the reward for our stunning perfection?