he’s not as angelic as this picture might suggest

Just sayin’…

It’s a dog’s life

obey the bernese mountain dog

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the Wonder Dog says hi

Our neighbors gave us this framed photo for Christmas… a picture of the Wonder Dog, photographed from their yard. He spends an inordinate amount of his outdoors time here, peering longingly through a break in the fence, hoping for a glimpse of his dog friend next door.

Glad they captured it!

a very poor dog

a very poor dog, originally uploaded by kellypuffs.

The Wonder Dog has been worrying his paw for a week or so now, in his best Androcles and the Lion imitation, but unlike Aesop’s lion, he wouldn’t let us look at it.

So off to the vet he went. He should be feeling much better soon, but for now, he’s one very sorry dog sporting a very rakish orange vet wrapped leg and facing the specter of the Cone of Humiliation if he can’t leave it alone.

And you KNOW there will be pictures if that needs to be deployed.

Poor, poor Dog.

HE’S happy, anyway

at least someone’s enjoying our March snowstorm, originally uploaded by kellypuffs.

The snowdrops might be out in Norfolk, but here it’s still just …

more snow.

friday, february 13, 2009

It’s Friday the 13th.

Who cares? It’s a silly superstition anyway. And now that it’s associated with several lovely gore-fest movies, I like it even LESS. Mail me the ants.

It’s the day before Valentine’s Day.

Another silly commercial holiday. I changed my masthead to a virulent pink one in honor of VD, and couldn’t even stand it long enough to stay up through the big day. I like Anti-Valentines, though.

ButbutbutBUT… this particular day is a Very Important Day.

It’s the Wonder Dog‘s birthday!

He’s three. Which we believe is the legal drinking age for dogs. He got a carrot and a new squeaky toy.

Happy Birthday, Dogbreath!

he’s on a mission

shoe thief – a clue, originally uploaded by kellypuffs.

Our dog is strange.

He has many strangenesses.

But perhaps the strangest of his strangenesses, the most quirky and perplexing of all. is his need to separate pairs of shoes, resulting in the universal act of the shoe hunt, whenever anyone needs to leave the house.

He doesn’t eat them, or chew on them, or even pay the least bit of attention to them, once they’ve been neutralized.

I can only imagine the workings of his little pea brain. Pairs of shoes are the devil’s work. And they must be separated. Stealthily. Sneakily. When no one is looking. But as soon as possible. Otherwise, who KNOWS what mischief they might get up to, left to their own devices. Together. In pairs. Plotting mayhem. Possibly in cahoots with other pairs of shoes… or the Illuminati. Who knows?

The Wonder Dog knows.

And it’s his life work to save us from the calamitous possibilities.

Here he is, pretending to be an innocent bystander, all the while on constant guard to save us from the nefarious schemes of my Rocket Dogs and my Becky Bones.

“Who, me? I’ve never seen those shoes before in my LIFE”

Thank you, Wonder Dog. I can sleep safely in my bed tonight, knowing you are on the job.

xxxxx

snow angels

Bodie making snow angels, originally uploaded by kellypuffs.

Bodie making snow angels.

We did NOT call “unsportsmanlike conduct” nor did we levy a fine.

THIS time.

photo courtesy of Bob, taken on her iPhone

I shall call him George

Catching up on my blog reading this morning, I read that Lulu over at Earwig Sandwich has a couple of new barn (or pigeonnier) cats that she needs to find names for. She’s considering Brian and Janet. I would like to suggest a small change … to Brad and Janet.

We’ve had mixed results naming our pets.

First of all, for a group of relatively creative people, we usually fall spectacularly on our faces when naming our pets, either choosing something incredibly banal and commonplace that we are embarassed to admit to or something so obscure or convoluted that we find ourselves recording FALSE pet names at the veterinarian for their Records, just to avoid ridicule or stoopid questions.

Case in point: the late, great Snuggle Muffin Bunny Princess.

She was the Boy’s cat. He picked her out when he was 3. Needless to say, he did NOT contribute to the naming… but neither was it original. We knew someone who once had a cat named Snuggle Muffin Bunny Princess, which we thought was an AWESOME name for a cat, and there you go.

Snuggle Muffin Bunny Princess is quite a mouthful to articulate on a daily basis, and I am incredibly lazy, so she ended up with a pet pet name (*snort*) of Schnugs.

Then there was Hordak, a huge orange tabby cat with Maine coon cat pretensions, who was named for a character in the cartoon “He-Man, Masters of the Universe“. You can see that the Boy had a hand in that one. Hordak was named Flashlight for a short regrettable period of time, before we landed on Hordak.

The Girl got her own cat too, when she was three. She named it Kitty-kitty. Original, huh?

The Kitten, who is no longer a kitten, is really named Squishy, from Finding Nemo, but I don’t think we’ve called her that more than 5 times in her life. She’s The Kitten.

The Wonder Dog’s real name is Bodie, after a high-school classmate. Mine, not his. I just always wanted a dog named Bodie, OK? However, we usually call him Dog (not THE Dog, just Dog), Dogbreath or ShitForBrains.

So, on second thought, perhaps I shouldn’t be providing pet name advice to others.

Forget I said anything.