February 12, 2008
Takin' It Up a Notch
It's been kind of boring around here lately. Uh, yeah, Woof!
It looked like Bella may have needed surgery, but then we discovered she didn't. So now she's gone and ripped out one of her toenails. Does anyone else think this is ridiculous?
I think Bella should start her own blog. She can call it:
Dogonnit!
The Perpetually Injured K9
O.
It looked like Bella may have needed surgery, but then we discovered she didn't. So now she's gone and ripped out one of her toenails. Does anyone else think this is ridiculous?
I think Bella should start her own blog. She can call it:
Dogonnit!
The Perpetually Injured K9
O.
February 11, 2008
Good News
I don't have to have surgery! I don't have to have surgery! La la la la la la. Woof! Woof!
I told Dad I was fine. And I was right. Bring on the rabbits!
B.
I told Dad I was fine. And I was right. Bring on the rabbits!
B.
February 7, 2008
Moving Back to Normal
I spent Wednesday in the crate for getting a little frisky with the photo album, but who cares; I'm running again. I knew Dad would cave when I showed him how serious I was about wanting to run. I'm not limping so the leash isn't necessary.
He let me romp around yesterday evening, and then again this morning AND evening. I'm doing fiiine.
Dad is so predictable. It's funny. He thought letting me run yesterday evening would be enough, but when I'm hopped up on the smell of rabbits, I want 'em. I can't sit still. And what's a dog to do when she's feeling frisky? Fix lunch again.
I was careful not to touch anything else, just the photo album. And the tissues too. It's important to me that he knows I want to return to our normal routine soon. NOW!
B.
He let me romp around yesterday evening, and then again this morning AND evening. I'm doing fiiine.
Dad is so predictable. It's funny. He thought letting me run yesterday evening would be enough, but when I'm hopped up on the smell of rabbits, I want 'em. I can't sit still. And what's a dog to do when she's feeling frisky? Fix lunch again.
I was careful not to touch anything else, just the photo album. And the tissues too. It's important to me that he knows I want to return to our normal routine soon. NOW!
B.
February 5, 2008
Stir Crazy
I warned her. "Don't chew that," I woofed. "Don't dip your nose into the trash can either. Dad's going to know it's you."
Did she listen? No.
Did she get what she wanted? No.
Did she make things worse? Yes.
We're going to be packed in stir for the rest of the week. I can feel it coming. Then when Dad does let her run this weekend, she's going to tear her ligament in half. Oh well. Sisters forever.
O.
Did she listen? No.
Did she get what she wanted? No.
Did she make things worse? Yes.
We're going to be packed in stir for the rest of the week. I can feel it coming. Then when Dad does let her run this weekend, she's going to tear her ligament in half. Oh well. Sisters forever.
O.
You Want More of This
If you don't want more of this DAD, then you better let me chase some rabbits. My leg feels fine. I'm not limping. I'm not faking anything. I'm not in pain. Let me run. It's been five days already. You're making me crazy with this leash walking. Lemme go already.
B.
February 3, 2008
Glamour Shots
Our post-grooming glamour shots. The photographer doesn't know a thing about lighting, but our beauty still shines through.
Orsa
Bella
Orsa
BellaI Feel Fine
How long will this go on? Rabbits, rabbits, everywhere. I can smell 'em. But the leash . . . Aaah!
Come on Dad. Do I look like I'm in pain? I'm not limping. Everything's gonna be fine. Let me run.
B.
Come on Dad. Do I look like I'm in pain? I'm not limping. Everything's gonna be fine. Let me run.
B.
February 2, 2008
It's Fun to Run
Orsa got to run today. I didn't. I sooo wanted to though. I don't care about the pain in my knee when there's rabbits to be had. I don't understand what's going on yet, but I trust Dad.
B.
B.
February 1, 2008
Anterior Inconvenience Ligament
Bella is hurt again. Which means I'm going to put on weight.
If she can't run and play, I can't run and play. When she's restricted to walks on the leash, I'm walked on the leash. It's going to be a long two to three months. That's how long the whole process from initial consult to full recovery is going to take. What's an anterior cruciate ligament anywoof?
And on top of the anterior inconvenience ligament thingy, tomorrow we visit the groomers. Ugh!
What's wrong with having dreads on my belly?
O.
If she can't run and play, I can't run and play. When she's restricted to walks on the leash, I'm walked on the leash. It's going to be a long two to three months. That's how long the whole process from initial consult to full recovery is going to take. What's an anterior cruciate ligament anywoof?
And on top of the anterior inconvenience ligament thingy, tomorrow we visit the groomers. Ugh!
What's wrong with having dreads on my belly?
O.
December 7, 2007
'Nuff Said
'Nuff said? We think not.
It is incumbent upon us, the literary geniuses of dogLOG, to inform you that
"We're smarter than Dad is. We're smarter than Dad is. Nanny nanny boo boo."Ahem. 'Nuff said.
Bella and Orsa
November 12, 2007
November 10, 2007
November 5, 2007
Fetch and Flies
I had a great weekend! The weather was beautiful - just perfect for rolling around in the grass and yawning and stretching out under the sun. And Dad seemed to agree.
Although he didn't join me in the rollin', yawnin' and stretchin', he did play fetch with me several times each day. He seemed to have found his inner dog. He wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere or do anything. It was a growlin' good time. Then today came.
The temperature dropped, and darkness was upon us before Dad got home, which means fetch is usually out the window. But fortunately the field we play in has some street lights lighting things up. They give Dad confidence that I'll find the ball when he throws it; otherwise he won't bother throwin' it at all.
So, we had an abbreviated fetch session tonight, which is better than no session, and Bella spent the whole time doing her best imitation of a cow - grazing on grass and swattin' her tail back and forth to keep the flies off her backside, even though there were no flies around.
O.
Although he didn't join me in the rollin', yawnin' and stretchin', he did play fetch with me several times each day. He seemed to have found his inner dog. He wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere or do anything. It was a growlin' good time. Then today came.
The temperature dropped, and darkness was upon us before Dad got home, which means fetch is usually out the window. But fortunately the field we play in has some street lights lighting things up. They give Dad confidence that I'll find the ball when he throws it; otherwise he won't bother throwin' it at all.
So, we had an abbreviated fetch session tonight, which is better than no session, and Bella spent the whole time doing her best imitation of a cow - grazing on grass and swattin' her tail back and forth to keep the flies off her backside, even though there were no flies around.
O.
October 31, 2007
HOWL-o-ween Horror
Gasp! I did it. I finally ate some asparagus. And the part I'm having the most difficulty with is that I did a trick for the treat. Scary!
I'm not sure why I took the stalk. I've turned the offer down hundreds of times before, even when I've been ravenous. And this morning, it wasn't just once. It was twice. I ate two stalks.
What am I becoming?
O.
I'm not sure why I took the stalk. I've turned the offer down hundreds of times before, even when I've been ravenous. And this morning, it wasn't just once. It was twice. I ate two stalks.
What am I becoming?
O.
October 30, 2007
Crazy Dream
Check out the crazy dream Dad had.
He sure worries a lot. Doesn't he know I can take care of myself.
B.
He sure worries a lot. Doesn't he know I can take care of myself.
B.
October 24, 2007
The Neighborhood
We've lived on Dogbar Court for two months now and have made the acquaintance of several neighbors.
Jack lives behind us. He's a chocolate lab doofus - very young and dumb if you ask me. "Duh! Which way do I go? Which way do I go?"
Macy lives directly across the street. She's a little toy poodle thing who thinks she owns the neighborhood, but me and Bella are helping her redefine that assumption - not that we need to be in charge, but little dogs with large attitudes can be so annoying. Actually, she's not so bad. She just has to temper her excitement a bit.
Four or five houses down from Macy is Cletus and his new brother Husker. They're basset hounds, and Uncle Cletus - that's what I like to call him - brays like a ship lost in the fog. And the bass he broadcasts with shakes my insides like popcorn. I hope young Husker, 12 weeks old, isn't like that when he grows up.
Husker arrived two days ago. I gave him a quick sniff, nothing too close because I wanted to get on with fetch, but he seemed alright. We'll see how he develops.
O.
Jack lives behind us. He's a chocolate lab doofus - very young and dumb if you ask me. "Duh! Which way do I go? Which way do I go?"
Macy lives directly across the street. She's a little toy poodle thing who thinks she owns the neighborhood, but me and Bella are helping her redefine that assumption - not that we need to be in charge, but little dogs with large attitudes can be so annoying. Actually, she's not so bad. She just has to temper her excitement a bit.
Four or five houses down from Macy is Cletus and his new brother Husker. They're basset hounds, and Uncle Cletus - that's what I like to call him - brays like a ship lost in the fog. And the bass he broadcasts with shakes my insides like popcorn. I hope young Husker, 12 weeks old, isn't like that when he grows up.
Husker arrived two days ago. I gave him a quick sniff, nothing too close because I wanted to get on with fetch, but he seemed alright. We'll see how he develops.
O.
October 22, 2007
Snow!
Snow! Snow! Snow! Winter is here even if the calendar doesn't think so. Six inches of snow fell yesterday, and me and Bella got to run and roll in it a few times throughout the day. It wasn't for as long as I would've liked, but Dad wasn't prepared for the cold. He never handles the first snap too well.
This morning's temperature was an invigorating 26 degrees - Ruff! - but by the time Dad got home from work it had climbed into the high 40s. If it's colder than that I notice a significant drop in fetch time, which happens to be a lot harder with snow on the ground. The ball gets swallowed with a Whumpf!, and I can't ever find it. I try, but Dad gives up too soon. I'd get more time if he wore a coat.
O.
This morning's temperature was an invigorating 26 degrees - Ruff! - but by the time Dad got home from work it had climbed into the high 40s. If it's colder than that I notice a significant drop in fetch time, which happens to be a lot harder with snow on the ground. The ball gets swallowed with a Whumpf!, and I can't ever find it. I try, but Dad gives up too soon. I'd get more time if he wore a coat.
O.
October 18, 2007
Asparagusting!
She eats asparagus in addition to barkccoli. That's disgusting, in an asparagusting way! Now her pee is gonna smell, and who does that affect? Me.
Why we continue to sniff each other after almost six years of living together, I don't know, but we do. Good grief!
O.
Why we continue to sniff each other after almost six years of living together, I don't know, but we do. Good grief!
O.
October 13, 2007
Coming Home
There's nothing better than the greeting Dad gives us when he comes home after a trip. Jumping up and down and twisting in circles while telling Bella to "Gitcher bone! Gitcher bone!" It's something uniquely and weirdly Dad, and I love him so much for it. I can tell he missed us a lot the past few days in Chicago.
O.
O.
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