Or else we’ll have to do inside-peanut-butter photos today.
What is this “peanut butter” you speak of?
Oh. OH! This is teh yum!
Please sir – err, ma’am, can I have some more?
Not to beat a dead horse or anything, but holy cow, are we ever sick of this rain. And by “we” I mean ME, because the dogs don’t care. There is not a single princess in this house, so all 32 paws are ready to get out there and churn up some mud every time they think I might possibly be entertaining the notion of potentially moving toward the front door. But *I* am so tired of hosing and toweling them off every time we come back inside … the other day it took me almost as long to clean them all as it did to exercise them. Madness! And we won’t discuss going behind them to wipe down the walls where they leave mud splatter, so matter how much I dry them off and scrub them … or the mountains of dog laundry I have to do every day. BC Hydro is probably going to call the police to come see my grow-op, my electricity bill is so high, thanks to the dryer. Why do I live in Vancouver again??
I guess the real question is: why do I have so many dogs if I insist on living in a rainforest?
AND DON’T YOU ALL START! You are no friends of mine, you are all HORRIBLE HORRIBLE enablers! I cannot keep Kieren. I just can’t. I can’t do him justice, training wise, as there is just not enough time in the day to work with another dog, even if he is practically already perfect. AGH!
The problem is, someone is going to adopt him, and do amazing agility things with him, and I will have to sit sadly on the sidelines in the bleachers with my mentally challenged Dexter spinning and barking in idiot circles at my knees while I RUE THE DAY, rue I say!!
I feel like you’re dissin’ me.
Plus, I will probably get stuck with Winter, as I cannot housebreak this little devil for love nor money. He’s pretty reliable when I am home, and I can leave him belly banded for a good 4 hours whilst I am out, but any longer than that and he soaks his diapers. We had ONE work day where I came home to a dry band and I was so flippin’ excited, but that was just the once. And peeps don’t like to adopt dogs that are not housebroken.
OTOH, he is so damn adorable I can’t stand it. I have been getting a little irritable with him lately because he can be really needy and gets all up in my business if I am trying to work with/cuddle/groom/speak to/look at another dog, and when he is concerned that I might be upset with him, he stands up on two legs and does Elvis Lip at me and wiggles. It’s like a “smile” but only one side of his lips go up, and every time he does it I melt like butter on a hot sidewalk.
And then I introduced him to peanut butter, and I about DIED from the cute. Seriously.
And THEN someone (who is despicable and evil) showed me this:
I mean OBVIOUSLY he needs this. Because he is Winter and he is coming reliably when called. The dang collar costs more than he did! But clearly I will need to scrounge together the cash to get it for him.
Why do terriers have to be so excellent anyway?
Piper does not think they are excellent. Piper does not think anything is excellent right now. I suck. Cones suck. XPens suck. Being locked up sucks. No-walks sucks. Therefore, she will be grumbly with me, she will break her cone, she will bust out of her XPen and walk around the house.
Clearly, she is already feeling loads better.
Her incision looks good and she is already growing hair back on her poor scalped leg. Stitches come out in a few days and we can start some light rehab soon. I have been letting her hang out with us if she promises to lay down quietly, because otherwise she complains in the XPen very loudly for long periods of time. She is not a model patient.
But she does love to be photographed eating peanut butter!
Oh peanut butter. You are so bad for us, but so so funny.
This photo makes me laff and laff … one bulging excited whale eye for the peanut butter, one scowling, suspicious eye glaring at Kieren for muscling in on his snack.
hahaha! Oh my.