What a weird time of year. When I was a kid, it meant a post-Christmas let down of adrenaline. When I was a young person, it meant planning for a knock ’em out New Years Eve. Now I’m old and it just means we’re getting dangerously close to another year older I’m going to be. Boooooo.
It means my doggies get older too. Mr. Woo, the perpetual puppy, appears to have developed arthritis or something in his hip. Seriously? Is he going to get a walker next and yell at kids for treading on his lawn?
Don’t touch my Wootie Stick, got-damn whippersnappers.
He goes to see Dr. Bowra on Monday to see what’s what and how we can fix ‘im up.
This is my brother. You will fix him, or I will fix YOU.
(why does Wootie ALWAYS have his lipstick out in sitting photos??)
I get to use all my saved pennies for a new lens on Wootie’s hip or whatever (you can see him sitting funny on his left there, if you can take your eyes off his, er, “little Woo.”) Which means you’ll just have to put up with crappy photos that aren’t always in focus for a while longer :(
Although it can still catch Ender being BAD!
No wonder nobody likes him! He also does this to ME when he is really excited too – also in the ass. I’ve had him almost a year, and I’m no closer to really liking him than I was when I got him. I think maybe sighthounds are just not the breed type for me. I feel terribly guilty at the thought of rehoming him, like I’ve failed … but he might be happier if he lived with someone who didn’t, you know, loathe him. He drives me bananas. I read all these Italian Greyhound forums where people describe their iggies’ behaviours and they all sound like Ender, and everyone seems to be really amused by these antics, all of which make me want to punch him to death and use his skinny little backbone as a toothpick.
I HATE the peeing. He has to pee every 9 seconds, and pretty much only when I’ve gotten comfortable in a chair somewhere, of course. Which ticks me off, so now he has decided to stop asking and just pee wherever. he wears a belly band all the time and doesn’t care if he pisses in it. And he sleeps all nested in my bed clothes, which means they frequently smell faintly of Ender pee, because no belly band in the world can completely contain the odour (and believe me, I have tried them all. Expensively).
He’s not cuddly because he’s all legs and elbows which are usually kicking me in the face. He is selectively deaf and has the retention abilities of a goldfish. The only time I really like him is when he is running freely somewhere contained (ie where he can’t go yodel at recent immigrants on the road) as he looks so happy and free. Maybe I’ll set him free in a forest somewhere.
Unfortunately he is really fast, so he’d probably just run back home and beat me to the front door.
Dexter’s a fast one too. Fast enough to roll thoroughly in a dead salmon before I could catch him. On Christmas morning. Merry Christmas to me. And to poor Mr. Woo, whom I yelled at initially based purely on instinct and experience when I first whiffed the smell of rotting fish going trotting past me.
(He got a bath for Christmas, which he immediately ruined by getting as muddy as he could)
It’s like the dog-owner version of coal in the stocking. Bah dumdog!
Unfairly accused, bad hip and all, Wootie doesn’t let nuthin’ get him down. He’s still a world explorer (ie hunter of strangely-landed thrown hockey balls).
So for Christmas I got a broken Wootie, and a dead-fish Dexter. Oh and non stop photos on Facebook of my parents in sunny Mexico. Best gifts ever, huh?
Fortunately, I have this :)
She is too damn cute. I was trying to strip the bedclothes today (because Eau du Ender Pee) and she was up there tugging the sheets back as I tried to take them off the bed, and growling ferociously in tiny little voice. She makes me laff and laff and laff some more.
Even if she also won’t share her Fae-Stick.
Anyway, that’s all the photos I managed to get today, thank you lens. I’m back to work tomorrow and as usual, working New Years Day, so I won’t be likely to post again before then … so, Happy New Year friends! New adventures, new stories and hopefully, new in-focus photos ;-)
Looking forward to it! Spring is looking forward – er, sideways, at something else altogether.
ETA: I forgot the worst part … I have to FAST Wootie in case he has to have sedated x-rays. If you never see another post, it’s because he ate me.