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No good deed goes unpunished

July 3, 2010 By The Food Lady 40 Comments

Yesterday I brought home an extra 25lbs or so of border collie in an itty bitty 16″ package.  I did it in the name of rescue, not because I have a not-so-secret fondness for teeny tiny pointy border collie girlies.  I said IN THE NAME OF RESCUE!!  Stop looking at me like that!

Meet Miss Maggie The Wee, my newest foster dog.
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Maggie is just 7 months old and is so tiny she makes Piper look huge!!  She is supposed to be a border collie X Aussie, but I am only seeing border collie in this cutie.  She was given up by a family who loved her very much and was just devastated to part with her, but there was trouble brewin’ between Maggie and the older pug in the household.  Two bitches sometimes don’t mix, and before it escalated, they did the smart, brave and thoughtful thing, and removed Maggie from the situation.  It’s a real shame, because they loved Maggie and they did a fantastic job putting great foundation work on her.

Here in my house, there are no problems between Maggie and the other dogs. She respects Piper mightily (as any smart dog would) and does not challenge her authority.  She is doing very well with all the other dogs.

Well, *almost* all the other dogs…

TWooie could simply not believe I’d brought home a strange dog.
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And he is not shy about making his feelings known. What a curmudgeon.

Get off my lawn!
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If Face Box Lady wasn’t watching us, I would so be kicking your ass right now.  She is watching right?  Yep, she’s watching.  Dammit.
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This is a little out of focus, but pretty much sums up TWooie’s feelings about Maggie:
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He has never made contact – lots of air snapping and ugly faces, but he’s just trying to scare her away.  (If it worked, and if he could, he’d probably send Dexter with her).

As you can see by this startling photographic evidence, the experience of TWooie has really scarred and traumatized poor Maggie.
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I hate you for bringing her into my life.  Karma will get you.  I hope your car blows up.
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Ha ha ha!  That’s funny, cuz it’s true.
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Shut UP, Wootie!  It’s NOT funny because it IS true :(

On the way home from picking up L’il Miss Maggins, my car did indeed blow up – emotionally anyway.  It didn’t catch on fire or anything, but it started going “thunkity thunkity thunkity” and we lost most of the gas pressure, and verged on stalling until I coaxed the POS Pontiac into a Canadian Tire parking lot, where they were most unhelpful.  Apparently, while they are vehicle mechanics at Canadian Tire, they are not the kind of mechanics that work on vehicle engines.

I’ll spare you the whole sad story, of the towing to the garage that is closed on weekends and the nice tow truck driver who took pity on me and Mags and dropped us off at home after dropping off the car at the closed mechanics, but only because if I type it out, I may weep.  I never much cared for that POS minivan, but it gets me and 5-6 dogs from A-B. Make that it GOT me from A-B.  Now it’s just sitting there, dead as a doornail, with an ominous & expensive sounding initial diagnosis of “busted cylinder.”  It has 6 of them, I don’t see why the other 5 couldn’t compensate for the busted one.  Harumph.  The f*cker isn’t even paid off yet :(

The only bright spot in this whole sordid tale is that I fortuitously left all my other dogs at home when I went to pick up Maggie.  This is unusual, as in cool weather I tend to bring them everywhere with me.  I am guessing that the tow truck guy would not have been so accommodating had there been SIX dogs to get home.

The other bright spot is that it didn’t die until after the photo shoots I had this past week.  And they were all tons of fun, so I am super glad about that!

Yesterday I got to photograph Molly, Fletcher and Chico at East Beach
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They are all rescued agility dogs, and they are more fun than a barrel of monkeys!
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I also got to spend some time at MacDonald Beach with Nutmeg and Spratley, the dastardly duo.
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They made me laugh a lot!  And it’s nice to see Mad Teeth™ on dogs other than my own ;-)
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And then there was a session in East Van with Mingus, the 14 year old French Bulldog.

He didn’t have any fun at all.
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Just kidding!  Mingus is *adorable* and now I want a Frenchie.  You gotta love a dog with a head like a bowling ball.
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I do so love taking photos of other people’s dogs – it is always so very much fun, and such a pick-me-up!  I just wish I did more of it, because it would be an awesome way to make my living full time.

To that end – or more correctly, to the end of trying to scrape together the money to pay my car repair bill (which judging from the sour looking face of no less than 3 mechanically inclined individuals who listened to the Thunkity-thunkity noises, is going to be princely) I’m going to offer a bit of a promotion to entice those of you who have been toying with the idea of photos but have not gotten around to booking – for the month of July, if you book a shoot with me and refer a friend who also books, you’ll get 10% off the cost of your session.  Refer 5 friends who book and you’ll get 50% off the cost of your session!  Refer 10 and your session is free!  Etc. I know I sound like a cheezy car salesman (sorry Joe*) but I really need my car back … I live in the middle of nowhere, people – there is not even transit around here.  I can’t even walk to the store to get a container of milk, should I need some.  You see my problem, yes?  So please, if you’ve been procrastinating, book now!  I hear summer arrives next week!

*I apologize to Joe, who *IS* a car salesman, because he kindly lent me his car for the weekend so I could run some errands and the like.  I am momentarily driving this Ford Escape, which has a possessed radio station that keeps switching itself back to a country music station.
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That’s just cruel.

Told you.  Karma’s a bitch.
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And _you_ are super lucky Food Lady is still watching.
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Fortunately, being a complete jerk doesn’t necessarily run in the WooTWoo genetics, because Mr. Woo is much more welcoming.  In fact, he is very fond of Waggie Maggie.
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They’ve been having a great time wrestling and playing.
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Until the Fun Police came along and put an end to their shenanigans.
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As for Dexter, Maggie has awakened his Inner Testicles.  I had to break up a live sex show in my living room last night.  There’s another reason I need my car back – Miss Maggie needs to go get spayed before Dexter impregnates her with GIANT MUTANT GIRAFFE PUPPY babies!

(never fear, Maggie is *not* in season and I won’t let anything like that happen, ever.  She does need to be spayed though).

Oh great, another pointy, fast, black and white dog to further decrease my chances of ever getting the Wootie Toy™ first.  Phooey.
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It’s tough being Tweed.  Nobody tell him we may not have a car to get to class this week either!

Filed Under: Nowhere Particular Tagged With: big air photography, dog beach, french bulldog, mad teeth, Mr. Woo, rescue dogs, Tweed, TWooie

Flamboyances In Love

March 7, 2009 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

I can’t even tell where one stops and the other begins.

Meet Mr. Woo’s latest lady friend, Chloe.

Chloe comes to TDBCR by way of a shelter in the BC Interior, where she had been adopted and returned 3 times since she was a puppy. Or make that, since she was a wee puppy, as at 15 months Chloe is still pretty much just a big puppy.

She is a very pretty girl who is reportedly of a Border Collie Mama and a Shetland Sheepdog Daddy. We aren’t really seeing the sheltie at all though. She is a real sweetheart of a dog – trainable, good natured and athletic, and she will be up for adoption through TDBCR shortly. She is being fostered by Dove of Happy Dogs.

If I could have another dog I would snap her up in a heartbeat, if only to make Mr. Noodles beyond happy. He wuvs her.

They speak the same (body) language.

They both love to dance.

Although Mr. Woo doesn’t really like her stealing his limelight.

Get.Out.Of.MYSHOTCHLOE!!

And they both ate my hamster.

KIDDING KIDDING! YEESH.

Piper was miffed.

What the f*ck is that beeyotch doing with my man?

No worries Piper. Wootie stills loves you too.

Hey baby, gimme some Mad Teeth ™. Oh yeah, you know what I like.

Mr. Woo loves ALL da ladies in da hoooow-oose.

Phwoar. That was some good Mad Teeth(tm)


Hello, can you help me? I’m lost. I don’t belong in this blog entry at all.

Tweed was confused (shocking, I know). Because Parker and Harriet are staying with Auntie Dove at the mo while Auntie Jackie (Ed. note: beeyotchfromhell) is in Belize.

So while there Jackie dogs, there were no fabulous Jackie bum scritchin’s to be had.

I’ll just sit here and wait for someone to scritch my heiney.

la la la. Just sittin’ here, waiting for scritches.
Poor Tweed.

I can has forever home now please?

Don’t forget to check out some of the other fabulous dogs we have for adoption at TDBCR!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: french bulldog, Mr. Woo, Parker and Harriet, Piper, Tweed

GAWD This Is Boring

September 8, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

When is she going to stop taking our photos? Stupid Food Lady.

GRAAAARRRRWWW!! STOP IT.
(Please note the drool! So classy, right?)

Okay, so you know how sometimes while chasing the Wootie Toy, Woo falls down? And it’s really funny?

Today Tweed fell down.

Still really funny.

It’s okay. He shook it off.

Ever had a Potato hitch a ride while you’re swimming in the ocean?

If I had a dog this awesome, I’d name him something great like “Potato” as well.

He was so awesome Sport didn’t even try to eat him.

So he could nap on the deck with a clear conscience.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: dog beach, french bulldog, Mr. Woo, Sport, Tweed

Still Life With Eviscerated Stuffie

March 16, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

I don’t even know what this used to be.

So they can’t all be dogs-in-hats blog entries. This post is a random sampling of several days worth of pictures.

Yesterday we went back to Secret Doggie Heaven for a walk.

… made a new friend called Chase (Piper thought he was very attractive. Then again, so did Tweed)

… ate some dead stuff.

…and Jenn performed for us a little tree-blessing dance peculiar to the native dogs of her municipality

Jeezus! Dusty! Leave poor Wootie alone!

The we came home. Tweed plotted ways he could bite Donut without me noticing. He pretends like he’s not going to do it, but he totally does it. Donut knows it too.

The day before yesterday we went to the beach.

We made some friends there too. Like this little Hussy.
No, for real. That’s her name … Hussy.

And then there was Stella, and her mini-m … err, same-size me.

And then there was the white pittie whom I didn’t get a photo of because she wouldn’t sit for me. And her owner said “I trained her in French, so no one else could give her commands.”

Yeah. Cuz he’s the ONLY person in the world who speaks French. Although I did say “assis” and “coucher” and “even “parlez-vous francais?” to her and she didn’t respond to any of that either, so I guess he did a really good job making sure she didn’t respond to commands…in any language

Jeezus! Dusty! Leave poor Wootie alone!

Woo says even though there are no dogs-in-hats in this entry, it can still be silly:


Recently I was missing my Briggs dog, and I started this thread on a border collie community board I’ve been involved with for many years. It was very cathartic to not be alone in missing a great friend. Please hug your canine companion today, for me, and remember to appreciate him or her.

I also started a Flickr group for Immortal Dogs; those special dogs we have loved and lost. Feel free to join and add photos of your immortal dog.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: boston terrier, briggs, dog beach, french bulldog, Jenn and Luna, Mr. Woo, Piper, red dog, Tweed

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