Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Max and the French Fry
Ruby had to go to the vet a few days ago to get her teeth cleaned. For anyone who isn't familiar with doggie dental hygiene practices, they have to put your dog to sleep in order to clean their teeth. Needless to say, Ruby came home stoned, I took pictures, and those will be posted at a later date.
The big news for today is that even in her extremely drugged up state, she managed to eat a french fry.
On the way home from the dentist, my dad stopped for lunch, and saved some french fries for Max and Ruby. Once he got Ruby home, and she'd slept off enough of the anesthesia to stop drooling in her sleep, she received a french fry for being so brave.
Max, who was thrilled to have Ruby home, was prancing around the room with his new favorite toy in his mouth, a large red stuffed lobster. My sister found it at Costco and insisted Max would adore the lobster. And she was right, he loved that thing right up to the day he finally tore it into enough tiny pieces to extract the squeaker from inside.
But, at this point, the lobster was still very much intact and in Max's mouth. After giving Ruby a french fry, my dad held one out to Max.
Max toddled over to the french fry and stopped. He started at the french fry. He stared at my dad. He reached forward and sniffed the french fry with his nose. His eyes flicked down to the lobster hanging from his mouth. He began to wag his tail enthusiastically and prance back and forth, looking from the french fry, to my dad, to his lobster.
It was at this point my dad realized Max was trying to figure out how to eat the french fry, but knew this would be impossible while his lobster was still in his mouth. This continued for a little while longer as Max racked his brains trying to figure out how to eat the french fry while keeping his jaws firmly locked around his lobster.
The brain hemorrhage that probably would have resulted from much more of this mental strain was prevented only when my dad reached out and gently took the lobster from Max's mouth and held it as he ate his french fry.
With his delicious treat successfully snacked, Max retrieved his lobster from my dad and went to comfort Ruby who had once again passed out on the living room floor, undoubtedly dreaming magical dreams of dancing lobsters juggling potatoes.
The big news for today is that even in her extremely drugged up state, she managed to eat a french fry.
On the way home from the dentist, my dad stopped for lunch, and saved some french fries for Max and Ruby. Once he got Ruby home, and she'd slept off enough of the anesthesia to stop drooling in her sleep, she received a french fry for being so brave.
Max, who was thrilled to have Ruby home, was prancing around the room with his new favorite toy in his mouth, a large red stuffed lobster. My sister found it at Costco and insisted Max would adore the lobster. And she was right, he loved that thing right up to the day he finally tore it into enough tiny pieces to extract the squeaker from inside.
But, at this point, the lobster was still very much intact and in Max's mouth. After giving Ruby a french fry, my dad held one out to Max.
Max toddled over to the french fry and stopped. He started at the french fry. He stared at my dad. He reached forward and sniffed the french fry with his nose. His eyes flicked down to the lobster hanging from his mouth. He began to wag his tail enthusiastically and prance back and forth, looking from the french fry, to my dad, to his lobster.
It was at this point my dad realized Max was trying to figure out how to eat the french fry, but knew this would be impossible while his lobster was still in his mouth. This continued for a little while longer as Max racked his brains trying to figure out how to eat the french fry while keeping his jaws firmly locked around his lobster.
The brain hemorrhage that probably would have resulted from much more of this mental strain was prevented only when my dad reached out and gently took the lobster from Max's mouth and held it as he ate his french fry.
With his delicious treat successfully snacked, Max retrieved his lobster from my dad and went to comfort Ruby who had once again passed out on the living room floor, undoubtedly dreaming magical dreams of dancing lobsters juggling potatoes.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Funniest Picture Ever
Yesterday I found out my blog is featured on a pet blog carnival!
http://petsnthingsonline.com/2011/02/23/pet-writers-gathering-blog-carnival/
Exciting stuff, right?
So I'm bounding down the stairs to share the news with Max. When I dashed into the living room to share the news, I found him asleep.
I was momentarily disappointed until I took a good look at the way he was sleeping. That is when I took what might be the funniest picture of Max I have ever taken.
The best thing about this picture is the way it looks when you turn it upside-down.
Pretty happy guy!
So, what do you think, is it the funniest picture of Max yet?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The last day of Love Week!
This is it! I did it, an entire week posting every day. So my loyal readers, what do I have for you on this momentous occasion?
Well my friends, here is a little documentary I filmed on what I imagine it would be like to be chased by a bear. A bear that was then distracted by your small blonde friend and then ate him instead.
Love love love to my readers!
Monday, February 21, 2011
I love - Snow Days!
Not that I had one today. I didn't. But I do love them!
Last time I had a snow day, I curled up in front of the fire with my blankey
and then I got my hair done and watched some tv.
It was a pretty good day.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I love - celebrity guest stars!
I can't believe I've made it to day 5 of Love Week and am actually still posting!
So, apparently the Westminster Dog Show happened and I was totally unaware. You would think the writer of a dog-blog would pay a little more attention to the goings on of the doggie world, but I guess I had other things to do that day.
So imagine my surprise when I found out from a coworker that history was made when a underdog (HA!) from our own Minneapolis won best in show! Now, I'm no dog show expert, but I have surmised from the way this photo of our lovely Hickory is plastered all over the Westminster website, that best in show is a very big deal. The superbowl of dogs, basically.
Check out all the trophies! Not to mention her excellent posture.
After perusing the website, a thought occurred to me....how have I not entered my dogs in a dog show?
So listen up Westminster Kennel Club! I am officially submitting my lovely pups to the 2012 extravaganza. There are going to be some new bitches in town! (I'm only using that word in reference to how puppy gender is referred to in the dog show biz. Female = Bitch. Male = Dog. Who knew!?)
My first submission will be in the working class category. Ladies and gentlemen, introducing
Hindleborn's Rubified Hot Pants!
Breed: Newfoundland
Sex: A whole lot of lady
AKC: DF 213049829
Date of Birth: April 15, 2007
Breeder: Katz McGee
Sire: Bullion Bill Bronco
Dam: Gem of the Sahara
Owner: Yours Truly
For my next submission, I would like to introduce, in his showcase debut:
Maximus Twinkle Toes the Great
Breed: Golden Retriever
Sex: ...we'll get back to you on that
AKC: HM 2340939835
Date of Birth: April 1, 2008
Breeder: S. Bean
Sire: Liberace's Pink Slippers
Dam: Poodlepom of Pompeii
Owner: Yours Truly
Bring it on, Hickory!
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