Where does he come up with this stuff?

This crazy horizontal spazz ballet?

Buzz has a daily lovefest celebration for snow and winter and being outside and being free.

He has a genius for happiness, this dog of mine, and it is a joy to watch.

The food lady has been writing

day and night, so today, all you get are pictures.

Shameless self promotion!

If you follow the link on the right to my etsy store, you'll find these dog-walking bags.

Designed to keep all your dog walking stuff together...poo bags, balls, extra leashes, a clip for keys. I use the front pocket just for "full" poo bags until I can find a trash bin.

They are $35 each with shipping.

The 10-foot Icicle

is not nearly as interesting as the orange squirrel that runs back and forth on the fence, up and down the tree.

It is a new America today. There is a lot of hope all around me, including at my feet, where Buzz hopes for cookies.


Yes, Buzz?
That was the alarm clock, no?
Yes, it was.
So we walk?
It is below zero out there, Buzz. It is so far below freezing I can't even express it. Let's just sleep in instead.
I am impervious. Walk! Walk!

This is what the non-impervious-lady must wear in this cold:

What astounds me is that Buzz still stops and smells things in the cold. What is there to smell? Isn't it all frozen?

And he still rolls around in the snow. So weird.

Speaking of weird, I love the random leg sticking up.

What could that be? Is someone coming?

No, Buzz, no one else is idiotic enough to come out in this weather.

There was a week in November where

everything was the biggest

and Buzz liked it.

Guess who isn't feeling so hot?

It's this guy. Buzz, A.K.A. Little Mr. Gonna-steal-bread-dough-and-eat-it!

Look closely: in addition to the sad face and dead eyes, there are drool bubbles on the baby's chin. : (

Sometimes, for a special treat, I bake my own bread. And normally I don't even give a second thought to Buzz being around the dough while it is rising, because he is very good about respecting human food. Probably because he's properly nourished (yay for raw feeding!), but also because I really do not like it when dogs beg or even watch humans eat, so he's always had very clear direction from me on this point; he ignores human food or he gets put in another room (worst punishment ever!) As such, you can sit next to Buzz on the couch and eat a sandwich. You can even set your food on the coffee table for a second and run to the bathroom. Buzz will leave it alone.

Well, not today. Today I was making rye bread. And Buzz couldn't resist. So, I go in the kitchen to see how the dough is doing and find that Buzz has knocked the pizza peel on the floor and has eaten all the dough.

Yeah. Not good. A pound of rising dough is now in my dog's stomach. That's gonna be a big problem very soon. A softball-sized ball of dough is gonna try to get to the size of a football in Buzz's tummy. Bad.

Time to induce vomiting. To induce vomiting in a dog, you put one teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide for each ten pounds of dog into their stomach (at 60 pounds, Buzz gets 2 tablespoons). You can use a turkey baster or syringe. I just poured the hydrogen into this little creamer, then tipped Buzz's head up and poured the stuff into his mouth.

Then, we went outside to wait for the hydogen peroxide to get all bubbly and gross feeling so that Buzz would ker-kakk. Well, he did. Like 5 times. It was a lot of dough. I shoveled the dough into the trash; made sure Buzz was done puking, then brought him inside. Now, Buzz looks like this.

Part of me feels sorry for the guy. Part of me is still craving fresh rye bread and knows she isn't going to get it! Gah!