Showing posts with label dog blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog blog. Show all posts
Happy Indy Day!
It is a perfect day for photos so Buzz and I decided to celebrate our bad British-American selves by taking a picture together. Well, actually, I decided.
Buzz was not cooperating. He wanted to play with his ball.
And watch squirrels (an activity I find boring!)
So I amused myself by trying to imitate him.
Some takes were better than others.
His expressions are quicksilver.
So sometimes I was a little off.
And sometimes I was dead on.
Then he seemed to realize I might want something.
Yes, Buzz, look at the camera and smile!
Happy Independence Day Americanos! Happy Saturday to the rest of you!
Buzz was not cooperating. He wanted to play with his ball.
And watch squirrels (an activity I find boring!)
So I amused myself by trying to imitate him.
Some takes were better than others.
His expressions are quicksilver.
So sometimes I was a little off.
And sometimes I was dead on.
Then he seemed to realize I might want something.
Yes, Buzz, look at the camera and smile!
Happy Independence Day Americanos! Happy Saturday to the rest of you!
Operation Kiddie Pool
Phase 1 is complete!
I have a pool.
Cost was $0 as a neighbor was giving it away!
Now I just need a hose.
:::yawn::: "Where's the wet stuff?"
In other news, Tessa is cute.
Really, really cute!
I have a pool.
Cost was $0 as a neighbor was giving it away!
Now I just need a hose.
:::yawn::: "Where's the wet stuff?"
In other news, Tessa is cute.
Really, really cute!
Beers in the Backyard
Ah yes, spring has sprung. While I love winter, when it leaves me I get over it pretty quickly. Because there are many things to enjoy about the next guy. This spring character.
Better light to fill Buzz’s beautiful brown eyes.
Birds that chirp all day.
The ability to feel my face after walking the dog.
Good stuff.
In the winter, letting the dog out and playing with him a bit each evening can feel very choresome (that is probably not a word, but I don’t care). In the spring, going in the yard with the dog is awesome.
Because I take a beer with me.
And sit in the sunshine.
And Buzz just plays with his soccer ball and his sticks.
And then he comes over and sits by me and smiles.
He gets muddy maybe, but it is worth it.
For the sun and the beer and the birds.
Sometimes, we even have company for the evening unwinding. Tessa loves to come and play with Buzz.
Hi Tessa!
Can you wear my dog out for me?
Brilliant!
Tessa seems to learn a lot by watching other dogs. Like that you can jump to catch a ball! Or, that Nylabones are fun to chew on. She has yet to figure out how to play Buzz’s favorite game, but she’s been watching closely.
Maybe someday she’ll learn this extra-stupid, ever-so-funny hiking game. It’s Buzz’s favorite. It should go on his tombstone when he dies in one million years: “Here lies Buzz / He liked to hike things between his legs.”
Sometimes Buzz pauses from this hiking game to play fetch or sit on his table.
This particular day was the first really warm day and Buzz hadn’t even begun to blow his winter coat. And he hiked the ball a hundred times, played a lot of fetch, and wrestled like a madman with Tessa.
Both dog were getting a bit hot. But especially Buzz. Frequent trips to the water bucket were made.
Eventually, Buzz just lay down in the dirt by the water bucket, taking occasional sips.
Then I noticed that Buzz was using his nose to push the edge of the bucket over. Before I even had time to shoot a picture or grab the dog, he had dumped a gallon of cold water into the dirt, scratched the dirt up to make mud, and started to roll in it.
ARE YOU SEEING THIS???
Are you laughing? Because I was.
The aforementioned beer probably help me find the funny.
But seriously, the freakin’ dog made mud to roll around in and then went to town on it before I could say boo.
It is actually kind of genius of him. If a dog is in danger of overheating my dog book recommends applying cool (not COLD) water to the head, neck, chest and abdomen--either in a dunk tank or by using wet towels.
Notice that Buzz got most of his nice, cool mud on his abdomen.
Yep, now he’s even doing his own first aid.
Also notice, that he wanted to play some more after this hot episode...not such a genius after all!
I ended up taking him inside and giving him a nice tepid bath. Yes, Buzz got a bath. Which he almost never gets, but he ground in that mud really well, so the usual plan--waiting for it to dry and then brushing it out—wasn’t going to work. Plus, I wanted to make sure he was cooled off and the water was a good way to accomplish that.
Right Buzz?
Uh-oh, looks like Buzz has been reading the adventures of the canine mafia!
Better light to fill Buzz’s beautiful brown eyes.
Birds that chirp all day.
The ability to feel my face after walking the dog.
Good stuff.
In the winter, letting the dog out and playing with him a bit each evening can feel very choresome (that is probably not a word, but I don’t care). In the spring, going in the yard with the dog is awesome.
Because I take a beer with me.
And sit in the sunshine.
And Buzz just plays with his soccer ball and his sticks.
And then he comes over and sits by me and smiles.
He gets muddy maybe, but it is worth it.
For the sun and the beer and the birds.
Sometimes, we even have company for the evening unwinding. Tessa loves to come and play with Buzz.
Hi Tessa!
Can you wear my dog out for me?
Brilliant!
Tessa seems to learn a lot by watching other dogs. Like that you can jump to catch a ball! Or, that Nylabones are fun to chew on. She has yet to figure out how to play Buzz’s favorite game, but she’s been watching closely.
Maybe someday she’ll learn this extra-stupid, ever-so-funny hiking game. It’s Buzz’s favorite. It should go on his tombstone when he dies in one million years: “Here lies Buzz / He liked to hike things between his legs.”
Sometimes Buzz pauses from this hiking game to play fetch or sit on his table.
This particular day was the first really warm day and Buzz hadn’t even begun to blow his winter coat. And he hiked the ball a hundred times, played a lot of fetch, and wrestled like a madman with Tessa.
Both dog were getting a bit hot. But especially Buzz. Frequent trips to the water bucket were made.
Eventually, Buzz just lay down in the dirt by the water bucket, taking occasional sips.
Then I noticed that Buzz was using his nose to push the edge of the bucket over. Before I even had time to shoot a picture or grab the dog, he had dumped a gallon of cold water into the dirt, scratched the dirt up to make mud, and started to roll in it.
ARE YOU SEEING THIS???
Are you laughing? Because I was.
The aforementioned beer probably help me find the funny.
But seriously, the freakin’ dog made mud to roll around in and then went to town on it before I could say boo.
It is actually kind of genius of him. If a dog is in danger of overheating my dog book recommends applying cool (not COLD) water to the head, neck, chest and abdomen--either in a dunk tank or by using wet towels.
Notice that Buzz got most of his nice, cool mud on his abdomen.
Yep, now he’s even doing his own first aid.
Also notice, that he wanted to play some more after this hot episode...not such a genius after all!
I ended up taking him inside and giving him a nice tepid bath. Yes, Buzz got a bath. Which he almost never gets, but he ground in that mud really well, so the usual plan--waiting for it to dry and then brushing it out—wasn’t going to work. Plus, I wanted to make sure he was cooled off and the water was a good way to accomplish that.
Right Buzz?
Uh-oh, looks like Buzz has been reading the adventures of the canine mafia!
A little scare.
Oh my goodness. Buzz and I just about had a collective heart attack this afternoon.
It all started when we went into the backyard to enjoy the sunshine.
Buzz ran around for a bit and then I told him to get his ball so we could play.
Well, he ran around and around not listening, so I started singing to him, “Where is your ba-all? Where is your ba-all? Where is your ba-all?” And he just kept zooming around, ignoring me.
And then came over and he gave me this face… [reenactment!]
This is his sad, worried face. Uh-oh!
He had been running around looking for his ball and couldn’t find it!
And he seemed to think I, the all-knowing food lady, was teasing him! Oh, the guilt!
I thought that maybe he couldn’t find the ball because it is so...um..."camouflaged" these days.
I decided to look for it myself.
It was nowhere to be found!
Oh, tragedy!
[this photo isn't so much a reenactment as an mood impact imagination]
Did a wild animal make off with it?
[more mood impact imagination]
Maybe our neighbor Tucker did something? Tucker knows how to get in and out of my yard.
Or maybe my landlord confused it with garbage? Cleaned it up? Threw it out?
Despair!
Agony!
Then I remembered that I had been doing laundry that morning in the basement. While Buzz was in the backyard.
So...I ran over and opened the basement door. Buzz and I ran down the stairs together. And there it was! Buzz was so happy.
So freakin’ happy!
And me too!
It all started when we went into the backyard to enjoy the sunshine.
Buzz ran around for a bit and then I told him to get his ball so we could play.
Well, he ran around and around not listening, so I started singing to him, “Where is your ba-all? Where is your ba-all? Where is your ba-all?” And he just kept zooming around, ignoring me.
And then came over and he gave me this face… [reenactment!]
This is his sad, worried face. Uh-oh!
He had been running around looking for his ball and couldn’t find it!
And he seemed to think I, the all-knowing food lady, was teasing him! Oh, the guilt!
I thought that maybe he couldn’t find the ball because it is so...um..."camouflaged" these days.
I decided to look for it myself.
It was nowhere to be found!
Oh, tragedy!
[this photo isn't so much a reenactment as an mood impact imagination]Did a wild animal make off with it?
[more mood impact imagination]Maybe our neighbor Tucker did something? Tucker knows how to get in and out of my yard.
Or maybe my landlord confused it with garbage? Cleaned it up? Threw it out?
Despair!
Agony!
Then I remembered that I had been doing laundry that morning in the basement. While Buzz was in the backyard.
So...I ran over and opened the basement door. Buzz and I ran down the stairs together. And there it was! Buzz was so happy.
So freakin’ happy!
And me too!
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