Today has been one of the most beautiful this winter, so I’ve been out with the dogs… Mike and I walked them, during which a kid on a bike zipped through a yard and surprised us by clipping Bree on the nose with his tire! After which I bathed the little dawgs, scissoring Daisy a bit.
The injured party… she seems fine but I’m watching to see that she remains so.
The black spot on the left side of her muzzle…
The young man was appropriately apologetic and concerned both for the dog and his bike. Mike asked him if he was okay and told him to be more careful. Had it been me (I was holding the little girls) God knows what I’d have said.
Daisy, before and after:
What a funny little girl.
Pizza is on the way and I’m thinking of eating it al fresco in order to better enjoy this beautiful day!!
Had to laugh when Bree plopped down on the empty dog bedding I was about to wash… guess she knows it’s still hers!
Whatcha looking at Bree?
Hey, where you going?
I may be clueless, but I know when a cookie is being offered…
We played with her soccer ball and now she’s probably dreaming about gigantic bones…
I renewed my hosting account yesterday, despite last year’s proclamation of doom. “Why?” I kept asking myself. I said why? as the link went to paypal and why? as I hit the button to pay and why? as I completed the transaction and returned to my billing account. Why?
Good question and there’s no real answer… unless maybe I just want to be able to post dog pictures.
Corgi butt alert!
I submitted a photo of Badger’s butt for the Corgi Butt Calendar (which is now available here) but she didn’t make the cut. Guess there are just too many good butts out there…
For anyone still dropping by… YsD and her significant other finally obtained unsupervised visitation of the children and are hoping for unification by Christmas. I’m happy for them.
The baths come more frequently when I’m blowing coat!
The cookie is the important bit!
Can you see the guard hairs? When she’s almost dry they stand out almost at attention.
Two down, Bree to go!
The soursop tree is burdened -really good word for it- with these huge fruit. Already four have fallen and been consumed by bugs… and of course one stubby dog. Guess I won’t bathe her til the you-know-what passes…
I know it’s south Florida, but come on!!
Green has always been my favorite color. But if I have to look at that every time I go into the back yard…
More ocular cleansing…
Oops. Had to throw this one in, too.
Oh, May Day. Otherwise it’s a distress signal.
I wanted some color in a sad little bed along the fence, so Mike went to Home Depot with me to buy some. I’d forgotten they only sell Impatiens in the Fall and ended up with three different colors of Begonia…even though I’ve always killed every Begonia within my personal radius… we’ll see. But now the sad little bed still looks sad… just with some condemned Begonias adding a splash of red, pink and blue.
They’re so cute before they die.
Can we talk about this dog? She is Always here. Right in front of me. Outside. On the toilet. Under my feet. Now, forget for a moment that she is filthy. Dried yogurt on her nose, green sticky things and eye gunk aside… look at that sweet little soul.
Bree has her final x-ray next week, along with her last rehab appointment. Thank God, because I don’t think she’s doing as well as she should be… and we need some answers.
I’m somewhat apprehensive.
Somewhat. That’s funny.
OH, it’s a PIG! Gimme!
I got it! I got it!
Back off, hound dog!
Quick, over here!
Here I come!!!
…but once was enough!
And that’s exactly what happened!
Hey, the Confederate Ivy has started to bloom! Guess it really is Spring.
Also, two of Badger from today… we were outside soaking up the sun on a truly glorious day!
I know… her face is shaded… but look at that paw. What a cutie.
I’ve been focused on Bree of late, for obvious reasons… but I do take time for the little dogs. And Mike helps, of course. Thankfully we have the rituals of eating, walking, playing and t.v. time cuddling…
Though I keep threatening her with scissors, Daisy’s hair remains. It’s overwhelming. Enchanting. It’s got a life all its own.
Leaning Into It.
Like everything else she does, Badger eats with exuberance. Then she has diarrhea.
When I yell “Little Dogs!” they come running. They know who they are; isn’t that sweet?
There’s really nothing new to report. Conehead is still healing. The little dogs are still small.