Wasn’t Me!

I didn’t pull out a big chunk of Dexter’s ruff whilst chasing him around the property.  Nope.

I didn’t pull back your fitted sheet on your bed and tear apart your memory foam mattress cover while you were at work.  Nuh uh.

What do you mean “Who peed on the area rug 3 feet from the pee pads?”  Why are you asking me?

I dunno who put a big nose smudge on your camera lens, so get outta my face.

Hey everyone!  The Food Lady wants to know who has been making Sock Nests out of her laundry while she is gone every day.  Anyone got any ideas?

Thank doG for Zylkene … Winter’s anxiety has been kicking itself into high gear for the last month or so, so back on the Zylkene he goes.

But who brought home an itty bitty faux border collie when she didn’t want another dog and now thinks you’d have to pry her from my cold dead hands??

Oh wait … that was me.

How freaking cute is this?  Fae (because she’s a Pixie, one of the fae folk for sure) is about 9 months old, and weighs 10.5 lbs.  She looks like one of my dogs might if I’d accidentally tossed one in a hot wash and then the dryer.  HOW IS THIS MUCH ADORABLENESS POSSIBLE???

She is obedient, housebroken, crate trained, and snuggly as a teeny weeny fleece blankie.  Oh and she’s feisty too!


She is learning to play fetch and likes it!

And she is fearless – she’ll take on anyone.  Even hillbilly teeth!

Gah.  I hate myself!  Because even I, adopter of more dogs than Addy digs holes, knows when to stop.  I know I don’t want any more dogs.  EXCEPT I WANT THIS ONE!!

She’s just too much.  TOO MUCH!  ALL THE EVERYTHING!

Big fat le sigh.  I’me getting her spayed next week and then she’ll have to find another home.  After which I will throw myself across my bed (sans brand new memory foam mattress cover), tuck my cold, sockless feet (which have just stepped in pee on the area rug) up beneath me and sob myself to sleep (while tenderly touching the bruise on my eyebrow bone).

Why do I even have dogs again??

Oh right, because this:

and this:

and this (though the lipstick is a bit off-putting):

And of course, this:

It’s Adopt A Shelter Dog Month.  Adopt a dog and bring some furry four legged joy into your life!

adopt a shelter dog

(or, you know, Ender)

Weird Week

TWooie went out hinting* rabbits yesterday (*not a typo: he does not “hunt” so much as he races through the bush barking like he saw something, when we all know he saw nothing at all) and came back like this: “This,” in case it is not clear, is his leg stuck through his martingale collar. […]


Whatchoo Talkin’ ‘Bout, Willis?

This is the face of Suspicion: Buuuut, this is the face of FUN TIMES! And this is the poster child for Aftermath: On this weekend’s agenda – more fence building.  Either building fences is a long, laborious process, or I have the world’s biggest yard.  Either way, it’s not quite done yet, but we’re almost […]