Let’s review, shall we?

Looking back at 2007.

Tweed

This is the first photo I ever saw of Tweed. He is 2 weeks old here:
tweed 2 weeks

And now he’s just (T)weird.

Tweed is still annoying. But he did qualify for the AAC Nationals for the third year in a row.

He wore some stuff:

He found a mentor:

He partied.

Not a bad year for Tweed. Humiliation of wearing stuff excepted.

Piper

Piper has had a full year of Mad Teeth ™

In all sorts of situations:

Not that you can blame her.

She’s also my up-and-coming agility dog, and will one day replace Tweed as my main trialling competitor. If she stops biting me.

Woo

Woo had a year of highs and lows.

He lost his BFF Fifa:

But gained The Wootie Toy ™

He experimented a little:

And he took Piper exploring new places

But mostly he just chilled.

Red Dog

Red Dog reached a milestone in 2007, when he turned 10 years old.

He also began to fall apart.

First his elbows went to shit.

And then his face collapsed

But throughout it all, he has remained my most precious boy. He’s dead honest. He’s the most loyal creature on the planet. He is the truest dog I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. And he may be gimpy, and he may be creaky and drooly, his coat may be shit now and he is shaped like a tube, but he is far and away the most beautiful dog in the world.

I lost my Toilet Kitty in October, after 16 years together.

I still miss him every day. But fortunately, I have an extremely irritating Angry Donut to keep the sadness at bay:

Cookie Uncle and I had a succession of foster dogs.

And we raised 7 tiny little babies

and then helped turn them into monsters.

It’s been a busy and hectic year. In 2008, watch for more photos of other people’s dogs as I set up appointments for shoots when the weather improves. If all goes according to plan, I will be heading down the Coast to California in the Spring to take photos of dogs we know from the internet. If you want to know if you’ll be on our route and want to schedule a shoot, let me know!

Have fun ringing in the New Year. All our best.

Okay, Okay. Quit yer bitchin’

Mona’s begging you.

Actually, I think she may be begging Calgon to take her away. When you’ve got kids the size of MONSTERS who think you’re a milk bar, you get a little desperate and sweaty.

I know, right? WTF? Where did the puppies go? Cookie Uncle and I went to visit puppies today and all we found were medium sized dogs running around.

They are HUGE.

Big Boy Bobby is still the biggest. He’s a whopper! He’s got one brown eye, and one that is both blue and brown. He can squash small children with one of his massive paws. Bobby is potentially going to live in the Wenatchee Valley on a native plant farm.

Cindy is still the baby bunny of the bunch. And she still has that heartbreaker of a face too. Cindy is going to Vancouver Island to live with one of Uncle Finn’s siblings.

Interestingly, sweet, shy Jan has become Miss Social and has energy to burn. She has legs uptohere and is very striking with the peach running all through her coat. Like Bobby, she has one brown eye and one blue and brown eye. No one has spoken for Jan definitively yet, but there is a gal in the Vancouver area who might be interested.

Ole Blue Eyes, Marsha, remains chronically unphotogenic, but is lovely in person. She has a really sweet personality and is attached at the hip to brother Mike. Marsha has not yet been spoken for, so will be going to live with Cookie Uncle for a bit after her spay, until she finds a home of her own. Cookie Uncle says “Marsha looks like she is wearing shorts.” This explains the attraction.

Gorgeous Mike gets better looking every time I see him. I am so glad we didn’t name him ‘Greg.’ (No offense to the Gregs out there). He has perfect merle markings. Mike is going to live in Idaho with one of our 3WAAW fans!

Oliver, still blurry and out of focus. I’m sorry Olly, I don’t know why I can’t get a good photo of you. The big bruiser is still the world’s cuddliest puppy – he is going to live in the Lower Mainland with a gentleman who says the addition of Olly means his wife moves down the Priority Scale one notch, and she’s okay with it.

And last but not least, the very stunning Picasso. This boy is a lean machine and is a simply marvelous slate grey colour with grey eyes to match. His photo does not do him justice. Picasso has not been spoken for yet, and I have no earthly idea why.

The pups are at least double the size they were when I last saw them. They are 9 weeks old as of this Sunday and go in next week to be neutered, vaccinated, chipped and have their dewclaws removed. I know that their foster family will be sad to see them go, but they have done such a fantastic job with them. Each and every pup is a well socialized, docile, sweet, good natured delight.

Finn, who was tasked with keeping Cooper amused in the yard, says “Yo, don’t forget about me out here.”

And Cooper, who liked Finn a lot but felt left out of the indoor fun, says “WTF? Why do I need a babysitter? Can I come in?”

Bobby is too sexy for the kitchen floor.

Not to be outdone, Marsha strikes a pose.

Mike and Marsha muscle in.

Happy now??

These will probably be the last photos of the pups I can take, since they get split up next weekend to go to their new foster and/or forever homes.

Bye bye, babies.

No Woo For You

No reason, really. He just didn’t feel like sitting still for photos today.

Our resident philosopher however, the enigmatic RD, posed gracefully for a deep-thinking, contemplative sort of shot:

Piper wouldn’t sit still for any shot. And to add insult to injury, that’s Tweed’s precious Orbee ball in her greedy little jaws. You can’t see him in this photo, but off to the side Tweed is hyperventilating about the theft.

Once I retrieved his ball for him, he was happy to pose.

Lars is sick-to-death of me pointing the camera at him. I mean, he rolled his eyes at me and everything. Bossy little turd.

We were trying to get Lars and Cooper both in a shot together, but Cooper kept getting to his feet. Cookie Uncle kept telling him to “lie down!” and Lars – though he was already down – thought it was directed at him, and got down as much as any dog can get down.

The sun came out in fits and starts today. It made for some nice lighting.

But not for Woo.