Sex and the suburbs
At least somebody’s getting some action! This entry is not actually about sex, although Dexter the horndog would sure like it to be! Hummunna hummunna Still intact, his goal in life is to impress all the ladies. He attempts this by giving them flirty ears and then spinning around to BUMP them with his hips. [...]
Lost Dogs!
This is what happens every.single.day. Nature and I are fighting a battle, and nature is winning. What was once a downy carpet of gentle grasses and baby wildflowers is now a jungle of aggressive, pokey, pants-ruining monster weeds that trounce my efforts to walk my dogs! Even when my dogs are right behind me, jostling [...]
Clean Run
After much swearing, jumping up and down and downloading useless software, I finally found a way to get Regionals videos off the camera and onto the internetz! I am going to randomly throw them into posts for the next little while. But here’s a clean Standard Run, with a 3rd place overall finish, for my [...]
Oh hai, I’m a radish
My raised garden beds are coming along pretty nice, in spite of the total lack of sunshine we’ve had since I planted. The radishes are completely obnoxious, but the chives and the cucumbers aren’t doing so well. I am getting strawberries, finally, though. Yesterday I moved the rather lackluster tomato plants into a little greenhouse [...]
The Two Delicious Breakfasts of TWooie The Horrible Dog
*WARNING* Severed bunny head photo* ha ha ha. Once upon a time The Food Lady had 4 dogs and a horrible, awful, garburator set of walking jaws attached to a fluffy, chubby body. Who on earth is she talking about? One morning, after she’d had her breakfast of coffee, and her pets had their breakfast [...]
BOOberries
So this morning we’re strolling along through the jungle known as The Back Of My Property when out of the corner of my eye, I spy this: and I think to myself “wtf? Are we going to war?” Good thing I have Dexter along, he’s always ready for war. Take my dirty destuffed stuffie and [...]
No, *I* am her favourite
So get outta my way, Fat TWoo! Stop picking on TWooie, you kiss ass, podium-placing big head!! Hey! Look at me! Look at me! Someone pay attention to me! Poor dogs. The success of one does not bolster the camaraderie of the others. Instead, they are intensely jealous of one another. Everyone knows who’s the [...]
You win some, you lose some
Here’s my Regionals weekend in point form: FRIDAY: Steeplechase 1 Results TWEED – 3rd place qualifier in 16″ (Woot!). PIPER – qualified in 16″. Steeplechase 2 Results TWEED – not entered. PIPER – ran in it (that’s all we’re going to say about that). SATURDAY Gamblers 1 TWEED – so much awesome, completed both minis [...]
Now you see it, now you don’t
My web nerds guys have moved wootube from an East Coast server to a more laid back West Coast one to resolve some feed interruptions we’d been having. In the process, we have seem to have misplaced my last post!! In case they cannot find it again, I just wanted to be sure you had [...]
Wootie’s song
Through the river and over the rise Uh oh … The Food Lady’s getting all squinty ’round the eyes. The little shit – he swam across the Serpentine and made off for fields afar this morning on our walk. Even though I was screaming at him in my DooMommy voice – you know, the one [...]
*ahem* lalalalaLAlalalala
Ready gang? SING! You know you do it. Admit it. You sing songs for your dogs. Maybe songs like … Oh Christmas Tweed, oh Christmas Tweed / How lovely is your brown nose / Oh Christmas Tweed, oh Christmas Tweed / I love you to the tipsofyourtoes You should probably shut up, right about now. [...]
Why so crabby, TWooie?
Yesterday the sun came out for the WHOLE DAY. Lucky us!! We went to the beach with sister Ginny, and cousins Jenn and Luna. In a fit of either optimism or false confidence, I decided to bring TWooie along as well. East Beach is huge, so it is easy to avoid strange dogs when necessary [...]
Oh Baby, Baby, Baby
There was one bright spot this week in what is otherwise the Fancraptastic Crappola Fest that is my life currently. (and I mean that literally. It seems someone, though I won’t mention any names, Why are you glaring at me? and his puffy sidekick have developed a taste for the delicacy most people in this [...]
