A Holiday Carolling Mash Up

On the first day of Christmas, The Food Lady gave to me ….

an apple.

And it’s great.  No really.

Dashing thru the snow, on three legs Winter goes …

Until he saw Woo’s apple and said “whoa, whoa, whoa.”

(If I could explain the superstition / ritual behind “Winter can only eat an apple whilst standing on three legs” I would.  But I can’t.)

Fae bells ring, are you listening …

Battle-collies are positioning …

It’s a beautiful night

For a borderjack fight ….

Eating apples in a Winter Wonderland

Do you Ear what I Ear?

Hark the penguins ball food umbrella snot cookie

(C’mon, Piper’s getting a bit old to remember lyrics)

T’was the night before Christmas

And the doggies were hopin’

That cuz I made them wear hats and posted it on the internet,

Tonight I’m sleeping with one eye open.


Guess who had a birthday today??

You get one guess, so make it a good one!

I’ll give you a little hint:

That’s right!  My boy Tweed celebrated the big One Four today.

He wanted a pawty, and because he is 14 and gets whatever he wants, that’s what he got!

A whole bunch of his friends came to help celebrate.

But only Tweed got to eat the cake.

Just kidding.  He was very generous and shared his cake not only with his doggie friends, but also with the shelter dogs.

And what a freakin’ AMAZING cake it was!  I mean how many dogs can boast a truly personalized cake?  I almost called this entry “Tweed on his 14th birthday” because he really IS on his 14th birthday (cake)!

Tweed’s friend Mia made this cake because my cake decorating skills are on par with my rocket building and alligator wrestling skills (ie, skillz – i don’t has them).  Mia has all kinds of talents (except baseball) and because she loves Tweed, she wanted to make him a special gift.  She could also make YOUR dog a special gift on his birthday or special day – if you want to know more, contact us so we can tell you more!

It was crazy amazing.  It looked just like him!

Tweed and I are amazingly blessed … we have had 14 wonderful years together and doG willing, many more left.  I work with a fabulous group of people and a boss who let us have a party for Tweed at work.  We have fun and wonderful friends who helped us celebrate.

And we have a beautiful family to share our lives with.

Happy Birthday Tweed, handsome boy!  You’re the icing on my cake, Tweedles!

Sheer Heart Attack

Why?  WHY does Wootie hate me so?  Why is he trying to make me drop dead in terror?

This, my friends, is Wootie chasing a coyote this afternoon at the dykes in Maple Ridge.

You will all please keep in mind that this was shot with a telephoto lens and is heavily cropped.  What I really saw was more like this – but STILL shot through a telephoto lens, so imagine it even freakin’ further away.

Lord have mercy on my now sold-to-the-devil soul.

Why was Food Lady taking photos of it instead of trying to catch him, you ask?  Well – YOU try to catch a Wootie on the move, who is a whole football field away.  All the screaming in the world did not stop him from sprinting after it as soon as he saw it, and by this point, I don’t think he could even hear me anyway.  The only thing I could do was stand there and pray to doG that the coyote didn’t glance back and realize Wootie was half his size, and decide to make him a snackable.

We tried to send the biggest dog in the bunch out to save Woo, but Tucker’s no fool.

Nuh-uh, I ain’t runnin’ after no stinkin’ ky-ote!

And the one dog who can generally be counted on to run after strange canines with all his teeth showing?  Was he any help? Yeahno.


What’s your problem?  I came back, didn’t I?

There’s only ONE way to punish a dog this rotten.

hahahahahahaha! And, you know, since we already had the bunny ears out ….


Why am I being punished?  Why?  I didn’t chase any coyotes!

Why’d you spring me from the shelter just to send me straight to Hell?

Predictably, TWooie was a buttface on our walk, so he spent much of it on leash.  He made several credible attempts to bite both Tucker and Nyxie, but wisely steered clear of the Blind Landshark.

I can’t see him, but I can still fit him in my mouth.

I may be a jerk, but I’m not STUPID.  You’re stupid.

However, back at Jenn’s house, TWooie was remarkably content to let Nyxie and Dexter wrestle (which they did, for about 4 straight hours) without being inclined to interfere or boss anyone around.  As a reward, he was allowed to be in the Bunny Ears Family photo.

Yeah. Super. Thanks.

(As an aside, if you have a friend who doesn’t bat an eyelash when Dexter and Wootie get up on their kitchen table, consider yourself blessed.)

Maybe next time you’ll go save a little brutha in need, Tucker!!

I’m so ashamed.

Happy Easter :)