Wednesday, August 24, 2011

it's a toy


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Lia:  It's a toy.

Zoe: It's a dog.


Lia: With glasses?


Zoe: He's nearsighted.


Lia: So he won't see me coming from far away when I run at him and put his whole body in my mouth.


Zoe: (God, she's stupid.)



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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

You know you love your dog when...


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You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.


The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.


You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose prints all over the inside.


Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.


You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy.


Your dog sleeps with you.


You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but they understand.


Your dog eats cat poop, and your other dog's poop, but you still let them kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).


You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.


You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.


You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kids.


You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog.


You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable.


You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go to the movies with your sweetie.


You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.


You open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups pops out.


You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.


You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard yelling, "Summer, hurry up--go pee!" over and over again, while Summer tends to play and forget what she's out there for (but what your neighbors think of your behavior is yet another story).


You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.


Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by herself.


Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dog.


You face the fan in your pet's direction, to keep them cool when it's hot.


You feel badly for making them sleep on the carpet.


You well up when you drop them off at the groomer for a few hours.


You feed them the best food available, while you survive on KD and cereal.




via S3 Animal Advocates
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...to a Hero...



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At Navy Seal Jon Tumilson's funeral,
canine companion Hawkeye guards him one last time


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Monday, August 22, 2011

Well...we can't blame the cats any longer...



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Well...the cats have since gone...now there's just two dogs.

Two - mangy - sloppy - slovenly - rude dogs.

They just let me live here.




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Friday, August 19, 2011

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Tazy

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Zoe is wizzed-off that we're not posting enough "terrier" stories
or moreover, cute photos.

Here's sweet Tazy!

Tazy, who was born blind and rescued from an animal shelter. 
Recently, Tazy became paralyzed and incontinent as a result of a spinal injury. 
Tazy is enjoying going for walks in his Walkin' Wheels dog wheelchair
and staying dry in his Mr. Peeper's male wrap 

And the most important part: Tazy LOVES his life!
Human's judge. Dogs don't.

Don't feel sorry for Tazy.  He can see with his ears and nose
and he has freedom with his Walkin' Wheels.

YAY Tazy Boy!!!

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Monday, August 15, 2011

Favorite Fotos


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in the warm yellow light


coveting the coast of Maine


Oliver - stay!


harmonious companions


frog legs


pure and simple flat brown dog

familiar foot

We have to share some of the pics we collect;
the photography is story telling and
they need to be shared.

More to follow - of course!

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Saturday, August 13, 2011

She's sadistic

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Lia:  Why is the Mommy laughing so hard?

Zoe:  She thinks soaking wet pups in a bathtub are foto-funny.

Lia:  I don't mind getting a bath.

Zoe:  That's because you're not a normal dog.  All dogs hate baths.

Lia:  I am too, normal - I eat poop like everbody else.

Zoe:  Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.  Then you're ok. Except for the bath part.    
          It's the Mommy that's sadistic.




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Monday, August 8, 2011

A face only a mother could love



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Simon








I doubt there's another pet photographer that 
elicits a true laugh out loud!


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Friday, August 5, 2011

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"Look! I rescued all these people!"


via ThePatrickMiracle caption contest


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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

August

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 Happy Summer!



via the talented marci scudder


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Monday, August 1, 2011