The things I'd sooner forget.

I'd sooner forget that just hours ago "my" dog held another dog's stomach firmly between his teeth.

And that moments after that he held a different dog's mouth EVEN MORE firmly between his teeth.

I'd sooner forget that I cried because I felt helpless and disappointed.

And that when I called the dog lady she said "you don't have to adopt him".

I'd sooner forget the wild look on his face, as if he'd been in that situation before. But with no one to pull him off.

And that he has a story to tell. About being alone, and sick. About wandering and fighting. Defending and attacking.

I'd sooner forget this feeling of frustration. With a dog. I want to give him unconditional love.

And stop calling him "face eater".

But if it looks like a duck...
and bites like a duck...

deeohgee

Meet the newest dog in your life.
His name is Drake.
He is VERY handsome.







See?

He likes to rest and work and rest.




Sometimes he likes dogs,
(he's the cute one on the right)



and sometimes he tries to eat their faces off
(haven't been able to capture this shot yet).

Sometimes he is naughty and only sits when we give him pup-peroni.



But then I think about him being alone in the woods at night in Tennessee.
And I feel like I should cut him a break from time to time.



The

End.

Boys.....

Amount of peepee cleaned up off the floor today:

Ranger-1

Xavy- 1

Amount of poopoo cleaned up off the floor today:

Ranger-1

Xavy-1

Amount of times saying no, get out of here, you smell, OUTSIDE:

Ranger- 1

Xavy-0

Amount of times I've said you're _______ boy (fill in a good, a bad, a smelly, mommy's)

Ranger- 4

Xavy- 6

Amount of times temperatures have been taken in the ear:

Ranger- 1 (by Xavy)

Xavy- 2

Amount of time spent napping:

.....wait for that. They're both out now.

Love my boys and sick days.

The battle

Once again I found myself near Butter's rear end.

Armed with my weapon



we headed to the back porch.

I was reminiscent of the days we would clean before someone came to clean, for Miss Butter has an 8am appointment at the beauty parlor tomorrow. But brush we did. And cut. And fight.

These are the pants I wore into the battle.



Needless to say, it was hairy.

I brushed, and I snipped. And I brished and I snupped. And because she could not squeeze my hand in agony, I let her bite it.

She is a sweet girl, she did not want to bite me. Every time I stopped the brushing she would lick my hand, and swat at the brush.

I said "stop".

I think she was saying "stop" too.

And after a while, I did.



We made some progress.

She is much pleased with herself. And fancies herself to be the prettiest girl in the house. And because of my swollen allergy eyes and kankersore lip, I do believe she's right.

Now she rests. And considers her thoughts toward human held tools.



Tomorrow is another day for her. More snipping and tugging.

But by then, she will have forgotten about the battle.

'Ello (or, Arf)

Arf from Richmond!

My first full day here was pretty good. The girl took me to the park twice this morning. Then she left me for the day. I went exploring and learned to nudge open the closed door. No harm done, just wanted to snooze near her sock drawer.

When she got home we went for a run. I had a quick dip in the Winooski River and the girl trotted with me around some fields. It was quite pleasant. I even saw some little kids and let them pet my head, but they weren't as cute as any of the kids I'm used to seeing.



On our walk home the girl stopped me to snap some pictures. I must say I make this background look lovely.



Luckily, when we went out this afternoon the girl remembered her special bag. This morning she just flung with a stick if you catch my drift. I looked at her like she was NUTSO for picking that up. She said "now you're a city dog" and I didn't understand what she meant until the hot smelly bag followed us home.



Later, we played some more ball and I really showed her my stuff.

After that, she put a yellow string with numbers on it around my belly. Maybe she is measuring me for a tutu?

All of this means I am tired and if you need me you can find me by the boy because he doesn't make me do stuff.

Woof and kisses,
BCup

The way things look (in 5 parts)

A photo essay...

1) Tights.

Questionable. I had second thoughts on these this morning but it was too late. I was in the parking lot at school. I wondered to myself "are these fishnets??" Throughout the day I got lots o' "compliments". Mostly "those are great tights". As I walked out to my car at 3:00 I thought, you know, there is a difference between "those are great tights" and "those tights look great". Also, they make me look squat. Out with the tights!

2) Pumpkins.

Tired. Only pumpkins left on the block and I realized it is high past the season to be decorating with pumpkins. They can't wait to be recycled next week! You'll see.

3) Loot.

Festive. With only hours to spare (dozens of them) I cashed in on my CTShops coupons. Who knew I needed 2 large green and red balls with gold sparkle paint? Me! I also shared a coupon with a priest who was (I can only assume) buying all (3 of the) religious Christmas items to decorate his Church. Cruise control to Heaven!

4. Neighbor's Christmas Tree.

Ripe. Can you say JEALOUS? Is it extra green or is that the envy oozing from my eyeballs?

5. Neighbor's Golden Retriever.

Drooly. Oh wait, that's me. Is this dog green too? It's so hard to tell. Thank goodness both the neighbors are at class so I can sneak onto their back porch and take snapshots of their things. Surprise!