Wednesday, August 19, 2009
(not so) wordless wednesday
Cue the music from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:
"I've got a Gooooolden Ticket!, I've got a Goooooolden Ticket!", and please explain how Toula got the chocolate out of the wrapper but didn't eat the wrapper. Dude, what self-respecting dog doesn't eat the wrapper?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
toula proving yet agan her Indian name is Crazy Eye
Costco would be wise to decline this picture as advertisement for their dog beds.
Or, perhaps embrace it (there's no such thing as bad advertising, right?). A new ad campaign titled, "Your dog will love its bed so much, it will be crazy about it!*"
*meaning, certifiably insane. Some insanity limitations apply.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
dear "doctor" coren, if you really are a doctor...
(memo to self: create bumper sticker with graphic of basset hound that reads, "it's settled! my dog reached the bottom of the barrel!" get it? "settled" to the bottom? it's a little play on wor.....*sigh*....no, you're right: it sucks. Back to work.)
So, perhaps it really comes down to the dog, Dr. Coren, not so much the breed. Because you may think bassets are obtuse but my bassset Toula falls over dead when I make my fingers look like a gun and I yell, "Bang!"...most of the time. Stick that in your story and smoke it.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
wordless wednesday
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
vet day for molly
When we go to the vet we always take both dogs so that they'll know a vet visit doesn't ALWAYS mean you get poked and prodded and stuck with sharp things. Sometimes your sister gets poked and prodded and stuck and you get to sit in the waiting room and read Dog Fancy magazine and listen to cats maraowwwwling from the next room.
So, it was Toula's turn to have an un-vet day. As you can see, our theory has worked, because she treated the visit like any other day at the office.
Toula, try to remain calm.
Toula....
Toula?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
hula dog
OK, I can explain.
My BFF's 7 year old daughter was turning 8 recently, and when asked what kind of party she wanted she said, "a Hawaiian Dog party".
A....what?
I know a little bit about Hawaii having been born and raised there, so I took on the challenge. The 7 year old LOVES Molly, so Molly became the Hawaiian Dog.
Wrapping a white sheet over a table laid on its side, I put a child's fake hula skirt and some plastic leis on Molly, and bobby-pinned a plumeria to her ear (yes, it stayed!). Then I prayed to the Hawaiian gods for forgiveness (I really don't mean to offend! No bolts of lightning or lava flows, pleeeeze), and for a small treat she sat there for about 40 pictures until I got one just right.
After a bit of photoshopping ("Hau'oli la Hanau" means "Happy Birthday" in Hawaiian), we printed the pic on iron-on transfers and made tshirts for all the little girls attending the party.
Add some decorations and Hawaiian-type food, and this little girl had one blastin' pool party!
I'm not one to put pics of kids on the internet, so I smoodged out their faces a bit. But you get the idea. Super cute Tshirts custom made for the party!
I think I'll get Molly an agent. Her list of demands will be short: Trader Joe's peanut butter, ham, short walks, and lots of snuggling on demand.
Ahhhh...a Hawaiian dog can dream....Or, as the Hawaiians say, "moe'uhane".
Thursday, July 30, 2009
moo.
Seriously, it makes us laugh when people ask if the Bassets "bay". Uh, no, they moo. It's hard to explain unless you've heard it, so here ya go.
We're baaaack!
moo.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
toula's bloody nose
So, we crossed the really busy street, rounded the corner, and aimed for an area where the sidewalk is bordered by low-lying dry grasses. Suddenly, Toula began sneezing.
This is not unusual, but on this day she immediately started frenetically achooing as if she were spasming. Violently shaking her head, she was flinging out giant globs of snot.
Toula is a skilled snot thrower, so I wasn't too surprised at this until I realized the snot was a particular crimson color. I knelt down to take a look and to my shock found a thick trail of blood streaming out her left nostril. She had inhaled something that sliced open the inside of her nose.
Now, I do multitasking for a living, so I instantly started mind-stacking how I was going to repond to this. It went a little like this:
First: don't panic. Well, maybe a little. Put Panic Level on Defcon One.
Second: Pull cell phone out of back pocket while holding one wildly flailing dog and restraining second oblivious dog who is pulling me toward a pile of some other dog's poo for a grand sniff.
Third: Dial veteranarian, made more difficult by a touch-screen phone that doesn't respond to fingers being jerked by two dogs.
Fourth: Utter "godDAMMIT!" when vet's office voicemail announces office closed 4 minutes ago, eliciting disapproving stares from older couple across the street. Say small prayer apologizing to God, and move Panic Level to Defcon Two.
Fifth: Briskly jog blood-snot-flailing and poop-sniffing dogs home for probable ride to pet hospital. Calculate likely bill from pet hospital and commence preparation for Explaining To Husband.
After putting the dogs in the back yard I grabbed a towel and held it to Toula's nose, swiftly realized this was actually suffocating her (oops), grabbed the camera to video-capture the event so I could inform the vet better, then realized as I pulled the towel away that she'd stopped the sneezing, and the blood was no longer flowing.
What the...? Was it the run home? The magic towel and almost-suffocation?
I grabbed a flashlight and peered up her nostril where I could see a little bit of bleeding, but that was all. Oddly, the blood flow had stopped as quickly as it had started.
After ratcheting my Panic Level back to Normal I decided to wait 10 minutes before making any further decisions. Ten minutes later both dogs were whining at the back door so I thought, What the hell? and grabbed up the leashes, started out down the street and had another go at the walk.
This time we turned to the left at the end of the street. I think there's something to be said for sticking to the status quo.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
overcast beach day
A woman at the beach asked me how old Molly and Toula were, and when I told her Molly was 9 and Toula 7 she was amazed. "Most older Bassets I see are FAT!" she said.
"That's because people overfeed them," I said, "and it's sad because they were bred for hunting rabbits. They can run pretty fast."
She looked at me with a, Yeah, whatever..., look in her eye, but I said, "Give her a few minutes and you'll see...". Here's what we got. Zoom! Pretty good for an old lady of 9. Note the skitter-pat-skitter-pat sound made by her flipper feet.
(That's Big D at the very end saying, "Moll-moll..., one of his 67 his pet names for Molly.)
So, how do we know when it's time to go home? When Molly looks like this. I thought the sand and dirt was bad enough, but about 3 minutes later she found a stinky pile of kelp and rolled around in it. Lord, save me, I love that dog.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
guest editor
This week the lowdogs editor (moi) has been extremely busy. Accordingly, I passed the responsibility of updating the photo journal to Big D. Unfortunately, I neglected to remember that his most favorite thing to do with the dogs is to watch them sleep because he is desperately in love with Molly and thinks she's The Most Adorable Dog That Ever Lived.
As usual, when he handed the camera back to me I was presented with multiple photos of Molly sleeping. Seriously, we have about 1,347 pictures of the dogs asleep, asleep on top of the sofa, asleep on top of the sofa and 'holding the tv remote' between their paws, asleep on top of the sofa 'holding the remote' with me catatonic under them after a long day at work (not my finest hour).... You get the drift.
I love Big D and he's a very active and masculine guy, but this fixation he has on how cute the dogs are when they sleep...well all I can say is Thank God, sister, because let's face it, I'm not getting any younger, and someday it will be ME drooling when I sleep, with a face sliding off my skull, snoring and snorting and jerking my legs like I'm running. And believe me, I'm going to be damn happy that he thinks this is So Cute.
OK, he's right. This is the cutest smooshy face I've seen at least in the past week. Aww.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
kill da wabbit
Let me set one thing straight, Your Honor: I have never killed a wabbit, nor have I ever caused a wabbit to be killed. There was this one very unfortunate incident involving a rattlesnake that entered our yard and slithered itself up to our back door, and all I can say is that shovels are really weighty and it never felt a thing.
So, recently my neighborhood has been overrun with wabbits and I'm starting to understand why the French snack on them. Speaking of French, the lowdogs were BRED by the French to HUNT RABBITS. I'm not pulling your leg, go look it up.
OK, so here's what I saw the other day out my kitchen window.
This beautiful little furry creature of God and his/her relatives and/or friends dine on every plant in my yard and deposit little ball-shaped turds e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. Oh, and they pee, too, which leaves little bunny-butt sized burn marks everywhere.
So, I think to myself, "Hey self, wouldn't it be great to have a natural remedy to this problem?" At which point I embark on a hunt (pun intended) for the 'natural remedy' that I just fed some very expensive kibble and leftover steak to about 15 minutes ago.
This is where I found the Mighty Hunter:
OK, do you see her giving me that evil eye?
Seriously, it's like having a teenager in the house.
Suffice it to say, Wabbit and all his/her little furry friends/relatives will be assured of living a long and glorious life in my yard.
Chalk up one for the Wabbit Union.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
"look, mommy, bloodhounds!"
The dogs enjoyed their day in the sun, which frankly was a nice break from the recent frigid 62 degree temps. I'm not sure how we survive it, but in the evenings we actually have to put on a sweatshirt to walk the dogs because it's so damn cold. A couple nights ago I wore flip flops on my walk and I'm happy to announce that I avoided frostbite by jogging with the dogs to keep my blood flowing. Phew.
Toula was in her element sniffing around the lake, looking for random things to put in her mouth, and dragging me along for the ride. The result of which was a 6" long snot trail across her nose, which I had to photograph just for you. Just keepin' it real. You're welcome.
Her little pink tongue is cute, though, isn't it? Try to focus on that.
Friday, February 13, 2009
valentine-y comment from reader
"We would like to thank Plein Texas for her sweet comment with which we have to agree:
I told my grandkids that bassets are really princesses and princes in a hairy form and we have to be especially good to them.
Speaking of hairy princesses, we feel that Basset hair is really princess fairy dust. Accordingly, we cannot understand why Daddy howls in the morning when he gets it on his black slacks. Why wouldn't he want to take our fairy dust to work, to share with all the other mortals? Something we ponder."
Happy Valentine's Day from your two princesses. Arroooh!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
waiting for daddy
lowdogs have a nightly routine. As soon as we go to turn off lights around the house, they know it's "nightie night time" and they they must (1) go outside to "go potty!", (2) come inside for cottage cheese [see previous story about Miss Molly's acid reflux], (3) go upstairs to the bedroom, (4) receive a small cookie treat, (5) get into their dog beds, and (6) quiet time.
And, they do this like clockwork. It's as if they're circus performers who have practiced endlessly and perform perfectly every night.
However, periodically Big D will throw the routine off. He will suddenly remember that he has to send an email, or rebuild a motorcycle engine, and he doesn't come to bed with everyone else.
lowdogs can't handle that. So, they wait and wait and wait for him. I have to shout through the door, "Open carefully or you'll hit a snout!". As soon as he comes in, they can get into their beds, but not a second before.
God help us all if he's an hour late, because they will wait like this until...until...until...
Molly in particular is in love with her Daddy and will pine for him until the end of time.
This is what makes me think that in some cases, your soulmate isn't always a human. Hunh.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Obama...and bassets?
First, this article that speaks to Basset advocacy (hunh?).
Second, this most hysterical video below, including flying Basset lips. (Please note that in fairness we attempted to find information on Bassets for McCain, but found nothing. Perhaps that was why he did not prevail? You decide.)
Sunday, January 11, 2009
dog park day!
Miles is a pup owned by the folks who run the local Basset Rescue. He's a cool dude with soft fur and just the right amount of drool.
At the end of the day, just as we were all leaving, he decided to sing for us...Arooh!
Bye, Miles!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
maybe I should have named her 'butterchunks nugget lump'
1. Max
2. Bailey
3. Bella
4. Molly
5. Lucy
6. Buddy
7. Maggie
8. Daisy
9. Sophie
10. Chloe
...and the 'most unusual' are:
1. Rush Limbark
2. Sirius Lee Handsome
3. Rafikikadiki
4. Low Jack
5. Meatwad
6. Peanut Wigglebutt
7. Scuddles Unterfuss
8. Sophie Touch & Pee
9. Admiral Toot
10. Spatula
"Admiral Toot"?! That is just damn funny. I'm sure that Toula would be high on the unusual name list, but it doesn't carry a very large giggle factor.
Actually, my current favorite dog name is Biscuits Jackson. Doesn't that sound like the name of your cousin who could totally score you some righteous organic? (I'm talking dog biscuits here, people, relax!).
Thanks to Laura for the dog name article!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
dogs 101
So, last night we're clicking around the stations and for a moment we considered watching The Bachelor so we could bag on the crazies who throw themselves at that narcissistic dude, then suddenly noticed "Dogs 101" on Animal Planet. They were highlighting, among others, Basset Hounds. WOOT! Sadly, they spent 10 minutes per breed and Bassets only got a smattering of information, which was highly disappointing. Frankly the whole show should have been on Bassets, can I get an A-MEN? I mean, do we really need to know that Boston Terriers are known for flatulence (wtf?) and Shar Pei have black tongues? Gross! Bassets were bred by French aristocracy, people!
If you wish to view 10 minutes of Bassetness, it's showing again on Jan. 18 at 3pm (USA, only). We suggest you DVR or Tivo it so you can scan through the Lesser Breeds to get to the yummy, ooey gooey rich and chewy Basset-y middle part. Animal Planet
Thursday, January 1, 2009
happy new year 2009
Happy 2009! In honor of the new year we allowed Molly and Toula to sleep in our bed with us last night. It was a Two Dog Night (1970's band reference, anyone?? ok, yeah, I know it's 'three dog night', smartypants), ha ha. Anyhoo, our gardeners, who come every Thursday, decided it was Just Another Thursday and showed up at 7:30am to blow our yard and turn on the Loudest Lawn Mower In The World, which caused the dogs to LAUNCH out of bed, barking and aroohing and hollering. Yeee-owza. I had to pull clothes on and feign a smile as I 'Happy New Year!'d them out the back door.
The gardeners get one point for reliability, but minus one point for the hangover headache. Sigh. I guess it could be worse. We could live in the snow. **shudder**
This morning as we tried to watch the Rose Parade, Molly decided we should watch her, and climbed on my lap.Let me be perfectly clear: BASSETS ARE PACK ANIMALS. If you think you can have just one, or be one of those "leave the dog in the yard" families, don't get a Basset.
But, if you want to start your new year with a warm, lovey dog in your lap who smells a bit like Fritos, periodically jams her wet nose into your face, and leaves long strands of hair on your shirt, get a Basset.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
donation opportunity...let's end 2008 with some good karma
San Diego Humane Society
Basset Hound Rescue of San Diego
Keep in mind these folks are happy to get even just $5 or $10 bucks; every little bit helps. But hey, if you can ante up $500, then go for it!
Here's a little video I cooked up for you, which I hope makes you smile. Oh, and I hope it leads you to consider donating to a needy cause :o). Turn up your speakers. Arooh!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
happy christmas from the lowdogs
This last week our local Basset Rescue held a fundraiser at a pub owned by a Basset owner. There were a couple dozen Bassets of all sizes there, and natch, Santa Claus. Toula wasn't having it, and kept looking to her Daddy for escape.
Molly, on the other hand, pulled her best long-eared look because her goal in life is to sit in every lap she can, and this was like a dream for her....
The bar provided "logo" polaroids which meant everyone got a picture with EFFEN Vodka printed on it. That is so kitschy it's delicious. Happy Effen Holidays!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
the vomiter
Last night she was walking between the sofa and the easy chair, and up it came. Only this time it was evidently burning her so she violently shook her head from side to side as she was walking. Not to put too fine a point on the story, but we were eating dinner on the sofa and, well, you can guess the rest based upon even a high school science understanding of trajectories.
Anyhoo, here's the good part. The reason I'm telling you this is that we have discovered the absolute best way to solve the cleaning problem associated with this. In two words: BAKING SODA.
We keep a 5lb. bag of Arm & Hammer baking soda from Costco on hand, and whenever there are wet accidents (dog-related or human related. I'm talking to you, wine spiller, and you know who you are), we pour a thick layer of the stuff on the wet. It soaks the wet up into the baking soda, rather than allowing it to soak down into the carpet. Then we let it dry, sometimes overnight, and come back with a shop-vac and suck it up.
Last night I sprinkled it all over the carpet, and the sides of the sofa and chair. This morning all I had to clean was a small spot out of the carpet, and do some light cleaning of the furniture.
If you have a pet with a similar problem, this is the safest, cheapest, and easiest solution.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
another lazy sunday
My friend now lives on the other side of the planet, and has another dog (not a Basset, sadly), but remains a Basset lover. Molly and Toula worshipped the ground she walked on while she was here, as she brought with her a bag of Three Dog Bakery treats! Now, THAT's a true friend! Barooh!
We took her and the lowdogs to the beach where we all had a terrible time and hated the weather. In fact, we wished it was snowing and we were all stuck inside with the flu.
Just checking to see if you're still reading.
Life sucks (Molly chasing Big D at the shoreline):Actually, what did suck was that it was high tide and there was a lot of seaweed on the shore. With seaweed comes kelp flies and we had to swat them away. It was very difficult and we were forced to go home, drink mimosas, and feed Three Dog Bakery treats to the bassets to recover from the trauma. Oh, how we keep surviving this I'll never know.
(BTW, Molly's itchy foot problem is subsiding thanks to a slight change in the weather, and regular doses of Benadryl.)
Here are 4 seconds of basset-y goodness, with the voice of Big D in the background. Isn't life grand?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
home remedy
Sadly, the sock, which is one of his designated work socks, tasted remarkably like Big D, which made it a sort of Daddylicious Smorgasbord of foot sweat, apple, and creamy hydrocortisony butter. MMMmmm, that's good sock stank.
So, suffice it to say that although she promptly went to sleep like this last night, we woke up this morning to Molly sucking her foot again, and a discarded, rather wet, dog-saliva soaked sock.
Sigh. I'm dialing the vet as soon as they open....
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
bunny sighting
This pic, taken from my Treo phone and therefore showing all the hallmarks of a crappy shot taken quickly with the subject of the photo escaping into the shrubbery (Pulitzer prize attempt lost again), occurred at the exact moment that Toula turned into a pillar of concrete. She literally froze and would not move. All the Dog Whispering "SHHTZS!" and pokes to her neck, were unsuccessful, as were the subsequent chain-yanking, hollerings of "OY! TOULA! LOOKIT ME!". Nothing would get that dog to draw away her attention.
Mind you, when she's in the house (read: AIR CONDITIONING) and a bun-bun is in our yard eating my plants and pooping in vast quantities she can't be bothered to even wink at the thing. I think I need to sit her down and re-visit the How To Be A Basset Hound manual, Chapters 1-3 again. And, there will definitely be a pop quiz at the end.
Monday, September 1, 2008
clean toys!
It's cleaning day, which means we sew up all the holes in the dog toys and toss them in the washer on LAVA HOT setting to get them clean. Mind you, getting the toys clean is usually a futile effort because someone invariably ends up doing something that circumvents my cleaning. Like this:
Sleeping in the flippin' dirt! She sleeps in soil, then walks back into the house, hops on the sofa, and deposits all the dirt in the crevices of the sofa! AAAAGGHH! kill me now. That's it, I'm getting a maid!
Sigh. I'm just cranky because Molly kept me up all last night chewing on her paw and scratching. She's allergic to the environment (trees, pollens, grasses, weeds, etc. Pretty much everything outdoors), and once in a while she is really impacted by it. Benadryl isn't doing a lot right now, so we're keeping an eye on her. I hope I don't have to start injecting her again...Sunday, August 24, 2008
beach day
It's been a tough few months with work projects for me, so I was out of the loop on the lowdogs blog. In an effort to return to normalcy, I brought my camera to the beach with the pups today. It was a beach we haven't been to in several years, even though it's the closest to our home, because it used to be mainly populated by untrained Pit Bulls with names like "Cujo" and "Shithead". But, over the years the community has changed a bit, and we were joined today by a more diverse crowd. We'll definitely be going back!
After returning from the beach, the dogs were coated in a fine sand that was embedded in their fur. Because we didn't want to clog our plumbing with it, we hosed them off in the back yard instead of in the tub. A little water, a few Milk Bones, some fists full of Head and Shoulders, and that seaweed smell and sediment was a distant memory!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
molly antics
First, I caught her snuggling up to a hard plastic rubber duckie, tail wrapped around it and all.
A couple hours later, I was looking for her through the house, yard, everywhere, and couldn't find her. I walked past the bathroom and found this sight:
Walking into the bathroom, I realized the temperature in there is at least 10 degrees cooler than the rest of the house. Smart dog.
Usually, when I get out the camera, Molly stops what she's doing or gets up and walks away, but she was so enjoying the cool tile that she just continued to lie there.
I'm sweating just typing this. To hell with this, I'm gonna go sit with Molly in the shower. Bye!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Whew. I'm back.
Two days before we left, we discovered Toula had a Urinary Tract Infection. Once we thought about it, we realized we had signs about it for a few weeks, and I felt terrible that it took us so long to figure it out! The night I discovered her problem, I crafted a plan. In the morning, I would grab a Tupperware container, leash up Toula, and take her outside where I would stick the Tupperware under her bum as she peed her morning's pee. It pays to be a woman who's had a UTI before and knows the program!
I took the 'sample' to the vet, and they gave me some antibiotics just in time. The sitter said it took about 3 days before Toula was feeling better, but it worked. Phew!
In the meantime, Molly's barfing problem has gone away. We feed them a 'splotch' of cottage cheese every night before they go to bed, and that's done the trick!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
lowdogs rise in the east
This morning I joined D. at the window, as he was tying his tie. Molly was outside on the grass in the familiar position.
"She's getting ready to yak, again. Wait for it. There she goes."Then, he turned to me, looked into my eyes, and said,
"Poor Molly."
"Someday you and I will be on vacation and gazing out the window at a beautiful, real sunrise, not a Basset sunrise."A girl can dream.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
molly's diagnosis: acid reflux?!
Anyhoo, we started to get worried as all sorts of Bad Things would pass through our minds. She was still typically happy, waggy, with bright eyes, and couldn't wait for her meals, so we figured she wasn't on death's door. We researched online and started feeding her cooked rice and boiled chicken, and D. even gave her some Maalox. Sadly, he didn't see the giant cherries on the bottle when he bought it, so the poor pup ate cherry-flavored white chalky stuff for a couple of days before she realized it really tasted like methyl ethyl gak and wasn't having any more of it, thank you very much.
Yesterday we arrived home to find more barf on the bathroom floor and the carpet (oh, joy), and made an appointment to see the vet. He sent her home with some medicine and a directive to us to feed her lots of little meals throughout the day, plus a cup of cottage cheese just before she goes to bed.
I don't know about Molly, but if I eat right before going to bed it gives me nightmares, so we'll see how she does...
Sunday, April 20, 2008
bath time: the final indignity
Bassets, being French, speak to us in French. Don't yours?
Sunday bath time this morning! Indignities include tooth brushing with vanilla-mint doggie toothpaste, ear cleaning, armpit scrubbing, and soaping of the schnozz. Pits-n-snags, as they say. All of which the lowdogs endure with trepidation, but little treats along the way soften the blow.
We get compliments all the time on how soft the dogs are. "What do you use?" people ask. "Ancient Chinese secret," we reply, pushing aside the Head and Shoulders. Dog shampoo? Hell, no, that stuff smells like cheap French perfume. Head and Shoulders works to get the oils out and keep the pups fresh and fluffy.
Then, we toss the dogs into the dryer on "air fluff", and Bob's yer Uncle. We have to pound on the dryer lid to shut them up, though. Don't want to wake the neighbors.
Molly, scrub-a-dub-dub:
Toula waits her turn:
Toula, scrub-a-dub-dub:
Molly's turn to wait while Toula's scrubbed:
Then, when they're both all shiny and fresh as a daisy, they're set free, and run about the house trying to get dirty again. This morning they shot out the back door and up the hill to say 'hello' to the neighbor dogs. So much for bath time. Ah, lowdogs.
Monday, April 14, 2008
dogpark
Took the lowdogs to the dogpark yesterday, Sunday. It was about a thousand degrees and they didn't do much but sniff around; hardly any other dogs were there. It was too hot for them to run around (and Molly hasn't been feeling well lately, which didn't help), so they mostly stayed in the shade and hung low. Molly does very well in the car on the drive over, but Toula - who used to get carsick when she was young - peeps the whole way like a bird. PEEP! PEEP! I guess it's part of her past life as a cockatiel....Hmmmm.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
highdog
She prefers to sit at the top of the stairs, on top of the hill in our yard, and, when we're at the sofa watching TV, she climbs to the top of the sofa and lays there stretched out like a cat. OK, maybe she was a cat in a past life. Oh, hell, maybe both, and she's gone 'round a couple times. She does tend to be naughty, and that's karma, baby.
At any rate, this morning she climbed up top and sat down on the back of D.'s neck, perfectly comfortable (for her). We couldn't roust her, so D. had to stand up and get off the sofa. She got down, then two seconds after he reseated himself, she got right back up there.
Cockatiel.
Monday, April 7, 2008
hover hound
It's official: Molly's knee seems to have healed, at least enough to allow her to have some fun. Yesterday we took her to the dog park, and after wandering around sniffing for about 15 minutes, leading us to believe she really wasn't up for a party, she suddenly shot off after the other dogs in a Basset Burst of speed! I captured one of these pshooooo! events with my Treo phone and had to share it here.
If you look closely, you can see all her paws are off the ground. She doesn't normally get this animated unless there's ham or a cookie bone involved, so this was a red letter day. Next time we go on a "grunt/drag" I'll have to remind her of this episode....
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
she's baaaaaack.
Took this with my Treo on our walk last night, and I must say I'm amazed that the phone can capture the waggy tail movement of the lowdogs. They are perpetually happy, thus constantly wagging, which makes it all the more important that we maintain a lowdog household forever. Because there are only so many glasses of wine that can be wagged off your coffee table before you realize Bassets are the Chosen Dogs.