What?
What you mean, Lady?
I mean get your cute little tooshies over here so I can take your pictures.
Okay. We're here. Now give us food.
Who is going to volunteer to go first?
I guess I will.
Because Rufus is a Loser with a Capital L.
Hey! Be nice, Stell.
Okay, now hold still.
Done, Lady. Now give me food.
It's right there. I can see it.
Seriously, Lady. Give. Me. Food.
Listen, Stella, if you're going to be all greedy about this, I'll move on to Rufus.
I like sniffing chairs.
I want food, too.
I'm bored.
You suck, Mom. We quit.
Portrait Session is over, I guess.
A little bit of everything - crafts, food, kid stuff, stories, pictures of my dog, pictures of my family, things I think about life. You know. Bloggy stuff.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Woe is my dog
A chronicle of Stella injuries and surgeries in the 1 yr 4 mos that she has owned us.
For those faint of heart and squeamish of doggie owies, you may not want to scroll down...
This was when we learned Stella had skin like a cats (at least that's what our vet said)...and nine lives. Basically, her skin bubbles up and sloughs off, so she has no skin at all sometimes (I know cats don't get this, but dogs aren't supposed to have cat-like skin). They can't staple this shut because the skin is just gone. This is mid-healing-process.
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This was when Stella had *Canine Cosmetic Surgery* aka Botox for her eyes (translate:entropian surgery) and a nose job (translate:nostrils widened so she didn't foam at the nose on walks and snore like a freight train anymore). Le sigh.
This was when we let Stella outside to pee and she came back with both of her eyebrows split open and a gash on her nose. At midnight no less.
See, I steek my tongue out at you, you foolish person!
It was a bit bloody even after stitches.
Shar peis are supposed to be expensive dogs to get from breeders (bad idea anyway)...we got ours from the pound for $65. She ended up costing many dollars anyway in medical bills. It's a good thing we love you, Stellabutt.
For those faint of heart and squeamish of doggie owies, you may not want to scroll down...
This was when we learned Stella had skin like a cats (at least that's what our vet said)...and nine lives. Basically, her skin bubbles up and sloughs off, so she has no skin at all sometimes (I know cats don't get this, but dogs aren't supposed to have cat-like skin). They can't staple this shut because the skin is just gone. This is mid-healing-process.
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This was when Stella had *Canine Cosmetic Surgery* aka Botox for her eyes (translate:entropian surgery) and a nose job (translate:nostrils widened so she didn't foam at the nose on walks and snore like a freight train anymore). Le sigh.
This was when we let Stella outside to pee and she came back with both of her eyebrows split open and a gash on her nose. At midnight no less.
See, I steek my tongue out at you, you foolish person!
It was a bit bloody even after stitches.
Shar peis are supposed to be expensive dogs to get from breeders (bad idea anyway)...we got ours from the pound for $65. She ended up costing many dollars anyway in medical bills. It's a good thing we love you, Stellabutt.
Monday, February 16, 2009
My Dogs Have Mad Skillzzzz
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Hey Doggies, what's wrong?
We hate snow in February.
Well, that's too bad because Mr. Groundhog called for six more weeks of winter...
WHAT?!?
Where can we find this Mr. Groundhog?
Groundhogs live in holes.
Like this one?
Don't worry, we'll find that little jerk and make him pay.
HELLLLLOOOOO...MR. GROUUUUNDHOOOOOOG!
I don't think he's in there, guys. You'll just have to talk to him some other day.
Yeah, well this is what I think of Groundhog's Day!
STELLA!
HMPH!
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Rufus decided that I was doing a bad job of walking Stella and he could do it better.
Well, that's too bad because Mr. Groundhog called for six more weeks of winter...
WHAT?!?
Where can we find this Mr. Groundhog?
Groundhogs live in holes.
Like this one?
Don't worry, we'll find that little jerk and make him pay.
HELLLLLOOOOO...MR. GROUUUUNDHOOOOOOG!
I don't think he's in there, guys. You'll just have to talk to him some other day.
Yeah, well this is what I think of Groundhog's Day!
STELLA!
HMPH!
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Rufus decided that I was doing a bad job of walking Stella and he could do it better.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
International Day of Running
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