Showing posts with label the boyz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the boyz. Show all posts

Friday, February 1, 2008

As My Daddy Used to Say...



If you ain't the lead dog the scenery never changes.

Mattyboy asked for more pictures of the dogs. Is this what you had in mind?

The boyz have been cooped up in the house because they were nearly freezing themselves to the trees whenever they went out for a pee. The fatboy was skipping going outside altogether, finding the corner of my daughters bed more convenient. On an up note, since her bedspread gets washed daily, her asthma's been better. The vet said maybe he has a urinary tract infection, would you bring in a pee sample from his first pee of the day? Ben took that sample Wednesday morning. I took it to the vet but stopped for one errand on the way. Since it was -10 or something, the pee froze while in my car. So I had to re-take the sample this morning. Fatboys first pee today? 4:30 am. I had to put on all my snow clothes and chase him around the snowy yard in the dark with a little tray you stick under him when he goes to pee. Yeah, I freaked him out. He'd start to pee, I'd lunge, he'd quit and run away. I'd chase and repeat. The first time he stood still long enough for me to stick the tray under him I discovered he wasn't squatting to pee, he was doing numba two. I did get the sample. I am heading straight for the vets with it.

Doin' time for the peeing crime

Thursday, January 17, 2008

3 Dog Nite

Holy Frack! It is a three dog night out there and I've only got two. And they're small. And the fat, warm one smells. And looks like this:

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Hey, Michael Vick! What are you doing in my yard?

The boyz are just playing. Quit trying to make book on my dogs.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Get to know the boyz


I gather that bloggers are supposed to occasionally post pictures of their pets. So here they are, the boyz. Fez and Angus.

My brother says I am running a home for ugly dogs. Whaa? Beauty is not on the outside as my imaginary television mother would say. It is what is on the inside that counts. And what is on the inside of that pug has a horrible, horrible stink.