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Shards of former plastic bag, defunct formerly-crowing chicken, random mass-market paperback, upside-down green bamboo bowl, near-headless panda tug, innocent puppy placid amidst fluffy chicken guts and panda brains.
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Two+ pound blue plastic bag of Panamanian rocks with representative selection lovingly chosen and displayed by one innocent puppy.
Posted on June 23, 2012 with 1 note ()
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Cardboard packaging from something I can’t remember, right Teva, soccer tug, crunched Dr. Pepper bottle, antler, left New Balance, rice-filled microwavable heating thingy, innocent puppy trying not to stare directly at brown bra he tried to hide under the corner of the rug.
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Nostalgic interlude: YOUR DAILY DOSE OF OVERWHELMING CUTENESS
Posted on June 8, 2012 with 10 notes ()
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Squeaky celery, small bright bird, panda tug, right New Balance, red round brush, small rope, soccer tug, Pebble Stone interior eggshell paint can, pillow from dog bed supporting: small paint roller fetched from bathroom project, one white sock, plastic hanger that will no longer hang, and front feet of very alert and innocent puppy.
Posted on June 3, 2012 with 5 notes ()
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Greek yogurt container preparing to ascend ramp made of upside-down cat scratching pad onto cushion upon which one innocent puppy is arranged on a bed of shredded cardboard and a tug-bone.
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The Aus That Roared…
…plus one highly unamused and forbearing black-and-white dog.
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Pale snale, rope formerly attached to green bone, plastic hanger, panda tug, brown painting paper with paint, pair of black socks, antler, random catalog insert, bright bird and stretchy bone, orange turtle, nitrile glove, red brush, 0% fat honey Greek yogurt container, hedgehog, Bed Head pump shampoo bottle, right brown shoe, innocent puppy conferring with talking Satan toy prior to claiming that the devil made him do it.
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Small Panamanian stone, Bed Head pump shampoo, paint tray (dried, alleluia!), blue shop towels in various states of shred, medium Panamanian stone, bar of delightful rose-soap, leash with coupler, innocent puppy thoughtfully reminding me to check the integrity of my carefully-constructed barrier intended to keep puppies out of bathroom projects….
Posted on May 15, 2012 with 1 note ()
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Happy Mother’s Day!
With much love from selfsame (and in this instance still quite) innocent puppy.
IN WHICH AN AUSTRALIAN SHEPHERD PUPPY SHOWS UP
AND TAKES OVER
It all started long ago and far away, when in the wilds of Knoxville, Tennessee in 1994, a blue merle Aussie named Pelli landed in my life and then proceeded to stick around for nearly 18 years. He died last July at the over-ripe age of 20 years and 4 months, and though his story is remarkable, this site is chiefly about his successor, Christopher.
There’s a reason I need introduce Pelli, though: in the last year or so of his life, my heretofore perfect dog decided that standard rules of canine etiquette (read: rules in general) no longer applied to him. At age 18 and not a bit senile, he started getting into trash, barking incessantly at the door, and, most notably, making collections. Left alone at home, Pelli (who by then was not precisely spry) would laboriously accumulate random items in his bed and hang out with them (or, if the spirit so moved, eat them).
A few examples:
-- Four dog food cans and one cat food can filched one-by-one from the recycling bin, sheet of bubble wrap, frozen dinner carton, box of colored frosting tubes, paper phone message
-- Target gift card, aluminum foil meticulously freed of brownies, walking map of Victoria, B.C., unopened Southwest Airlines peanut package
-- Plastic-wrapped mattress cover, rawhide chews box, rainbow catnip toy, two empty spray bottles
Never had a dog that did that before.
Christopher arrived mid-January. The first day I took him (then 6 weeks old) with me to the hospital, I closed him in an office for the day. When I came back to pick him up, he was asleep amid 7 different leashes, his food bowl, a coffee pot lid, a stuffed fuzzy toy, a rawhide chew, and two individually wrapped sponge mop heads. It was more than a little eerie, but I wrote it off at the time as a coincidental and isolated incident.
Yeah…. Not so much.
