I haven't posted for a bit, I apologize. This past weekend I was in Hermosa Beach for a bachelorette party. My wonderful mother babysat the dogs for me while I was gone.
I don't have any new photos to post, so I thought I'd post a random one. I can't believe how tiny Tank looks in this picture. His head reminds me of that scene in Beetlejuice where that guy sprinkles the dust on Beetlejuice's head and it shrinks.
Oh, and it's kind of hard to tell, but I'm wearing a bindi on my forehead. I just don't want anyone to mistake it for a giant zit or something.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Three fun facts about the dogs flatulence:
1. When Lucy toots, she startles herself.
2. Tank has tooted before and awoken Lucy from a deep sleep.
3. Tanks toots can clear a room.
I don't have a picture to clearly illustrate any of these things so a random sequence of pictures will have to do:
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I got home from work today, grabbed a beer, my camera and headed out to the backyard to take some pictures. It is 109 degrees here in Arizona, so it's not like I was going to spend a large amount of time outside, but I wanted to try to get some new pictures of the dogs for the blog. Well, as soon as I closed the sliding glass door, it locked. I have no idea how this was possible, as you can't lock the door and then try to shut it. It's impossible. You have to shut the door first, then lock it. The only explanation that I have for this is that I have a ghost occupying my house. A cruel ghost who wants me to suffer from heat stroke.
My house has been robbed. They got in through the dog door because it used to be large enough to fit a Great Dane. A steel plate was made to make it smaller so that the biggest thing getting through that door was a fat pug.
Here's a picture with my hand in front of the dog door for size comparison.
The only reason I was able to fit through that dog door is because I have crazy shoulders. I can pop them out of place if need be. This situation was a "need be" because all I had was a camera and a beer. I might have been able to build some sort of communication device with said beer and camera to contact someone to come and help me, but sadly, I'm no MacGyver.
Here's a picture I managed to get of the dogs during this ordeal. They thought it was necessary to try to help from inside the house, where it was air conditioned. Thanks guys!
Tank was obsessed with a dying agave plant that was in the backyard. He would grab entire stems off of this (prickly!) plant and bring them inside and eat them. I ended up having to dig up the whole plant and throw it away. I noticed he had a redness to his lips (the pictures don't do it justice) and an internet search turned up that agave plants can cause irritation to the skin.
I must say, the color really brings out his eyes.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
First off, let me just start by saying how I really wish I had gotten this photo in focus.
This is what it looks like when you awaken Her Royal Highness out of her beauty sleep.
It wags whenever she sees me. It flies at half mast when she's running full speed. And it flattens out when she's relaxed. Sometimes it can even resemble a soft serving of ice cream.
One thing's for sure, it couldn't be more perfect.