The dogs played fetch, the kids played on the play structure and the sun shined. If it wasn't for the winter color to the grass, you would have no idea the photos were taken in was February!
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Is it winter?
You could not tell that it was February this past weekend. The coats weren't really necessary and the sunshine was fantastic!
The dogs played fetch, the kids played on the play structure and the sun shined. If it wasn't for the winter color to the grass, you would have no idea the photos were taken in was February!
The dogs played fetch, the kids played on the play structure and the sun shined. If it wasn't for the winter color to the grass, you would have no idea the photos were taken in was February!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Eeek! A snake
The dogs were barking like crazy this afternoon, so I walked outside to see what was going on. Lucy is on her front paws just barking and barking at this little guy.
It did occur to me AFTER I took a quick photo and brought the dogs inside that perhaps leaving it in the backyard without knowing what it was, let alone whether it is poisonous, might not have been the smartest thing I've ever done. And, of course, I cannot find it, now.
It did occur to me AFTER I took a quick photo and brought the dogs inside that perhaps leaving it in the backyard without knowing what it was, let alone whether it is poisonous, might not have been the smartest thing I've ever done. And, of course, I cannot find it, now.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Good dog, bad puppy
I happened to make a comment to a friend of mine that the puppies have not been as destructive on our home now that they are not puppies. We've actually taken to letting them have the run of the house when we aren't there, which is a huge change from last fall.
Most days I find them basking in the sun, leaving my house alone.
However, they puppies haven't completely given up their puppy hood. The only comparison that comes to mind is in the form of biking wisdom. As any cyclist knows, the fateful words from one of your riding buddies that will guarantee a bad ride is, "I've never had a flat tire." Every time someone has said that before a bike ride, the entire group ends up on a shoulder somewhere patching a tube and the humbled rider has a lesson on changing their first flat tire. I have done the doggie equivalent. I made the fateful mistake of bragging about the puppies improvement and even mentioned how well they were doing with the dog bed. I told my friend that the dogs had stopped chewing as much.
About 20 minutes after that conversation, I came downstairs where it had snowed in my living room. There was doggie bed stuffing everywhere.
Lucy was very pleased with herself. This was actually taken after I had cleaned up the bulk of the stuffing. I had no idea how much stuffing that dog bed held!
Most days I find them basking in the sun, leaving my house alone.
However, they puppies haven't completely given up their puppy hood. The only comparison that comes to mind is in the form of biking wisdom. As any cyclist knows, the fateful words from one of your riding buddies that will guarantee a bad ride is, "I've never had a flat tire." Every time someone has said that before a bike ride, the entire group ends up on a shoulder somewhere patching a tube and the humbled rider has a lesson on changing their first flat tire. I have done the doggie equivalent. I made the fateful mistake of bragging about the puppies improvement and even mentioned how well they were doing with the dog bed. I told my friend that the dogs had stopped chewing as much.
About 20 minutes after that conversation, I came downstairs where it had snowed in my living room. There was doggie bed stuffing everywhere.
Lucy was very pleased with herself. This was actually taken after I had cleaned up the bulk of the stuffing. I had no idea how much stuffing that dog bed held!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Puppies go swimming
The lake has gone to the dogs. Lucy is much more of a fan of jumping into the water than Max, but Max is not shy about stealing her toy once she does get close to the water's edge.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
A good day for the dogs
I've always felt that the kids had a great day when they come home dirty or muddy, but the dogs bring it to an all new level.
Pete took the dogs out today and they came back exhausted. I did require a bath for each puppy before they were allowed into the house.
Max, the mud king.
Pete took the dogs out today and they came back exhausted. I did require a bath for each puppy before they were allowed into the house.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Little N's Mew hat
This project has taken a lot longer than it should have! I started this as a test knit in October. It was coming along nicely and then I tucked my daughter into bed, leaving the knitting in a bag on an end table.
I knew better.
I've lectured the kids 100 times and they knew better.
My husband didn't have to say I told you so.
I tempted the puppies and they have no will power.
I came out to find a pink spider web pulled across my living room, with one dog on either end of it. Even though there are two colors in the hat, the puppies thought that pink was the color for them. It had to be the pink, the one where I was really cutting it close if I had enough to finish the hat. Lucy had pieces of yarn around one paw and a piece sticking out of her mouth with her tail going 100 miles per hour. Max, well, max had what was left of the skein in his mouth with his tail going just as fast.
The puppies were willing to trade my project with a toy and Pete took them outside so I could pick up the living room. Pulling the yarn with the puppies inside... not a good idea.
I picked up the yarn and salvaged what I could from the original knitting. I had to pull out a few rows and luckily there was no damage to my needles. What was left of the ball of pink yarn, was a complete and utter loss.
My son and I stopped by the local yarn shop and found a skein of pink in the same dye lot, which meant I could finish the hat. However, I had to put the hat away. I just didn't want to deal with the knots.
Finally, my sad little hat, the one I promised to test out the pattern for, needed to get off my needles. I was able to get past the point where I had been prior to the puppy-tug-o-war event with what was left and started into the new skein.
Little N is very happy with her hat.
Monday, August 18, 2008
My clutter busters
With two kids and two working adults, we are fighting a never ending battle against clutter. The mail, books, toys, it all ends up on the nearest flat surface. It drives me crazy! I think the puppies agree, they are making an attempt to help attack our clutter problem.
First, they would pick up items you left on the floor and take care of them for you. Shoes, toys, my knitting, these were all painful learning experiences as the puppies chewed their opinion on where things did or did not belong. As the puppies grew taller, their world expanded with them. They moved on and worked at clearing anything and everything that was left on the seat of the couch. They are now working on my end tables. My end tables have not been this clear since we put our house on the market and had to keep them clear.
At least I finally have someone who helps fight my clutter battle.
Max, the clutter buster
The kids staged a revolt this evening. They loaded up their toy shopping cart full of toys and pushed it into the living room with the one squeaky wheel loudly complaining about the weight of the toys piled as high as the kids could see. Both kids have been cordoned off in the play area, formerly known as a dining room, as the puppies became more interested in their toys. The baby gates I had planed on giving away have once again returned to the inside of the house. The kids walked out with their heavily loaded shopping cart and Big N appeared to have been selected as the spokesperson for the revolt. Big N stood as tall as he could and says sternly to the puppies, "We should be able to play in the living room!" Little N seconds the argument, "Yeah!" with her hands in fists on her hips and her feet firmly placed shoulder width apart.
I explained once more that the puppies did not understand and would want to share their toys. The kids sadly pushed their shopping cart to their bedroom as the squeaky wheel complained down the hall. Just before they shut the door, I heard a defeated Big N call out "No, Puppies!"
First, they would pick up items you left on the floor and take care of them for you. Shoes, toys, my knitting, these were all painful learning experiences as the puppies chewed their opinion on where things did or did not belong. As the puppies grew taller, their world expanded with them. They moved on and worked at clearing anything and everything that was left on the seat of the couch. They are now working on my end tables. My end tables have not been this clear since we put our house on the market and had to keep them clear.
At least I finally have someone who helps fight my clutter battle.
The kids staged a revolt this evening. They loaded up their toy shopping cart full of toys and pushed it into the living room with the one squeaky wheel loudly complaining about the weight of the toys piled as high as the kids could see. Both kids have been cordoned off in the play area, formerly known as a dining room, as the puppies became more interested in their toys. The baby gates I had planed on giving away have once again returned to the inside of the house. The kids walked out with their heavily loaded shopping cart and Big N appeared to have been selected as the spokesperson for the revolt. Big N stood as tall as he could and says sternly to the puppies, "We should be able to play in the living room!" Little N seconds the argument, "Yeah!" with her hands in fists on her hips and her feet firmly placed shoulder width apart.
I explained once more that the puppies did not understand and would want to share their toys. The kids sadly pushed their shopping cart to their bedroom as the squeaky wheel complained down the hall. Just before they shut the door, I heard a defeated Big N call out "No, Puppies!"
Monday, June 30, 2008
Pig tails turned puppy toys
My daughter has finally grown enough hair for pig tails. However, she has not learned how to sit still while she has her pig tails put in, which means on the days she asks for 2, her ponies are not straight. Last Christmas, Santa gave her pony tail holders with long ribbons and she can finally keep them in her hair. She wore them for the first time over the weekend.
The ribbon pony tail holders on two ponies required a dance to show her enthusiasm. There was lots of jumping and shaking as she pranced and wiggled all over, shaking her head from side to side, giggling when her ribbons tickled her nose. Unfortunately, her dancing drew attention from the puppies as she walked out the back door and continued her dance for daddy.
I was not aware that we had pony tail attack dogs. My poor daughter was ambushed. She had a puppy on either pony the minute she walked out to the grass. With 6 lbs on one side and 7 lbs on the other, she went down on her back as the puppies wagged their tails and wiggled and played with their pony tail toys. It happened faster than you can say, "Bad dog! Bad dog!"
The morale of the story, I do not have to attach dog toys to my daughter's head to make the puppies like her.
The ribbon pony tail holders on two ponies required a dance to show her enthusiasm. There was lots of jumping and shaking as she pranced and wiggled all over, shaking her head from side to side, giggling when her ribbons tickled her nose. Unfortunately, her dancing drew attention from the puppies as she walked out the back door and continued her dance for daddy.
I was not aware that we had pony tail attack dogs. My poor daughter was ambushed. She had a puppy on either pony the minute she walked out to the grass. With 6 lbs on one side and 7 lbs on the other, she went down on her back as the puppies wagged their tails and wiggled and played with their pony tail toys. It happened faster than you can say, "Bad dog! Bad dog!"
The morale of the story, I do not have to attach dog toys to my daughter's head to make the puppies like her.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Our newest additions
Let me introduce you to Max and Lucy, two English Springer Spaniel puppies. They were 8 weeks old on Friday.
My husband convinced me that we need two puppies. Big N loved running with them, but little N appreciated the kisses. My son was a little hesitant around them, but I think he will come around. He was a little unsure of the nips on his fingers.
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