Idle Hands Are The Devil's Playground

or something like that.

First things first.

Thanks to all of your for comments and emails about the loss of my dear departed Toilet Kitty. His death was very traumatic and sad, I'm not ready to share it with you yet. But all of your condolences and kind words and well wishes were really, really nice and very comforting. It meant a lot to me. And if Toilet Kitty knew about them ... well, he wouldn't give a shit, because he's a cat and they don't care. But at least one of us does.

So anyway.

Now that my bathroom is empty, I decided it was best to refill it as soon as possible. And because I do everything in a big way, I went out and stuffed it with these:

Ha ha! You should see the look on your face! I'm just kidding, I didn't put these in my bathroom.

They wouldn't fit. I put them in the Northwest corner of the shoebox-cum-apartment that my border collies let me live in. It surprised me to learn that if I didn't usually keep a deep freeze full of dog food in that area, I could fit a small table and chairs there and eat like a normal person, as opposed to balancing a plate on my knees and swatting away dog tongues while I do it. Also, the deepfreeze looks like crap in the living room.

But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Yesterday this sweet Australian Shepherd mix was picked up by Animal Control. I guess she was so grateful to them that she bestowed up on them 8 little presents in the middle of the night. Come morning, some of those 8 little presents were dying because the shelter floor is cold cement. One had already passed away.


When the shelter called one of my volunteers this morning with a desperate plea for help, and then she called me, I said "No, absolutely not, no freakin' way am I taking a litter of newborn puppies." Then I hung up the phone, called Adrian and sent him out to Chilliwack to pick them up.

*Le sigh* My next tattoo is going to say S.U.C.K.E.R. and it's going straight across my forehead, behind which there is no brain or sense.

(Anyway, ladies, I should mention that Adrian is still single. And still looking. And if there is anything that will tug at a woman's heartstrings, it has to be a big man carefully carrying a load of small puppies up the stairs swaddled in a blanket and cradled in his arms . For the first time ever, he almost didn't repulse me.)

Now I have all these puppies in my apartment. And my dogs are mad. The Mad Teeth (tm) are flashing left, right and center. Red Dog remembers very clearly the day I brought home Wicked and he didn't like it then, and doesn't like it now. Tweed doesn't like the fact that Mama Dog gets a big bowl of food all to herself and he can't have any of it. Piper doesn't like the fact that there are things cuter than her in my apartment. Woo's just an idiot and keeps sitting on the coffee table. We've had four visitors today, which is four more than we usually have (puppies make Food lady popular!) so my dogs are going off their nuts with the excitement of it all.

But you don't want to hear me babble on about having puppies in my apartment. You want to see photos.

There are 3 girls and 4 boys. Two very dark merles, two lighter merles, two white pups with some merling, and one almost solid black little non-conformist.


There will, of course, be more photos to come. Right now, I am just letting them settle in and get comfortable. You know that apartment you had just after college, and you shared it with one or more other people, and it was a one bedroom and you cleverly made a partition with an old sheet so you could have some privacy? Yeah, that's me now. Except my roommate is 7 little hairy potatoes and their Grand Potato.

What I need now are names. There are, doG willing, 7 pups remaining. Snow White and the 7 Dwarves is out, because we used those names on a recent litter. So we need names in a "Seven" theme for the pups. When they are old enough, assuming I haven't been taken to the Bin by the nice men in the overly white coats, they will be neutered and adopted out to new homes through our rescue. If you have some name suggestions, please leave a comment!

And so my homies don't feel left out, here's a shout out to my own dogs.


The Furry Orange Sausage trying to camouflage himself from squirrels:

Piper tries to overthrow The King

The Tongue

And Donut is ... Donut. Probably doing something bad.

ETA: I ALREADY got called mean names for the phrase "almost didn't repulse me" with respect to Cookie Uncle and this post has only been up for 10 minutes! Here is my penance.

Ladies, the Dogman:

He doesn't seem to repulse the woman giving him the eye in that photo, does he? *nudge nudge, wink wink*