Monday, October 29, 2007

Shut up, Lars!!

"You're not the boss of me! Shut up!"

Lars is an evil little shit. He has designated me "Auntie Chuck-It RIGHT NOW Lady." Even though he has his own perfectly good Dad with his own perfectly functioning Chuck-It, Lars believes I should throw his ball for him ... endlessly. Never mind I am throwing balls for my own three numbskulls, and trying to entice a little orange tube with a Wootie toy, AND trying to capture it all on film. If I ignore Lars, he hooks his foot around my ankle and tries to trip me, then barks at me. Or he shoulder-checks me in the knees and then he barks at me.

Or else he just barks at me.

(Cookie Uncle is meanwhile usually sitting on a log trying to lure puppies to him so he can chat up their attractive owners. Lars has lost faith in Dad's Chuck-It abilities.)

And speaking of Shut Up, I wish I could capture a hound baying in a photograph. Because the guy that owns this dog was asked to take his dog home by someone who lives near the dogpark and was tired of hearing "BAWOOOO BAWOOO BAWOOOO."

This hound dog never-stopped-baying. If he wasn't baying at his owner to throw his ball, he was baying at other dogs for the sure joy of hearing his own (very loud) voice.

But the funniest thing about the hound baying is what it does to Wootie:

Some dogs howl when they hear fire engine sirens. Woo doesn't. But something about the particular pitch of this hound's sound causes Wootie to howl his little heart out.

Poor Red Dog says he would rather drown than hear it.

As for Tweed, I'm not sure what's going on with Tweed here. You probably can't either, so I drew a big arrow for you to see what you're supposed to look at.

I know, I know - "We're tired of your boring beach stories, Food Lady, show us puppies."


Here are all the merle pups on day two on this earth. The little non-conformist black puppy was nowhere to be seen.
They're clearly feeling a lot better, because they aren't all huddled together all the time, which means they are sufficiently toasty warm.

Mama Dog is feeling a lot better too. I guess everything comes together after you take two giant dumps on the living room floor, and finish it up with a great lake of pee on a dog bed.
The good news is she did all of this right by the patio door, so she clearly wanted to go outside. Since then, she has done her business outside where she is supposed to.

Taking pictures of merle puppies is like taking picture in a hunting store. Just a bunch of camo!

It's easier and much cuter when they are on their own:

Then again, a stack of merley tails is pretty darn irresistible.


Natalie said...

Ohhhh my gosh, the little puppy tongue!!!!

Wootie looks hilarious howling. And Tweed.... well... WTF?? LOL!

mammalsandbirds said...

Don't know how you do it, blog after blog. I know it helps with cute pups and great dogs as subjects (and cookie uncle isn't bad either:), but every time I read one of your entries, I'm left with a laugh in my bones (well, occasionally a tear too), some warm fuzzy in my heart and the urge to run out with my dog and make sure she has just as much fun as yours do. Thank you, cookie lady, for your blog, and for being there when that mamma and her babes needed you. (I love the nut idea for names.) Can you post one of the little black beast soon?

Anonymous said...

Oh food lady, all those little pink noses and feet, and fat little tummies. Mamma looks soo happy, content, and well loved. Just gives ya the warm fuzzies.

riva said...

Wootie does NOT look hilarious howling...he looks handsome. Or at least a certain howling husky thinks so! ;-)

I think its the pup tails that get me...I'm thinking I want one of those white and merle ones...


Jen said...

Puppy tails, yum!

AmyS/BcBerri said...

Wat to go Tweed! Improvise, adapt, overcome!

Jennifer said...

thanks for all your work - blogging and dogging. your photography is inspired and pure fun. lucky dogs!