Friday, November 28, 2008

Mmmm. Tastes like chicken

He loves me

He loves me not.

He loves me.

But I love him not.

He loves me.

And it makes me feel weird!

Help! Help! She's taste testing me!

OMG. This is where I die.

Tweed tastes funny.

I do?

I'm gonna eat Piper. Rawr!


Just kidding. I love her.

Veritable love fest.

strategically smeared peanut butter may have been used in the making of this entry.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

We Are Family

Here's a photo to warm the cockles of your heart (whatever those might be). A touching snapshot of a boy and his dog.


Hold the phone, sister - that's not that boy's dog. That's MY dog!!

And that boy has his own dogs! He has Hayden:

And he has Jack!

Once upon a time, we were family, and Piper had all her brothers (and me).

Piper has to look twice as tough as she really is amongst all those boys; that's why she sits like a bulldog. Grrr. She's SO tough.

Can't you tell?

At least she can still outrun them.

Tweed was so happy to see his ex stepbrothers, as even though he lacks uppy-ears, they still let him be part of the gang.

I've missed my boys! Although, if I'm being honest, I suspect Hayden is clinically insane.

Also, he didn't seem like he missed me. Jack, OTOH, was ecstatic. He probably remembers how good I taste, and was waiting for the opportunity to take a bite out of me. Again.

Awww, Jack. I'm too smart to turn my back on you!

You know how when you go back and revisit something that you did, or who you were, you are sort of transported momentarily right back into that moment and you sort of live it all over again?

Do you think dogs experience that as well? We have not seen The Boy and His Dogs for a couple of years, at least. We arrived at Bridgeman a few minutes before they did, and when they met up with us, Piper was both excited, and confused. She behaved almost like she was lost, or guilty, and glued herself to The Boy's leg with her tail plastered to underbelly like she'd done something horribly wrong, or felt terrible. I wonder if she had a When World's Collide experience, doggy style?

She'd always had a crush on The Boy, and was his virtual slave.

"I'll carry your Chuck-It for you, Boy! Can I do anything else to make your day brighter?"
I have no idea what Tweed's doing here.

Maybe he had lost his mind.

The reunion family portraits didn't go as well as I'd hoped, mostly because a) Jack and Hayden no longer listen to me ("you're not my mum!") and b) Tweed was all NO TOUCHING!

And Woo was all "this photo is all about me. I'm going to take up as much of the frame as doggedly possible."

And then he just ... left.

Tweed was so excited about seeing The Boy and His Dogs that he was still in a euphoric mood when we got home. He was in such a good mood, that he even deigned to play with a somewhat skeptical Wootie.

But pretty soon he totally crashed.

And Mr. Woo, who didn't remember anyone in his old family, was like "Why'd you make me hang out with those whacknuts anyway?"

So I sat down to edit photos and Nutz said "Step away from my computer desk, bitch."

Christ! What a grump!

"Whatever could you possibly mean? I'm an ANGEL!"

Monday, November 17, 2008

This is Tweed

This is Tweed.

This is Tweed now that he's REALLY MAD!


Good question! I'm glad you asked!

On Sunday, My Special Little Guy got his third and final Masters Standard Q to successfully complete the requirements for the title of Masters Agility Dog of Canada!

This is, dear viewers, nothing short of a miracle. For starters, Tweed's performance is usually severely retarded by his handler, who has all the skill of a coma victim who lost all her limbs in an unfortunate sledding accident.

Secondly, keeping this deficit in mind, Tweed likes to average one Titling Q per year. He got one in September of 2007, and then blessed us with another surprise Q in September 2008. So we consider this second Titling Q in a two month span as The Food Lady's Christmas Bonus.

Traditionally, Tweed has brilliant performances when no one has a video camera handy. I have loads of really really super shitty runs recorded for posterity. And while this may not have been his (or my) finest moment, it's definitely one of my proudest!

The sound on this video is off by a second or two, and I can't get rid of it, but you can hear the barn erupt in cheers, if a bit prematurely. We've been chasing this title for an awfully long time!

So ... congratulations Tweird!

In other perfectly lovely news, we are celebrating birthdays tomorrow at Casa de Food Lady. It's my birthday, and it's also the imaginary birthday I gave to both Piper and Mr. Woo since both have pasts shrouded in mystery, but birthdates sometimes around November.

Miss P is a ripe old 6 years of age.

And the family clown, Mr. Woo, reaches a milestone of a whole 3 years.

Happy Birthday Monsters!

Saturday, November 15, 2008


I feel like I have been waiting my whole life to take this photo, and finally today I did.
Bless Mr. Woo for his weird and wonderful ways. I threw no ball. I gave him no instructions. We simply were visiting MacDonald Beach today and Wootie swam out to a little clump of rocks for no reason at all, and then decided to SPROING back to shore.

I like that photo so much I almost don't want to post anything else!

But I don't want to upset Tweed's fans.

Or Piper's.

And to think I was worried I wouldn't get anything decent, as I left our walk until kinda late today.

It started out with some blue sky and sun peeping through the clouds.

But it started looking rather ominous before too long.

But this brave soul was not worried, he was just really enjoying his walkies.

It was even warm enough for some light swimming ... and posing.

But Piper says no matter how warm it is, it's never okay for Tweed to beat her to the ball. Because that makes her angry.

This is something Woo thinks about carefully.

He's been on the other side of that fence.

Piper thinks it would be a good idea if you were to adopt this dog:

from Inland Northwest Rescue in Idaho.

Because she thinks one of her is plenty, and that The Food Lady doesn't need to adopt her doppelganger.

And speaking of doppelgangers, we have also found my dearly departed Briggs' stunt double.


Bailey has more white on him than Briggs did, but they share a remarkable resemblance!

Bailey was adopted (yay!) as a senior (yay!) from a shelter in Colorado. You can read more about him here.

Now everyone has a doppelganger except for Tweed.

I guess he truly is one of a kind. A very strange and kind of annoying one of a kind.


Please don't be concerned, but Nutz is going to hunt you down, and then kill you.

Just for fun.