Don't Touch My Wiener!

Mr. Woo will be absent from today's entry. Because Mr. Woo DOESN'T FOLLOW THE RULES and pretty much the second I took my hand off the wiener, Mr. Woo *grabbed* it and ate it - "NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!!!" Bastard! Even with my hands down his throat, he still managed to consume 7/8ths of a wiener in 1/100th of a second.

The game doesn't last very long if Woo eats all the props!

And so ... No Woo For You!

Hey, who wants to see my wiener?

"I would!"

"Oh! Me! Me! Me too!"

Okay then. But no touching.

I said no touching!

"No touching what? I don't see anything. No wiener here. Nope. There is NO WIENER on my foot."
(it's called a coping mechanism)

Let's just see a close up

Piper. HEY, Piper!

"Leave me alone, I'm making sure the wiener doesn't go anywhere."

"Can I touch it yet? Please?"

Piper ... is there a wiener on your foot?

"Nope. Not at all. Nuthin' there."

Okay, that game wasn't all that hard. It's more difficult to play in pairs.

The Double No Touching The Wiener Game.
...and this is where the game ended. Because when I told the dogs they could eat the wieners, Piper had been pretending so hard that there was no wiener on her foot, that she actually FORGOT there was a wiener on her foot. And when I released them from their no-touching stay, she stood up, took a step and kicked the piece of wiener across the room.

WIENERS FROM HEAVEN!!

And she went scrambling after it flashing Mad Teeth (tm) at everything in her path. I was laughing way too much to take photos.

But who had fun playing the wiener game?

"I did!"

"Me me me! I did!"

"I don't get why I was kicked out of the game. I ate the wiener. Isn't that the point?"

"you dogs are all on crack."

Why is it so much fun to say "wiener?"

FAiL!

Today's entry is a small homage to The Fail Blog.

But first, Tweed wants to thank you all for your concern, comments and emails. He wants you to know that he's just fine. And by fine, I mean he's like this:

i.e. - as "fine" as Tweed gets. Oh and his shoulder is better too. He played agility last night for the first time in many weeks and he was *so* excited that every time the barn door opened for a new classmate, he bent himself in half, hollered "WooWooWoo-ooo-owowowow-waaaa-wwww" and crab-wiggled over to welcome them. It was Tweed's party, and he could be a dork if he wanted to.

Anyway. Back to

FAil

"I got it, I got it!"

"OMG! Here it comes! It's coming!"

Uh oh.

FAiL!

Interlude: a word about today's photos

Recently I purchased a Canon 20D (thanks Derek!) as an upgrade to my much slower 300D. Getting a new camera is like getting a new boyfriend (except way lots better!) - each one has its own quirks and personality. For example, Woo's orange-ness gives this new camera the fits, and I have to fiddle with the settings or he comes out FLAMIN'-freakin'-orange on settings that would be more subtle on the 300D

And because we are new to one another, me and the 20D don't always see eye-to-eye. Sometimes I forget to change certain settings because they're in a different place than on the 300D and so my little rituals get messed up (<--OCD). Anyway, it was grey and almost-rainy out today; this is only me and 20D's 2nd or 3rd date, and my zoom lens doesn't operate at its best in low light. So not all the photos are great with respect to quality. However, sometimes the *content* of the photos is pretty damn funny, which is why I've included them anyway. For example: In this FAiL, Piper is out of focus and the framing and exposure are both off.
However, if you look closely, you can see how Piper's nose is all wrinkled up as she anticipates getting hit in the face with the FAiL frisbee, and you can see the slobber in the air above her face from the sheer effort of her FAiL. I thought that was pretty damn funny.

I promise, as me and 20D get to know one another, the quality of the photos will improve.

Mr. Woo decides not to risk any aerodynamics and goes straight to
GROUND FAiL

"Arrgh! Get in mah belly!"
ha ha! Look at his face!

Not every FAiL was action based. I tried to get a handsome portrait of Tweed and instead I just got

FAiL

tried again, and got MORE FAiL!
Although to be honest, I really like that last one. And it gave me an idea, so I took this photo which is not a FAiL (though it *is* of a "Labradoodle" and in my not-so-humble opinion, ridiculously overpriced crossbreed dogs with silly name tags and the people who purchase them are their own special kind of FAiL).

This Is A "LabraNose"

Which lead to a sweet shot of Piper:

And by the time we got back to Tweed, our luck had returned. This camera actually really likes Tweed a lot.

In other news, I tried to get a portrait photo of Donut, but all I got was

FAiL

Stupid cat.

Happy Thursday!

Mmmm, Meat

(In advance, I apologize for the rather poor quality of the photos. Me and my Sigma 17-70mm are having relationship 'issues')

Yup. Meat.

(meanest.game.ever.begins .... now)

No Touching Allowed.

"Meat? What Meat?"

"Oh ... this? This meat? Didn't really notice."

"In fact, if you hadn't pointed it out I wouldn't even have-"

*picks up meat. Runs away*

BADDOG!!

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"Meat? What meat?"

"I didn't notice any meat but YOU BETTER NOT F*CKING COME NEAR IT ANYWAY!"

(Meat Mad Teeth (tm))

*Food Lady lets Piper have the meat, as is afraid for her life if she doesn't*

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"Oh my god ... MEAT! MEATMEATMEAT! Meeeeaaaaat. omg."

(the sounds a camera can't capture ... "mmmmnnnnnnnoooohhhmmmmmm-uhuhuh..mmmmnnnnn")

"*sigh* I wish I could just - hey! Is that a GIANT MONSTER behind you?"

*NOM.NOM.NOM*

"Dude, thanks, that was dee-lish!"

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BAD-COUNTER-MEAT-KITTY!!!

Dinner time is rarely boring at The Food Lady's.

This weeks' Blog Recommendation: Visit two of our favourite k9 peeps, Kate and Bella, at Just Another Dog Blog.

Me And Mr. Jonze...

At last ... Wootie and the Giant Un-Wootie, together in a single photo.

He's HUGE!

Today we replaced the Wootie Toy, since the Food Lady sucks at throwing the Flying (*looks both ways for Woo, lowers voice*) Squirrel. And yet, improving the toy did not improve the shots.

Some days we get Big Air.

Some days ... not so much

But we did get a nice surprise at the beach today. We ran into our ... cousin(?), Jonze.


Actually, I'm not sure exactly how Jonze is related to us, but he belongs to Jasmine, who is the sister of the man that my sister has the hots for / lives with / etc.

Anyway. We *Heart* Jonze. And Jonze *Hearts*us. And you too. You can tell, because he carries his heart on his sleeve. Or his bum, rather. See?
Jasmine is a very talented photographer. You should go look at her photos when you have a minute. You will love them.

And you know what else I love?

This puppy.

I love him for reasons galore; his fuzzywuzzyness, his snuzzleability, his cross-eyes, and his Eastie-Westie feetsies and his super duper puppy full body hugs.

I'm going to miss him. If you never see another post on this blog again, it's because I pulled a runner with Kuro in the night and I'm on the lam!!

But alas, it's not to be. I don't have time to pull a runner because Tweed is getting x-rayed at the vet clinic tomorrow. Seems that I broke the front half of him right after I fixed the back half, and his shoulder isn't working right. My Nicaraguan photo trip money just got funneled straight into my vets' pockets. I don't know *how* they do it. They are fiscal sleight-of-hand masters.

Tweed says: "Blows."

Mr. Jonze!

Gah

World's. Cutest. Puppy.

And I only have two days left to enjoy him.


Oh and we decided Woo is dancing to Thriller in this photo. Go Woo.