Showing posts with label Hayden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hayden. Show all posts

Sunday, December 13, 2009

It's beginning to look a lot like

... like it's damn cold outside!
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That's the start of our first official snowfall. I realize it doesn't look like much, but that was taken two hours ago. Now the snow has covered everything already, and my thermometer tells me it's -3 outside. That's just too darn cold. And the snow continues to fall.

ETA: A similar view just 2 hours later. And it's still snowing like crazy!
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I would have risked the Wrath of the Dogs and declared a moratorium on outside time today, but I had to go out this morning to pick up The Package.

ZOMG!
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That's Little Man, fresh from Kamloops, gimpy leg and all.

Il est joli, est il non ?
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He's a lot fluffier than Dexter, though way smaller. And he's says that's fine, as he doesn't even want to be confused with Dexter, whom he does not really like.

Gee, I wonder why.

BONZAI!!!!!
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Where ya goin', Gimpy? Come back here and play with me!
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He probably feels a little vulnerable with that bum leg, and Mr. Bossy Boots wasn't really instilling confidence in him, poor wee felly.

And he still doesn't have a name, can you believe that? His previous owners were calling him "Lucky" but given that they managed to get him run over by a car within a week or so of owning him, that's a bit of a cruel irony ... even for me. So he needs a name. Any suggestions?

He's pretty cute, and you can see that one hip is no good. As I type, he standing there staring at one of the cats on just 3 legs. He looks normal when he runs, but he's not putting any real weight on that leg. This week he'll be going into our vet with his x-rays for a re-evaluation and then we'll schedule the surgery. And it's all thanks to the so so many of you who donated toward these costs! Some donated a little, some donated a lot and in the end we have what should be enough to cover the costs of making this little pants-biting miracle all better again!

Congrats to Amy Miller, who won the custom pet portrait from Laughing Dingo Studios!

I didn't get too many shots of him, I'm sorry. It was just too cold outside and my camera, which is on its last legs at the best of times, becomes sluggish and uncooperative in the cold.

And it is cold. The snow continues to fall, which Piper thinks is a lousy reason for me to not walk them.
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Woo could care less. It's not as though he actually walks anyway.
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And it's Dexter's first snow fall!! I was excited for him.
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What's that white stuff falling from the sky?
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It's been a busy week for us, as fosters come in and move on. Little Man will be going to another foster home this afternoon, where he won't be tempted to wrassle with Dexter after his surgery.

We temporarily has The Fire Breathing Dragon, aka Saphy:

This little monster dog is, if you can believe it, the product of a border collie and a cross of pomeranian/chihuahua.
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All 20 lbs of her! And she is a going concern. Ball CRAZY and fast as the dickens. She is available through TDBCR - height dog for flyball, anyone?

We also made a new friend, Luna the world's most adorable black lab puppy.
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And Maia, Lens Licker Extraordinaire.
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Maia and her mum will be fostering Ziggy, who will available through our rescue soon as well.

Feed me, Seymour!
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Ready?

Are you ready Mr. Woo?

Ready???

Get set ....

GO!!!!

.... lie down and eat snow.

Le sigh. World's Laziest Dog.

We hooked up with The Boy and his dogs today for a snowy walk. Piper was excited.

So was Hayden.

We all met up because I needed to take photos of his foster puppy, who is MINE ALL MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!

Actually, her name is Daisy and she is 6 months of cuddly snuzzle cuteness. She is almost ready for adoption ... unless I scoop her first!

But Daisy doesn't want to live with me; she wants to stay with The Boy and his dogs, because she only has eyes for Jackpot.

Wait for me Jack! I wuv you!

Yay! Me and Jack, Jack and me! Lemme give you smoocheroonis!

What the -? Where'd this thing come from? I CAN'T SEE MY JACK!!

Jack is sooooo sexy.

So if you are looking for puppy adorableness to add to your pack, look for Daisy on our website in 2009.


Moooommmm! Hayden's tongue is abnormally long!

... and Jack's in my photo!

This dog could not believe we crossed paths! (Owner recognized the two woofs, and The Woo, from the blog. Fans - my dogs haz some.)

Not a bad way to bid adieu to the old year ... good company and a pack o'border collies in the snow.

Except ... where's lazy pants Woo??

What?

Happy New Year to all of you, from all of us!

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.

WTF?

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!"