Some snow day pictures. Advertisements
We’re getting quite the winter storm. Rain wanted to go out so I set about shoveling a path off the deck. Before I could finish she decided to back out of the deal, (I can’t blame her) but the boys were brave enough to try and play. Duke reconsidered his decision when he stepped out…
So today was poop-pick-up day. For those of you who are unfamiliar, PPD is the day people with small yards and large and/or many dogs battle their gag reflex and desire to die as they rabidly curse while picking up the accumulated fecal matter left behind by their fur family. Typically the process involves scrutinizing…
Chance and Duke wrestling when Duke was just a teeny puppy. Need I say more?
This may seem like a strange dog bed and that’s because it’s not a dog bed at all.
In the wooferderg home, before the days of Duke, we had a beloved beagle named Cody. In his last days he had a very hard time getting on and off the furniture, even with stairs. To help him remain comfortable, and maintain access to a soft bed without help, I altered a baby crib. That crib has turned out to be the most useful dog bed I’ve ever tried.
Rain loves her brothers but that doesn’t stop her from being completely disgusted by their juvenile behavior! Here she is watching them wrestle from her perch on the couch. She demands lovies from mom for having to put up with such silly boys in the house.
I have to hand it to my dogs, they’ve been patiently working with me for years. Here is some footage of Duke training me to respond to play.
Dog owners know the pain. It’s a common refrain: I vacuum up so much dog hair, I could make another dog.”
So this time, with the help of Photoshop, I did. I came up with the idea while vacuuming.Look closely, you can see dog hair, toy fuzz, and disembodied plastic. Here’s the original photo:
If you look closely at the picture you can see a major point of contention in the wooferderg home. Right under the reigning wooferderg. It’s a heating pad and for a solid week now every time I get up I return to find one of the boys sitting on it. Until today.
Rain has discovered the heating pad.
We love them. Can’t help ourselves. They look at us with those faces and we fall hard. Then we bring them home and keep falling. Over half chewed bones, destroyed shoes, defiled tennis balls. It never ends…
Chance and Duke are tightly bonded. Sometimes it seems they barely need us silly humans. Here is a moment of pre-bedtime zen..