Vegmom Moments

Oh This Dog

Hard to believe it's been a couple of years since this little goof joined our family. But I remember how it happened as if it were yesterday!

She had been through a lot when my mom got sick and then left the house for one last time. The husband couldn't take care of himself let alone the pup and his family wasn't ready to let us take her yet although they didn't like dogs.

So it left all of us in a pickle. Technically an animal is "property" and while the husband was still alive she was his property. Obviously we didn't want to add stress to him after losing his wife, yet he didn't have the mental capacity to do the right thing or to take care of her. She could have gone days with out food and who knows about water. She wasn't walked, played with or let outside often enough. She was depressed not knowing where my mom was. Scared of the man that kept falling around her. Poor thing had hair that was gross, and her skin was a mess. My mom would have been livid.

When it was finally time to come get her the step family had placed her somewhere else. That family stuck her in a cage and she went ballistic. Thankfully they didn't keep her in there for long and gave her the love she needed and a bath.

But that is where things got wonky. They wanted to keep her. But I knew my mom would want us to have her. Vegkid was so upset about everything, the husband said no more dogs, and I was torn to bits about the decision. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I didn't sleep, my heart ached something fierce. Do I take this dog away from that family? How do I know they will take care of her like I would? How do I get past yet another hurdle with my husband to bring her home? What about the expense of having a dog again? What about the 20hr drive alone it would take in the winter and snowy traffic with one of the worst snow years that state had ever experienced? What if she didn't like the car ride? What if she was the neurotic mess that she had been at my Mom's house? What if she didn't fit in or her bad hips couldn't handle our stairs?

But worse, those people wanted to keep her. How do I make them sad and take her after everything everyone had already been through. But dang it, I had to acknowledge that I was sad too, I had just put my mom's body in the ground. After all. The dog wouldn't fix that but she belonged with us none-the-less. It was a horribly tough decision.

The family called and gave me 24hrs to come get her. So that night was do or don't time.

The decision was heart wrenching and I reached out to a lot of my friends including my coaching friends who reminded me of the regret I would feel if I didn't follow my mom's wishes.

I slept for a couple of hours and woke to the most clarity. Driving I went!! With a peace, focus and strength that I never felt possible. No tears, no emotion! I was on a mission.

To walk back in to their home. To go back to that place just a month after my mom left it and gather some of her things. They wouldn't tell me where the husband was to go see him and the house still had piles of poop from when the dog had been there. It was time to pick her up from the other house and get out of that town. I felt the Hebee Gebees being there and just needed to get home.

Upon arriving to pick up the little stinker, she went completely nuts. Jumped in to my arms and has been with us ever since.

After a perfect drive, a good vet check-up and grooming, some food and healing for both of us, she became a wonderful addition to our little family. The husband even loves her and he never loves dogs.

With the exercise she gets here, her hip has never bothered her, we worked through her skin issues and she is absolutely hilarious with so much personality and a calmness that she never had there. Currently her favorite thing in the world is to chase lizards and try to catch chipmunks. Then she comes in, tucks herself under the blankets and goes to sleep.

She did need a surgery on her tail and will likely need another soon. But looking back, I'm so glad I followed my gut and that we've been able to give her the home she deserved. The home that my Mom would want her to have. Not saying the other family couldn't, but this girl is a NeeNee's family dog through and through.

Yup that was a couple of years ago yet so near to my heart. Harder to believe that she is almost 12 yrs old already. Time sure does move quickly but when you follow your inner voice, the memories are worth every minute. 

This Face

While visiting my Dad we got to hang with this cutie. I was told that she was a little neurotic but in reality she just needed a Vegmom in the house. My dad called her a trader.

By the time we left she was a calm cuttle bug and as sweet as can be.

But those floppy ears on her little face? Oh my goodness, love her!!

Compassion

An animal sanctuary opened up right down the street and was a dream come true for me to visit today.

They only allow visitors during a small window of time on Saturdays and I was never able to make it until today.

Of course I got totally lost and a 7 mile drive took like 35 minutes. But it was worth it. I enjoyed spending time with the animals, but also meeting the great volunteers. This is the second sanctuary I've been too and both had such a feeling of calmness and compassion. Even with the silly cow.

It's hard to explain. But I honestly don't know how anyone could hurt or eat these sweet friends.

Pigs roll over for belly rubs just like dogs. The cows want to play and cuddle just like dogs. They even have toys and will chase a ball. Why is it ok to eat those animals but we would never want to eat the ones that bark and meow.

Well I digress... The day was beautiful with sunshine and enjoying animals being treated the way they should be. With Love!

Our Little Elf

Hope your holiday season is full of cheery and bright!!

Just Because

Smelling The Flowers

Someone decided to check out our deck garden today.  
She promised me that she was just Sniffing!

Digging

If you ever need a hole dug, just chirp like a chipmunk and call my dog.

Apparently she can dig a trench in less than 10 minutes and only requests payment in quality dog food.

<insert sarcasm and a sigh>

Sweet Face

Just makes you go Awwwwwww!!!

Smiles

Such a sweetie!!

Our New Friend

The many faces of this little white bundle of cuteness!!

Silly Dog

I had my day of sadness... wrote out my post to reflect on the awesomeness of the Spunk Dog... Went on to CrossFit and had a wonderful Monday with my family.  The week continued....

Life is good, and there really isn't time to be sad for too long or you might miss something really happy.

That is my theory anyway, and it works for me.

Sooooo, all is well, tears be gone... And THEN I get a card in the mail with Spunk's paw print.  At first I was a little sad, and then I was glad.  Because we left pretty quick after they put him down, and I've had this nagging feeling, that the stubborn thing would pop back up.  It was driving me nuts. "What if he wasn't really gone"...  Then I got the paw print.

And I KNOW DANG WELL that dog wouldn't let anyone besides me touch his paws and he certainly would NOT let someone get a paw print if he was still alive. 

And then I thought it was kind of creepy to have a dead dogs paw print, because he would have already been gone gone when they took it.  And then I wondered what else they did to the poor thing after we said our goodbyes. THEN I decided to stop thinking about that, and move on to my happy place.  

Another day passed!  Life is good, I have family and CrossFit and a business that I love...  THEN my alarm goes off from my calendar.  Yup, it was time for Spunk's Vet Appointment....  OY!!!

That made me wonder if they had gotten us in a week earlier (like I asked) maybe he would still be here, but then of course I can't think like that because everything has a time and place.   So I call to cancel his Vet appt.  

All is good, I go on with my week... NO PROBLEM!!!   

THEN his food shipment arrives.  Oh cruddy crud crud... I have to cancel his food....  Good news is, NeeNee will have a 20lb bag of dog food to last her a long time.

OK, so we move on... life is good, I have friends, family, workshops, clients, CrossFit, Vegkid got another Taekwondo belt, and so much more.. busy busy busy week!!!

AND THEN, I'm cleaning out my mail to find a "reminder" card that the dog is due for his shots....  Yeah, he won't be needing those this year.

SERIOUSLY!!!!!!   I've decided that my sweet Spunk Man does not want me to forget him.  Little does he know that I could never forget that mug.  

Now if only I could get 14+ years of habits out of my head.   No, the gate doesn't have to go up, and YES you can use the right side of the bed because he isn't hogging that side, and you don't have to watch your step for fear he made a mess on the carpet when you come home, and that noise outside is NOT him, and you can sleep in 15 extra minutes because you don't have to tend to him in the morning and you don't have to hide food from the kitchen table because there is no canine to get it and YES, you can sleep without a dog next to you, really, it is possible!!!

DEAR SELF,

It is time to change your habits... New routines, create new habits.... YOU--GOT--THIS!!!

Signed,

Vegmom 

 

 

Sweet Dreams SpunkMan

Today we said goodbye to our old boy!   The little stinker has had quite a life, probably 20 lives at that. And has brought so much greatness in to mine.  He has faced the odds head on with a wagging tail and came back stronger every time.  

I know I've said this before but bare with me:  We found him in a ditch, as a tiny puppy with no hair, scabbed skin, broken rib, torn spot in his eye, mange, bugs, and burned feet.

The neighbor called animal control but left me with the dog that she named Spunky because of his Spunk for life.  Little did I know how my life would change after that moment.

Animal Control guy showed up and said he would be put to death immediately.  What the what??  Ummm No!.  I didn't let the man take that feisty little thing that was running around with a wagging tail in spite of all his misery.  

The hubs said we weren't going to keep him... Welll... OK!

First Vet said he wouldn't make it through the night, so he gave him a free shot and said if he survives the week, bring him back for another.  Well he did... We brought him back for weeks and months of care.  The Vet said he would forever have problems, wouldn't live past the age of two and his growth would be stunted to 20lbs.

Special baths, wearing doggy cloths, hand fed, fixed wounds, loved on him, paid 1000's of dollars in vet bills, started puppy training and knew that he would be ours for as long as that tail was wagging in circles.  He grew to about 55 pounds.  But a year later all the medication brought about infection.  

Allergies set in and a septic infection had taken over his blood stream.  My husband would tell me to get rid of him.  My in-laws would say "I bet you won't ever do that again" referring to taking care of a sickly pup.   And others would think I was crazy.  While my co-workers would donate to his vet bills and encourage me to keep going.  He won the hearts of many with his circular motion tail and goofy face.

That tail wagged in circles, and he wasn't about to let anything get him down.  He would look at me with those eyes, wag that tail and go grab a ball.  As if to say "No really, I'm fine Mom, don't worry about my bubbly swollen gross skin or infections, I'm good, let's play"  

FIVE vets (yeah, I wanted to find one that cold fix him) later all saying he would die soon and there was nothing more they could do for him, I found out about Holistic remedies (thanks to my Mom's Michigan Vet).

I studied, researched, learned all I could... This was the beginning of my "natural remedy cabinet"...  Looking back it amazes me how much that cabinet has grown.  

I made his own food filled with holistic drops.  I learned about probiotics, and immune boosters.  Within days his skin was clearing up, infections gone,...  Eventually I would find a new dog food that he wasn't allergic to and watch him thrive without allergies for years, he was amazing.   Little did I know then how important food was to our overall well-being.

Healing him showed me that I could heal myself with food, and my get healthy journey began!!! 

The next Vet said that he wouldn't live past the age of Seven because of all his ailments early in life.  Oh but he did, and he was a hoot.  The silliest most loving dog I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  He would sit in your lap as if he were 6 pounds.  He cuddled up next to me and wouldn't let me out of site EVER... He would rock baby Veg's swing, play ball with toddler Veg, and protect us with all his might.  

He LOVED to play in the snow.

People would say... OOH, he is dangerous to have with a child.... you MUST get rid of him:

Yeah OK!!  What ever you say!!

But when he didn't walk one day, I thought for sure that was it.  

I took him to a Vet that ran some XRays.  We found that he had arthritis, hip displaysia and a ton of bone spurs with broken spots that healed wrong from his abusers (before we found him).  They said we should probably put him down as he would start to get aggressive with all that pain.

Ummm NO!  His tail was still wagging and we had a deal.  That when his tail stopped wagging, we would know.  I found some joint fix-it natural chewy things, he was walking by the next day and running up and down the stairs like nothing was ever wrong.   (that was 6ish years ago)  He never showed an aggressive anything unless a stranger tried to come in our front door then his bark could deter them.

Some dogs beg for food, my dog would beg for hugs.

He'd run up and down the hallway 40 times in a row for no reason and then stop to chase mystery bugs.  He'd tear up every toy EVER provided and yet would give gentle giant kisses to any human that would allow it.

When our Chelsea Dog passed away I was told that Spunky would move in to "Alpha" and become aggressive....  Yeah, OK!!!  What ever you say!!

Later he would get in to some garbage that blocked his intestinal tract but he came back. He came down with Vestibular disease after a kennel stay, and kicked it.  Another time, he ate chocolate and raisins which required charcoal treatment, he had an ear fill up with blood which we healed naturally, and most recently had a spell where we thought he was gone for good.  But NOPE... He jumped up and wagged that tail against all the odds until today.

Today I came home from a workshop to find his eyes not working.  Something had popped in his noggin and he was totally blind.  His body shaking uncontrollably, and his tail certainly not wagging.  Last night he was my usual cuddle bug, but today was the day we said goodbye.  

Dwelling on him being gone, doesn't give credit to his life.  

I know some may think he was just a dog, but to me he was so much more.

His life taught me that strength can't always be seen. That people will doubt what you have inside and you can prove them wrong.  That doctors don't know everything and modern medicine can't fix everything.  

He taught me what it was like to be a Mom before I became a Mom.  He showed me how to trust my instincts, disregard people's words that aren't positive, not allow anyone to get you down, heal with foods, find holistic paths, and gave me 14+ years of warmth and cuddles.   That canine wasn't just a dog, he was my little hero.  And that won't change.  

My memories of him and all he did for me won't change.

I believe people and animals are brought in to our lives for a reason.  Even when you don't understand why but at the end of Spunky's life, I know for certain why he was there .

He was my Hero and he taught me how to live!!!  

Sick Dog, Well Dog

When we found our Spunk dog he was in a ditch, very sick, broken rib, no fur, infections, pads on feet burned from the asphalt, swelling, eyes swollen shut, etc.... But his little tail would wag and he ran around like a loony bird as if nothing was wrong.   My neighbor named him Spunky and planned to keep him.

Well we ended up keeping him and the name kind of stuck.  No matter how sick he got and all the battles we went through to save him, that tail still wagged in a circular silly motion.

That little dog and I made a pact back then... The day his tail stopped wagging, we would know it was time for him to move on.   Well 13+ years later.... I let him outside to go potty, everything was normal that morning, until he didn't come in.  I went to check on him and he wasn't moving.

I laid him on his bed... His tail no longer wagging... and his legs no longer working, he and I had a talk... We decided it was time to say goodbye.  His labored breathing, uncontrolled bottom business, white tongue, dry nose, pink hot to touch body, and inability to move his legs... 

Vegkid came over to talk to him and we both had funny memories, we looked at pictures we talked and cuddled and loved on our bestest furry friend, it was to be a peaceful goodbye... 

And then he started shaking, breathing hard, making horrible painful noises.  We wrapped our Spunk dog in a blanket and took him in to the emergency room on a Sunday planning to not bring him home.   6hrs later, fluids, some tummy meds, xrays and a whole lot of money, they sent us home with a dog that wasn't moving, had horrible vitals and nothing concrete wrong.   Meaning they couldn't DIAGNOSE anything..  Except maybe a mass pushing on his organs.

Fine then... I thought, now what??  New plan was to watch and wait, keep him comfortable... I gave him some homepathic remedies, tummy meds, natural canned food stuff in teaspoon intervals and dripped water in to his mouth... We planned to just keep him from pain until we could get him to our Vet.   I was pretty positive he wasn't going to make it through the night, so I stayed with him until morning.

The next day he Pooped what seemed like a piece of sock, or a snake.. not sure which but I'm going with sock....  And the tail started wagging, his legs started moving, and his fever went away.  He ate/drank and become whole again.

I'm pretty sure we are on his 10th life if cats have 9...

A couple days after that. I found him IN THE CUPBOARD looking for his food.

Doggy Diaper and all...

Silly Silly Spunk Dog!!!

 

 

One Crazy Puppy!

A long time ago, I showed up with a Chinchilla...  A few years later, a shelter dog... 

A couple years after that, we found an abandoned little pup in a ditch which became ours against the husband's wishes.  

Soooo for the next many years, we agreed NO MORE ANIMALS....  I can't save them all (he would say) and this is IT!!  When they are gone, they are gone!!

A while back, he changed his mind... "I would be willing to get a dog if you could find a Jack Russell"   Seriously???  You finally agree to another dog but you want a hyper one?

Well he thinks we could mellow it out... Yeah OK!!!  He thinks getting a small playful dog would be perfect because they would be fun, and small enough to travel with us, etc.   Did I mention they are CRAZY though!!!

Soooooo fast forward to today...  I decided to check my 2 local shelter links as I do every month.. and there was a Jack Russell Mix.... 

This GUY:

OH MY KALE, how adorably cute is he??????  

Jack Russell which means Husband is happy and a mix, which means hopefully the MIX is enough to mellow him out....And besides, he is soooo flippin cute!!!  LOOK at that face!

So I Call.  They said he was still available.   I go look at him... He is sleeping in his little cage and so adorable.  He woke up to see me and sat up with that little face that you see in the picture above...  So peaceful, no barking, just perfectly still.   And I thought... I was going to Trick the Hubby..

I could get this Puppy, and bring him home as a Jack Russell knowing dang well that this was no Jack Russell.  There is no way that he could sit so perfectly still if he was.

The lady let me hold him and he melted in my arms.   Oh just precious... he cuddled and snuggled.. sooo cute!!

AND THEN!!!!!!  Duh duh duh duhhhhhhhhhhh!!!   We went in a room to play.  I sat this sweet little quiet cuddly puppy on the ground and he went BALISTIC!

Here he is leaping up and grabbing my sweatshirt arm.  You can't tell in the picture, but he is literally hanging off the ground by my sleeve and was NOT Letting go!!   If I tried to remove him from my sleeve he growled and growled and grrrrrrrumbled... It was actually kind of funny.  

I mean he was only as big as my foot..

 

After about 5 minutes with this guy, he attacked my shoes, fingers, arm, ears, hair, clothes and purse...I began having visions of what my house would look like in 2 minutes.  And poor old Spunk dog would not like this one bit...

I handed the adorable psychotic little puppy back to the lady in scrubs and told him goodbye! 

That is the story of the puppy I did NOT bring home!   

Don't worry though, on my way out, someone put him on hold for adoption...  So hopefully he will have a home for Christmas. 

I told the husband all about this cutie and he said we should have gotten him and named him Taz..  

OK.. NOOooooo!!!  

**disclaimer.. I realize Jack Russells are amazing, intelligent, awesome dogs... so please don't take anything I say to mean they are a bad breed.  But a puppy with this much energy would not work well in our quiet family dynamic....

Cat Visitor

A couple of months ago our neighbors brought home a kitten.  I always saw the cat with a human when outside but he seemed to live in the house otherwise.  Then one day... he was outside for good, all alone...

I would see him circling their door, meowing for hours and I felt soooo bad for him.  They started to keep a spot in the garage for him, but he was mostly outside.  Now I'm not a cat person (allergic actually) but this guy just seemed too little to be outside all by himself with no big cats showing him what to do.

Well it turns out after a while, he got bigger and does NOT act like a cat!   In fact he plays catch, and badminton, and frisbee.   I know this because every time the Vegkid and I go out to play... this little guy scurries in to our yard and grabs our toys.

He leaps in the air, jumps out of bushes, and will chase what ever throwing object we happen to have.

As of this posting, we still don't know his name.  We don't feed, water or shelter our new friend, but he sure enjoys spending time with us.  When this picture was taken, he was in our yard for the better part of two hours.

The Vegkid LOVES cats, so he wants to keep him.   I'm Puuurrrrfectly OK with just having him visit for a game of catch though!

Guilty Pup

What me?  I didn't do anything?  You can't prove that I was in the trash... Nope.. I'm innocent!

No! Really, that isn't kleenex stuck to my face, I swear! 

Garage vs. Snake

I was in the garage doing laundry when Spunky meandered off toward the garage door like he always does.  The Garage is closed, but he likes to go sniff or something, I don't know why.  This time he ran instead of walked.

I called for him to come back and then I heard him jumping.  Something not right... So I walked around the car and see him bouncing back and fourth.   "Hmmm, what has he found"  I thought... 

Thinking maybe bug or lizard or frog, I had no idea that I would see this:

Well hello Mr. Snake!  

That was about the point that I freaked OUT!   Not because I saw a snake but because there was a snake on the inside of my garage making a rattling noise with his mouth wide open and tongue sticking out snapping at my dog's nose.

Once I saw the dog was OK and got him in the house, I ran to get the camera.  Because that is what I do!

Then I told Mr. Snake to pose real nice and not to bite me while I took his picture.  

Mr. Snake was NOT Happy, but he sure did take some good pictures, even closed his mouth for the camera:

A little while later Hubs came home and removed Mr. Snake from the garage to set him safely in the great outdoors.

Now I just have to hope our little bunnies stay away from Mr. Snake and that all the Snake's siblings decide not to make my garage their home.

 

 

 

Easter Bunnies (plural)

OK, this had to be the absolute best garden experience yet!  

I was wondering why parts of the parsley seemed smashed and why no other new veggie sprouts were sticking around long enough to grow.

Well today, I decided to head down to the little garden and grab some parsley:

After I'd already cut down a whole bunch of it, I saw this little pile of fur:

So I ran up to grab the Vegkid and show him the fur in the garden.  I was telling him, that something must have nested here at one time.

We stood there for a bit thinking of animals that may have nested.  Then Veg grabbed a stick.  He took off a tiny piece of fur very gently.  His plan was to look at the fur closer and "analyze" what this could be.

Then I hear.. "Um, Mom, there is an eyeball looking at me"

<WHAT?>

"Seriously Mom, I think I saw an eyeball.  There is something under that fur... "

Then the fur started moving...  AHHHHH!!!!

So we took a closer look, being careful not to disturb our little parsley friends.

And about that point, I panicked....  There are little babies in there and they will be attacked by predators or smashed by the elements.... I had already cut down the parsley so they had no shelter.... Oh no Oh no Oh Dear!!  

Veg and I decided to pile the fur that had moved back on top so the hole he accidentally made was no longer a hole.   Then push down the parsley that was left to make a new canopy for our little furry friends.

I'm not sure it will work, or if they will survive, but we did try.    Who knew there were baby bunnies under that parsley.. Oh my Kale!  I was just thankful that I didn't step on them while maneuvering around the garden.

Mama Bunny should have left a sign:

"Dear Garden Humans, I'm leaving you some easter bunnies please do not disturb"

We never did see Mama bunny, so I hope she comes back to take care of them.  Hubby is not as thrilled as I am about the homestead in our vegetable garden and threatened to move them.  

Currently we have nothing growing but Parsley, so I'm not as concerned.  He did some research and agreed that they could stay for a couple more weeks.  But once they are grown, he is moving their family home.

If you have any tips of the Bunny variety, please share.  For now we plan to leave them be and I will do without parsley for a while. :-)

Happy Easter!

 

 

Repurpose Ottoman in to a Dog Bed

3 Couches ago we had an Ottoman.  When the couch went away, we kept the ottoman for the dogs.  Turns out that ottoman was the perfect size to re-purpose Vegbaby's Crib sheets.

I also know that it is the perfect size to use crib waterproof pads.  I know this because my current dog is having a leaky pipe issue and if I'm going to get any sleep we had to make different sleeping arrangements.

His bed nudged up against mine.  I do miss the puppy snuggles, but this is the best for both of us.  And he is actually sleeping, which is a super bonus!

Boy Dog Leak Band

My sweet old pup has developed a leaky pipe.   Basically, when he sleeps he pees.  And doesn't even know he is doing it.  This is a really large problem considering he sleeps in MY bed.  And an even bigger problem that he sleeps ALL THE TIME!

After checking him out at the Vet for an infection, we discovered it is just incontinence no infection... But this doesn't help fix the problem.  

I could use "diapers" but they are not so eco friendly, very wasteful and depending on how long my dog is with us, could get highly cost prohibitive.   So I went on a search for something more eco-friendly that was easy to use, easy to clean, comfortable and something that he couldn't pull off.

That is when I found these male dog bands:

It's PERFECT!  The band wraps around his doggy bits, and velcros on the top.  When he is going outside, we just unvelcro.  Then it is easy to put back on.  I can put a pad in it to add absorbency, or leave as is.  And it washes perfectly in the machine.

So far so good!   

 

The Christmas Blanket

Veg got a Blanket for Christmas from his grandparents. He now loves to lay down on the floor and do just about anything as long as he is ON the blanket.  Puzzles, Games, Drawing, Movies:

This is him all bundled up.

Problem is, the DOG also likes this Blanket and every time Veg leaves it on the floor, we find this:

Which doesn't make the Vegman very happy....

I'm thinking the Vegman will have to learn to put away his blanket because the dog isn't listening to the "THIS ISN'T YOURS, IT IS MINE" Speech!

 

Spunk's Christmas Present

The Vegman picked out this all natural organic cotton toy for Spunk's Christmas Stocking.   But on Christmas morning, the old pup really didn't want anything to do with it. 

Then after a week, he and the toy became inseperable.     

"Back Off, it's mine.  And please don't make me run after it again, I'm tired"

 

Oh Is He Busted!!

A certain someone or something continues to be taking things off of the Kitchen table.  It is a sudden phenomenon, and not something that has always occurred.   I knew it could NOT be the dog because he is too old to jump and can't see or hear that well. (she says sarcastically)

But If it wasn't me, the kid or the hubs, there is either a Kitchen Gremlin or a DOG that is not really as decrepit as he acts.

 

I'll give you ONE Hint.......

I heard a noise in the kitchen, grabbed my camera and thought "I'm going to Catch this Gremlin"

Or DOG as the case may be!

Then he just sat there frozen, didn't even move his paw as if his little mind was thinking:

"If I freeze she won't see me"

Oh, but I saw you my little troublemaker!!!

 

My Dog Wants to Blog

I came out of the shower to find Spunk curled up with the Mac.

Thinking he was going to type up a blog post but didn't know my password:

My Dog Doesn't Like When We Leave

This is my dog's way of saying one of 4 things:

1. Our carpet is really ugly and needs some new color
2. I'm really mad at you for leaving me home alone
3. Nanna Nanna Boo Boo you forgot to close the bathroom door
4. Maybe you should empty the trash more often Mom

Or maybe a combination of all 4?    

We get home and the dog is like:

"Did you see that Mom?  I don't know how THAT happened!!"

 

The Whole Family Likes Happy Herbivore Recipes

EVEN THE DOG!!

I asked Veg to pick something out of the book for lunch.  He wanted Egg Nog French Toast:

Of course there is no Egg or Nog in this French Toast but it sure does have the flavor of it...  

As you can see from the photo above, he got his choice and enjoyed his lunch time treat.   The rest we were saving for his Dad.  Veg left the rest on the table (Mistake #1)

I went outside (Mistake #2) to stop Mr. WoodPecker from banging on my house, and found this hole:

Grrrrrrrr Mr. WoodPecker, why I..........  Oh never mind!

Back inside, I hear the Vegkid...  "MOoooooom, Spunky ate the French Toast"

Grrrrrr Mr. Spunky!!!

And Yes, yes he did.... As in every last piece.  Hubs didn't get to try the French Toast, but the dog sure liked it!

But he won't admit it!  

"Who ME?  I didn't do Nuthin"

Yeah, look me in the eye and say that Punk!

Can you see the guilt or is it just me?

 

I'm Not waking Up - The Dog Says

Me calling for the dog...

"Spunk, lets go, gotta get outside"

"Where are you???"

"Come here Spunk..."  Whistle, snap, clap...

No Dog!  Go looking for the dog to find this:

 

"I'm not waking up Mom, its too early"

I think we have all had mornings like this!

Spunk in the MIni

So the Dog is Lovin' the Mini...

 He couldn't decide which window to look out first! 

Went after the Peanut Butter Again...

Sure he looks innocent enough:

But this little goofball is getting braver in his old age... Not only did he try to steal the Peanut Butter Sandwich from Veg's Plate.. but he tried to do it WHILE we were sitting at the table...

Here we are, talking and enjoying each others company while making lunches for tomorrow... The dog walks up to the table, Jumps and almost snatches the sandwich in plain view.

Of course I caught him before finishing the act.. but he was so proud of himself for trying.. you should have seen that little face!

STINKER!

 

 

A walk at the Park

My Sweet boy is getting so old, but his new favorite thing is a walk in the park....

Actually, it is hard to tell who likes these walks more?  Me or Him.... With the harness and short lead (which double as a seat belt) he doesn't pull or tug, or choke or mark his territory.  It is GREAT!

Just a nice leisurely stroll... The Pup and I....