Happy 1st Birthday Lucy!

I guess I never knew I could fall in love with a dog.

So much so that she got a present and we all sang happy birthday to her this morning.

The cats are pissed, they never have gotten that kind of attention.

As a dog owner

Is it wrong to leave your garbage man with a 31 gallon galvanized garbage can filled with the entire winters worth of slushy, thawed dog poop?

I’m feeling guilty.

Dogs are funny

There are a bunch of dogs in my neighborhood.  I actually knew this fact before I was a dog owner.  However, now I not only know the dogs in the neighborhood, I know their owners too.

You see, we meet everyday at the same time and the same place.  The only difference between me and them, I’m the one with kids.  Kids who come with me all through the winter to the park, just so the dog can play.  When they complain about going to the park, I simply tell them that this is what owning a dog is all about and please remember…you are the ones who wanted this cute little dog so badly.

At said park, we get to see all sorts of dog behavior that I know nothing about.  A couple of our doggy friends are stick chewers.  Lucy was not a stick chewer before she met these characters.  But now that she has watched her buddies chewing the living tar out of sticks and enjoying it so much, she clearly decided that that was something dogs do.  So now, Lucy is a stick chewer.  She is also a stick pooper.

Today I witnessed, along with PJ and the rest of the kids at the bus stop, a poop made entirely out of stick shards.  As we watched on, you could see it in the little kids faces as Lucy was trying hard to get this thing out;  first disgust, then fright, a little bit of shrieking ran through the air from PJ and then when she finally birthed it out, utter amazement.

Yes, I should have taken a picture.

Ok, apon review, naw.

Things

This picture of the day from Dooce made me instantly want a second dog as well as a better, faster camera.

Child #4

I did not realize when we adopted this dog that I would have just as many stories, photos and as much money flying out of my pockets as I do with my kids.

This past Saturday at the neighborhood sledding party, Lucy just could not get out of the way of the old fashioned tobogan, the metal and wood variety.

So she got shaved down and all stitched up at the vet ER.  That pink cast/bandage makes her feel pretty.  The cone, not so much.

Tired after the trama

New Christmas Song

I’m thinking there has got to be a rendition of The Dog Ate My Danskos to the tune of We Wish You a Merry Christmas.

If not, I’ll put the little down that is running through my head…right after I hit her with the remaining portion of my clog.

Land of misfit knitting

I’m not sure why I continue to knit.  I don’t have a lot of success at it, especially if I have to do math to get the item to fit right.

The hat pictured above is a Christmas present for my chemo loving, hair falling out dad.

I started it a while ago.  As I was knitting it the first time, Jen looked at it over coffee with my running group and asked who it was for and what it was, because it was SOOOO big that it certainly could not be a hat.

So my second swing at it was going alright. But, as I was finishing it up last night, I began to wonder why it was not bigger and how on earth it was going to fit on his head.

Then I realized, I missed a whole section, THE BODY.

He’s getting it anyway…my dying father will LOVE it, because I made it.

Our newest dog treat…

Cat litter encrusted cat poop.

Who knew?

And here

is what Lucy did during the party.

Unfortunately The Bickersons had a babysitter bail and could not make it AND THEN were kind enough to let the dog have a sleep over.

Thanks again!

Things I never thought I would be doing

1.  hide my shoes so they do not get eaten by a dog
2.  blow dry a dog
3.  wash a dog’s butt on a regular basis
4.  wonder if the glass Christmas tree ornament that was eaten yesterday will perforate a dog’s bowel
5.  get up at 2:00 am to change a DOG’s bedding, because she wet the bed
6.  get a dog to get an emergency grooming at Pet Smart, on a Sunday, due to a walk that resulted in running off leash on a hardly frozen lake, eating dead squirrel parts and many, many, MANY burrs that could not be taken out by a rookie.
7.  Love a dog so much that I don’t want to kill her when I see eaten dog beds.

Boy, I just wish she would have eaten up the $8.00 Costco bed instead, oh well.