Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Can you find me?

Crazy lady has been preoccupied with doctor's appointments and work angst. The temporary "cure" for her neck troubles made things worse, and she is not enjoying the pain, paralysis and muscle spasms. She also misses writing, and she is testing voice recognition software as an alternative to typing words. So far, she has had so-so success using the software.

The downfall? She is spending less time with ME. The QUEEN in our household. So, while crazy lady was preoccupied this morning, I went outside. This means that I used my beautiful, delicate paws to OPEN THE DOOR and hide from she-who-must-be-obeyed. She knew I wasn't a "runner," (like Abby, the last one) but she was still worried when she saw the open door. Did someone break into the house? Was I stolen? Hmmm, there were paw prints on the glass...hah! I escaped and built myself a nest:When I heard her on the deck, I tried to sneak out of the nest-- but the bushes rustled too loudly, and my bee-hind was too large. She found me trying to wiggle out of my hiding spot. Like my indignant glare?She was impressed with my cunning and dexterity, however. She called me a "cat," and drew comparisons between my gorgeous self and the Evil Ones. Wicked, wicked tormentor. I am plotting my revenge...anyhow, she also decided to make a small video:

You will notice that I am an excellent Huntress. See if you can find me in the video, as I decimate the pig. Enjoy!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Early morning play and snuggle

So...crazy lady is drugged and on bed rest for a while, thanks to a neck injury. I'm fine, but she is cranky. She says she feels like a swollen, stuffed, puffy, fat, monster tree trunk. I say she's a drama queen. She hates remaining inactive for long periods of time-- and the docs even said "restrict your computer use!" Regardless (because compliance is always an issue with crazy lady...), she took some video of our morning snuggle and play time. It was a mellow play time, but she used the opportunity to run me through some commands. I'm suppose to be at "sit, stay" at the beginning of the video. If you listen carefully, you can hear my release command, "okay," and my wonderful response to "come."

Did you see my funky response to the "sit" command? I like to find an area that doesn't hurt my bum-bum. Crazy lady is so stoned that she actually let me get away with some stuff! Hey. I'm still pretty and perfect-- can't you tell?

Here's the bad thing-- because of her neck, crazy lady needs surgery. She can't foster Kelly. She had to tell Judy from Walkin the Bark Rescue that they needed to find another foster parent to take care of this total sweetheart. If they can't find another parent, then Kelly won't get the surgery she needs. I'm bummed, of course. I'm worried about Kelly, and I was looking forward to having another dog in the household. If you know anyone who can take care of Kelly, please have them contact Judy at dogs@walkinthebark.org.

As always, THANK YOU! I have the best fans in the world! (Hmmmm...I'm a little too perky...did crazy lady slip me some of her drugs?!?)

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


You go, girl!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Out of office

We'll be back, soon! In the meantime, you can read about the dog's mind here. Here's a choice tidbit from the article:

"Horowitz and other scientists are now running experiments to determine what a behavior, like a kiss, really means. In some cases, their research suggests that our pets are manipulating us rather than welling up with human-like feeling. 'They could be the ultimate charlatans,' says Hauser."

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Evil One and Snack

(from a friend in this morning's email)
The Jesusita Fire in Santa Barbara, CA last week caused these two to take shelter together. The fawn is 3 days old and the bobcat about 3 weeks. The fawn came from somewhere in the fire and the bobcat from Carpentaria. They immediately bonded and snuggled together under a desk in the Santa Barbara County Dispatch Office for several hours.
Isn't it wonderful? My favorite food source naturally bonded with an Evil One. Is it dinner, yet?

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

Ah, William (now Liam)

Oh, William. You changed your name to Liam, but you are still the gorgeous, hunka-lovin dog we all fell in love with. Isis' family fell in love with your dufuss face and decided to continue fostering you for a while.I get it. You are adorable. We want to hug you, play with you, and cuddle all day long with yout adoring face.You are up for adoption. You are lucky because Isis' folks are fabulous foster parents. They will find you a Forever Home, and you will wiggle your way into everyone's heart. We can read the Petsmart ad here. We can ask ourselves, "do I want to adopt this total lovebug?" and contact Isis' folks directly, if we have questions (jen@borcic.net).We will continue to miss you, Liam. But, I am looking forward to a new lovebug in our household. We plan to foster Kelly, and help her through her surgery and recovery.So, I ask those friends and strangers in netland: Don't you want to snuggle and adopt Liam RIGHT NOW? How can anyone deny this dufuss a Forever Home? Just look at this video and try to ignore the "thump, thump, thump" of your heart:

I dare you.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Nico, sluts and food (not in that order)

Crazy lady was all prepared to post a silly story about Eat Me Daily, a web site someone on her other blog recommended. Apparently, there's an autopsy of a McDonald's Big Mac on the site. It reminded crazy lady's fan (yeah, she has fans, although goodness knows why...) of a disgusting story she wrote about one of her California neighbor's slutty, blond, Amazon sisters. Don't ask. Anyhow, instead of highlighting this picture:Crazy lady opted to highlight this story:She learned about Nico on Walkin the Bark's web site this morning. She was returning emails when his picture popped up in her "alert" box. She read the complete story here, and loved the message. Go read the story. Be uplifted. Take a moment to hug the loved ones in your life, and relish the fact that human beings have the potential to provide unconditional love. Don't worry. I'll return to my snarky self, tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

I've fallen and...(insert tired joke here)

More can be found here and here, including this:

Thursday, September 3, 2009

What? No peanut butter?

Remember a couple of months ago, when crazy lady would put peanut butter on her toes to encourage friendship (not fear) with her ugly flat feet? I used to growl at her 9 inch stumps, whenever they approached my head or body. Sometimes, I even snapped at her big toe if it touched my head. These days? I demand affection from her toes! With NO peanut butter!Hah! Even scaredy dogs can learn to love those things that once tormented us.No matter how ugly or unsightly they might be...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

R.I.P. Chanel. the 147 year old dog

From the AP wire:

NEW YORK – A wire-haired dachshund that held the record as the world's oldest dog and celebrated its last birthday with a party at a dog hotel and spa has died at age 21 — or 147 in dog years.

The dog, named Chanel, died Friday of natural causes at her owners' home in suburban Port Jefferson Station, on Long Island.

Chanel, as stylish as her legendary namesake, wore tinted goggles for her cataracts in her later years and favored sweaters because she was sensitive to the cold, owners Denice and Karl Shaughnessy said Monday.

The playful dachshund was only 6 weeks old when Denice Shaughnessy, then serving with the U.S. Army, adopted her from a shelter in Newport News, Va.

Along with her owner, Chanel spent nine years on assignment in Germany, where she became adept at stealing sticks of butter from kitchen countertops and hiding them in sofa cushions in the living room, Shaughnessy said. She also liked chocolate, usually considered toxic to dogs, Shaughnessy said.

"She once ate an entire bag of Reese's peanut butter cups, and, you see, she lived to be 21, so go figure," Shaughnessy added.

Karl Shaughnessy nominated Chanel for the title of world's oldest dog after noticing the Guinness World Records book had no record.

Guinness World Records officials presented Chanel with a certificate as the world's oldest dog at a Manhattan birthday bash hosted by a private pet food company in May.

Chanel loved the party, especially the cake, which had a peanut butter flavor and had been made for dogs, Denice Shaughnessy said.

Chanel exercised daily and ate home-cooked chicken with her dog food, but good care wasn't entirely responsible for her long life, said her owners, who attributed God.

"Dogs are God's angels sent here to look out for us," Denice Shaughnessy said.

A dog from New Iberia, La., named Max, is vying for the record of world's oldest dog. Owner Janelle Derouen said Max marked his 26th birthday on Aug. 9. She said Guinness World Records officials were reviewing documents to authenticate his age; a Guinness World Records official in London didn't immediately answer an e-mail from The Associated Press requesting confirmation of that.

When asked the secret to her dog's long life, Derouen said she was shocked he's still with her.

"I have five kids, and all my kids are grown and gone," she said. "Now my grandkids are playing with this dog."