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Mock the Cripple

Well, CL has finally done it.  No, she has not entered the Miss America pageant, nor has she decided to "road trip!" Canada.  Those would have been sane, rational decisions.  Instead, she has finally started that blog she has been pondering, mentioning, grumbling about for over a year.  And do you know what she calls it?

Mock the Cripple

It could be a fabulous, eventful, exciting look into her odd little brain.  Or, it could be an epic fail.  You will only know if you decide to check it out...;-)

Jungle Madness

 20 feet, and growing...

Wordless Wednesday

So long, Mohawk Man

Duncan has found a Forever Home!  CL is missing the little dude:

Me?  A bit.  At least I have some quiet time to contemplate life and guard the 20+ foot sunflowers.

p.s.  Can you guess what we were staring at, while gazing out the window in the first picture?

Yep.  Fresh meat!

Corn! Greens! Beans! Squash! Watermelon!

(already, CL has begun harvesting salad greens, coriander, parsley, basil, chard and summer squash...she has counted over 30 corn silks, 50 squash, 12 heads of lettuce and 100 beans! and the sunflowers have busted through the 7 foot nets...me? no vermin has entered the garden, thanks to my mad huntress skills...7 dead moles, 2 dead gophers, and at least 20 dead field mice encompass my current body count)

The perfect ambassador for dawg-kind

CL has had a rough couple of weeks.  She came home from an early morning doctor's appointment and promptly fell asleep in front of her computer.  Check out the face that greeted her, when she woke-up:

I keep telling her, "Us dogs?  We have magic healing powers-- even Duncan has learned that you need a special cuddle during hard times!"

Like many folks (myself included), CL finds it hard to believe that Duncan has not been snatched by a loving and welcoming Forever Family.  Just look at this face...

I know a special family is out there, waiting to adopt this fabulous ambassador for dawg-kind.

Wordless Wednesday

The Bromance Continues

Mohawk, baby

(just ignore the bee-hind in the background, please...one of these days, CL, one of these days you will turn your back and...)

Tug

The winner is...

At least he lives to fight another day...

double trouble

Why me?

She-Ra, Princess of Power

Loo-Kee the trusted Conceal

And-- wait!  What's this?

Yeah, another one.  He's not a foster, but one of the poodles from CL's next door neighbor.  We have him for 10 days.  Sigh.  Does no one respect the alpha bitch in this household? Slap some wings on this little yapper and we have Kowl crashing in my home:

CL is smitten, though.  His name is Bodi, and he is quiet, playful, cuddly and has a hot bromance going on with Duncan, the traitorous manwhore.  At least Bodi has some mad "kill skills..."

Gotta respect the hunter in this dude.

Best dog evahhhh (except for me, of course)

CL never lets a dog off leash-- even supervised-- until we respond to the "come" command.  She'll test and test (and test) the dog. We must listen to her,  regardless of the situation.  Can we see her?  No?  Tough-- get your bee-hind back to her wheelchair pronto.  Squirrel?  Bird? Some odd little beasty is luring us away?  Double-tough.  We must immediately come, as soon as we hear her voice.  This is especially important since CL lives life in her wheelchair, and running after an escapee is not a good option.

Before Duncan, it would take weeks until CL felt comfortable enough to let a foster dog off leash.  In some situations, they never leave the tie down or leash.  For the first time since I entered her life, CL has found a dog that has learned to "come" within 48 hours.  Seriously.  We are even starting to use hand signals- something CL doesn't introduce until week 3 or 4.  Check it out...

This video was taken 2 days after Duncan arrived in our home. Pretty amazing, huh?

"Hey! I can sit and play!"

(You might be able to "sit" and play with me, but CL still says that I am "the best!"  Take THAT, little dude!)

preciousssssss

CL is amazed-- this is the first Yorkie she has ever met that does NOT suffer from "small dog syndrome."

No incessant whining, yapping, snapping and possessiveness.  Duncan prefers the company of dogs over the company of humans.  In less than 24 hours, he is accustomed to the crate, has learned to pee and poop outdoors (his current belly band is "just in case...") -- and, he "sits" on command!  Seriously.  It took CL 5 minutes to teach Duncan how to sit.  This dude is almost as intelligent as moi. 

Of course, I still show him who's the boss...