Sunday, October 12, 2014

Curse You, Red Baron

Holly
Bring it, Red Baron
No really. Bring it. Food Lady wants pizza.

Micron! cries Holly. She runs into the kitchen where The Mighty is licking the last of the peanut butter from inside his Kong toy.

You'll never guess what I did today! says Holly. Never in a gazillion dog years! Guess!

Sounds like the odds are against me, says Micron. But whatever it was, I know it didn't involve a peanut butter Kong on the sofa. So there.

Ooh, peanut butter Kong, sighs Holly.

Yeah, says Micron.

Dang, says Holly. But listen to this! I got to fight the Red Baron today!

You fought a frozen pizza? asks Micron. Who won?

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Put treat here


Let's save some time, says Holly. Just put the treats ... here.

And this is how you train the trainer, people.  Another weekly photo shoot and a pocket full of dog cookies.  Holly is learning to respond to Cookie! as well as she does her name.

We'll be weaning her from this expectation now. I mean, for goodness sake, the pup knows how to Sit and Stay.

And to look at the camera on cue. It's just that the cue is a dog cookie.

Holly can certainly work it for the camera with the proper motivation. Here she is in a Nice Sit/Stay, all alert with ears perked.


Because I'm making wolf howl-y noises to keep her attention. You just gotta go with what works in this gig.

By the way, check out last week's photo to see our nearly leaf free backyard. Thanks to the sycamore, with leaves as large as dinner plates, we get to witness the very act of season falling upon us.
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Want to see a comparison for these weekly photos?  Give this link a click to Watch Holly Grow to see the past posts.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Loving Autumn



Do you love autumn as much as I do? Refusing to start the furnace just yet in these cooler temps, we did start up the fireplace in the evening. Even without the wood smoke, the air even smells different this time of year.

If you're on Pinterest, I've started two boards to capture the essence of this season of fire and color. Give us a click and repin anything that may speak to you.

Loving Autumn on Pinterest.

The spirit of Halloween on Pinterest.

And of course there are dogs there, too.  Canine photos pinned among the falling leaves and smiling pumpkins.

Look closely and you might even catch a glimpse of the elusive Banana Dog.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Fog alert


How cool is that, I think as I check the morning weather by way of the west facing kitchen window.

A foggy dewscape this morning.

I wipe the sleep boogers from Holly's eyes and walk her outside with an edgy and mood laden photo in mind.

And instead get a rather underexposed shot for my troubles.

Gloomy's a mood, right?

But no matter. We'll wait things out for this week's birthday photo.

And a few hours later, I wipe the sleep boogers from Holly's eyes for the second time today as she awakens from her afternoon nap and we once again head outside to the awaiting blackboard.

And we find that the Golden Hour offers up a backdrop that's a bit more uplifting for our sunny girl's personality.

Twenty eight weeks old now.



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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Clean slate


Welp, back to repurposing the buckeye stump as our weekly birthday photo prop. I had to have The Husband take the chain saw to it to give us a clean slate, so to speak.  Funny thing that the chalkboard markers don't wash off the tree stump. Didn't say anything about that on the package.

And there's some sort of post-apocalyptic vibe about this photo. Do you feel it too?

Holly's ruffled fur and the rustic, damaged backdrop beg for a back story. Her intensely focused eyes have that hungry I could eat that look.  True that, as there be a dog cookie suspended nearby to hold her attention, as witnessed by the reflection in her deep brown orbs.

Speaking of, did you know that, if left to their own resources, a dog would eat sawdust?

It's my daily fiber, says Micron.

Spit it out, says I.
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Want to see a comparison for these weekly photos?  Give this link a click to Watch Holly Grow to see the past posts.


Sunday, September 21, 2014

One degree off the normal scale

I have every intention of eating these sticks.
When I declare my dog as one degree off the normal scale of things, most times I get an askance look of skepticism.

Aw, c'mon, is the usual response. Only one degree?

Well, I gotta say, he is one of a kind, the mighty Micron.

We all think our dogs are unique, don't we?  And of course, you're right in this observation because really, who knows your dog better than you?

Nobody, that's who.

We live with these critters and by going through the circadian rhythm of eating, walkies and evening cuddle time, we get to know every nuance and behavior of our canine companions. So that if they should do something a bit off point, we find ourselves surprised at the change in behavior.

And it's the same for The Mighty. This dog has been part of my life for nearly five years now. We welcomed him in our home in November 2009 as an eight week old cotton ball and, except for three months in Advanced Training at Canine Companions for Independence, he's been hanging around here eating my food, napping in the office, and generally leaving dog hair all over the place.

I think we both know each other fairly well by now. Both of with secrets about the other that we'll never tell. That's a partnership, people.

To recognize Micron's impending birthday this week (he turns five on Tuesday), we'll share with you five Micron-isms that can only be this one awesome dog o'mine.

1. Micron does this wink thing. 


Hey girl. You must be my backyard
because I'm really digging you.
What a flirt with this one-eyed Hey Ladies slow wink he does.

As a puppy, I would insist our veterinarian put on her special microscope glasses to inspect his root-beer orbs. A rogue eyelash? Some foreign object adrift in there? No, she says. I actually have no idea.

Still today, he winks at me. I wink back. And he returns the wink.

Back and again we go. It just never gets old.

This behavior reminds me of the empathy game we did for Dognition last fall, which involved an experiment to see if Micron could "catch" a yawn from me.

Spoiler alert ... he didn't.

But this winking thing we've got going on is a whole nuther animal, so to speak.

I pretend it's code for I love you. 

Because, you know, if it is I don't want to not say it back.

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