Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: It be raining. Again.



You know, if I've learned anything in this long-lived career in the corporate workplace, it's the importance of being agile. To be flexible. How to embrace change.

Because no matter how carefully you may have planned, things are going to shift on you.

Or wait. No.

No, that's just life.

So I was thinking that I'd take a weekly photo of Holly. At least until she reached a stage where her growth was not so profound in change. Dunno, maybe five or six months.

And then I figured easy 'nuff to take the photos in the same spot in the yard.

And then yesterday it rained. Stormed, actually. Thunder and lightning and should we be hunkering in the basement stuff going on out there.

Ah, but as many summer storms, it passed within minutes. Leaving us with a light rain shower.

And a tight schedule of taking Holly's fourteen week photo.

So here we are with a misty rain causing the blackboard paint to run and the photographer's assistant quickly running out of dog treats (do note The Husband's shoes, bottom right), me fussing about the precious Canon in the misty rain, and Holly's tail attempting to underline her name.

So take that, Life.  We can work around all your drama and plot twists.

We give you Holly at fourteen weeks.  Good lord, look at the legs on this pup, willya?

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Summer Solstice & Rooster Heads


As we cross the threshold from a lovely Ohio spring to welcome in the Summer Solstice, I'll refrain from reminding everyone that it's downhill from here.

Well, that didn't go well, now did it? By not reminding you that we just enjoyed the longest day of the year, I actually kinda did. Remind you, that is. You know, every day from here until the Winter Solstice in December will be shorter and shorter.

And shorter.

Enough with the downer talk on this gorgeous Ohio summer day. In an attempt at atonement, I offer you a delightful photo of Miss Holly enjoying a moment in the afternoon sunshine. On the longest day of the year. We had time.

Ok, you say. That's nice. But do you think you might take her leash off for a prettier puppy photo? Isn't this is your backyard?

Oh dear astute reader, you are correct as usual. But you see, we had a minor mishap. Some puppy misbehavior and similar goings-on. And I find it easier to catch a trailing leash than the elusive puppy tail as it races by.

Because of stuff like this.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Holly at Thirteen Weeks

We interrupt a period of puppy goofiness, to bring you Holly and her Serious Face.

This is her being serious.



Thirteen weeks old now. She's growing into those ears quite nicely, isn't she?

Now she needs to schedule a growth spurt to catch up with that foot long tail of hers.



Sunday, June 15, 2014

Ninja Strike

We're ready for ya!
Alrighty, I sing-song. Who's ready for their breakfast? Are my dogs Hungry?

A powerful word, Hungry. It's in the same attention getting genre as Getcher Food Bowl, Cookie, and that sound kibble makes when it hits the metal pan.

I come up the basement steps with three food bowls in delicate balance.

Dogs, I say. Assume your usual positions and we'll ...

COW 'N BOOGER! yells Holly. NINJA STRIKE!

Wha? I say. The bowls tilt, spilling a few kibble, as Holly bangs her head into the stack in my hands.

Holly! I say. Then add her middle name because she's in trouble. Don't! 

Didn't see me coming, didya? says Holly.

Well, I say. That's a given. What the heck are you thinking, you little stinker?

Not a stinker, says Holly. I'm a ninja. I am the Night. The cat said you wouldn't know what a ninja was and it'd be so easy to get ya. He was right, huh?  He told if I jumped you with all the food bowls, I could score Jager's, too.

Grrr, says Jager.

Hey, here's an idea, I say, scooping the escapee nuggets back into a bowl. You want to play some games today? Yeah? Ok, here, I'll give you half your breakfast ...

Wait, says Holly. I just remembered I don't like games. Just put the bowl down, Food Lady. I won't ninja strike you again. Promise.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Caption This #14

Holy cow, it’s been forever since we’ve offered up a Caption This.

So we’ll start this off with a You’re Welcome when you see that I didn’t pun y’all with saying fur-ever.

And I have to tell you this, too. I was sorely tempted to use the saying Donkey’s Years after having just read this phrase in a Stephen King story, of all places.

I haven’t heard anyone say that in, well … you know.  Turns out that Donkey’s Years is an eggcorn from Donkey’s Ears.  Like, it’s been as long as a donkey’s ears.

But we don’t want to suggest a negative body image to a lovely pup who has yet to grow into her own air flappers, now do we?

Of course not, people.

Still, this expression on Holly’s adorable mug is worthy of a caption, I think.

Maybe …

Holly:  The cat called me a What?!

Or add the photo below for a two-liner:

Me:    Holly! Whacha rolling around in your mouth now?
Holly: [mmph] muffin. See?

Or:

Holly: Hey, Food Lady! D’ya like seafood?
Me:    Oh Holly, that joke’s even older than I …
Holly: Lookit!  Hahahahaha [snort]

And now let’s open it up to more ideas.  Drop us a comment with your clever dialogical thoughts.



Sunday, June 8, 2014

Little Red Wagon

Let's have Micron pull me!
Hey, wait a minute here, says Holly. Something's not right, Food Lady.

What? No. No, everything's fine, I say, lowering the camera. What do you mean, Holly?

So, says Holly. Remember the time Bodine the Benevolent Ruler of Sword House rolled on his back for you? And he wanted a belly rub? And then you said a really bad word and yelled about needing bondage?  

Bandage, I say. Yeah, that or possibly an EMT. Sure, the cat went all bear trap on me when I touched that gourd he calls a belly. Of course I remember that. It was creepy how he never stopped purring.

I shudder with the memory. But what does Bodine have to do with this?

I think, says Holly. I'm being set up here. 

C'mon, it's not a trap, General Ackbar, I say. Just a wading pool filled with old tennis balls. 

Uh huh. Tennis balls that I can't play with? asks Holly.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Miss Holly is Eleven Weeks


Not quite two months old, our Heros are still insisting on growing up. The Canine Companions for Independence Hero Litter - Holly, Harvest, Harpo, Hala, Hoagy, Harbor and Hudson - are across the country with their puppy raisers now and ready to rock the world.

Here's our Miss Holly at her Eleven Week photo shoot, looking all sassy and ready to prey on another inappropriate choice to chew upon in the great outdoors.

While I admit to have lowing my standards on permitting the occasional bug nom nom, we did put the ixnay on sticks and twigs. There's a certain cringe factor when one imagines how such things could gum up the delicate innards of a growing pup.

Do notice the photo bomb off in the background here. Our little Jagermeister may not have been the subject of the day but, he says, he is a force not to be ignored.

A Jager Bomb, so to speak.



Sunday, June 1, 2014

Age of Wonders

What's it been now, people? About eleven days, give or take, since Holly has moved in?

Sure, not quite two weeks here at Sword House, which is certainly well before the threshold suggested by that old adage about taking twenty one days to start a new habit.

And that means Holly the Wonder Dog is still enjoying the enviable world of puppy discoveries.

So, says Holly. I wonder what this tastes like.

And ...

Well, says Holly. What's this now? Let's give 'er a sniff.

And ...

I just wanna roll this around [mmph], says Holly. In my mouf for a minute.

So much yet to learn and find and eat and finger swipe out of a puppy maw. With the world as a playground, a puppy raiser finds herself on Yellow Alert whenever things get too quiet.

With one ear perked I go to check. Is she asleep on the dog bed or chewing the thing? Yep, gotta stay aware of where the little girl is.

What are these things you call Stairs?, asks Holly. Yeah, those look a little creepy. 

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