{Leash by Found My Animal} So, lately we’ve been watching a whole lot more TV (or rather, tivo’d Disney Channel movies on repeat) around these parts than I think any parent would like to admit. I blame the flu. We’re working on it. Especially now that Delilah has taken to repeating pretty much everything she hears everywhere. Like this morning… Read more →
Category: Me Talking About My Dogs
Stinkerbell.
I really don’t want three dogs. I know she’s small, and adorable, and she lets Dee carry her around like a toy, but I really don’t want three dogs. We’re calling her Stinkerbell, because we needed to call her something, and she was kind of stinky when she got here, she gives you the Stink eye whenever she gets a… Read more →
Well, Shit.
Yesterday, a squirrel ran out into the street and under Scott’s car. Except it wasn’t a squirrel. It weighs about a pound, but we’re pretty sure it’s a dog of some kind. It’s just…let me remind you that I currently share my home with a sixty lb puppy, so you’ll excuse my confusion when upon realizing that this little girl… Read more →
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
The other day, Delilah was asking about Madden…our German Shepherd who died suddenly of kidney failure last month. Dee’s only 2, so she isn’t really developmentally able to grasp death yet (trust me, I asked like every expert in ear shot.) But she is old enough to have memories and articulate her thoughts. …And she’s telling us all the time… Read more →
Introducing Otis Redding
Because he’s red. And he’s awesome. You can call him Otie. Dee does. 11 Weeks Old, and Fifteen lbs of sweet Coonhound/Lab love. Our hearts still hurt, but this little guy is like a dose of percocet for the soul. {Totally unrelated: Want to win $100 worth of Mary Kay from me? Super low entries, great odds! GO!} Read more →
Goodnight Sweet Girl
Maddie and Scott in the old Bronco, December ’05. Read more →
Fuck.
I just buried my face in the hound dog’s fur and cried. I told her I need her to be strong and healthy for a long time. I let her lick my tears. Totally gross, I know, but the hound dog has been with me since Sara, Matthew and I adopted her in early 2002 and last week when we… Read more →
Ebony and Ivory
My parent’s dog Stealth is visiting us for the weekend. He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he? {and yes, Delilah IS holding two boob shaped bottles. Don’t ask.} Read more →
The Happiest Place on Earth
Maybe not the brightest idea two pregnant chicks have ever had, but my friend Amber (who’s due a mere two days before me) and I decided to attempt to beat the heat and take a 9am hike down Runyon Canyon this morning. (We failed. It was freakin’ 100 degrees by the time 9:30 rolled around.) Sophie ran ahead in search… Read more →
D.H. – a study in orange.
One Sunday morning in New York, my room mates and I grabbed some coffee and started a trek uptown to the 101st street ASPCA. We’d been tossing around the idea of getting a dog (much to Katie and Amy’s dismay, but they were studying abroad at the time and we wanted a puppy, dammit) and we thought we’d go check… Read more →