Wednesday, December 31, 2008

3 Christmas-ish Videos

These videos make me laugh.

First, on Christmas Day in Ohio, it was 60 degrees! The boys didn't know what to do with themselves. :)

Second, this video is for Stella. I mentioned that Gus and Waldo aren't allowed to have stuffees. This is why:

Finally, Gus shows off for you!

Happy New Year, everyone!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Wat Duz It Meen?

Mommee came home today with leeking eyes. Someting about hur wurk clozing. We iz sad becuz mommee iz sad.

Den mommee sayz dat she will bee home wit us all da times. We iz sad dat she iz sad, but we iz also HAPPEE!!! We getz to see more of the mommee!

Will all of woo pees give tail wagz for da mommee?

Tank woo,
Gus and Waldo

Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmastime Fun

Had to make room on the mantle this year for a new baby boy's stocking!

Christmas is always interesting at our house, because Gus is infamous for not liking boxes. He HATES them! He usually just lays down and tries not to make sudden movements as to disturb the boxes. We, of course, like to taunt him by sliding boxes toward him (don't submit us to PETA, please). :)

Waldo, so far, seems pretty indifferent. Perhaps this stems from the fact that he is three times the size of any possible threat. Perhaps he's just too dopey to be scared of a piece of cardboard. Whatever it is, I'm happy, because that means I don't have a 90-pound 8-month-old tearing around the house all the time.

On Christmas Eve, Waldo and Gus got some rawhides from Aunt Ashley. After they each consumed half a stick, the hubs and I decided they won't be eating those any longer. Phewee!! They stunk up the whole living room! We love them, but when they were making farts that smelled worse than last month's garbage, we decided the rawhides had to go. (And we know, we know--rawhides aren't good for them, anyway.)

On Christmas Day, the boys were very excited about the contents of their stockings. They squeaked!!

Inside, Waldo had a squeaky hot dog (courtesy of a work White Elephant exchange, thankyouverymuch), and Gus had a squeaky chicken. Sadly, for as well-behaved as our dogs are, they aren't always well-behaved with each other. Kinda like kids.

Gus thought this gift was his--after all, it had his name on it! Alas, it was a gift for mommee--Milk Duds--from cousins Rainbeau and Duncan! Sorry, Gus. They know we're dog people! Sadly, Waldo will never have his picture on wrapping paper. He's too oddly colored. Unless I find dalmatian paper and color the white parts gray.

Gus was totally thrilled with mommee's gift of a labelmaker. Hmm, maybe not. (click on the pic for some zoom)

Gus and Waldo ended up having a very profitable Christmas. Rope tugs and treats from Great-Grandma, treats from Great-Aunt Linda, BIG box of treats from Aunt Ashley, a new KONG from mommee and daddee, and a very cool paw print kit from Grandma. Thanks, everybodee!!

Sunday, December 28, 2008

All Tuckered Out

Haroo, doggie fwiends!

Dis ting calld Cwismas has tuckrd us owt. We be posting all 'bout it laters. Speshul tanks to our old and new fwiends fur all da Cwismas gweetings. We wuvs woo all and cant waits to hear all abowt ur new treets and stuffees. For now it iz sleepee times!

Gus and Waldo

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas From the Boys

"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord."

We hope all of you have a blessed Christmas day!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Day We Brought You Home (June 22, 2008)

Dear Waldo,

The day we brought you home was an exciting day for Mommy. She had been talking about getting a big puppy like you for a while, but Daddy wasn't too happy about it. Then Mommy and Daddy struck a deal: if he got a motorcycle, Mommy would get a dog. Mommy knew she wanted a BIG dog, like her friend Zander at house church. He is a brindle Dane and such a good boy. Mommy started looking for ideas on Craigslist, and she saw an ad for 2 merle Dane babies.

It was a very sad story. Your furmommy died from a stomach disease when you were only 2 days old. I know you never met her. The lady who owned your furmommy was not a very good lady, and she gave you away before you knew what was happening! Your adopted mommy took care of you and fed you from a bottle. She wasn't your forever mommy, though. She already had 2 Danes of her own and she lived on a big farm that needed a lot of work. It was hard for her to take care of you and your brother Archie. She was happy when Mommy called to ask about you. She said she had started calling you Waldo because you liked to run around her farm and chase the cats, and she could never find you. She said you liked to play with your brother, but you were kind of shy.

When I went to see you for the first time, I loved you and your brother. Daddy and I went together, even though he wasn't very happy to be getting another dog--especially one that would be as big as you! But Daddy picked you out. He said you looked like a good-looking dog. Mommy agreed.

When Mommy went to pick you up, she brought her sister Ashley. Mommy knew that she would need some help with such a big puppy. You weren't very happy to get in the car, and when you got in, you just laid down on the towels.

You were very smelly. Looking back, Mommy thinks that the lady who raised you didn't take care of you very well. You were left outside all the time, so you had lots of bites and you smelled bad. You also didn't have any boundaries, which is why you had so many problems peeing in the house. But Mommy saw past all of that, because that's what Mommies do. When we got home, we took you right to the bathtub. You did not like that first bath at all! You were like a bucking bronco--another evidence that you had never been washed before. But soon you settled down a little bit with some help from some treats.

After your bath, you were understandably nervous. This was a very scary day for you! We took you outside to explore the backyard, and you liked to flop down in the grass. You had trouble with the stairs (isn't that hard to imagine now?), but your big brother was always next to you to help you.

Gus was always such a good big brother. He was very gentle with you, and helped you play with your toys and showed you how to sit. You were very small next to him, but we knew you would grow past him soon enough.

You spent a lot of the day laying around, just taking in the new surroundings. Daddy and I welcomed you gently into our new family. You went to sleep in your new cage unwillingly at first, but now you go in like a pro.

We've said many times that you were not as easy as Gus. You had Mommy very worried that she had made a bad decision. But now we can't imagine this family without our big, dopey boy. You've had your ups and downs, but we love you so much. Oh--and Gus loves you, too.


Monday, December 22, 2008

The Day We Brought You Home (July 18, 2006)

Dear Gus,

The day we brought you home was one of the happiest days that we have ever had. Mommy and Daddy had been married a little over a year, and they were looking for a special little one to add to their family. Mommy and Daddy had been arguing over what kind of puppy we should get, and Daddy won the argument. We looked all over the paper for puppies, and we found a nice lady not too far from us who had Golden puppies for sale. We knew we wanted a reddish puppy, because our friend Henry is red, and he was sooo pretty. We asked the lady, and she said the momma was a little bit red, but the daddy was VERY red, so we were excited. When we got to the farm, the lady showed us where the puppies were. Mommy was soooo excited to see all the little furballs!

Each of your brothers and sisters were a little bit different. The momma (Lily) and the daddy (Winchester) made VERY cute babies! The coloring on each of you was a little bit different. One of your brothers had a half-red half-blonde face! Another had a red mohawk down his nose! We had trouble deciding which puppy to take home.

We stood on the outside of the fence for a long time. We kept looking at all the puppies, trying to decide which one to bring home with us. Soon, the puppies sitting next to the fence got bored of waiting for us, and they went back to playing with each other, or eating their feet, or rolling around in the straw.

Except for one.

One little boy stayed sitting at the fence the whole time. He did not get up and play. He did not walk away from the fence. He stayed next to the fence, looking at us.

His face was smaller--not broad like his daddy's. His ears laid flat next to his head and were darker red. That little boy was you.

We went to the farm that day to choose a puppy, but in truth, you chose us. The lady at the farm said you were the calmest one. You would let her lay you on your back and rub your belly without biting. We knew you were the one.

We put your new collar on--the red one with "Gus" printed on it. Mommy picked out the name. You are named after one of her favorite TV show characters, Gus Pike. You shivered when you were in mommy's arms because you were so high up.

Your mommy walked us to the car, and barked "goodbye" as we drove away. You sat in my lap in the car.

Mommy and Daddy took you to meet Uncle Kent and Gunner. Even though you were scared in the car, you weren't scared of Gunner at all! You chased her around the yard, and Mommy and Daddy thought it was so funny that Gunner was so scared of you!

After you chased Gunner around for a little while, Uncle Kent took this picture of us--our new three-person family.

Finally, we took you home. It was a long day, and you fell asleep in your box bed right away. We covered it with a towel so it would be dark for you. You got up once at night, but Mommy took you out and then you went right back to sleep. You never peed in the house, you were such a good boy.

We are so glad we adopted you. Everyone talks about what a good boy you are. You are a little bit hyper, but you are a good dog and you know lots of tricks. Mommy always says, "I loved you first." It is true, little man.

Mommy and Daddy

Saturday, December 20, 2008


GRRRRRRR....Mommee, why iz you laffing? Dis is NOT funnee!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Belated Never Hurt Anyone

Yes, this is very late, but our very dear friends Nala and Amber tagged us for this a while ago, and we're just now getting to it. Sorry, Nala! We didn't forget, though. She said the tag is to go to your computer archives and then go to the 6th folder and pick the 6th picture and then post it along with the story behind it. Here's the 6th pic in our 6th folder:

What a great memory! This is a pic of Waldo's first time swimming! We have a Dash-n-Splash every year at a local pool, and the boys had a blast. Waldo was very unsure of the water at first, and whenever Gus would jump in (Gus is our little fish), Waldo would pace along the side of the pool, and whine and bark until Gus came back. One time, Waldo just sort of flopped into the pool after Gus. His eyes got REALLY big, and he turned right around and came back to the edge of the pool again, but his "whistle was whetted", and after that there was no stopping him!! In fact, later in the day my hubby managed to catch this shot:

Poor Gus doesn't know what's about to hit him!! WATCH OUT, GUS!

For this fun trip down memory lane, we'd like to tag:

1. Bianca

2. Max and Sasha

3. Saint Lover


4. The PR Gang!

Wordless Wednesday

Monday, December 15, 2008

Sleepytime Boys

I just love seeing this at my feet...

...though I'm not sure how it is comfortable for Gus.

Christmas Party and My Boys

This weekend the hubs and I went to his annual work Christmas party. This is the one night of the year I get to jazz out, and I was excited about this $10 shirt/dress. This is also my first pair of leggings since I was 12. Not sure I'll ever wear them again, as I felt like a fashion sell-out all evening. :) When we got back, the boys were (as ever) excited to see us. It was hard to tell them why they couldn't lean against me, but they did it anyway, of course, hence the wrinkles and spots. Is this what its like to have kids?

(I hate the picture quality. We had to take a bunch in a row before the boys cooperated, and our add-on flash wasn't responding fast enough. You should see the original of this one.)

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Our First Award!

Hooray! We are so happy to receive our first award, The Lemonade Award, from our new friends the Dughallmor Beagles.

This award is passed to bloggers for showing great Attitude and/or Gratitude.

My nominees for this award are:

Khyra, the Siberian Husky - for always making great "khomments" on our site, and making us feel loved,
Maggie and Mitch - for always making us laugh with funny beard-growing stories,
Chelsea and Shiloh - for being our first doggie friends on this site,
The Texas Sun Dogs - for being so helpful with Waldo's mangy problems,
Princeton - for being a fellow Merle like Waldo (and acting crazy like him, too)

Thanks to all of our friends for being so lickably grrrreat!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Waldo = Bad Dog

I've always called Waldo my "foodie". If I had known how much of one he was going to be, we would have changed his name to Alton Brown, or Rachael Ray. He LOVES food. If you're eating, he's sitting right next to you, sniffing away. We will send him to his bed, and slowly but surely, like ninja cat he will sneak back to you, sniffing away again. I always have to keep a close eye on him, because he will eat anything that smells good...including string, tissues, and sticks from the backyard. He hasn't been as bad as Gus was with chewing up good things (like my SHOES), but maybe that's because the things put in his mouth usually disappear within 5 seconds.

I cleaned out the refrigerator last night. (can you see where this story's going?) We had some Thanksgiving leftovers that we weren't going to get to, some takeout, some past dinners. My hubs is notorious for not eating leftovers, so unless I get to them, we usually end up having a "mass cleanout" once a week around trash day. Last night was that time. I didn't take the trash out like normal, though, so the can was full of food when we all went to bed.

This morning, the trash can was toppled over in the kitchen, with all non-edible trash items strewn about the kitchen, most of them with wet spots from where a naughty puppy had licked off all remnants of leftovers that might have been stuck to them. Immediately, ANGER popped up. He knows he's not allowed in the trashcan! Then FEAR crept in. What had I thrown away? Is any of it bad for dogs? My mind filed quickly through what I had thrown away...3 ham slices, bread stuffing, mashed potatoes, 1/4 steak from Outback, 1/2 cup of spaghetti noodles, about 6 deviled eggs, turkey gravy, tomatoes and onions from tacos, a piece of apple pie, a serving of cherry turnover. And as I looked over the pile of trash, I realized that every last bit of it was gone. That's when I started laughing (on the inside). He had the best feast he's ever going to have!

I would have gotten a picture, but I didn't want to encourage Waldo to think that this kind of behavior was going to get any attention. Plus, his breath really smelled bad. All those onions, you know.

p.s. I just read on the ASPCA website that onions are bad for dogs. There weren't THAT many in there, and there were several on the ground, so hopefully the small amount won't hurt him.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Hmm...this doesn't seem right....

Sorry this pic's a little dark. It was nighttime, and I was in my car. But I snapped this while the hubs ran in for some takeout:

Remember how I posted that Waldo is a momma's boy? Well, Gus is a daddy's boy. He sat in the driver seat and kept his eye on Applebee's takeout door until the hubs came back out of it. I know I should have shoo'd him back into the backseat, but it was sooo cute I had to snap a pic first. :)

Monday, December 8, 2008

Welcome Home!

We just got back last night from spending the weekend at my in-laws' house for Thanksgiving/Christmas. Waldo went with us, as no kennel would have taken him, and we didn't want to burden any of our friends with his extensive daily care. Poor Gus! He did alright--he stayed with his friend Gunner for the weekend, so he was happy.

Waldo is showing great improvement. He still has a long way to go, but his bleeding spots are down to a minimum. His skin is extremely flaky--a lot of the dead skin cells are coming off in chunks. His face seems to be the only real troublesome spot left--probably because he has a chance to lick it as much as he wants. At our most recent vet app't, Waldo was down 3 pounds. Not surprising, given the trauma he's been through the last couple of weeks. He's still within healthy weight, so I'm not too worried. He never stopped eating, even with his high fever, so I know he'll gain it back.

This is how Waldo stayed for most of the weekend:

He was in good spirits again, getting out the tennis balls and enjoying his treats more than ever. He was very interested in Bill, the in-laws' cat. That is, until Bill hissed at Waldo. Then he wasn't so interested.

When Waldo continually rubbed his face against the floor, we had to resort to this again:

You can see how thrilled he is about it!! The boys made fun of him all weekend about his "sweet hat".

I was so proud of him, though. He doesn't feel well, but he was still on his best behavior--m-i-l and f-i-l commented repeatedly about what a good dog he was. They also couldn't believe how much of a momma's boy he is! I guess I didn't realize it until we were at another house, but Waldo would follow me EVERYWHERE. He always had to have me in his sights. Pretty cute, actually. Warms a momma's heart.

Here we all are, in our family photo (minus one brother):

Hmm...have to work on the "looking at the camera" thing.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

How Gus Spent Thanksgiving

Haroo! Dis is Gus. I wike dis howliday calld Tanksgiving. Firsts, I gets yummy turky. Den, I get to spends my hole dayz wit my familee.

But the bestez part is dat I getz to watch doggehs on da TVs!!! Mommy sayz itz someting calld da Nashonal Doggeh Sho. Haroo!! Wat an awwsom day!!!

P.S. A Note from Dog Mom: This picture isn't posed. He really sat like this through most of the Dog Show. It was so cute!
P.S.S. Dis iz Gus again. I iz not cute. Iz HANSOM.

Monday, December 1, 2008

In case you were wondering....

Waldo IS a horse. See? He is sleeping standing up!

Medical update: Thankfully this picture is from a phone, so you can't see details. But you probably get a good picture of what's happening. The hubs took him to the vet today. She gave him a stronger antibiotic and a relief spray. We have to keep giving him a bath everyday, which, for those Dane owners, you know how fun that is. :) He has new spots popping up all along his spine, so we have to keep them clean so they won't look as bad as his hip spots.

Gus is doing well with all this--but he doesn't understand why Waldo doesn't want to play. Gus keeps taking the tennis balls over to Waldo and dropping them in front of him to no avail. :(

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Waldo Update

So, we took Waldo to the emergency vet last night. He was just bleeding everywhere, and he had some new spots along his spine, which made us nervous about more open sores. He also has some new spots on his face--his right lip is all fat. Since I haven't felt comfortable with our vet (and since the last visit to our vet his spots have quadrupled), I wanted to take him in.

I was honestly worried that she was going to tell us that the best course of action was to put him down. With all the trauma to this major organ, I wouldn't have been surprised. She said its one of the worst cases she's ever seen. She thinks that there's an abcess of infection under the skin, and the body is working extra hard to try to fight it--his temp was about 104.5. Thankfully, she said that he's doing just what he's supposed to do--and that putting him down was definitely not something we'd have to consider immediately. She said if it continues to worsen, he'll probably need to see a dermatologist. We're just to continue doing what we're doing--giving him hydrotherapy twice a day to wash away blood/pus, Clavamox, Ivermectin, add some Benadryl to help him sleep. I've also added fish oil and Vitamin C as a twice-a-day regimen--thanks to all for the suggestions for that. We're giving it to my Golden, also. She also gave us a larger ecollar--dopey Waldo has such a giraffe-y neck, he needed one that is 21" long!

It's "funny"--although he doesn't look too much better, I feel better because she said we were doing things right, and he wasn't going to need to be put down anytime soon. The thought of losing him so soon was making me crazy.

Honestly, I don't think I would be doing very well if it wasn't for all of you thinking of us and giving me suggestions. I REALLY appreciate all of the suggestions and the help. I'll keep everyone updated.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

From bad to worse

Here's Waldo now (I'm not putting the picture here, just a link. Because the picture is kind of disturbing, and not everyone likes looking at illness unless they have to.) This was taken last night after a soap and water bath. The pus had built up so much on his back that we washed it off. But then he was bleeding afterwards for about 45 minutes or so, because his skin is so thin.

I'm starting Waldo on a fish oil supplement, and possibly Vitamin C, as well. He's also on Ivomex and an antibiotic. The skin is so raw because he kept licking and biting, which is why I'm pretty sure it spread so quickly. The secondary infection is pretty nasty.

Thankfully Gus seems to be okay still. Of course we're hyper-sensitive to any biting or scratching he is doing, so we'll probably give him a medicated bath tonight, just in case.

Sadly, we're missing the Santa photo shoot tonight. I don't think I can take Waldo out. People might think I'm abusive and set the Humane society on me. :(

Friday, November 28, 2008

Poor Waldo

Waldo was licking his sores so badly we decided to get a cone for him. Now he's totally docile.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving, America!

Now, this picture isn't of one of us, but it's the message we want to send you today:

Congrats to the POINTER, who won the American Dog Show today!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Poor Puppy.

Although the title of this entry is one of my favorite children's books, sadly it has nothing to do with how many toys Waldo owns. It has to do with a recurring problem that Waldo has--his skin.

When Waldo was 17 weeks, he had mange. Little red bumps over his chin, front legs, chest, neck and rump. Loss of hair all over--my poor balding baby. We treated it with weekly baths, a medicated collar, and some medicine from the vet--about a $200 visit. Thankfully, he was able to get over it, and had pretty good skin after that.

Well, something else has appeared. And it has appeared hard core. Flaky skin, losing hair, nasty red bumps and irritation. I feel so bad, because I know its uncomfortable for him--the spots are so itchy he's bleeding. We've been on antibiotics and topical cream for 2 weeks, with no result (well, with negative results--its only gotten worse). I've taken to not giving him the medicine and cream anymore. Just baths. With Christmas and Thanksgiving approaching, its not really feasible right now to go and have another $200 vet bill...especially since we went 2 weeks ago only to be told "it's allergies". I'm SO over the vet telling me that every time!!

p.s. On a positive note, Waldo made it 6 hours this afternoon with NO pee in his cage!! GOOD BOY!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Wordless Wednesday...I mean, Sunday!

We'd like to say thanks to all of our friends who wished Dog Mom well this last week. She appreciated everything everyone said about her Grandpa. Thanks also for the great suggestions for Waldo's peeing episodes. Since the entry, he hasn't had any accidents (find some wood!). Maybe it was just our crazy routine and everything with Grandpa that was throwing him off.

Since we missed Wordless Wednesday last week, we thought we'd add our entry today. This is what mornings and evenings look like at our house. Enjoy!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Breaking Point

Dog Mom here.

I need help. Waldo is about to drive us to drink. He is a 7-month old Great Dane with what appears to be a severely small bladder. It's so frustrating! Everyone says that dogs should be able to "hold it" one hour for each month. Well, Waldo is the exception to that rule. Everyone also says that dogs don't like to pee in their cages because then they have to lay in it. Well, Waldo's the exception to that rule, too.

Today marks the 3rd day THIS WEEK that Waldo has peed in his cage. And its not just that he pees a little. This is GREAT DANE pee we're talking about here! It's like every time he goes, he's emptying a tankard. I go through almost an entire roll of paper towels cleaning it up--not to mention the extra load of laundry we have to do because his blanket's completely soaking wet, and the floor we have to clean because it drips when we take it to the basement.

Nick is totally done--and now relegating Waldo and his cage to the basement. I would like to solve the problem, instead of banishing our youngest to scary land.


Here's what we're already doing:
1. We have cordoned his cage off, so he only has room to turn around. After he pees, he ends up standing for the rest of the time.
2. We don't leave him all day. Nick leaves for work about 9:00. He comes home for lunch about 12:30, then leaves again about 1. I get home between 5:30 and 6. So at the most, he's going 5 to 5.5 hours.
3. Nick restricts their water at lunchtime.
4. I KNOW he can hold it longer. A few times we've forgotten to put him in his cage overnight, and he makes it 7 or 8 hours without having an accident in the house.

I let him out often when I'm home, and he always goes potty in the yard. I take him out every hour or hour and a half, because he will literally stand in the dining room and start peeing (and I'm NOT ignoring him). This is where I think part of the problem might be--he hasn't worked his bladder-holding muscles enough. But I don't really know how to work on that--he'll just pee where he stands. Recently he has started whining when he needs to go out, which is helpful, and I always praise him up and down when he does that.

Doggie mommies and daddies--any suggestions?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Bye-bye, Great-Grandpa

This is our great-grandpa Hume (Dog Mom's grandpa). He passed away tonight. He and his wife had been together 63 years. Can you believe it? He loved us a lot. Even though we made him sneeze, he still loved to hear stories about us and the silly things we do. He always saved the good bits of pot roast and chicken for us. He was a great man, and Dog Mom's going to miss him a lot. But she knows he's living in Heaven with Jesus now, so she feels better.

We're sitting close to Mommy tonight, because we know she's feeling sad. Maybe you all can say happy thoughts for her? Kthanx.

Friday, November 14, 2008

My LOL dogs

I Can Has Hot Dog is one of my favorite dog sites. It's just so silly! All these funny pictures of dogs (they now have cats and celebrities, too) with ridiculous captions. The captions are not standard English-friendly (which sometimes makes it difficult to read), but they are so funny that it works. Kind of like Chick-Fil-A cow writing (chikin).

Anyway, I tried my hand at a couple. Whaddya think?

Monday, November 10, 2008

Walks, Allergies, and Football, oh my!

So, I tried to do the walk with the boys on Saturday. Either the people left early, or there wasn't anyone that showed up, because we arrived at 9:02 and saw no one. Rrgh. We ended up walking a mile or so down the trail, then turned back and went to the dog park instead. Guess we'll have to make sure we leave extra early for the December walk. I was a little sad (the dog park had a couple of pesky and growl-y dogs on Sat.), but we'll be okay, I guess.

Both Gus and Waldo are following in their momma's footsteps with the allergies. Gus has several hotspots on the back of his neck, and Waldo's coat is dull and his skin has some flaking/rashiness. The vet gave them some Cephalexin (doggie strength) and some antihistamines that make them both drowsy. It's kind of funny watching Waldo stumble around when he's groggy. :)

I thought this picture was funny. A couple of weeks ago, we were playing "fetch" in the backyard. My favorite is to throw it high in the air for Waldo to catch it. I managed to throw a good enough throw with my left hand to be able to take an airborne picture of Waldo, my tight end. :) Gus, of course, is my wide receiver and waiting for the long ball.

p.s. Nick and I watched Wall-E tonight (sooo cute). We think Waldo makes Wall-E noises. :)

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Wordless Wednesday

Can you come up with a caption for this pic? :)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Happy Election Day, America!

If we had opposable thumbs, we'd totally be voting today! But since we can't--make sure that YOU do!!
Gus and Waldo

This has been a public service announcement. The dogs in the blog are not affiliated in any way with either political party, and do not endorse political candidates of any kind. They are, however, swayed with treats of a delicious kind, and are therefore not to be held accountable for their actions.

A note from Mom:
Found this--anyone want to join me?

Get Walking Greene County: Paws to Lose Pounds

Saturday, November 8, 9 a.m. @ Beavercreek Community Park

Your well-mannered dog on a non-retractable leash will reap the benefits while walking toward a healthier lifestyle with you. Don't forget your passport - if you don't have one, you can pick one up from the staff member at the hike. Hike a total of 30 miles in any combination of hikes offered in this program and be eligible to purchase a Greene County Parks walking stick! This hike is Free.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Ta Da!

Congratulations to those who guessed the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man, and The Scarecrow--you were right!!

We were a huge hit at the costume parade today. I'll post more pics later, but the big surprise was...we won 1st prize in the "Owner/Dog Combo" contest!!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Halloween Hints

So the boys and I are walking in a costume pet parade this Saturday. I just finished making the costumes tonight. Here's a picture for a hint. Anyone think they can guess what we're going as?

p.s. If I've already told you, don't give away the surprise!

Friday, October 17, 2008

Making Strides for Breast Cancer

Tomorrow, Waldo and I will be continuing a family tradition of walking in our local Making Strides for Breast Cancer walk. For those of you who don't know, both my grandmother and my mother have battled breast cancer. My mamaw survived the disease, and passed away in January from a non-breast cancer related illness, and my mom is battling her 4th round of the disease.

Making Strides is a walk that benefits the American Cancer Society. My family and I have walked for the last 4 years or so. Last year, I took Gus with me. This year, however, I'm going to take Waldo. Nick is going to be helping a friend out at a farm, so Gus will be going with him. It's only supposed to be 40 degrees tomorrow morning, though, so I thought I'd make Waldo a t-shirt to "advertise" why we're walking, and to help Waldo keep warm. I also made some bandannas to wear for both he and I. Here are the final products:

I've heard a "rumor" that there aren't supposed to be dogs, but I'm ignoring the rule. No one ever said that last year, there were a bunch of dogs, and Gus is WAY more hyper, so I think we'll be okay.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Bad Dogs!

Nick and I are in the market for some fence. It doesn't have to be fancy. It doesn't have to be new. It actually only needs 2 requirements:
  1. It needs to be sturdy enough to last through the winter.
  2. It needs to be TALL. 6' or more would be preferable.
Why are we in the market for a fence all of a sudden? Well, because of this...

If you aren't able to see the pictures clearly, it is our two dogs, being led back INTO our yard by two very nice neighbor ladies. Gus learned this "neat" little trick from Gunner--if you push onto our crappy yet semi-functional fence just enough, it will fold down and allow easy access out of the backyard. Gus has since taught this "neat" little trick to Waldo, who doesn't need to know how easy it is to get out of the yard! Gus is pretty smart, and has found his way back to our porch on more than one occasion. Waldo, however, is not the brightest bulb in the pack, and probably wouldn't have any idea how to get back. In fact, if Gus hadn't been with him today, he probably would have run away from the neighbors because he's so skittish.

Anyone have any fence options?