OK, in reality I do make time for my pups, but it seems that computer work has taken over my life in recent weeks.
OK, in reality I do make time for my pups, but it seems that computer work has taken over my life in recent weeks.

I yarked in the laundry.


Toby has proven to be a real Puppy With a Death Wish. The lightning-fast little guy managed to grab a mushroom while we were out in the yard, and all I saw was the end of the stem as he gobbled it up.
Fortunately his body started purging the mushroom right away. His poor little body emptied itself all over the place. The vet wasn’t particularly helpful in this instance. Her only advice was to take him to the emergency vet hospital. Yes, going there would be good, but it is a 45 minute drive away. I learned from a neighbor and from the internet that inducing vomiting with peroxide would be something to do within the first minutes before heading to the hospital.
I was lucky, and my little puppy survived the ordeal. Did he learn his lesson about mushrooms, though? Not that I can tell. He still pulls to get near every one he sees.
This cluster of three was found on the nearby church’s property, so I call the grouping The Holy Family of Mushrooms. The “Joseph” mushroom has a cap that is 9-10″ across. It is HUGE!
Here is “Joseph” seen from the top.
This mushroom had such a lovely color in real life. Between the shade of brown and its size, it reminded me of a loaf of bread on a stalk. Check out the leaves on the plant beside it to try to get an idea of just how massive it is.
These memories are for when I look back and try to recall what Toby did at which stages of development.
During his first week….
I had to add water to Toby’s kibble because he was too little to eat the chunks when they were dry.
Toby didn’t know how to shake. First he would shake the back end, then the front end. He didn’t know how to shake them together to properly fluff his fur.
At first, Toby was too tiny to make the first step out of the front door, so I would carry him. One time, I was carrying him inside my coat for the five steps from the front door to the snow when he just conked out. I couldn’t bring myself to wake him, so I just stood there with the puppy tucked in my coat. Toby was too tiny to see, and as people drove past, they gave me the strangest looks. (“Look at the odd woman standing in the yard looking at her coat!”)
Geordie wasn’t a happy camper because he had to wait inside.
Geordie and I garden in the summer. Here are some of the stranger veggies we have found growing in there.
(I have found that when women look at this, they see a bum. When guys look at it, they see boobs.)
This one grew with the “hand” sticking up out of the dirt. It put me in the mind of zombies for some reason…..
The red tomato is a regular sized tomato. The yellow one weighed several pounds. Before he could take over the world, I turned the yellow one into sauce!
To Geordie’s dismay, his streak of having manly Halloween costumes ran out when I decided to dress him as Magenta from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. (At least he was a good sport when I went to take his picture.)