Yes, this is an actual fear of mine. With all of the “zrp! zrp! zpr!” and friction coming from these pants, I worry about inadvertently starting a natural disaster. I am sure the best solution would be to walk more…but then I would still be dealing with the whole friction situation, wouldn’t I? Nah, better to sit back and have another banana smoothie. Anyway, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.
I know my boys would love it if you laughed at their terrible misfortunes..
It was an exhausting but wonderful day! Mom took me out on the 50′ leash, and I ran and swam and played like a puppy. I dove and rolled and took snow baths. I dug tunnels and hunted for voles and leaped for snowflakes. When I was done, I plunked my butt down in the snow for a refreshing sit. Ahh, it was heaven. Sure I had to get de-snowballed, but it was worth it.
After all of that play, I needed a nap somewhere quiet (where that usurping little brother of mine couldn’t find me), so I crept off to the dirty laundry for some serious sleep.
Mommy says: Since Geordie has come along, I haven’t been able to use a hamper or a laundry bag. I end up with the dirty clothes in a pile so that Geordie can sleep in them. I have tried giving him soft, pretty blankets and beds, but all he wants is stinky clothes. A messy corner is a small price to pay for a happy pup!
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Remember this guy? He was one of Toby’s Christmas presents, and I was trying to determine what exactly he was.
I think I’ve figured it out….he’s Pfft the Magic Dragon!
Toby gave him an “everythingectomy” and sent him back to Honahlee.
(If you know what I’m talking about, you’re oooolddd!)
I don’t think a single one of Toby’s Christmas presents survived until the first of the year. It seems that, as with Geordie, he works out his emotional frustrations with his stuffed animals. There was a cute little stuffed hedgehog that Geordie had for years (and treated kindly), and Toby completely eviscerated it last week. Come on, how much stress could there be in your life when you’re a puppy?!?
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From one extreme to the other! You didn’t even need a coat to be comfortable outside.
Today made for a wonderful respite from the very cold and icy weather we have been having. I did my best to make the boys go for a nice long walk because we are expecting below freezing temps and snow/rain tomorrow. They were having none of that, however. Poor Geordie has a sore paw, so he didn’t feel like walking, and Toby just wanted to be a socializing goofball.
It looks like we are going to be in the teens for the foreseeable future; that means no outdoor exercise for Mommy either. Maybe I should just start shopping online for lazy pants right now….
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This is how we started our morning. I thought it was cold the day Toby arrived at 11 degrees, but we were nearly 20 degrees colder today. I was shocked to see that by 10:00 pm, it had climbed to 30 degrees. At night! We haven’t seen mercury at night in weeks!
There have been some changes in dog laws in this area to restrict the amount of time your dog can be outside in these kinds of temps. That is a great thing, but Toby has yet to get the memo. If it were up to him, he would live outside. He LOVES snow and can’t get enough of it. His favorite thing is for someone to kick snow up in the air so he can leap up and try to catch it. If the snow is too packed, he will kindly dig to loosen it so you can create a spray for him. I have indulged His Naughtiness enough that now I am gimpy from pulled muscles.
Thanks, Snow Monster, I needed another reason for people to make fun of me.
This is The Usurper. He has outgrown his green sweater, but he has a green flower attached to his collar so you can still recognize him. It turns out this little puppy enjoys snow more than most anything in life….except maybe tennis balls.
Toby and I played for hours out in the snow. I tried to build a Snow Toby, but it came out looking more like Winnie the Poo or Mickey Mouse. (My audience is divided on that one.) It was a nearly impossible task because Toby tore up each snow ball as fast as I could roll it.
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I think Toby may have just won the Naughtiest Dog award for the month.
Over the holiday, family was visiting from out of town. My SIL is a primary school teacher and brought some papers to grade over on her Christmas break. As she was going over the children’s work, Toby decided to help himself to some papers to chew on and play “run around the house”. I told my SIL to tell the children that reindeer had gotten to their homework. Instead she took a photo of my naughty puppy caught red-tounged with papers in his mouth to show the students that the dog ate their homework! (That excuse doesn’t work for kids, but for some reason it does for teachers.)
I’m still not sure how, but Toby got toys and treats from Santa. He must have a very high tolerance for bad behavior in canines.
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OK, so maybe Santa could forgive him for the chewed tube of toothpaste incident….but this? I have been sick all week, and today is the first time I have really been able to walk the pups in a while. After the walk, as I was taking off my hat and gloves, Toby Monster somehow managed to reach of one of my Christmas cards. Well, I guess now it is his.
I hear Santa is happy about saving $$ on all that wrapping paper.
It’s fun for the whole family (but you don’t have to share if you don’t want to!).
Yup, he got another one. (The other tube made it into an Amazon review for Petrodex.) Toby is so excited about Christmas and snow that he is going nuts. I thought there might be a chance that Santa could bring him something for the holiday, but now I just don’t know….
Yesterday he was so wound up about going out in the snow that he chewed up one of my shoes, stole a sock and tore up a throw rug while I was getting dressed to take him out. His outdoor, boinging joy is so contagious, though that I love being outside with him.
Geordie, on the other paw, could do with a little less puppy.
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Meet teeny, tiny Toby,
His toots more lethal than old socks!
And if you ever smelled them,
You’d be a pine-y box.
All of the folks around him
Looked upon his toots with fear.
On more than one occasion,
They’d been known to kill a deer.
Then one sunny afternoon
Recruiters came to ask:
“Toby with your toots so rank,
Won’t you come augment our tanks?”
Then how the nation loved him
As they sang and did a dance.
You, teeny tiny Toby
You have lethal flatulence!
The itty bitty monster was living up to his reputation again this week….
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