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As you can see, at 22 pounds, I was perfect.
(This is Geordie. The original Bitey Dog!)
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Come see what else my boys have been up to in Dream Our World.
Inside Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams, view the world or art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
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‘Fraid all I have left from my ensemble is the zucchini.
Those shelter people stole more than just my fur when I showed up.
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Come see what other naughty things my boys have been up to in Dream Our World.
Inside Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams, view the world or art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
Doogie was small enough that he didn’t mind standing on Murphy when he wanted to reach something. Given the hot weather, Murphy may have objected to his living Ushanka.
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I don’t mind standing on your head.
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I mind a little.
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See what Murphy’s brothers have been up to in Dream Our World.
Inside Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams, view the world or art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
Murphy has turned out to have the most beautiful smile.
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Come see what Murphy’s naughty brothers have been up to in Dream Our World.
Inside Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams, view the world or art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
At least that glorified little rat isn’t in my bed.
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He’s eyeing my bed, isn’t he?
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Don’t tell him I’m here.
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Aah, a few minutes without that little booger.
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Shhh, don’t tell him I’m here.
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Heh heh…don’t tell him I have another bed!
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Well, it turns out Doogie is just as cooperative for photos as Murphy is.
I think I’m going to ignore him and eat this grass.
Ignore me, will ‘ya? Well I’ll ignore you right back!
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This evening I found Doogie lying in Murphy’s bed. He gave me a look that whispered, “Don’t tell him I’m here.” OK. I won’t tell him, but I bet before this visit is over, I’ll find the two of you curled up together like best friends.
In the spring, I was tidying up the garden when I noticed that one of my strawberry plants had died.
Strawberry bed without chicken wire cover.
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The strawberry bed has a foot high metal wall with chicken wire on top. When I lifted the wire to pull up the dead plant, I found that some stupid b*tch bunny had hopped on top of the chicken wire and clawed and chewed her way into the bed. She dug a hole under one of my unlucky plants and laid her clutch of fur-covered destroyers. When I picked up the plant, I found a huge wad of her hair where the roots should have been and three sleeping vermin underneath.
Evil lagomorphs where strawberry should be.
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I tried to shoo the undersized monsters away to wreak their havoc elsewhere, but they were stubbornly reluctant to leave.
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Voracious cuniculus is trying to blend in with the dirt.
(I’m not gonna eat that strawberry. Honest.)
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Hence the term “harebrained”.
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You can’t see me!
(Oh yes I can.)
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For the rabbit lovers out there, no cottontails were (seriously) harmed in the making of this blog post. (My turnips, peas and strawberries suffered, however!!) I did tell them that if I caught them in the garden again I would make Hasenpfeffer out of them. So far they’ve wisely heeded my warning.
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Murphy putting his terrier stink in the garden to try to keep the pests away.
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Hello? Are there any bunnies in there?
I’m afraid this is what passes for patriotism with my boys.
Happy Independence Day everyone!
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*Nom nom* That blueberry was delicious.
I’ll eat all the rest in those buckets, thank you.
Murphy has figured out where blueberries come from, and he is quite willing to pick them himself. What a helpful lad.
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I was hoping that Cousin Doogie would entice Murphy to play, but Murphy seemed determined to nap his way through the weekend. Why didn’t I get any pictures of them together? This was about as close as they got the whole time. Both turned out to be shy guys who preferred to stay near familiar humans.
(The next time I or anyone in my family adopts a dog, I think I am going to insist they get a Westie. Then all I will have to draw are eyes and a nose and not fuss with all these colors!)
I wasn’t ignoring you. You just weren’t very interesting.
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He can come, but he can’t have my spot by the door.
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Cousin Doogie will be joining us for the weekend. While Murphy has never had canine company, I am optimistic he;s going to enjoy having a buddy for a few days.
(Secretly I am hoping that Doogie teaches Murphy how to play. I think maybe a puppy will be able do what a human can’t.)
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 