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Pair of boots sitting on grass.

These were my boots when they were young and innocent…before they became attempted murderers.

 

Photo of swollen and bruised legs.

 

 

Fat, swollen, bruised legs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is hard to tell from these photos just how swollen and colorful my legs were from the fall.  After more than a week of healing, my left knee is only slightly smaller than it was in the photo.  (Yuck.  Old lady legs.)

Two Cairn terriers asleep on the floor.

I cannot tell you how bored we are with your knees.  Walk us already!

If my boys do care about me being hurt, they are hiding it deep, deep down inside themselves.  Geordie is normally the slowest, pokiest dog in town on our walks, but now he wants to fly.  He is lucky I can’t balance on one leg or I would boot him in the behind.

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To see what my boys do when I am not around, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World tells the story of two little puppies who go to the museum of their dreams.

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Here is another behind the scenes story from Dream Our World:

The picture called “Dr. T. J. Eckleberg” is a reference to The Great Gatsby. We all remember from freshman English the billboard with the spectacles that represent the eyes of God looking down at the characters? Well, Dr. T. J. Eckleberg is “Mommy” looking down at the naughty pups who are so totally ignoring her that they’ve turned our backs and are playing with stuff they bought from the gift shop.

 

 

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What Would Happen If….

I wonder what my boys would do at a museum? ....and so concludes our broadcast of famous museums around the world.

In Dream Our World, you are invited on an extraordinary journey of the imagination where Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams. The exhibits at the MOTI have the unique twist of being depicted as the pups see them. And how is that? With the boys front and center, of course!

Bitey and Toby’s story is told in pictures, not in words. Let the paintings speak to you. Let your mind tell the story. Most of all, have fun!

Cover of the book Dream Our World

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I am both happy and sad to have this book done. I have been working on it so long that it feels like a part of me.  Inside, I have constructed a world made of pieces of my neighborhood mixed with drawings of my pups’ actual personalities.  If you read it, I hope that you enjoy the adventure!

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Its Been an Exhausting Day

Two Cairn terriers asleep on the floor.

Just before this picture was snapped, I am sure I heard a whispered, “Mischief managed” and a light tap.  I bet if you check their pockets, you’ll find a particular map.

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As you can see, my two have mastered “We’re so bored we’re going to die”.  They are frustrated because I have been at the computer too much this past week.  I am just so close to getting this blasted book done that I don’t want to quit now.  The book is trying to quit.  It is doing everything it can to commit electronic suicide, but I keep bringing it back from the edge. If I’m successful, I may have something to post about later this week.

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The Sharing Dish

As I emptied the contents of the crock pot into a container today, Geordie kept hitting my leg to remind me that he would like a taste.  Toby, on the other hand, was off in an other room playing with his toys.  (He doesn’t take food work as seriously as his brother.)

Thinking that Geordie would enjoy a private little treat, I quietly placed some food in his dish.  Normally he would run over and scarf it down.  Instead, he sat beside his dish looking up at me.   He looked toward the food, then toward Toby’s dish, than back at me.  Oh my gosh, he wouldn’t eat until I had given Toby some too!  We called Toby over, and he enjoyed some home-cooking shoulder to shoulder with his big brother.

When Toby first arrived, Geordie couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him.  Now he won’t eat goodies without sharing.  It’s so sweet it makes my eyes all leaky!

Cairn terrier puppy hold his food bowl.

Really?  I can have some too?

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Shadow Games

When I started Bitey Dog, it was really just a way for me to capture special memories of my boy.  This post is one of those.

Carn terrier puppy hiding under a chair.

I played just like when I was a puppy!

Geordie has always loved chasing flashlight beams.  He will run himself to the point of exhaustion barking at full volume while chasing the light all over the house.  In bad weather, it was a nice cheating way to exercise my boy.

For some reason, Toby does not see the light as something to be chased…but Geordie is.  Toby knows that if Geordie goes on a run-and-bark tare, he will be yelled at.  Toby can’t stand raised voices or angry family, so he does his best to keep Geordie in check.  As Geordie sprints by, Toby will reach over and chomp him on the butt.

When Toby’s tennis ball rolled under the furniture and I needed the flashlight to find it, Geordie insisted on a game.  In spite of being sick, I had him running, barking and jumping all over the place just like when he was a puppy.  Toby got in just as much exercise chasing Geordie and trying to bite him.

It was just a little game, but it was so nice to see that  my Geordie still has the energy to run and play.  It helps me to remember that he will always be that crazy ball of fluff both in this world and the next.

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To share some of Bitey and Toby’s other adventures, pick up a copy of Poopiter.

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER

Poopiter is available from Amazon.  Start thinking early about Christmas gifts!

 

 

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Guess Where I Went?

To the museum!

Friends will know that I have been wanting to visit the museum for a very long time, and yesterday I finally did.  I wanted something by which to remember my trip, and I picked this little guy to come home with me.

Triceratops pendats from a visit to the museum.

A lot of the gifts in the gift shop were handmade by crafts persons in countries with struggling economies.  I thought this was a great partnership.  When I found this tiny hand carved triceratops made of tiger’s eye, I simply had to have him (or her).

Foolish me, I didn’t realize that there were different types of triceratops.  In movies, they always seem to look the same.  In reality the horns weren’t always spaced the same, and some had curved horns or narrow faces.  It was interesting to see the different types of skulls side by side.

I was only gone for a few hours, and when I got home I immediately grabbed my pups’ leashes and let them out of their kennels for a potty break.  Geordie refused to come and yelled at me that he was very angry at my stupidity!  Stupidity?  What did I do wrong?  Well, it turns out that the first thing he wanted was a drink, not to go outside.  Toby would simply have walked to the water bowl and had a drink before heading outside, but Geordie had to make a point of telling me how stupid I was.

I am glad terriers don’t come with horns.

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Watch Out, Peppermint!

 

Toby and new stuffed girlfriend looking off into the distance.Isn’t this cute?  The two of them are even starting to look like each other!

Watch out, Peppermint.  Someone new is after your man.

This is Toby’s new “girlfriend”.  You may recall from Poopiter that my boy has a particular fondness for his toy peppermint.  Now, though, there is a new lady in his life.  This little gal doesn’t have a name yet, but I think she needs one.  Any suggestions?

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I Got No Boots

Oh wait, yes I do!

Pair of boots sitting on grass.

I hope this picture looks decent.  I am using new photo editing, and the colors seem off on my monitor.

The first time I heard that Mini Cooper commercial, I mistakenly heard the singer say “I got no boots!”.  That prompted me to wonder if that was why she was driving all the time.  Later the song was on the radio and heard that she was really saying “I got no roots” and realized that I am now officially an old person with bad hearing.

I now got new boots because thanks to my awful beasties I wore out the soles on my last pair.  Thanks guys.  I hope that you both realize that these are sh** kickers, and they can be used to “motivate” recalcitrant pups on walks!  (JK)

 

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The Trash Man Cometh Not

Cairn terrier turns his head away from the camera.

Phew!  I am turning my head away from that smell.

It seems that every day there is another story on the news about bear sightings.  At the close of each one, the helpful reporter reminds people not to leave food outdoors and to keep their trash cans secured.

Last year a new sanitation company put in a bid to take over services for our area.   The municipality declared that all residents now must use this particular company.  They provide recycling and trash collection for a good price, so it seemed like a win/win situation….except for holidays as it turns out.

For some reason, this company cannot keep to its schedule if there is a holiday.  If they know they cannot pick up on trash day during a holiday week, you would think they would notify everyone of a policy of putting their cans out X number of days later.  Instead we have tons of cans and trash bags sitting on the curb for four to five days until the collection company comes around. It was over 90 degrees last week.  You can imagine how ripe that smell must be for animals with acute senses of smell.

In the mornings now, I am worried about walking my dogs.  I don’t know if I am going to find a bear going through the trash or coyotes or raccoons or any one of a number of other dangerous animals.

Notice I didn’t name any names or call anyone out.  I don’t want to find a horse’s head in my bed.  However, if you run a sanitation company, please set a schedule and keep to it.  It will keep everyone safer including your employees.

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