Toby couldn’t wait to wake me up this morning to tell me that it snowed. He was so impatient to go out that he didn’t even ask for my breakfast. Once he got out, he Boing! Boing! Boinged! all over the place. It was so nice to see him happy and bouncy again!
The cold temperatures and 5″ of powder were all worth it to watch my puppy in the snow.
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If you would like to share some puppy cheer, consider sending friends and family these Waiting for Santa greeting cards. (Without the watermark, of course.) The inside is blank so you can decide if your household is a “Merry Christmas” or a “Season’s Greetings” one.
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These two have spent so much time together that they are starting to look like each other.
I do worry aboutPeppermint, though. I’m sure her feelings are hurt.
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Tell them you love them without saying a word! (Right, Toby?) Give someone you care about this stellar pillow with an E.T. hand signing “I Love You”. Not only is it a loving reminder, it is also a great conversation piece.
I don’t know if this is the same snake that was the garden earlier this year or a different one. Either way, this one is about 3x larger than the first. I was able to find it because Toby tried to stick it up his nose.
This was the baby that came to visit in the spring.
Geordie was petrified of snakes and wouldn’t go near them. At least I didn’t have to worry about him being bitten.
Real Life Me is a badass.
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Looking for a gift for someone special? Cooler weather is right around the corner. Consider giving that special person in your life a hand knit tweed cardigan. Available in a variety of colors and sizes, all are made with love. And coconut shell buttons.
On Wednesday mom had to turn the compost. She let me in the garden with her but told me not to pee on the cabbages. I didn’t. I was a good boy. Instead I peed on my leash. Then while she tried to grab a non-peey part of my leash, I ran over and stuck my head in compost juice. (Her mix is too green and not enough brown so it smells very, very nasty…just the way we puppies like it.)
Oh, wait. Something can.
I told you stories about me were more interesting!
Come and read more stories about my boys’ adventures in Dream Our World. Inside my two little monsters view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
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Yes, while my head was still grotesquely swollen from bee stings, I woke up to my right eye drooping half-way down my face like a stroke victim.
Seriously, you’re not going to make me walk with her in public, are you?
At my follow up eye appointment I had to discuss with the doctor whether or not I had had a stroke. That’s always fun. The doctor suggested my condition might be Bell’s Palsy. I had disregarded that thought initially because the symptoms weren’t constant. I guess they don’t have to be.
My mom took pity on me and my homemade eye aids and got me a pair of sleep goggles. They are supposed to create a seal to protect your eyes from air and to lock in moisture. Unfortunately I am not a adult-sized human so they are too large to fit inside of my orbital bones, and they gap. They do block out the light nicely.
Both Bell’s Palsy and logopthalmos (sleeping with your eyes open) have to do with damage to a nerve. Out of curiosity I googled whether chiropractics might help Bell’s Palsy, and the answer was yes. The doctor said that Bell’s Palsy usually only lasts a year or two, but if I could shorten that, I would be happy. Happy enough to cry? We’ll see. (Ha ha)
Toby doesn’t care about my eye situation – unless I step on him when they covered. He prefers to concentrate on his “Sexy Parties”. (Note how one of Toby’s may female admirers is giving him a kiss at this get together.)
Toby is the only boy on our walks, and he loves the attention of so many ladies.
More stories about me, and less about your crap!
For more of Geordie and Toby’s stories, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, the two boys visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun!
Don’t worry. Toby is fine. He doesn’t have to go to the vet; I do.
I don’t need the vet. I’m perfect.
I thought I had a handle on my eye problems, but on Monday my eye swelled up like a Greg Nicotero creation. When Friday came along and I still wasn’t feeling well, I decided to call the doctor. We’ll find out on Monday if I can go back to being me or if I have to move to Georgia to work as an extra on The Walking Dead.
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If you are in or might be visiting New York City, don’t forget to stop by The Museum of the Dog! Help to rebuild NYC while celebrating humankind’s best friend. If you can’t go in person, consider buying a gift from the museum’s gift shop.
Curious what pups might do in a museum geared for dogs? Then pick up a copy of Dream Our World.
Mom thought she beat me with that training collar thingie, but I outsmarted her. She told me I am not supposed to bark, so instead I now groan and howl and sing and talk and yodel…anything but bark. And since I am not barking, she can’t say anything. Ha! I win!
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The note cards are 4.25 x 5″ and are made of heavyweight card stock. Envelopes included!
Now is a perfect time to order a custom pet portrait for someone you love.
The gift of a pet portrait can be very touching to someone who has recently lost a companion. It is also a fun way to celebrate a new addition to the family.
It has been a year now since The Fall. At the time I expected to be better in a few weeks, but it was months before I could even take the dogs for a hobble. My left knee never did recover, and still can’t fully bend it.
Toby takes advantage of my not being able to properly kick his butt. This morning – at that magical Dogging Hour of 3:00 a.m. – he decided to destroy a few things around the house.
Heh, Mom’s not looking. I’m going to steal her package.
Oops. Caught. I’ll pretend that I am not interested.
I just can’t help myself…
I really AM interested!
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Inside, my boys visit the Museum of the Imagination and view the world of art from a canine perspective.
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 