Monday, February 28, 2011

Ode to Jif

I was too lazy to make a real lunch today enjoying a spoonful of peanut butter when I noticed three sweet creatures at my feet, collectively holding their breath.  Okay, okay, here...

That went over so well that I thought a bit more of a treat would be appropriate.  Don't worry.  I used a new spoon.  No double-dippin' here.

 It kinda {smack} gets stuck {clack} on the roof {cluck} of your mouth {chka} 

Do you have any more?
Could I have some, please?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A (better) Day in the Park

After being cooped up for the gloomy, wet winter months, and recently enduring a most disastrous walk, we had a not-so-bad-I-remember-this-is-why-we're-dog-people day at the park.  It was just in time, too.  Blogging is a fun way to see the whimsy in animal's follies.  Lately, the whimsy has been wearing thin.  Not so on this park day, however.  Man and beast alike had spring in their step and in their hearts this day.  Indy actually frolicked.

Be good, OK? 
Let's all leave here wanting to do this again sometime.
(Jack: Oh, I'll certainly try.  I'll try very hard.)

{Seriously, have you ever seen a more earnest expression?}

A closer look at pure joy...

And the aforementioned frolic...


Jack!  Do you wanna go on a walk now?

You bet!

How'd I do?

Good boy, Jack.  Good boy.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

Roses are Red...


Roses are red,
Violets are blue...

Happy Valentines Day
Two and a Half Dogs

Saturday, February 12, 2011

See Lucy Drive

The big dogs have their 'place' in the back of the truck.  Room to turn around, lick the windows and smile(Jack), melt in fear of being in the big moving box(Indy), and occasionally bark for joy(Jack) or continuously whine/yelp nervously(Indy).  Lucy doesn't mind vehicular outings, but is not thrilled of traveling in her kennel (not that I blame her).  She usually starts out on the lap of one of the kids and, after wending her way through all available backseat laps, eventually ends up on Mom's.

During a recent weekend "errands" jaunt, backseat driving was simply not good enough for Lucy.  Apparently neither was the passenger seat...
See Lucy drive.
(Yup, this is where I was supposed to be all along.)
See Lucy look.
(You're all clear.)
See Lucy sit.  Sit, Lucy, sit.  Good girl, Lucy.
(Any minute now; watch out for the cross-walk guy, though.)

Spot's got nothing on Lucy.  (Sorry, Spot.)

Monday, February 7, 2011

What is That?

I often have company in the kitchen.  Eager hirsute friends wait patiently for treasures to rain down from the chopping board.  Sometimes I'm in a hurry and a bit of food shoots onto the floor.  Other times, we have an understanding.  Jack knows the distinct sound of cucumbers being sliced, and readies his stance accordingly. (The ends are always appropriated for the hounds.)  Carrots are shared as well.  Lettuce is not a favorite, nor is tomato.  I've read that dogs shouldn't have onion, so I try and pick up after any stray pieces.

Today, we had something new.  It's rather odd, we humans have had this often, but for some reason the dogs were quite startled by it.  Perhaps with the addition of Lucy, the big dogs find renewed interest in anything that she lends her curiosity towards.  As I hurriedly chopped up some onions and veggies for a quick stir-fry before basketball practice, a piece of veggie flew to the floor.  Dibs! Lucy got it first.  She stopped short, sniffed, sniffed again, and jumped back.  Jack sprung into action, popped it in and out of his mouth in one quick motion.  Indy barreled his way in, took it, chewed it for a moment, and let it casually drop out of his mouth as he walked away.  Nothing to see here, guys.  Just some gross human treat.

It occurred to me that perhaps this particular piece of produce was not good for dogs, and therefor they naturally rejected it.  (Why, then, could they not apply this logic to say, chewing on furniture?)  I went to grab the morsel and suddenly Lucy's interest was renewed.  I want it now. She grabbed it tentatively between her teeth and scampered away to the family room to further investigate this mystery food.

Still not quite sure.

I did Google the veggie, and it sounds perfectly safe for dogs; plus it's high in vitamins and fiber!  I prefer mine roasted with a drizzle of olive oil and a pinch sea salt.  Perhaps she should have waited for the finished product.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Hey Nonny, Nonny

This afternoon, a melodic phrase weaves itself through my mind...
Sigh no more, Ladies, sigh no more...
...And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
    Into Hey, nonny, nonny.

Much Ado About Nothing has got to rank as one of the most beautifully worded works of any poet.  Do you suppose Mr. Shakespeare could have known that some 400 years later his sentiments would ring just as true?

Wouldn't it be great to greet all of life's woe with shouts of joy rather than discouraged sighs?

Leaky roof?  Hey, Nonny, Nonny.  That's not mud all over the carpet?  Hey, Nonny Nonny.  Bored puppy, finding ways to entertain herself?  Hey, Nonny, Nonny!

 Here's to a Sigh-free weekend filled with pleasant ditties
(Hey, Nonny, Nonny-s optional)