Examples of two of our favorite forms of puppy torture. Enjoy! We do!
1. Ask him to "roll over".
2. Put Kix cereal on a bar stool.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
We Are All Enlisted. . .
... 'Til the conflict is o'er? Well, I don't know about that. But I did volunteer Tim and myself to go help out with a Habitat For Humanity build that the office manager at my work is in charge of for her church - St. Patrick's something or other. (I'm not sure where my t-shirt is or I could provide a more accurate name.)
We were painting stucco, and we showed up by 6:30ish in the morning and it was cold! Those first few brush strokes were pretty-shaky for me because I was so shivery! Another girl from work, Connie, came too and brought her friend, Amy. It was pretty fun to see her and the office manager in a setting other than work.
I can't remember the name of the group that brought in lunch for us, but for both Tim and I it was our first experience eating bratwurst and we were so pleasantly surprised at how good it tasted for having a name like brat"worst" that we've had them twice with Janelle and Brian and kids since then!
Anyway, here are a few pictures from our day of painting!
We were painting stucco, and we showed up by 6:30ish in the morning and it was cold! Those first few brush strokes were pretty-shaky for me because I was so shivery! Another girl from work, Connie, came too and brought her friend, Amy. It was pretty fun to see her and the office manager in a setting other than work.
I can't remember the name of the group that brought in lunch for us, but for both Tim and I it was our first experience eating bratwurst and we were so pleasantly surprised at how good it tasted for having a name like brat"worst" that we've had them twice with Janelle and Brian and kids since then!
Anyway, here are a few pictures from our day of painting!
The Tail of Rusty
So, once again, it's been a long time since I last posted. It's not that we haven't done anything since February. As I'm looking through the few pictures we took, we did a lot of fun stuff actually. I'm just a lazy blogger.
So to begin catching up:
This is Rusty.
Here are Rusty and Howie together.
Cute, huh?
Yup, pretty much. And Rusty was a very affectionate dog. He loved to snuggle up with you and give you puppy kisses, and he just generally wanted to be loved. He and Howie played well together, and Rusty fulfilled his purpose of keeping Howie occupied so we didn't have to entertain him every second of the day.
That is where the good things about Rusty stop though.
I hated Rusty from day one, despite his cute face. Within five minutes of him coming in our house he'd "marked" the couches in four different places. I came home from work the next day to find he'd "marked" some of my walls. I would regularly come home to rivers of pee across my floor, and he coudln't catch on to the fact he wasn't supposed to go in the house. Even Howie caught onto that and he's a mix of dumb breeds when it comes to potty-training! Rusty shed like a beast. He'd try to snuggle up next to me and I'd push him away and be covered in Rusty hair. His hair was all over the couches all the time and we were sweeping up piles of it every week.
Before we adopted Rusty, we asked specifically if he was house broken and if he shed? We were told he was house broken, and he doesn't shed. I don't think the lady we adopted him from temporarily lied to us about these facts. She has seven other dogs though. She probably just didn't know.
So anyway, I kicked Rusty out. I gave him back because I couldn't handle all of his issues. I don't feel too badly about it either. The reason we wanted to adopt a dog that was a little bit older was to avoid a lot of the issues (potty training) that we had with Rusty.
So to begin catching up:
This is Rusty.
Here are Rusty and Howie together.
Cute, huh?
Yup, pretty much. And Rusty was a very affectionate dog. He loved to snuggle up with you and give you puppy kisses, and he just generally wanted to be loved. He and Howie played well together, and Rusty fulfilled his purpose of keeping Howie occupied so we didn't have to entertain him every second of the day.
That is where the good things about Rusty stop though.
I hated Rusty from day one, despite his cute face. Within five minutes of him coming in our house he'd "marked" the couches in four different places. I came home from work the next day to find he'd "marked" some of my walls. I would regularly come home to rivers of pee across my floor, and he coudln't catch on to the fact he wasn't supposed to go in the house. Even Howie caught onto that and he's a mix of dumb breeds when it comes to potty-training! Rusty shed like a beast. He'd try to snuggle up next to me and I'd push him away and be covered in Rusty hair. His hair was all over the couches all the time and we were sweeping up piles of it every week.
Before we adopted Rusty, we asked specifically if he was house broken and if he shed? We were told he was house broken, and he doesn't shed. I don't think the lady we adopted him from temporarily lied to us about these facts. She has seven other dogs though. She probably just didn't know.
So anyway, I kicked Rusty out. I gave him back because I couldn't handle all of his issues. I don't feel too badly about it either. The reason we wanted to adopt a dog that was a little bit older was to avoid a lot of the issues (potty training) that we had with Rusty.
Friday, February 27, 2009
I need a vacation!!!
One of these days I need to get around to telling the "Tail of Rusty". The dog we adopted and a month later we gave, back, but it will not be this day. I don't know where the pictures of Rusty are saved.
Anyway, I am in need of a vacation! Fortunately I have one coming up! Next week my boss is going to Rome for a week and while he's out of the office, I am playing hookie! Tim and Howie and I are going to make the long trip to cold Idaho for a few days, and it's gonna be great!
I have discovered in the last couple of weeks, that when my boss goes on vacation, it's not always a happy thing. UGH!! He is already really busy, all the time, and before he goes on vacation it just gets worse! He's been trying to fit in every client possible before he goes and get as much work out the door as possible. Which is great! That is one of the things I do like about my boss - he takes very good care of his clients. But the thing is, he has been packing his days full of client meetings and not having enough time to review the files we have done work on and therefore we have been scrambling like mad for weeks straight to try and keep ours heads and his heads above water! The other day I even began to think the piles on my desk were getting so high that people wouldn't be able to see me when they looked into my office from the hallway! It's pretty ridiculous!
So, the point of all this rambling is that I need a vacation and I am taking it! Watch out Idaho, here I come! And Tim and Howie too!
Anyway, I am in need of a vacation! Fortunately I have one coming up! Next week my boss is going to Rome for a week and while he's out of the office, I am playing hookie! Tim and Howie and I are going to make the long trip to cold Idaho for a few days, and it's gonna be great!
I have discovered in the last couple of weeks, that when my boss goes on vacation, it's not always a happy thing. UGH!! He is already really busy, all the time, and before he goes on vacation it just gets worse! He's been trying to fit in every client possible before he goes and get as much work out the door as possible. Which is great! That is one of the things I do like about my boss - he takes very good care of his clients. But the thing is, he has been packing his days full of client meetings and not having enough time to review the files we have done work on and therefore we have been scrambling like mad for weeks straight to try and keep ours heads and his heads above water! The other day I even began to think the piles on my desk were getting so high that people wouldn't be able to see me when they looked into my office from the hallway! It's pretty ridiculous!
So, the point of all this rambling is that I need a vacation and I am taking it! Watch out Idaho, here I come! And Tim and Howie too!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Janice Kay "Jan" Drinkwine Brewer... Really???
It's no joke. Those are the for real maiden and last names of Arizona's new surprise governor. Tim says her first name should have been Sherry. He he!
But really, I had the surprise of my day today when I checked out the Arizona Secretary of State website and found that there was suddenly a strange, and very much less feminine face than Ms. Brewer's on said homepage, posing as the Secretary of State. "What happened to Jan Brewer?", I asked myself. I surely did not remember voting for a new Secretary of State in the November elections!
The problem with me is I don't watch enough T.V. or check out enough of the national news on-line! I had no idea that Barry (Barak Obama) had tapped into Arizona's gubernatorial electorate for his Secretary of Homeland Security! Thus, Jan Brewer became Arizona's new surprise governor! Tim knew though! Why doesn't he tell me these things... Hmmm...
But really, I had the surprise of my day today when I checked out the Arizona Secretary of State website and found that there was suddenly a strange, and very much less feminine face than Ms. Brewer's on said homepage, posing as the Secretary of State. "What happened to Jan Brewer?", I asked myself. I surely did not remember voting for a new Secretary of State in the November elections!
The problem with me is I don't watch enough T.V. or check out enough of the national news on-line! I had no idea that Barry (Barak Obama) had tapped into Arizona's gubernatorial electorate for his Secretary of Homeland Security! Thus, Jan Brewer became Arizona's new surprise governor! Tim knew though! Why doesn't he tell me these things... Hmmm...
Monday, February 2, 2009
Transplant Rejection
I think I'm going to have to change the name of my blog. I don't think that the transplant has taken. It may possibly even be in the process of being rejected.
I figure the transplant didn't take because if I really stop and think about, or to be more honest, without even stopping to think about it, I can say that I really don't care that the Cardinals made it to the Super Bowl. I'm even a little bit happy that they lost. Possibly some angst a co-worker of mine has toward the Cardinals has rubbed off on me. Possibly my distaste for the Cardinals comes from the fact that I didn't even know they played football until September. Or maybe it has more to do with my indifference toward football in general. Whatever the case may be, transplanting me to the Phoenix metropolitan area has not been a total success apparently. If it were I might feel a little more pride in the "home team" for making it to the Superbowl, and a little bit of sorrow that they lost. But I just don't. And I'm usually one to cheer for the underdog!
I guess we'll see how the Phoenix Suns season goes. I doubt I'll follow it closely, but that is the one sports team in the Valley that I could support with my whole heart.
I figure the transplant didn't take because if I really stop and think about, or to be more honest, without even stopping to think about it, I can say that I really don't care that the Cardinals made it to the Super Bowl. I'm even a little bit happy that they lost. Possibly some angst a co-worker of mine has toward the Cardinals has rubbed off on me. Possibly my distaste for the Cardinals comes from the fact that I didn't even know they played football until September. Or maybe it has more to do with my indifference toward football in general. Whatever the case may be, transplanting me to the Phoenix metropolitan area has not been a total success apparently. If it were I might feel a little more pride in the "home team" for making it to the Superbowl, and a little bit of sorrow that they lost. But I just don't. And I'm usually one to cheer for the underdog!
I guess we'll see how the Phoenix Suns season goes. I doubt I'll follow it closely, but that is the one sports team in the Valley that I could support with my whole heart.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Just Catching Up
I know my last post says it was from October 18, but it wasn't. I have blogged more recently than that. That's why I was able to whine that we didn't have any trick-or-treaters and post pictures of Howie in his Halloween costume. Anyway, I don't really know why that was the date my blog entry shows, and I don't know what date this entry will say it is, but here goes! This is sort of a catch up entry of what we did last month. We celebrated our one year annivesary on November 16th. And to help us celebrate I took November 13th and 14th off of work and Tim and I just hung out together for the weekend. It was great. On the 14th we dropped Howie off at the vet to be altered, lucky dog, and we went and hiked one of the trails on South Mountain. It was a ton of fun and we reminisced all about how we ended up being married and committed ourselves to writing the story down for posterity . . . one of these days. It still hasn't happened. Anyway, here are a couple pictures from our hike.
We didn't get any pictures of Howie when we brought him home after his day at the vet. We really should have. He was pathetic. He didn't respond well to the anesthetics and they had to do an emergency IV to get his blood pressure up and he was just pathetic when we brought him home. He moaned every time someone touched him to move him and at one of the stop light on the way home he tipped over, moaned and wet in his car seat. It was one of his sadder days. When the veterinary nurse was briefing us for check out she told us Howie Ba-Zowie wasn't supposed to jump for two weeks after surgery. Whatever! These pictures are from the following day when he was feeling 100% better, and was jumping as much as ever, but he had to wear a cone because he wouldn't stop licking his incision. The cone was the post painful part of the whole experience for him. He hated it. It really humiliated him to wear it.
Now for Thanksgiving! Doot doo DOO! Tim's sister Roxanne and her family came up from Yuma to spend Thanksgiving with us and it was so much fun having them here, despite all the confusion as to whether or not Vance (Roxanne's husband) had to work Thanksgiving Day or not. I was a little nervous that Howie would try to eat the baby, Das, but since Roxanne and family brought their dog, Zoe, Howie didn't bother the baby at all. He pestered Zoe like crazy, but she was quite patient with him. Here are some pictures of our feast, Zaily and Thaeden, Zoe and the rest of us feasters at the holiday table (or bar in our case).
Finally, just because it's cute, here is a video of Howie doing the trick that Tim taught him. Howie thinks it's torture, but we think it's cute enough it's worth convincing a performance out of him regularly.
We didn't get any pictures of Howie when we brought him home after his day at the vet. We really should have. He was pathetic. He didn't respond well to the anesthetics and they had to do an emergency IV to get his blood pressure up and he was just pathetic when we brought him home. He moaned every time someone touched him to move him and at one of the stop light on the way home he tipped over, moaned and wet in his car seat. It was one of his sadder days. When the veterinary nurse was briefing us for check out she told us Howie Ba-Zowie wasn't supposed to jump for two weeks after surgery. Whatever! These pictures are from the following day when he was feeling 100% better, and was jumping as much as ever, but he had to wear a cone because he wouldn't stop licking his incision. The cone was the post painful part of the whole experience for him. He hated it. It really humiliated him to wear it.
Now for Thanksgiving! Doot doo DOO! Tim's sister Roxanne and her family came up from Yuma to spend Thanksgiving with us and it was so much fun having them here, despite all the confusion as to whether or not Vance (Roxanne's husband) had to work Thanksgiving Day or not. I was a little nervous that Howie would try to eat the baby, Das, but since Roxanne and family brought their dog, Zoe, Howie didn't bother the baby at all. He pestered Zoe like crazy, but she was quite patient with him. Here are some pictures of our feast, Zaily and Thaeden, Zoe and the rest of us feasters at the holiday table (or bar in our case).
Finally, just because it's cute, here is a video of Howie doing the trick that Tim taught him. Howie thinks it's torture, but we think it's cute enough it's worth convincing a performance out of him regularly.
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