Saturday, July 31, 2010


The water bowl in the photo is the first one I bought in a series of many while waiting on Taren to hit the eight week mark, and bring home. It is my favorite just for that reason. I have strategically located water bowls, one on the deck, one downstairs and one upstairs for the dogs. They do not seem to get a lot of use though. Taren likes to drink his water from the bathroom tap. I pull up the stop and when the sink fills far enough Taren has his drink. When it is warm he likes the cold filtered water from the refrigerator, as well as an occasional ice cube. Don't we all. He figured out the fridge trick when he was a pup. He really likes to share my water, straight out of my glass, but I know where that tongue has been, and I am not much on sharing. LOL Caelan is much less discriminating. He likes his water from the toilet when on rare occasional he catches the lid up. I found that out the hard way after sitting on a wet drooly toilet seat one day. He also likes to drink out of the baby pool I keep filled for the dogs. The more bark and dirt filled the better. Clean water does not seem to be a big priority. That is unless it's out of my glass, in which he pesters me for ice cubes. If it's the mommas it has to be good, right? They both love hose water, which I have not ever understood. One thing is for sure, no matter their water of choice you can be assured a slippery train of jowl drool. Which I have found myself skidding across the floor on more than one occasion, arms windmilling to keep balance. No matter how they get their water they are always willing to share, each  feeling compelled to use my lap as a napkin.
Friday, July 30, 2010

My Bad Boy

Caelan is a sweetie from morning till night except he is a bit of a menace. There is not a day that goes by that I don't exclaim an exasperated, Caealn! You see, Cealan likes to carry things in his mouth at all times, where upon they end up in the backyard. I kept wondering where all the spoons went. LOL He has trained us well. We put things away, move them to the far recesses of the counter corners, and use the microwave as a breadbox, and all around store all. He has a particular fondness for kitchen towels, sponges, and potholders. The dog is quick, you can't turn your back for a second or he has snatched his prize and runs. Of course he wants you to chase, and he bounds and leaps and teases till you do. I am sure the neighbors think we are nuts, but both dogs are spoiled beyond belief so the game is on and we chase. It's a bad habit, I am down to my last potholder. Life is too short not to indulge our speckled boy, so we do. Potholders are cheap.
Thursday, July 29, 2010


Puppy Taren-Weimaraner
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