Monday, August 30, 2010

The Face Of Guilt

I didn't do it, it was those cats.

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Hello Ladies

This photo of Taren when he was just a puppy never fails to make me laugh. I have always suspected he was just a human in a dogs body. A somewhat dorky, and goofy human. Here he sits looking Rico Sauve, Hello Ladies, How are you? Fantastic! Except it starts to derail when you notice his scarf is upside down and there is a blade of grass stuck in his mouth. LOL Better luck next time big boy. Momma loves you anyway.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

His Light Shines

There is no greater gift than the love of a childhood friend,who's devotion knows no bounds. No greater sorrow than when they leave our earthbound confines, to wait faithfully till we join them for the ages. With great sadness we say our final goodbye, to my dearest friends, Thumper. Till they meet again, may his light shine through those that remain.

Her Best Boy
"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
~Gene Hill

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Anatomy Of A Shake

I love to watch dogs shake and flap their ears. I really wish as humans we could do the same thing. It looks like it feels great and they always look so pleased with themselves.

As always, textures compliments of the ever generous and talented Jerry Jones.
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Friday, August 20, 2010

Speckled, Spotted, Ticked

German Shorthaired Pointer
Caelan has the best markings. He has socks on all four feet. Mickey Mouse ears on one side. He is spotted, he is solid. His stomach is ticked pink perfection. See that freckled strip running below his chin? That is my favorite marking. Mainly because it's his best kept secret, you rarely know its there. Unless you are family, chances are you would never see it. The skin under his chin has folds, and is as soft as silk. His fur begs to be rubbed and scratched. For his enjoyment, but more so my own.

As always, textures compliments of the ever generous and talented Jerry Jones.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Good Catch!

Taren is a catcher. He rarely misses. So rare, that it takes me by surprise and is usually a result of my less than stellar throwing ability. I think I am the only person on earth that cannot throw a Frisbee. It seems I cannot master the all elusive *snap*. It either whizzes off into the neighbors yard or hovers, then flops to earth like a dead fish. None the less Taren has learned to compensate. He jumps, he dives, he twists and swivels and his accuracy astounds me. He doesn't wait for it to fall into his mouth, he snatches it from the air with precision, large or small. Frisbee, ball, carrots, popcorn, he catches it all. His freckled brother, not so much. It flies over his head or six feet to the left and he cannot quite bother himself to humor me. He will happily trot after it on landing, but if I cannot throw it to his standards, he will not catch it. The thing is Caelan, at 18 months, is learning the error of his ways as waiting in the wing is his brother who has his eye on the prize, who likes to snatch and run, and the chase is on. It makes for good times.

As always, textures compliments of the ever generous and talented Jerry Jones.
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Monday, August 16, 2010

You Get It

This photo was taken last summer when Caelan was just a puppy. It was the second of such pools to grace our deck. Taren was apparently just as enthused with this years tropical themed selection as he was with the prior years that had been relegated to the deer . The deer were grateful for a cool drink in the summers sweltering heat even as our grey pup bid his good riddance. The boys circled the pool watching the ball float and bob and the message was clearly visible, You get it, No *YOU* get it, and so the summer went. I floated toys and treats. I begged, bribed, and cajoled and they simply weren't going to get their feet wet no matter how hot. Fast forward this summer and I once again filled the pool with high hopes. Taren looked at me with the pity you reserve for the not too bright, bordering on completely mad. Caelan however, stepped in, stuck his head deep into the water, snorkeled around and scooped up his treat off the bottom of the pool. I shot Taren a smug look of triumph. HA! Caelan loves the pool he wanders in and out all day long. Taren still has yet to get his feet wet, but deigns to use is as a very large if not obnoxiously bright water bowl.

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Dog Days Of Summer

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Serious Side

My handsome boy, Taren. Resident wonder Weim, stuffie sucker, cat chaser, power napper and all around momma's boy. You can add awesome ball chaser, Frisbee catcher, and napkin stealer to his many charms as well. He's a good boy.

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Yours Is Mine

Dogs around the world are known for their, if it's yours it's mine, theory of life. It certainly applies with my two boys. Caelan also like to extend those beliefs to his humans. The boys are inside dogs, but they like to go outside during the day to lay in the sun, stalk the squirrels, snorkel in their pool, or watch the deer. There is only one way to the backyard and that is through the French doors off the kitchen. Which leads to the deck and is entirely fenced. I supervise them while they are outside, my desk being strategically located in front of a large window just for this reason. I can see the entire backyard from this location, except one very small corner of the deck right as you come out the doors. Housed in this corner is a planter box, home to a lush sage plant that winters over. Its a beauty, large and too heavy to move. Well, it used to be. Caelan has systematically whittled it down to something that resembles Charlie Browns Christmas tree. He doesn't eat it, he just likes to yank the branches off leaving a trail to the kitchen, being the little helper that he is. I pick up the branches, wash off the slobber and dry the leaves for future use. Lately he has been taking mercy on my plant, or perhaps its just been too hot for wanton destruction. LOL None the less it has been looking pretty good in a sad sack manner of speaking. Fast forward yesterday. The boys come in the house and they come straight away to get some momma loving. Caelan likes to drape himself across my lap, lay his head on my chest and watch the squirrels from the window. I like to mindlessly stroke his silken ears and sniff his head. The boys always smell like fresh air and sunshine. Except for today, when his head smelled like sage....

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Who's A Good Boy

When we take the pups for walks my husband often ends up ahead as I stop and snap photos of whatever happens to catch my eye. Taren is my protector. He only lets me get so far behind before he slams on the breaks. Refusing to budge, and patiently waits for me to catch up. There seems to be a certain radius he is comfortable with as I do not have to come up to join them. As I close in on him he always flashes me his doggy grin that seems to say, Who loves the momma? That's right, I do, I love the momma, before he trots about his merry way. Glancing back occasionally to see that I am safe, and near.

***Taren is on a lead, it has been edited out.

Actions compliments of the talented Rita at Coffeeshop.

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Monday, August 09, 2010

You Are Bugging Me-Nap Edition

Caelan is a happy boy, with a goofy grin. If he were a human he would be the equivalent of the class clown. He does take one thing seriously though, and that is nap time. He likes to prop his head on the end of the couch, look out the window and watch the squirrels. This poor couch has been through two kids, a herd o'cats, five moves and has long since been replaced and relegated to the pups. He slowly drifts off to sleep to dream about whatever dogs do. If you speak his name he will begrudgingly look your way. If you do so with a camera in your hands, you get the grumpy look. Also known as the, Are you kidding me?, look of doom. The one that says, you own shoes and I know where to find them. It makes me laugh to look at this photo because he is so obviously annoyed at me, rightfully so, and it is a face I have so rarely seen.

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As always, textures compliments of the ever generous and talented Jerry Jones.
Saturday, August 07, 2010

Saturday Morning Fun

German Shorthaired Pointer
Caelan is sweet beyond compare. Good natured, a huge snuggler, likes to be petted and loved from sun up till sun down. He is also the resident trouble maker. As the old adage goes, a tired dog is a good dog, so we look for ways to keep him entertained. A few Christmases back we bought the cats a remote control truck. I know that may seem a bit odd, but they are chasers. We put a tail on the truck and oh, did they chase. When we got Taren he naturally got in on the action as well. He likes to run and bark at it. Caelan was just looking for trouble this morning so the old remote control was resurrected. He absolutely did not know what to make of it. He watched, his eyebrows working, he dodged and weaved, jumping on the couch and up out of the way for a view from above. Finally coming to lean against me, trying to wrap to his mind around it. We filled the trunk with kibble and Taren caught the scent soon enough and the chase was on gobbling piece by piece as he caught the truck. Caelan was happy to get his share from the wayward pieces that fell as the truck skidded around corners. It was quite a sight on an early Saturday morning. I think Caelan will need some time to figure out the true delight of this new toy. Unfortunately, it did not tire him a bit so a walk will be the order of the day. Happy Saturday! Aroooooooo

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Friday, August 06, 2010

My Blue Eyed Boy

Weimaraner Puppy At Beach

This was Tarens first time at the beach. I remember this day. It was a bit chilly, and he didn't quite know what to make of it all. He loved digging in the sand, the smell of the washed up kelp, but was far less impressed with the ocean its self.  

While his eyes have faded to light blue green his puppyish spirit remains. It is hard to believe he was ever this small. Even harder still, that there was ever a time that we did not have both boys.
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Wednesday, August 04, 2010

My Silly Boys

My boys are a perfect pair. They are about as silly as two dogs can get. You've often heard me say they suffer from excess personality and after you watch this short video you will see why. They love to ride in the Jeep, and I love to watch them. These photos were taken from the passengers side mirror, no I'm not driving. Things start out fine and then morph into the ridiculous. It never fails to make me laugh. The video is short, less than two minutes. For what ever reason they seem to like the feel of the wind in their jowls. Especially Caelan, he looks like a blow fish.

As a disclaimer, the window is not down far, we live in the country and these were taken on a gravel farm road, in the middle of no where. We are going ten miles an hour if that. The only thing in sight is cows. The boys are on a lead and no one is in any danger of falling out or getting hurt. I promise. Now go watch the video. Aroooooo!
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Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Home Protection

Taren goes by many names. When he was little we called him Taren-gator because of his sharp little baby teeth. My wonderful friend Amber calls him T-dawg. I call him Tare-Tare, or sometimes Bubba. I affectionately call him my bad boy, but the true title goes to his brother. More often than not I call him, my boy. How's my boy? You're a good boy. Momma loves the boy. All the while he does the Weimy wiggle butt and sticks his wet nose in my face, basking in the attention and praise. Beyond any of those titles, Taren is my protector. He follows me from room to room. He watches me for clues, but more so, he watches others. I always feel safe in his presence and for that he IS a very good boy, and the momma loves the boy.

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Monday, August 02, 2010

With Intent

weimaraner and german shorthair stalking squirrel
Weimaraner and German Shorthaired Pointer
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My boys. They are silly and fun loving. They both suffer from excess personality. Where one goes the other follows. They are ball chasers, Frisbee catchers, and love to put pedal to the metal and chase one another around the backyard till they drop. Every once in a while they pause and you will capture them doing what they were bred to. They are both listening very intently to our backyard woodpecker. The smiles from their expressions retreating, replaced with looks of intent. You quickly remember they were born to hunt.

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