Friday, September 10, 2010

Wrinkle Head


As our pups grow some things change and some remain the same. The white on his nose is barely visible these days. His spots have become darker and pronounced. His eyes are still vibrant amber and he still likes his head propped up. See his shiny head wrinkles? Those my friend, are pure puppy goodness. He still has them, just as shiny, just as soft, but not nearly as deep. He has literally grown into his skin.


Yesterday, besides causing their daily havoc the boys helped earn their keep. I have been leaving the doors open off the deck so Caelan can come and go. He likes to stalk the squirrels and spends a good deal of time doing so. Taren would rather hang out with me. I had been on the phone when I heard a bit of commotion so I went downstairs to see what they were in the process of pillaging and plundering.  Except that is not what they were doing. They were dashing in and out of the house, staring off the deck, and then rushing back to stand on the couch and looking into the side yard. They started barking up a storm, in a tone I had not heard before. I thought it might be the neighbors cat that had wandered up too close to the house. Well, it was a cat all right, MY cat. The one that is an indoors cat that has never set foot outside in the four years I have had him. Not exactly what I was expecting to see as I peered out the window. I do the, gotta go, fling down of the phone and trot out to rescue my freaked out kitty. He was glad to see me, and I was glad my boys let me know he was out there. I hate to think what could have happened otherwise. In all these years the cats have always stayed upstairs so I have never worried about the door being open. When they have even looked like they were going to venture down the stairs the pups herd them back. After that little scare, how we do things around here are going to change.
Thursday, September 09, 2010

Baby Taren



If you look carefully in my last photo (below) you will see a puppy in the front with a black collar. That is baby Taren. We went to visit him weeks before we brought him home and took him a new collar and an ID tag with his name on it. It is hard to believe my big strapping boy was ever that little. While it is hard to beat a puppy, I do not miss those sharp little teeth, and the days and nights of potty training. Now we have moved on to bigger and better things. Last night one of the dogs stole a box of Ziplocks off the counter and I had a 150 sandwich baggies all over the living room and backyard. I can imagine they had a blast pulling the baggies out one at a time, much like destuffing their plushies. It took forever to pick them all up, but all in all I find it rather amusing, which I am sure in part is why the continue to be the little menaces they are. They are just doing their part in keeping the momma happy.
Saturday, September 04, 2010

Roly-Poly

Can you spot Taren?
As always, textures compliments of the ever generous and talented Jerry Jones.
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Thursday, September 02, 2010

Window To The World

Caelan is a watcher. He spends much of his day watching the world go by. He watches the squirrels, the wild turkey, and the deer. He keeps a close eye on the neighbors cat, too close an eye I think. In the late afternoon he stalks the mail carrier, watching as he fills the boxes. He stands on the back of the couch and watches for his daddy to come home at night. He watches for birds, and he really likes the mothes in the evening. He is pretty big on the spiders too. He likes to stand silently on the deck and watch the neighbors. Which is a step up from when he used to watch and bark at the neighbors. While Caelan is watching the world, I am watching Caelan, and everything feels as it should.

As always, textures compliments of the ever generous and talented Jerry Jones.
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Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Drool Face

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