Photodump #4

Zoom zoom Caleb!

The D-Cat, he is lounging. Dusty is juuust that cool.

Sophie's in her Sofa-fort...

Chomp!

HEY! That's actually ME you're biting, you brindle doofus!

6/52, 7/52, and other bits of photography...

Man, so behind. I blame work, and the fact that one of our cars broke down this week... and it wasn't my old Volvo for once, but my husband's 06 Vibe as he was backing out of a parking space at the market. However, that did finally drive the nail into the whole "We need two trustworthy cars" point. So car shopping.

I think most car salesmen need to be sent out to sell cars to llamas or something, ugh. Mean llamas. With semi-automatic spit weapons.

I think we may have decided on one -- the Nissan Murano. But hey, going back to take one last look. It does have lots of Corgi room, though! ;)

6/52 - Hahha, in recognition of Valentine's day... Simon went to send a box to manymuddypaws' Pixel. XD I had a blast with this shot - he was so good and so fun. We have the running laugh that Pixel would love Simon, and Simon of course, would love Pixel. XD I'm sure he would - he loves girls who tussle with him. Heck, he loves all girls. He'll just lay there why they beat him up, hahah, and sit on him. ;)

What was so cute is that Pixel sent one back. Go to manymuddypaws' blog and see! ;) So darn adorable!



7/52 "Looking back."



Without getting into a huge block of text -- it's been a year since the loss of my Gabriel. Simon and I still miss him. He looks at Shepherds and wags and hopes, I can tell... he always has at the shop and on the street. It's something that makes me smile -- and he's become such a neat, awesome dog - I'm lucky to share my life with him. :)

And of course... all the rest. Caleb also is sleeping beside me in the bed as I type this. He's taken to lying on the other set of pillows upside down with his feet in the air... sometimes I look over and I really wish I hadn't, thanks, buddy! ;)

"Catsitting"

Caleb's doin' it wrong...

;)

Bliss...

My cats ended up getting a bout of URI this week from somewhere, ugh. Of course, with his immune system on the fritz like it has since he was a kitten, D. had a bout with his herpes cycle this week culminating in a fever and blowing snot on Thursday night. Lovely. So, we were in the vet on Friday for him since he was already showing ulceration signs in his eye again. This time we were given the warning that if we can't get it under control, it might be in his best interests to remove the bad eye... which would be fine, except both his eyes are bad, so there's a good chance at some point the second one would have to go. I'd prefer not to even go down that road, so we're loaded up with antibiotics and antivirals and so far, so good. :) It's looking way better today.

However, while D is a dream to pill and medicate, easy as pie, I had to get some antibiotics for Tristan's eye. Yeahhhh, that's really fun. Darn nasty mean cat, man, at times I have to agree with my vet of all people - there are a lot of winding dark roads in our area where I could put him and no one would notice. ;)

I kid, mostly because he'd find his way back to our house and we'd be liable for all the children he killed for sustenance on the way home. So needless to say, Friday I made the mistake of not wrapping him in a towel because I thought Tris was fine... and oh boy, not so smart. My hand is finally not hurting from the gouges and the chomp.

So, I settle down to clean house and draw today, and what do I promptly do? I'm trying to be nice to Matt and clean the kitchen since that's his domain, and I wash the knives... and promptly drop one right into the palm of my hand. Yeah, so much for drawing for a day or two again, ow. I joked with myself that I should have done it right after Tristan bit me to draw out the venom if I'd had any sense.

Luckily, one of us had the right idea on how to take the day off... I really should have just flopped and done what Dusty's doing today. I am so glad he's feeling so much better.

Clash of the Sofa Titans

It was a day of sitting. A day of raining. A day of utter inside boredom that had to be rectified, through any means.

So our mighty hero takes these matters into his own short paws...



"Oh ho, foul feline villian! I am liberating this comfy sofa from your clawed clutches!"


"We do battle, tooth to claw, tooth to claw!"



"Meanwhile, my faithful brother hears my plight and comes to my aid! Haha, striped nemesis! You will feel the Wrath of the Cardigans!"


"I said, comes to my aid, not stand there and laugh at me, Simon!!! Simon! Ow, Simon, give me some help here!"


BIFF! POW! SMACK! CRUNCH!




"...owie."


"Yeah, yeah, I hear you howling threats of revenge. Know what? It's just not threatening because you're hiding behind the bathroom doorframe while you're doing it. I wash my face of you!"

(Hahah, I think the drugs have gone to my head. Come on, icky flu, give up already!)

Comm error ...

Dear Caleb -

What we seem to have here is a failure to communicate. Now, listen; I grew up never letting dogs on the bed. Cats, sure, cats are clean. Dogs, dogs are not.

I know, I know, you're right, they do scratch around in the litterbox and then lick their own paws. However, you and I both know that we've never seen a cat roll in something undescribable in the yard, or throw itself into my fish pond, unlike your charming self.

You have a perfectly good set of wonderful, orthopedic dog beds on the floor. In fact, all of the other dogs find them absolutely fantastic, and are right now as we speak, cuddled up in them. Simon's even on his back with all four paws in the air and snoring.

Your brother has no problems accepting that well, there are some things in life that dogs must regrettably do in order to balance out the fact that humans feed you, devote our lives to your well-being... and for goodness sake, we even stand there with in the cold with a baggie while you debate exactly what is the perfect spot. That's love, right there.



In conclusion, now that we've come to an understanding... get on your own side of the bed. Thank you.

(Hey, I can't help this one tonight -- I'm as sick as... well, the dogs are always healthy, thank goodness. I think I have the flu - it's totally knocked me for a loop. Last night, I half-dazedly remember pondering about getting up and going to the kitchen to get something, but not really. When realized that I was actually standing there, the Cardis and the cat had followed and were looking up at me, in a rather worried way. Apparently, I don't often just stand in the kitchen at three AM. They had a good point.)

Dirty, dirty dog...

So, we got a brand new carpet in the living room.

I also own a neurotic cat. Dusty immediately came and checked it out, delighted in the new-carpet, non dog smell. Of course, then Simon came in and flopped down with his toy, and everything was all fine...


Ah, yes, we are nearly the same colors, are we not? I shall allow you to sit with me and enjoy the new carpet smell as well.


Hmm, I have changed my mind. You are a feeelthy dog, and you need to be washed clean before you continue to sleep on this carpet.


Dusty: Unclean, unclean! Simon: ... is this bad touching?

Not a Cat.

Or maybe Caleb's not a dog. These two just crack me up. Now, Dusty loves puppies. He loves to wrestle with puppies, and he can do a pretty good honorary frap. I will say though that Caleb's been the funniest one yet to watch play with the cat; the cat swats with a paw, Caleb reaches out and swats with a paw, and then they sit back on their haunches and slap each other silly.

They were goofing around the hall this morning, so I finally managed to sneak in a few bad shots of them playing.


She has a camera? Huh. Should we leave now?


Oof! Hey, that's it, no holds barred! I win! I win!


Ow, ow! No fair, no fair! Mom, he's got me in a headlock! He's... winning. Crud. Why does the cat always win when we play this game?

Like a Motel 6 Room....

I have to laugh at that cat. Poor Caleb, all pushed out the door, but still sleeping! I think I spent a night like that once in a Motel 6 for a cat show. I swear, there was six inches around the bed in all directions and that was it. It was horrible. Even the darn cat who slept in a ball on the end of the bed was cramped, I'm sure! We were both crabby for the next two days. After that, the heck with that, I pay extra money for much better hotel rooms, period. ;)

Caturday #2

Simon loves Dusty. Really he does... it's that sort of love you had for your little brother who poked you and then sits on you and chews on you.