Goodbye, sweet little Molly-dog. Thank you for all the laughter and happy memories.
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
Dogs, Garage, & Flowers
Trixie loves playing with the water hose-- to the point that if you try to water plants with Trixie nearby, she will bite at the water-- hurl herself after it-- and potentially crush the poor, thirsty plants in the process. She has to go inside for the sake of the plants' continued well-being (not to mention the continued well-being of my sanity). But every now and then, we point the hose out over the lawn and let her have at it.
She looks like a different dog, when she gets wet. (True for all long-haired and/or fluffy dogs, I guess.)
We've introduced Luna to the hose, too, and she's a little interested, but not nearly to the degree that Trixie is (and maybe that's a good thing). On the other hand, she displays some interest in the plastic kiddie pool that all our other dogs have shunned.
I'm pretty sure Donald's posted this photo (as well as some of the dog photos above) on FB, so you've probably already seen it, but here's a photo of the garage workbench and cabinets:
(Still haven't finished putting everything in place... Yard work has taken up all "outside time", lately.)
This past winter got very cold (by our standards) and killed back some plants harder than usual. The umbrella plants under our covered patio, for instance, are still very slowly recovering. Nowhere near as tall and lush as they were last year, but they're alive. The sago palms were also hard-hit. It's taken them a long time to put out new growth, but they finally have. (Late May, early June.)
I don't know if I had any other options, but the frozen, dead fronds seemed so dead that I just cut them all off. I don't think they'd have recovered. The downside of doing that is that removing fronds makes the plant into more of a (very) short tree shape, which I'm not sure I love... But oh well. It's what the plant wants to do, naturally, so I guess I'll learn to like it. ;o) (I'm slowly learning how exhausting it can be to fight what a plant naturally wants to do. They can be extremely stubborn, plants.)
This new batch of daylily seedlings is doing so much better than the last! I'm not sure how much of it is due to better practice and how much is owed to a better supply, but I'm happy. Now if they'll just stay alive... Daylilies are hardy, so chances are good that most will, I think, so long as I take a reasonable amount of care.
It's sad to think that we won't see blooms from them for at least a year-- maybe two or three. Worth the wait, though.
Flower photo "slideshow":
She looks like a different dog, when she gets wet. (True for all long-haired and/or fluffy dogs, I guess.)
We've introduced Luna to the hose, too, and she's a little interested, but not nearly to the degree that Trixie is (and maybe that's a good thing). On the other hand, she displays some interest in the plastic kiddie pool that all our other dogs have shunned.
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I'm pretty sure Donald's posted this photo (as well as some of the dog photos above) on FB, so you've probably already seen it, but here's a photo of the garage workbench and cabinets:
(Still haven't finished putting everything in place... Yard work has taken up all "outside time", lately.)
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This past winter got very cold (by our standards) and killed back some plants harder than usual. The umbrella plants under our covered patio, for instance, are still very slowly recovering. Nowhere near as tall and lush as they were last year, but they're alive. The sago palms were also hard-hit. It's taken them a long time to put out new growth, but they finally have. (Late May, early June.)
I don't know if I had any other options, but the frozen, dead fronds seemed so dead that I just cut them all off. I don't think they'd have recovered. The downside of doing that is that removing fronds makes the plant into more of a (very) short tree shape, which I'm not sure I love... But oh well. It's what the plant wants to do, naturally, so I guess I'll learn to like it. ;o) (I'm slowly learning how exhausting it can be to fight what a plant naturally wants to do. They can be extremely stubborn, plants.)
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This new batch of daylily seedlings is doing so much better than the last! I'm not sure how much of it is due to better practice and how much is owed to a better supply, but I'm happy. Now if they'll just stay alive... Daylilies are hardy, so chances are good that most will, I think, so long as I take a reasonable amount of care.
It's sad to think that we won't see blooms from them for at least a year-- maybe two or three. Worth the wait, though.
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Flower photo "slideshow":
Friday, April 18, 2014
Luna Pix
Here are the latest photos of Luna. She'll be four months old tomorrow. :o)
(You can hover over the photo and use the arrows that appear to flip back through the rest of our Flickr photostream.)
She's a sweetie-- sometimes. ;o) Other times, she still thinks biting is a fun game. She loves chasing (and growling at) frisbees, has the word "treat" memorized perfectly, and is pretty good at the three commands we've taught her so far. Those would be "sit", "down" (as in "lie down"), and "wait" (which means don't take the treat yet). We've also taught her "no", and sometimes she obeys that one, too. (g) She loves to give ear-kisses-- and nose/mouth kisses, too, if you aren't careful. She's still not house-trained, but that's really more our fault than hers, I'm sure. (She'll learn, eventually.) She sometimes whines and howls when she's very sad (such as when everyone else goes outside and she's left behind), but she's usually very good at keeping herself occupied with her toys. She runs and throws herself against the cardboard "fences" that keep her in her room, when she really, really wants out or sees you coming. She stands on her hind feet and sticks her head and front paws over the cardboard to watch you when you're working in the kitchen. She loves pulling her blanket out of the crate and around the room. She has the softest fur ever. She's an expert at "welcome home". She's a cutie-pie-- but I may be biased. :o)
(You can hover over the photo and use the arrows that appear to flip back through the rest of our Flickr photostream.)
She's a sweetie-- sometimes. ;o) Other times, she still thinks biting is a fun game. She loves chasing (and growling at) frisbees, has the word "treat" memorized perfectly, and is pretty good at the three commands we've taught her so far. Those would be "sit", "down" (as in "lie down"), and "wait" (which means don't take the treat yet). We've also taught her "no", and sometimes she obeys that one, too. (g) She loves to give ear-kisses-- and nose/mouth kisses, too, if you aren't careful. She's still not house-trained, but that's really more our fault than hers, I'm sure. (She'll learn, eventually.) She sometimes whines and howls when she's very sad (such as when everyone else goes outside and she's left behind), but she's usually very good at keeping herself occupied with her toys. She runs and throws herself against the cardboard "fences" that keep her in her room, when she really, really wants out or sees you coming. She stands on her hind feet and sticks her head and front paws over the cardboard to watch you when you're working in the kitchen. She loves pulling her blanket out of the crate and around the room. She has the softest fur ever. She's an expert at "welcome home". She's a cutie-pie-- but I may be biased. :o)
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Bad Puppy!
Luna broke out of "her room" (i.e. the dining room, which we've temporarily stripped of most furniture and sectioned off from the rest of the house) last night and had herself a good ol' time. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's the first time it's happened that Trixie didn't let us know. Also, it's the first time that Luna noticed my yarn, apparently.
This morning, I was greeted by this mess:
And this was after Donald tidied things up, he says. (He happened to be the first one up today and wanted to soften the blow.)
Ugh.
At least it was only acrylic yarn. It could've been worse. There were finished squares she could have chewed into bits (not to mention furniture, walls, cables, etc.), and there's a ball of laceweight on the coffee table that she probably could have gotten, if she'd been determined. Still, not the sort of thing to fill your heart with joy.
I ended up cutting a couple of times to make the untangling easier, so it's in a few balls instead of one nice skein-- but it's all salvaged and ready for crocheting.
Phew.
There's a saying that comes to mind right about now... Ah, yes: "You're lucky you're cute, dog."
Maybe it's time to start putting her in her crate at night... If not, I will at least be stowing all yarn well out of reach!
This morning, I was greeted by this mess:
And this was after Donald tidied things up, he says. (He happened to be the first one up today and wanted to soften the blow.)
Ugh.
At least it was only acrylic yarn. It could've been worse. There were finished squares she could have chewed into bits (not to mention furniture, walls, cables, etc.), and there's a ball of laceweight on the coffee table that she probably could have gotten, if she'd been determined. Still, not the sort of thing to fill your heart with joy.
I ended up cutting a couple of times to make the untangling easier, so it's in a few balls instead of one nice skein-- but it's all salvaged and ready for crocheting.
Phew.
There's a saying that comes to mind right about now... Ah, yes: "You're lucky you're cute, dog."
Maybe it's time to start putting her in her crate at night... If not, I will at least be stowing all yarn well out of reach!
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
So, so true.
“The older I get, and the more I see of human beings, the more I understand why some people love their dogs so much.”
--Thomas Sowell
--Thomas Sowell
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
88/365 - Eskie Smile
Enjoying some time on the bed before someone ruins the fun by announcing that it's time for the inevitable "Night-Night Walk with Molly".
Thursday, March 28, 2013
74/365 - Trixie
We got her a dog bed, but she still seems to prefer the floor. (Donald had to put her on it and pet her to keep her on it long enough for me to take this photo.)
71/365 - Sunny Spot
A cozy patch of afternoon sun slanting through the blinds-- just the spot for drowsy lounging.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
46/365 - Bark-Bug
Trixie likes this spot for sitting and barking to the Neighbor Dogs. It's also her first choice for waiting for us to return from walks to the pond.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
22/365 - Sleeping Dog
I should have let sleeping dogs lie, but the intrusive beeping and shuttering of the camera disturbed her, and now she's muffing and biffing at every little thing. Silly girl.
This is one of her favorite snooze spots-- under the breakfast room table.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Trixie at Mealtime
This is how Trixie likes to eat-- plopped down on the floor so that she eat while lying down. She takes great pains getting the bowl in just the right position before settling in for a meal, too. You can easily tell when she's preparing to eat by the sound of the bowl scraping across the floor. Silly girl!
And because they make me smile, here are two goofy photos of our sweet Eskie:
(Though to be fair, I'm sure you could get some really embarrassing photos of me, too, if you ambushed me with a camera while I was in mid-chew. (g))
Friday, June 8, 2012
Our Backyard-- the Wonderful World of Wildlife
This has been a great day for wildlife in our yard (and nearby).
This morning, I found a black window spider in one of the dog houses. The dogs very rarely use them, since they're usually indoors, but still-- I'm never happy to see a black widow, and especially not on our back porch. Donald was working from home today, and between the two of us, we killed it. Ok, so he did the actual deed, but I helped. Anyway, the point is there was a happy ending, after all. I saw another one near our rock pile a couple months ago, but that one got away from me before I could kill it. (I have no mercy on black widows. They all must die.)
I could tell you about the birds that visited our feeder today-- the sparrows and some sort of finch-like bird with a red head... the multiple sizes of doves... the bluebird... the family of cardinals (with the adults still feeding the fluttering-winged juveniles)-- but that's nothing unusual, so I guess I won't (only I just did). ;o)
Similarly, I won't bore you about the many (comparatively slow, lazy) green anoles and (paranoid, skittery) skinks that can be seen in our yard at practically all times of the day (if you know where to look).
Instead, I'll tell you that Donald saw what must have been a hognose snake on the easement, today. From his description-- mean/dangerous-looking, hissing, flattened out like a cobra-- there's little doubt that it was another hognose. I'm glad it wasn't something worse (like the moccasin Molly found a month or so ago).
Finally, do you remember that time (not quite two years ago) that Trixie discovered a headless rabbit in our yard, first thing in the morning? Back then, she came right in when called, like a good doggy. Well, this time she wasn't so well-behaved after finding another headless rabbit (this time with the front legs missing as well). Instead of coming when called, she decided that it was a clear case of Finders Keepers. She was basically a brat about the whole thing, ate goodness knows how much of her prize, growled at Donald when he tried to get her to leave it, and stubbornly ignored even the most tempting of our Emergency Squeaky Toys. Donald finally managed to put a large leaf rake over the rabbit so that she couldn't get to it, and while she was distracted, he got it out of the yard. (Molly didn't see what it was, so we got her back inside fairly easily. Otherwise, there's no telling what might have happened...)
So. Such is life in the Great Wilderness of Southwestern Alabama. Trixie has a wild streak of vicious wolf hidden just below the deceptive surface of silky-softness, intelligence, and faithful companionability. And something needs to stop making a habit of leaving headless animals in our yard. (Please? Why not take it home with you for later?)
This morning, I found a black window spider in one of the dog houses. The dogs very rarely use them, since they're usually indoors, but still-- I'm never happy to see a black widow, and especially not on our back porch. Donald was working from home today, and between the two of us, we killed it. Ok, so he did the actual deed, but I helped. Anyway, the point is there was a happy ending, after all. I saw another one near our rock pile a couple months ago, but that one got away from me before I could kill it. (I have no mercy on black widows. They all must die.)
I could tell you about the birds that visited our feeder today-- the sparrows and some sort of finch-like bird with a red head... the multiple sizes of doves... the bluebird... the family of cardinals (with the adults still feeding the fluttering-winged juveniles)-- but that's nothing unusual, so I guess I won't (only I just did). ;o)
Similarly, I won't bore you about the many (comparatively slow, lazy) green anoles and (paranoid, skittery) skinks that can be seen in our yard at practically all times of the day (if you know where to look).
Instead, I'll tell you that Donald saw what must have been a hognose snake on the easement, today. From his description-- mean/dangerous-looking, hissing, flattened out like a cobra-- there's little doubt that it was another hognose. I'm glad it wasn't something worse (like the moccasin Molly found a month or so ago).
Finally, do you remember that time (not quite two years ago) that Trixie discovered a headless rabbit in our yard, first thing in the morning? Back then, she came right in when called, like a good doggy. Well, this time she wasn't so well-behaved after finding another headless rabbit (this time with the front legs missing as well). Instead of coming when called, she decided that it was a clear case of Finders Keepers. She was basically a brat about the whole thing, ate goodness knows how much of her prize, growled at Donald when he tried to get her to leave it, and stubbornly ignored even the most tempting of our Emergency Squeaky Toys. Donald finally managed to put a large leaf rake over the rabbit so that she couldn't get to it, and while she was distracted, he got it out of the yard. (Molly didn't see what it was, so we got her back inside fairly easily. Otherwise, there's no telling what might have happened...)
So. Such is life in the Great Wilderness of Southwestern Alabama. Trixie has a wild streak of vicious wolf hidden just below the deceptive surface of silky-softness, intelligence, and faithful companionability. And something needs to stop making a habit of leaving headless animals in our yard. (Please? Why not take it home with you for later?)
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Sightings: Eskie & Snake
This morning, I noticed that Kindle had changed the ad display overnight-- and the new advertisement included what looks an awful lot like an Eskie:
...I guess it could be something else, but it looks a lot like an Eksie wearing a pair of goofy glasses...
...Not that I would have any reason to know what that looks like...
You don't see Eskies in ads or other media as often as the more popular breeds, so it's exciting (for Eskie-obsessed people, at least) when you do spot one.
Sorry, couldn't help sticking in another silly Trixie photo. Or three. ;o)
This afternoon, we were standing with the back door open, watching the rain and enjoying a little fresh air. I think we saw the snake at the same time, because when I asked, uncertainly, "Does that look like a...?", Donald finished my sentence: "Snake." (g)
He went out to get a closer look and see what kind it was-- a kingsnake. I'm always happy when it's a kingsnake-- the best kind of snake there is, around here. (They eat venomous snakes!)
I went out with the (smaller, lesser) camera later, took a few photos, and watched it leave the yard. Maybe it'll stay in the area, but just not in the yard. I don't want the dogs (Molly, most likely, because Trixie seems to have a little more sense regarding snakes-- maybe-- knock on wood, cross my fingers, etc.) wrangling with any snakes, if I can help it.
That's not the first snake sighting of the year, though. Donald and I have both seen what is probably a black racer, this spring, and Donald has seen at least one brown water snake on the easement. So far, no really bad snakes, though. (Knock on wood again...)
...I guess it could be something else, but it looks a lot like an Eksie wearing a pair of goofy glasses...
...Not that I would have any reason to know what that looks like...
You don't see Eskies in ads or other media as often as the more popular breeds, so it's exciting (for Eskie-obsessed people, at least) when you do spot one.
Sorry, couldn't help sticking in another silly Trixie photo. Or three. ;o)
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This afternoon, we were standing with the back door open, watching the rain and enjoying a little fresh air. I think we saw the snake at the same time, because when I asked, uncertainly, "Does that look like a...?", Donald finished my sentence: "Snake." (g)
He went out to get a closer look and see what kind it was-- a kingsnake. I'm always happy when it's a kingsnake-- the best kind of snake there is, around here. (They eat venomous snakes!)
I went out with the (smaller, lesser) camera later, took a few photos, and watched it leave the yard. Maybe it'll stay in the area, but just not in the yard. I don't want the dogs (Molly, most likely, because Trixie seems to have a little more sense regarding snakes-- maybe-- knock on wood, cross my fingers, etc.) wrangling with any snakes, if I can help it.
That's not the first snake sighting of the year, though. Donald and I have both seen what is probably a black racer, this spring, and Donald has seen at least one brown water snake on the easement. So far, no really bad snakes, though. (Knock on wood again...)
Friday, March 30, 2012
Monday, December 12, 2011
What a Sad-Looking Tree!
We finally put up our Christmas tree over the weekend! Isn't it beautiful?
Ok, this isn't really our Christmas tree. It's just the top portion of our (artificial) tree, put in the stand for the fun of it. Trixie thought it looked pretty pathetic (and was a little concerned that it might topple over on top of her).
Our (fully assembled and decorated) tree looks much the same as it does every year. Still, maybe I'll take a photo or two before it comes back down again...
Monday, October 10, 2011
From Out the Silence ;o)
I don't blog here anymore, it seems.
The weather lately:
Glorious.
Windows open all the time.
Breezes.
(Relative) coolness.
Please don't ever change; I love you just the way you are.
Our doings:
The usual.
Transfering content from old website to new one (slowly, surely).
Yard work (weeding, trimming back trees, building another burn pile).
Teaching myself to knit. (M.)
Working on a new DNN (DotNetNuke) project. (D.)
Molly's doings:
Snoozing.
Staring doggedly (ha ha) at counter-top (and a plate of leftover sausage).
Watching from the (open) laundry room window as Donald takes his evening run.
Trixie's doings:
Food-cubing.
Bubbling-popping.
Finding dead rat in yard (ew, where'd it come from??).
Carrying dead rat in mouth.
Undergoing de-rat-germ-ifying.
Good times. ;o)
The weather lately:
Glorious.
Windows open all the time.
Breezes.
(Relative) coolness.
Please don't ever change; I love you just the way you are.
Our doings:
The usual.
Transfering content from old website to new one (slowly, surely).
Yard work (weeding, trimming back trees, building another burn pile).
Teaching myself to knit. (M.)
Working on a new DNN (DotNetNuke) project. (D.)
Molly's doings:
Snoozing.
Staring doggedly (ha ha) at counter-top (and a plate of leftover sausage).
Watching from the (open) laundry room window as Donald takes his evening run.
Trixie's doings:
Food-cubing.
Bubbling-popping.
Finding dead rat in yard (ew, where'd it come from??).
Carrying dead rat in mouth.
Undergoing de-rat-germ-ifying.
Good times. ;o)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Look, It's an Eskie Puppy!
Okay...
Eskie puppy videos make (almost) everything better. Even if they do grow up into bratsy little dogs that like to wake you up in the pre-dawn hours, knowing full well that you'll have trouble going back to sleep. ;o)
I ought to go to YouTube for early-morning, puppy-based entertainment, from now on. (And Facebook shall be shunned forever and ever, amen. In that direction lie fail-proof depression triggers.)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Trixie Jumps Through the Hoop
Trixie jumps through a hula hoop on command. Er, well sometimes she does.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Trixie "Finds It"
We play a game called "Find It" with Trixie. We take one of her toys, hide it somewhere (while she waits in another room), and tell her (as you've probably already guessed) to find it. She enjoys it, and I think it's fun to watch as she sniffs and puzzles out the toy's location.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Trixie Barks at Bones
It's so much fun when the People slide one of the dogs' Nylabones over the hard surface floor and send it flying toward you! (Just take Trixie's word for it.)
...Of course, it's a little anticlimactic, because, in the end, it's still just a gnawed-up plastic bone. Oh well. Such is life.
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