Friday, April 24, 2009
The dogs love spring
Spring evenings are warm and relaxing (especially after a glass or two of wine). It's not consistently warm enough for bugs to be out yet, but it's warm enough for people (and dogs) to be out. Jeff, Sassy, Alley and I spent some quality family time together on the deck Friday night. I had to snap a few photos of the dogs enjoying their first warm spring night.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Missing culprits
When Jeff and I arrived home from work tonight, we were greeted by a pile of crumbs. These smashed bits were spotted near a plastic potato-chip bag with a large hole in the corner. Oh yeah, and next to the empty bag were two guilty looking dogs. The moment I looked down at the mess on the floor, Sassy and Alley sprinted out of the room.
Why is it that dogs try to hide when they realize their humans have noticed their bad actions? Do they think if they hide for a couple of minutes that we silly old humans will simply forget that dogs live in the home? Perhaps we'll assume a stranger broke into the house and made a mess.
Why is it that dogs try to hide when they realize their humans have noticed their bad actions? Do they think if they hide for a couple of minutes that we silly old humans will simply forget that dogs live in the home? Perhaps we'll assume a stranger broke into the house and made a mess.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I'm not THAT thirsty
We used to walk along a particular path near the mountains with Sassy several times a week when we lived in California.
She loved the walks. The sun shining down on her back, making her fur hot to the touch. The variety of flowers to sniff. Chasing tumbleweeds up and down hills, sometimes sans leash. What's a dog not to love?
Well if your name is Sassy and you have a particular dislike of metal, you would find a certain water bowl unacceptable. Along the path, a stainless steal water dish sat at each water station beside the human fountain. Sassy would collapse next to the fountain, panting like crazy and wiggling in the dirt to find a "cool spot." But she would NOT drink from that water dish. It didn't matter how thirsty she might be. Stainless steal and Sassy's precious dog face were never going to meet.
Apparently, Sassy wasn't alone in her disdain for stainless steal. When Jeff I visited California a couple of weeks ago, we noticed the dog dishes along the path had been flattened. No dogs will be drinking out of them now. Sassy seemed pleased when I showed her the picture.
She loved the walks. The sun shining down on her back, making her fur hot to the touch. The variety of flowers to sniff. Chasing tumbleweeds up and down hills, sometimes sans leash. What's a dog not to love?
Well if your name is Sassy and you have a particular dislike of metal, you would find a certain water bowl unacceptable. Along the path, a stainless steal water dish sat at each water station beside the human fountain. Sassy would collapse next to the fountain, panting like crazy and wiggling in the dirt to find a "cool spot." But she would NOT drink from that water dish. It didn't matter how thirsty she might be. Stainless steal and Sassy's precious dog face were never going to meet.
Apparently, Sassy wasn't alone in her disdain for stainless steal. When Jeff I visited California a couple of weeks ago, we noticed the dog dishes along the path had been flattened. No dogs will be drinking out of them now. Sassy seemed pleased when I showed her the picture.
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