"I can haz treat?"
"I can totes goofballz!"
Showing posts with label The Dud Abides. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Dud Abides. Show all posts
Daily Dose of Cute
All day, Dudley and Zelda are quiet as little church-mice while I work, and then, all evening, it's WRASSLIN' TIME!!! They looooooove playing tug-of-war, and would literally play all night if we let them. It isn't a dominance game (at least it's not so far, and we only let them play it if we're watching, so we can keep an eye on it): If one of them manages to actually "win," they flop the toy immediately back at the other one, to keep the game going. If I take away Pinkie, they play with a plush ice cream cone, and if I take away Coney, they just roll around together on the floor, play-biting each other's faces. If I make them "sit" to calm it down for a bit, they give me these pitiful looks as if to say, "Whyyyyyyy?! Why do you haaaaaaaaate us?! You're the WORST!" Then immediately set to running around snapping at flies as soon as I release them.
Dudley and Zelda run in a circle in the living room, each of them holding onto an end of a long thin squeaky toy known as Pinkie, playing tug-of-war with it. Zelda growls playfully. Both of their tails wag wildly. Offscreen, Iain walks into the room and can be heard sighing with mock exasperation: "Oh, dear. Come on, you two. Knock it off!" I laugh, and say, "Noooo! They're playing!" Iain sighs dramatically, as he pet s Dudley, who stands for the petting for about half a second before running back to play with Zelda.
Still holding onto Pinkie, Zelda jumps up onto the couch, then off the couch, then onto the loveseat, then off the loveseat. I laugh. "They're so funny!" Squeak squeak squak as they wrestle. Zelda's jaws are a lot stronger than Dudley's, and when she gets it away from him, she flops the loose end back at him, so he can grab it again. She snarls playfully. "Ohhh," I say, as if she's ferocious, and then laugh.
Daily Dose of Cute
Above: Last night while we watched Man vs. Wild, Zelda snuggled up on one side of me with her head on my left side, and Matilda snuggled up on the other side of me with her head on my right leg. Piles of cuteness!
Dog Park TONGUES!!!!!!!eleventy!!!1! are below the fold (on most browsers).
Daily Dose of Cute
"I"m soooooooooo cute!"
"I"m soooooooooo cute!"
"I"m soooooooooo cute!"
"Do I look like a fucking clown to you?"
Daily Dose of Cute
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Dudley's favorite thing ever is the Peanut Butter Spooooooooooooon! When he's hears the sound of my twisting the cap off the peanut butter jar, he comes running into the kitchen so fast that he has, on multiple occasions, slid and crashed right into the side of the counter. "I'M HERE! I'M FINE! WHAT? NO, REALLY! IT'S JUST A FLESH WOUND! GIVE ME PEANUT BUTTER PLEEEEEEEEASE!"
And he will stand and lick the peanut butter spoon in this completely zen state for as long as I will indulge him, even well after every last molecule of peanut butter is gone.
Have I mentioned I love this dog? I love this dog.
News from Shakes Manor
So, I've got the flu or the cold or wevthefuck it is that's going around which makes you epically sick in the face, and, when I woke up this morning, it had settled firmly in my throat and chest, completely fubaring my voice.
I sort of sound like a vocoded Vin Diesel. Which, although a very appropriate voice for a Steampunk Abortion Robot, is definitely a change from my usual tone.
When I just asked Dudley if he needed to go out, he cocked his head at me and gave me a look that seemed to say, "What have you done with my Two-Legs, alien?"
I sort of sound like a vocoded Vin Diesel. Which, although a very appropriate voice for a Steampunk Abortion Robot, is definitely a change from my usual tone.
When I just asked Dudley if he needed to go out, he cocked his head at me and gave me a look that seemed to say, "What have you done with my Two-Legs, alien?"
I'm at the doooooooooog park! / I love the doooooooooog park! 
Wacky Weather
Video Description: Scenes of medium-sized hail balls falling in our front yard, with bursts of lightning.
Then, Friday, we had the apocalyptic storm that knocked out our power for an entire day:
Video Description: Scenes of rain coming down in sheets, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
That was before the storm got really bad. It stormed like that, with full-on thunder and lightning, for about four hours, then just continued to rain and rain, until there was flooding all over the area.
Saturday, it was sunny and almost 100 degrees. The dog park, which has excellent drainage, was nonetheless still flooded in the morning. Dudley, who has no stamina in and no tolerance for the heat, found a neat way to cool off:
Video Description: Dudley lays up to his chest in the floodwater, drinking it as he lies there. Iain and I laugh about how goofy he is.
Video Description: Dudley lays in the water, and, as he pants from running around in the hot sun, ripples fan out around him in the water. I laugh and ask him what he thinks he's doing. He spies his Beagle friend Walter across the park, and he leaps up, water dripping off of him.
Today, the sun is out, but I just heard thunder in the distance. Yikes. Who knows what today will bring! I've got $5 on snow. Why not?
Daily Dose of Cute
Run around dog park and lie in grass.
Also: Profuse panting. Water. More running around until total exhaustion.
Crawl onto couch after some food and treats.
[Insert additional playtime here, energy permitting.]
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
