Sawyer at the Salon

Back on the 8th Smiley and I took the dogs to a salon on KK to have their nails trimmed. Alas, aside from the copious amounts of hair they left in my car, only one of the two behaved well enough to actually get their nails done. I'll let you guess which one (and it isn't this one). 

At any rate, here are some pics Smiley took. 

A few days later, Lulu took Sawyer to his usual salon where they successfully did the trimming. 

 

        

The Squirrel Chase this AM

 Every morning when I let the dogs out the local wildlife scatters from my yard. Birds fly off in a huff, a rabbit or two will duck under the fence, a squirrel will high-tail it along the top of the fence boards. 

Today, however, they all seemed mildly hungover, and there was a split second delay before any responded. 

That . . . was an error on their part. 

The dogs quickly focused on a squirrel. Good choice, as I despise the furry rats, although I do not seek for them to be harmed. They chased this guy around, one of the dogs always managing to cut off his avenue of escape. I stood there watching from the back door, screen door wide open in my hand. 

Naturally the squirrel took the only path left open to it: it ran right up the porch and headed for my open door.. 

I may have squealed a bit in shock and fear - I do not say that I did, but I may have - and quite feebly kicked out with my foot to discourage its path, connecting with only air. 

It did the trick tho, as right before the door it did a sharp 90 degree turn and dove off the porch into relative safety behind the shed. 

The Huckle. AND The Berry

Rock-a-bye Sawyer

Sawyer At Rest

Pawprints Keepsake

This is another of my Christmas presents, this one from Smiley. We did them late today,  after I got back from my road trip with LuLu. 

We anticipated Sawyer would struggle and fight to the point where it just wouldn't happen at all. 

As it turns out he was super agreeable and it took two seconds, sooooo.. we look dumb for rushing it with a muddy paw. D'oh!

Huckleberry on the other hand DID fight and squirm and raise a moderate fuss so we made do with what we could get in the moment. 

Then, without my permission, Smiley made a cast of both Kahuna and Benny's paws -  even though this was MY Christmas gift and I didn't want someone else's kitty cat memorialized. Hrmph lol

It was a thoughtful gift Smiley. Thank you!

Another Gorgeous Weather Day

For the Second Sunday in a row I'm sitting outside enjoying my patio, despite it being now mid November.

Now Alexa is saying it's 47° F today, which is pretty chilly, but I would argue that on the patio it's probably seven or eight degrees warmer because of the midday sun . At any rate I'm out here without a coat and the dogs are sunning themselves and for the moment all is right in the world. 

Road Trip Doggos

Seeing as they tagged along for the ride to work this morning, here are my doggos as they came to pick  me up from work in LULu's car back on September 20th!

Da Doggos

The doggos. And the head of a broken broom inexplicably left on the floor. But whatever, look at the doggos.

A Walk with the Boys

Smiley and I went on for a walk with the doggos, in large part to gather Pokemon lol

In Which Petco fails us and loses my trust

So I decided to take Sawyer to get his rabies update a clinic at Petco, and brought Huckleberry along for a nail trim. Thankfully, Smiley agreed to go with, because otherwise I would have been soooo bleeped LOL

There are many lousy things to forget about the Covid years, but the protocol that was set up by vets to deal with it was something not only worth remembering but worth continuing into the present day. You'd call or text the vet from the parking lot when you arrived, but then wait in the car with your pet until it was your turn. If it was an end-of-life procedure, you could accompany your pet inside; if not, you handed off your pet and waited outside until they were done. 

Easy peezy, no contact, no fuss. 

Petco, on the other hand, chose to line up a bunch of dogs for this clinic, all strangers to one another, up one one aisle and down another. While you waited, hoping your dog didn't freak out on the dog ahead of him, or vice versa, you had to deal with idiotic parents that ALLOWED their kids to touch strange dogs without asking (and even asked to pose for a picture with them - this was the PARENT asking mind you!), and heat, and impatience, and dogs reacting to the sounds of other dogs getting treated . . . what a mess. 

Thankfully, Smiley took Huck to the groomer there for his nails, then kept him busy 95% of the time Sawyer and I waited. Quite unlike him, Sawyer was well behaved and chill, that is, until the vet got ahold of him. 

From the jump the vet was nervous and skittish, and her fear wafted off her. Sawyer (again, not the norm) reacted without violence or misbehavior, merely trying to break free. Time and again the vet would dramatically drop the syringe on the floor and jump backwards like she was avoiding a striking cobra. 

Wrong profession for you ma'am. Wrong profession. 

In the end she gave up. Just quit. Said she couldn't do it and we should go elsewhere. 

W. T. H. ????

Epic fail Petco. Epic fail. 

Grandpa's Day 2023 pt 2

So where did Junie and I go after the cemetery? What was someplace fun but free? 

Why, how about the Humane Society AND the local animal shelter both!

I LOVED this massive boi that reminded me of our dear Billy!

The little doggos were adorable. 

At the animal shelter Junie was romanced by a very performative, all black cat that really, really wanted to go home with someone!

Meanwhile this stunner caught my eye. It looks like a lynx, doesn't it? I mean, look at the facial structure! It's so unique. 

It was a great way to pass the time and we had a blast!

A Pair of Unwilling Bathers LOL

I'm Huntin' Wabbits

This boi killed two rabbits today in our yard, hours apart. That's three this week.  I'm not sure why they keep risking our yard, but I'm running out of bare soil patches to bury them.  

Not that Huckleberry hasn't done his share of regulating wildlife. He killed a squirrel and a rabbit himself before Sawyer came along last year.  But like Lisa says, Huckleberry is slow: if he can catch you, that's just Darwinism at work.