|Uh oh! New Monkey is missing her purple bow.|
Friday, July 29, 2011
|Cautiously watching Daisy as she approaches.|
Thursday, July 28, 2011
|"No, it's MINE!"|
|And so it begins.|
Friday, July 22, 2011
|"What are you doing back there?"|
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
|Daisy wants to play.|
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
|Daisy discovers the Pokemon kitty.|
Monday, July 18, 2011
|A puppy's "come on, let's play!"|
|Daisy takes a nap.|
Sunday, July 17, 2011
|Daisy discovers grass.|
Saturday, July 16, 2011
|Daisy comes home.|
Friday, July 15, 2011
|Happy to be in the car.|
Thursday, July 14, 2011
|Not a bath!|
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, has the most annoying habit. He pees in the house when he's upset with us for being gone too long. The boys and I met a friend for lunch. Unfortunately, as usual, it was no dogs allowed so we left Freddy at home. We were gone two hours. When we got home, we discovered that Freddy had peed near the boys' gaming chairs. Freddy has a doggie door and can get outside. Freddy also knows he's not allowed to pee inside the house, but he does it anyway when he's upset. When I discovered the pee spot, Freddy went to the other side of the house. He walked along the far edge of the living room so he wasn't near me. He avoided me for 10 minutes. Finally, Freddy sneaked up behind me. When I finally noticed him, he had his ears and tail down and made his eyes look all weepy. Clearly he was waiting for the scolding. What's the point? He knew it was wrong, and he'll do it again the next time he determines we've been gone too long. This really is Freddy's most annoying habit.
Monday, July 11, 2011
|Come on, chase me!|
Sunday, July 10, 2011
|Comfy and sleeping on favorite chair.|
Saturday, July 9, 2011
|Everybody always needs a woobie.|
Luckily for Freddy, I was already awake at 3:00 a.m. when he needed a big pee. He doesn't want to go out in the dark by himself. Maybe it has something to do with the woods behind out house. "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!" Well, raccoons, foxes, um, alligators, bears, panthers, snakes...." "Mom, you go first and I'll back you up."
Friday, July 8, 2011
|Freddy on Mommy's big bed|
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
After dinner Freddy, the wiener dog, went crazy. He was whining, barking, and lunging at me. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. It seemed to be about food and not his evening walk (surprise, surprise), but there's not something I eat every night. At one point he couldn't figure out whether to run out the doggie door, climb onto the bed, or run into the kitchen. He was literally going around in circles. Jeff and I went to the kitchen to try to understand what he wanted. Freddy again whined and fussed at me. Finally, Jeff gave up, grabbed a couple of oatmeal cookies, and left the kitchen. Freddy went after Jeff. When Jeff gave Freddy a little bit of oatmeal cookie, Freddy calmed down. Once Jeff and Freddy finished off the cookies, Freddy laid down for the night. It was totally unreal. That dog is addicted to oatmeal cookies.
|"Mother, just open the door."|
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, loves treats. He especially likes Pedigree’s MarroBones(R) treats. It looks like little bits of bone with marrow inside. It must be doggie crack. Unprompted, he’ll do something that he knows I like so I’ll say, “What a good boy! Let’s get a treat!” He’s far too intelligent to be a dog. Freddy must be human, or an alien.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
|Waiting for pool-time.|
|Mark modeling a baseball cap.|
Saturday, July 2, 2011
|It's been quite a morning already.|
Freddy, the wiener dog, likes pizza. Friday nights are Pizza Night. Freddy actually barked at Jeff for pizza. Freddy Baby is a Sausage Baby and doesn’t get pizza. Freddy is unhappy that he didn’t get pizza. However, we have to reduce his weight to 11 lbs. before his next vet visit in December. No pizza. Besides, cheese gives Freddy horrible gas.
|Just made Steven switch seats!|
Friday, July 1, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, taught me a new trick. When it's time for lunch, actually when he's ready for lunch, he finds me and starts to whine...although not too much because he knows I hate that sound. When I look down at Freddy, he snorts and dances his front paws back and forth. I say, "Are you ready for lunch?" Then, he gives me a big snort, jumps up, and we go into the kitchen and fix a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You can teach an old mom new tricks. Hey, wait a minute.......
Freddy, the wiener dog, went for this morning walk. Once again he saw The Trash Monster. The worst part of that big beast is the air-brakes. That wooooshing sound made Freddy afraid. We walked past it, but I knew we would see it again. Our street is U-shaped, so the truck must pass us twice. We beat it to the second half of the street, but eventually it made its way around the corner. Freddy wasn't happy to see it. Oh, no, not again! This time instead of being afraid of the air-brakes, he trotted past it as quickly as possible. Good boy, Freddy Baby! When we arrived home, Freddy came inside all puffed up, proud of himself. He went strolling through the house with his woobie looking to tell everybody that he made it past The Trash Monster, but everybody's still asleep. Mommy knows you were brave, Freddy. Mommy knows.
|Nana keeping Freddy safe.|