Due to the nearly biblical amount of rain we experienced last month, our backyard, aside from being as verdant as ever, also started to suffer a plague of frogs. Tiny ones were everyone, and some big bubbas would hop around from time to time. I started to wonder how often Bogey (see previous post) had feasted on a frog leg dinner. Apparently, he just likes Frog Stew.
I keep throwing the water out, letting the frog hop away, and he just keeps returning.
Sort of a funny photo. There’s a lot of work that goes into just getting our dogs into the car so we can take them for a walk. The funniest thing (in my opinion) is that Bogey leans his head over the back seat and slobbers all over the upholstery. We wised up to his ways and began placing a towel over the seat before he gets there. And he refuses to jump into the car, so I have to grab all 100+ pounds of him and shove him in. It’s a great workout for your back.
I thought I’d written about this before, but our 1 year old half-lab, half great pyreness ‘puppy’ got into a bit of a mess a few weeks ago. Also, I found flickrSLiDR today, an easy way to embed Flickr slideshows into your website, as seen below. The story that goes along with the show is as follows:
The wife and I were inside, when a shattering noise from the backyard awoke us from our midday reverie. "There goes the chiminea," I said. As I was pulling my shoes on, the wife was outside yelling "GET THE CAMERA! GET THE CAMERA!" So I got the camera. (I’m trained well). Maybe if I had forecasting software, I could have seen this coming. Although, given the guy’s girth, it was a certain inevitability, although the way it happened was fairly unique. The poor pooch had laid down next to the chiminea, gotten his collar stuck to the stand, and, when he got up, took everything with him. The aftermath is seen below:
Created with Paul’s flickrSLiDR.
Today is a momentous day. It’s Bogey’s birthday. He’s all of one year old. In just one year’s time, he’s gone from the first photo to the second photo and he mostly does what he’s doing in the third photo all day. If you didn’t already know, he’s half lab and half Great Pyrnees, thus the largeness. We think he’s around 60-70 pounds, but he’s way past due for a weighing. In one picture he looks angry - he’s not. He crinkles his nose when he’s excited or wants attention, although to the uninitiated and combined with his loud, deep bark, it could be more than a little disconcerting. On the other hand, he’s just a big goofball.
In related news, he’s been eating a small tree we thought we had reinforced with not just one, but two fences. We bought larger, sturdier posts, and, so far, so good. In better news, at least for Bogey’s sake, he’s going to get a puppy cake this weekend. Seems the wife has the same strange affliction that her mother suffers from - spoiling animals. Not that I’m against it. I think the puppy cake is edible by humans as well. Not that I would want to try it.
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It seems that almost everyone I know around my age that’s married is about to have a child. In most cases, it’s their second or third. My sister is about to have her third, a boy (finally!). Two pairs of friends are about to have their seconds. Another relative is having her first. A co-worker is having her first. A friend from high school is having her first. The list probably keeps going. Was there just something in the water or in the air nine months ago? Is this a question better left unasked? Is unasked even a word? Maybe all these people can benefit from new kids furniture. As for me and my house, we will serve our dogs, because they’re the only children we’re ready for, and even then, we still have problems. Some day we’ll learn that, with a child, you can’t just throw them out back for hours at a time. Until then, we’re quite content with our goofball pooches.
Main Entry: cabin fever
Function: noun
: extreme irritability and restlessness from living in isolation or a confined indoor area for a prolonged time
You know it’s bad when you can’t find something to watch with 100s of channels to choose from, a Netflix subscription, too many DVDs you own, and two tivos.
Our area of Texas is currently experiencing an icestorm of epic proportions - at least epic in the Texas sense when it comes to ice and snow. Most other parts of the country do just fine with a few feet of snow. Texas falls over and plays dead. There was even a report that central Texas only had enough sand and ice-melting chemicals for a day or two and they’ve already run out!
Also, as we’ve been going from watching TV to watching movies to reading websites to playing with the dogs to making meals and eating cookies and playing the new Wii, eventually two of these things would have to collide given so much time stuck in one confined place. Those two things were my Wii controller smacking the back of my big dog’s head. I was bowling and thought I was paying attention, until he somehow got in front of me and I clocked him in the head. The poor guy ran off, but he was fine. His skull is thicker than an iron wall.
Although he did get upset with me, and generally hid from me for the rest of the day. It was also our first Wiimote Injury, and hopefully the last. What’s a Wiimote injury? Take a look…
Our new dog, Bogey, is part lab and part great pyrenees, which equals one possibly huge dog. But Mia, our first dog, a picapoo, seems to enjoy playing with him, as evidenced by the following video:
Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God, by
Uprising: A Revolution of the Soul, by Erwin Raphael McManus
