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Today we took the boy dogs to walk a trail along the river. Eventually we came across a trail that actually led down to the river, and all hell broke loose.
Wakonda immediately galumphed into the water while Koba looked on in stunned amazement.
Koba was blown away. First all that water followed by Wook blithely trotting on into it.
Being a Schipperke he simply could not handle being the odd guy out. Finally he wandered into the water, whereupon he refused to get out.
I am ashamed to admit that even though he was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, this was Koba’s first ever dip into a river. I think I owe the little dude a lot of freshwater jaunts.
I cannot believe months have passed since I updated this blog. I haven’t even twittered.
A lot of life lately has consisted of (1) being overwhelmed by work and (2) being overwhelmed by bills. But in he middle of all this self-absorbed inner wailing, I have managed to have some Big Fun.
At the end of July on the year anniversary of taking the bar, J and I traveled back to the scene (Seattle) for a Nine Inch Nails concert. It was awesome. I bagged a nice room at the Westin downtown via Priceline.com and we flew to Seattle and back on my free airline miles. The NIN concert had the usual fascinating pre-show people watching experience. My favorite was a husky gentleman sporting a kilt. There was hair in every color under the rainbow, tattoos people will regret in 10 years, as well as an unusually high number of Gene Simmons boots. Gothic Lolita was the fashion of the day. The concert was fabulous – so fabulous I am seriously considering hitting the show again in Missoula in a couple of months.
The canines are all well and I’ve changed the header image to Lucy at rest in her papasan chair. Lucy had an unsightly health issue recently – her anal gland exploded. It was as much fun as it sounds. Surgery followed, including the extraction of two teeth. Poor little doxie had mayhem going on with both ends. She recovered speedily and is back to her usually passive-aggressive self.
I’ll try to poke my head above the water more often to post. And now back to our regularly scheduled programming – work on my files which I’ve put off for the last two days so I could have a weekend.
Oh, and I’ve been on a Heart kick all of a sudden. What’s that all about?
Our mini-Dachshund, Lucy, is so incredibly self-absorbed it leaves all us little people in awe. Lucy had a sore back leg this weekend. I felt up and down the subject leg with firm pressure (takes about 1 millisecond on a short weenie dog leg) and she did not object. So I gave her an armchair diagnosis of muscle sprain. The solution was to keep her quiet for a couple of days (not difficult) and to make sure she didn’t try to leap off of anything.
Lucille went into recuperation and pampering mode. She’s feeling much better and the limp is all but gone. However, I’m not sure she’s going to snap out of it.
Madam is resting and will not be disturbed.
Cricket, one of the two dachshunds that reside rent-free in our house, had a most excellent evening yesterday. First, she had a belly rub.
Then I stopped rubbing her belly. She noticed.
Yes, the brooding stare worked. I resumed belly rub (after delaying to take the photo).
Koba joined us on the couch, but reserved his personal space by laying way on the other end of the couch. Undeterred, Cricket breached his boundaries.
Look at that. She’s completely let herself go to the point where she’s not even bothering to suck in her tummy.
Another angle with Koba’s put-out-but-too-lazy-to-do-anything face.
And look at Cricket’s snout. Is that a tongue sticking out of her mouth? Well, let’s see…
The Northwest has been dumped on. Although the humans over the age of 10 who have to drive and shovel the stuff are cranky, there’s at least one canine dude who is over the moon. Witness Wakonda:
Okay, the above is Wakonda doing the Stately Malamute In The Snow bit. Check out the photos after the jump to see him ditch all pretense at dignity. Read the rest of this entry »
My schipperke, Koba, always has an uncanny ability to read my moods. This is pretty much the theme since the bar exam concluded.
Other than routine household tasks (i.e. bare minimum), I’ve been collecting resources on Photoshop and CSS. I’m going to refresh my coding skills and learn how to actually use my Wacom tablet. Meanwhile, Koba is holding down the fort and keeping it real.
I previously posted photos of what my two dachshunds were up to during my last round of law school finals. Well, here, in all their glory are all four of the dogs pouting up a storm because I’m boring when I study for the bar exam.
This Sad Sack is our Malamute, Wakonda. Wakonda is a total snow dog. He’s very sweet and seems to be under the impression he weighs 15 pounds (he doesn’t – 90+ is more accurate).
Wakonda is terrified of fireworks. Each Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve is utter Hell for Wakonda. He can hear the fireworks going off from miles away and he freaks. His freak-out consists of crawling up into our bed (all 90+ pounds) and laying across some one’s head – usually mine.
So this Fourth of July I was being my usual boring self and reading a novel in bed with my itty-bitty-book-light. Even before I could hear the fireworks, I knew they were being launched because suddenly a Malamute was trashing my itty-bitty-book-light, squishing my novel and landing on my head. All this chaos is accompanied by loud husky Huff-huffs and hot breath rhythmically slapping my face. The next couple of hours were punctuated by Malamute-Soothing moments.
Apparently some people in Dog Earshot have not used up all of their fireworks. Last Saturday night and last night I ended up a Malamute on my head, Huff-huff. I sympathize, I really do, but next time he sits on my itty-bitty-book-light, he’s becoming a throw rug.
There are two dachshunds in this household consisting of Cricket and Lucy. Cricket is a doll. She’s my mother’s favorite granddog and it would be hard to find a sweeter disposition.
Lucy, on the other hand, is impertinent and bossy, i.e. a perfectly normal miniature dachshund. If Cricket has something, Lucy absolutely must have something better. Lucy’s ire is not limited to Cricket, but extends to the other dogs. For example, Lucy regularly takes on the 95 pound Malamute – going so far as to snatch a chew from between his paws.
Lucy is almost exactly the same length as the Malamute’s head.
Today Cricket spent an enjoyable few moments tanning in the window.
Doesn’t that look wonderful? Check out the dangling leg.
Within moments of Cricket vacating the window, this happened.
Does she look like she is having any fun at all? No, she looks like she is enduring it. But dammit, if Cricket liked it Lucy must have it.
Yesterday:
Today:
Me, I’m not so relaxed.
