Do These Make Me Look Fat?

Wakonda’s slippage on the laminate floors is a constant issue.  So we tried the booties above and hilarity ensued.  The booties are too much trouble.  Imagine wrestling a 100 pound malamute into booties every single day.  Not happening.

Now I’m trying paw wax.  Malamute (100 pounds of which) is not allowing me to apply the paw wax without a wrestling match.  We’ve moved onto scattered throw rugs.  I’m eyeing some of these for the future.  Right now it’s whatever I can find at Walmart that looks decent.

My office decor is complete for the moment.  I went for “Zen”.  I have paper lamps and a tinkling table fountain.  Another attorney walked in and said “this looks like a spa” – perfect!

Today we can see the sky for the first time in days.  We’ve been under a solid grey inversion layer.  Everyone I talk to is wandering around depressed from the endless grey, grey, grey.  The bright day should help us all recover from S.A.D.

I’m heading back to the office today.  It’s been a long weekend of working.  But it’s either sit around and stress about the work I have piled up, or simply go in and start working on it.

Snowbound

Last weekend there was much ado made over a storm that was supposed to dump 11 inches of snow, be very cold, and very windy.  We got a dusting of snow, but we did get cold and wind.

This week we had a storm which was casually mentioned as “snow showers” which actually ended up dumping over 2 feet of snow.  Getting home Wednesday afternoon was an adventure.  After I got home, I never left.  As of yesterday the snow on my suburban street was high-centering everything but the heftiest of SUV’s and pickups.

I had overly optimistic thoughts of going into the office.  However, the office couldn’t open because the building was inaccessible (unless I wanted to hike in from somewhere other than the parking lot).  In any event, I couldn’t leave my garage so it didn’t matter if Point B was hosed because I couldn’t leave Point A.

J and I suited up and began snow blowing and shoveling.  I had to tunnel into the backyard.  Then I had to hook into a dog-made tunnel to get from the gate to the patio stairs.  It was insane.  Unfortunately my camera needed recharged so I couldn’t get pretty pics, but my trusty Blackberry captured a couple of canine moments.

Drought Followed By Two Posts In One Day

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.

Malamute + Snow = Giddy

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. 

What Dogs Do During Bar Exam Study

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.

Again With the Malamute

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.