I think it’s pretty fair to say that Lily’s favorite position is upside-down.
We’ve been Swined (aka Imogen has the flu, and 99% of flu cases hear are H1N1). So far I haven’t shown signs of getting it, but I won’t be surprised if that changes. And just as I got some work lined up this coming week – yay!
Golden Retriever: The
sun is shining, the day is
young, we’ve got our
whole lives ahead of us,
and you’re inside worrying
about a stupid
burned-out light bulb?
Border Collie: Just one?
And I’ll replace any wiring
that needs it at the
same time.
Toy Poodle: I’ll just
blow in the Border Collie’s
ear and he’ll do it.
By the time he finishes
rewiring the house, my
nails will be dry.
Dachshund: I can’t
reach the stupid lamp.
Shitzu: Puh-leeze,
dah-ling. Let the servants
do it.
Labrador: Oh me, me!!!
Pleeeeeeze let me
change the light bulb!
Can I? Can I? Huh?
Huh? Can I?
Dobermann Pinscher:
While it’s dark, I’m going
to sleep on the
couch
Mastiff: Mastiffs are
NOT afraid of the dark.
Hound Dog:
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Pointer: I see it,
there it is, right
there.
Greyhound: It isn’t
moving, who cares?
Old English Sheep
Dog: Light bulb? Light
bulb? That thing I just
ate was a light bulb?
Whippet: It doesn’t
worry me, it’s dark under
the doona anyway!
lol. That’s the Lab perfectly.
I wonder if anyone will show up to defend the Shitzu …
Beagle: you can’t eat it, chase it, dig in the dirt for it, or sleep on it. It doesn’t even smell interesting. Who cares!?!
(And the hound dog is so true.)
I think Pyrs are best summed up as: if it doesn’t involve livestock or acting like a big galoot it falls outside of their job description (if any dog would be unionized, it’s a Pyr).
Of course, Hector will lie on his back for a massage.
Both Lily/Lilly and Hector are providing a lot of evidence that upside down is cutest direction (maybe because they’re down under?). Also, it makes me wish I could reach the monitor and scratch a tummy.
Hector is nearly one-year-old, and suddenly he’s gone from svelte to sumo proportions.
He’s just trying to give you an ever softer belly to scratch.
Actually, the belly is verboten. One touch there and he pops out of your lap like water dropped in a pan of hot grease.
He likes his head and ears rubbed best. Sides are OK front feet are do-able, but back feet and tail are off limits.
Of course, we can’t resist the belly, so it gets a pat when we’re ready for him to leave. We call all the cuddling and playing with his touchy-parts “the cute tax”, i.e. it’s the price he’s gotta pay for being so cute (which is what gets him everything else he wants).
Perhaps their best ever effort (to use the term extremely loosely).
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Yep, that’s the apex of absence.
Young asklet (left) with cousins and Jasmine the Welsh pony:
How handsome! Nice looking kids, too*. 😉
*Thanks to my horse-crazy girlhood, I always look at the horse in a picture before I take in anything else.
You mean there are people in that photo? Oh, yeah. Now I see them.
Emma is looking much better after completing treatment for heartworms courtesy of Bootribbers. I expect Colin to put up a post soonest detailing her progress….
She’s looking great. I’m so glad she’s doing well.
Wonderful, SN. May her recovery be an inspiration to Imogen and all those other flu sufferers. They probably need a reminder that survival is possible.
You can add me to the list of the Swined.
Oh no, keres! Get well soon. You might have to skip that work you had planned.
It’s okay if you want to delay the next dog blog until the weekend.
Now obey the body and just get back to bed and rest.
We’ll send all healing vibes to you – look what it did for Emma.
Well done Colin and Emma (and the vet, of course).