Posts Tagged ‘daschund’
Bruiser’s new trick
Alison took me to task for not taking enough photos of the dogs, but basically they’ve been avoiding the heat. Still, Bruiser has started doing a new trick that worries me a bit. Without prompting, he’s started sitting up, which is amazing to watch, that long body rearing up and all, but given all the warnings I’ve heard about little weiners in carts because of back problems…
He’s just so damned…earnest.
:::hic!::: More drugged up frogs for the doubting Thomases
Several people have asked me if I was kidding and/or exaggerating about Bruiser and his froggie “problem.”
I could’ve retouched the first photo to get rid of the ‘possessed by demons’ look that’s so popular these days. I thought you should get the full-on, totally crazed brunt of the ugliness of addiction.
Metallica Hibiscus & possibly the most nauseatingly cute photo in the world.
Tis the season to replace all the stuff that died over the winter. My favorite Hibiscus guy is gone, alas, but I bought several from his recommended source.
They were decently large, and budded up. They’re at least twice as big as most mail order exotics. In short, they were really good… except that…you know…they’re not David.
Anyway, this was Hibiscus Metallica’s first bloom, and I was trying to get a shot of it, not realizing I was being so closely watched until I edited the photo.
Oh, and one more “P” keeping me busy…Puppy!
Alison has a new dog. A teeny weenie dog of exactly the sort I said I’d never have. I’m only interested in big dogs, with big barks. I don’t have any sheep for them to herd to earn their keep, but at least they can pretend to be my security system, right?
What the hell’s a 3lb (literally) mini-weiner gonna do for me? Nada.
But…you know… he really is totally endearing. Ridiculous, too. He has no idea of his size- he takes 67lb Sammy on with no hesitation. We haven’t figured out if he’s brave or just stupid.










Facebook
Flickr
RSS
Twitter
Buzz
Youtube