Bulle Pezen & Emily, Savage Hunter

H. received e-mails from friends who Googled "bully sticks." Yes, they're dried bull penises, not "tendons." Aunty Fr asked if H. would still buy them.

The only change was that for a full day (and maybe longer) H. couldn't stop saying BULL PENIS at all times.

"Emily, would you like your BULL PENIS?"
"Emily, you stink like BULL PENIS!"
"Emily, behave, or I'll take away the BULL PENIS!"

(et cetera, et cetera)


[Warning: Adult Content Humor in Euphemisms]

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Uncle Shaggy thought it was too mean to make Emily engage in what he thought was a particular "grownup activity." H. wants him to know that if that's what he thinks it is: "DUDE, YOU'RE DOING IT WAY WRONG."

Caligula is not yer homeboy.

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[/Joke Over]

The words B--- P--- are now forbidden in this household.
*kicks dirt*
Daddy's such a tyrant.

We leave you with Emily vs. the Biscuit. Watch how she teases and baits her prey (or the other way around).

The Low Down on Dog Treats

H. has found out something so disturbing and nauseating about Emily's favorite chewie treat.

Go look up what "bully sticks" are made of. H. will post the answer tomorrow, when her head stops spinning.

Three Seats in Every Room

This is Emily's chair. Sadly, it has a non-removable cover and we can't wash it, ergo, it's very very stinky.

[Like Good Stinky?]

Sometimes, M. claims it to wrangles her Nibs for eye-gunk cleaning. Otherwise, it's Emily's own place. (besides the mattress, three cushions, 2 boxy sofa cushions, her crate, a hidey box, and 2 blankies spread out around the house)

[Nappy Time]

Letter to Uncle Shaggy

Dear Uncle Shaggy,

Mommy wanted me to tell you that I poo'ed the earplugs out, so we're out of the woods.
She wanted to take a picture and name them Uncle Shaggy's Poo Plugs, in your honor, but Daddy said no. He said, you can do without that Happy.

loves loves loves,

Emily Wemily

ps,

I also chewed up her headphone+mic, just for you.

News Flash!

Emily ate H.'s earplugs again! (remember the last time?)
We're still waiting for the plug shaped poo.

Spy Dog Deluxe

Weather's getting chillier, so H. laid out the blankie for Emily's spying activities.

[Water, check, Bearie, check]

[And it's Play Time!]

[Spying is Hard Work!]

Chicken Jerky for Dogs

Homemade, too!
I used the recipe at Recipezaar, but had to tweak it.

First, pre-heat the oven to 100 C
- We started with 3 chicken breasts fresh out of the package, not frozen
- cut them into strips, parallel to the grain (makes them more chewy)
- lay them out on a baking sheet.
- I skipped the garlic powder, as it's on the toxic list for dogs in large quantities (but Emily's a teeny dog)
- the recipe says cook at 100 C for 2-2.5 hours
- but I had to keep it in the oven for 6.5 hours. It was just watery at 2 hours.
- that might be due to oven differences, as this one's electric (with a ceramic stovetop)

After 6.5 hours:

(No, all those strips didn't just disappear. I put away the rest.)

There was a lot of water, and it hit the oven door and dripped into a puddle down outside the oven. A dripping pan under the baking sheets would be a good idea.

500 grams of chicken breast yields 180 grams of jerky. Not too shabby, and no preservatives or coloring either. Yay! This should last her about 10 days.


[ETA] 2nd try was much easier.
An oven pan caught the dripping, and putting the fan on reduced cooking time to 4 hours.


(I hid one in a box that used to contain really nice Oolong tea -- a present from one of M.'s grad students from China. )

[Emily NEEDS Treaties!]

Dry Day

Aaak!
H. and Emily come back from a long walk that included:

1) huge gloppy poo that stuck to her butt
2) wet muddy paws and legs
3) and a muddy stomach from running around in a rain drenched field,

to find that CRUD, today the building's going through a routine pipe and drainage check, and water is off until 5pm. (we'd been warned a week ago, but it was in Dutch, and I forgot. Shoot)

Drat. And I'd given Emily lots of dirty romping time, thinking she'd get a half bath afterwards. I used up a dozen diaper wipes instead, and it still feels icky, all around.

Will post on homemade chicken jerky tomorrow then.

!Hijacked!

We now interrupt this Puppy Blog, to bring you sightings of THE ADVERSARY.
(tee hee. Mommy's been reading too many back-to-back issues of Fables)

H. goes running to shush Emily when she starts barking in the patio. (note: wiki says Malteses are the most dumped dog breed in Australia because of yappiness. *sads*) Usually it's other dogs, though H. is very red-facedwhen our cute puppy is barking at little kids. Sometimes it's nothing. Then again, what does Mommy know?

The tree is ten meters away from the edge of our patio. H. used the zoom lens to find out.

[Do you see what I see?]

[Nya nya, spy cats]

[That Cat's Mocking Me, Mommy!]

Honeybun and I went out to check later. No cats were left stuck in the big tree, no worries.

Rose Rustling

[The lower shoots are all new]

The slips (or cutting) are 10 weeks old now, and I transplanted them into larger pots for the fall. The new shoots are coming along nicely. (I didn't shake all the dirt off to see the roots while transplanting, but what did show was pretty stable)

[Needs to grow into the pot some more]

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This is before I trimmed Emily's face on Saturday:[Hairy faces fit in everything]

Puppy cut, after:
[Mommy scalped me]

Of course, after she got a bath, and we realized the sheer critical extent of her matting, I ended up shaving half the fur off her left hind leg. H. really has to sit squirmy puppy down every evening and run a brush through her, no matter how bitey Emily is.

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At the tail end of today's walk, H&M spotted some other dog's dried up poo, attracting 3 dozen flies in the corner of the parking lot. We go, "Oh Yuck, some people" and walk on, not realizing for 1 whole minute that the reason Emily's not following us, is that she's stopped and EATEN IT ALL UP.

OH YUCK.
When I washed her mouth and paws in the sink, her burp smelled like farts. heh.

Favorite Toy:

(besides Bunny, that is)
Anything Mommy Doesn't Want Me to Tear Up... today, it's... A Ball of Yarn!

Emily stole it out of the basket.

[Yikes! Mommy's spotted me! Maximum Carnage Ahoy!]

[Nyum Nyum Nyum Nyum!]

Favorite Sushi: Toilet Roll

Pretending to bark at blackbirds, Emily tricked me by turning around and running off with fallen toilet roll (used for picking up her poo in the patio).

[Nyam Nyam Nyam! My Domain!]