Snuggly radiator tent

We took a long walk in the December drizzle,  so Bunbun came in wet, muddy and all aaround bedraggled. So into the tub for a quickie bath. 

Why does mommy's good intentions always strike in the worst of weather? 

The old sweatshirt traps the heat coming up from the radiator behind the sofa.

But anyway, yay, it's beef stew day.

Clean little seal

All bathed, trimmed,  and brushed for mommy's birthday.  Now if only I can get the little princess to pose.

  I love you, little doggy.

Hot dog

Post cut and bath

Wet Bunny

Post bath bunny action!

Bunny vs. Rabbit

After her bath, bunny let a bit of steam out on her rabbit...

Emily after bath

emily with her new post-bath cleanie look!

Super Puppy Super Busy

Bunny's family in Maryland sent her a fluffy blue blankie. Now, Emily can be a superhero FRAPer, right out of the bath.

[Hi Gramma!]

Emily still has time to do evil, like grab the bag of cotton wipes that Mommy uses to remove her heavy duty sunscreen, tear up the bag, and nest on the rest.
[All your wipes are belongs to me]

Post Bath FRAP

[That Can't be Good for You, Bunny]

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.

Sleep Monster

Emily has three major modes: Cuddle, Frenzy, Sleep. Most of the day she sleeps. I wish she'd do it for a good 8 hours at night.

This winter's been cold in Holland, and today the Elfstedentocht was held (the 11 city race over canals, when it's cold enough to freeze over), first since 96-7. So, on the way home from errands, I bought Emily a baby's bib, lined with fleece. She "wore" it when she was asleep:

[More of a skirt]

To prevent Separation Anxiety (분리불안) when she grows up, we ignore her when we first come in, don't make a big fuss. I stepped out to get scent-free diaper wipes, and came back and called my Mom, all the while not paying attention to scrambly puppy. Where does the puppy go?[Same pose, different place]

She climbed up on the back of my legs and fell asleep while I was talking to Mom. Oi.

ps. She got a bath last night. I picked two nits off her. Evil Bastards.

Pee and Tears

Emily and H. had quite a stressful morning, all because H. wanted to catch 2-3 hours of sleep. Over 3 hours, 4 "accidents" in the house, before 10 am.

H. smacked herself on the head with a rolled-up newspaper for letting Emily down. H. really needs 4 arms to get things done, though.

So, we're on stricter Crate Training Schedule. Emily does not like it much, as it means being woken up every 2 hours to go out and do her business. And the first time we locked her up, the yowling. Cheese helped her through hard times.

Routine, routine, routine![Dirty but Pretty]

ps. No smell sensors for the Internet! Emily looks so fluffy and cute in the photos. What it doesn't tell you: she's so stinky! That's what you get for walking through the garden gutters 6 times a day. Pee Yew! Bath tonight!

Clean at Last

We gave Emily a bath last night! M. wanted to be cautious, so we skipped washing her face, but I go at her with cotton wipes 3 times a day anyway.

Still a lap junkie:

[Peekaboo!]

Though her second favorite thing is digging at the cardboard crates we set up as the gates to her play pen. H. has to run after her and extract pieces of paper from her mouth.

ESPuppy

Somehow, Emily Puppy seems to know that she's getting a bath today, and is not doing #2 at all, in a futile attempt to delay it.

[Her Nibs]

After her first morning Potty, she ran for the neighbor's again, got garden gunk all over, rolled in something stinky, and came back smelling like a rose garden... that's been dumped with fresh manure.

I brushed it all out, and two huge gobs of eye-boogers, too. But pink stains are here to stay, at least until teething is over. Doesn't she look like Obi-wan Kenobi?

[Use the Force. Snuggle me!]

Say hello to Uncle Shaggy, Emily. Cats don't like him, so he's okay: