Tea, chocolate, and theobromine

[Emily sits for toast]

M. seriously disapproves of feeding Emily anything from the table.

H., foolishly, is taken in by that fuzzy face. Ooops.

Last night, we were drowsily digesting Thai food when Emily turned the corner of the kitchen and emerged with her nose stuck in a small paper bag.

DARJEELING BLOSSOM!!! Not tea leaves!!!

Luckily, it was mostly empty and we took the bag away. But she must have eaten a bit of dried tea leaves. Starting at midnight, and on and on all through the night, Emily FRAPPED. At 1am, at 4 am, at 7 am. Crazy dizzy running around and around and around, wanting to play play play!

Then, resume Frapping in the morning. Whew! (a dozen games of fetch down, and H. already needs a nap!)

We followed the vet guidelines, gave her lots of water, and tried to calm her down.

Funny thing was, she was so excited, she'd instantly obey commands that she'd normally balk at, even without treats.

Places to Go, People to Chew

Despite surgery, Emily's a busy (FRAPpy) puppy. Actually, I think with the fast-scuttling she's developed, she's gotten even faster.

[Don't know what, but I gotta do it!]

FRAP is never easy to film

There's never a camera with a memory card when you need one. If you have trouble seeing the little white blur, so do we. So do we. *trips*

[FRAP, at a full 11 weeks, 1.6 kg]
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Been itching to take a sunrise pic, too, but when I don't have camera handy, it's foggy out.

Going in the Bushes, Books

We're sorry we missed Sunday. Emily has taken to doing her business in the bushes (sometimes "laying" her #2 in the branches of our baby chrysanthemum). Problem is, she turns into a garden monster afterwards. I'm frantic running after her Craziness to hold the camera.



We'll be better next time. Usually, I'm trying to get her not to chase after me and bite the bottom of my jeans, and bark down the neighborhood.
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Emily's now into foot chomping.

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Book Notes:

H. did not throw Elegance of the Hedgehog (Muriel Barbery) out the window (without bothering to open the window), but she was tempted to more than a dozen times while reading it. If a spiteful but intelligent teenager decided to scribble down some notes on how her family and acquaintances are all shallow, worthless morons, (but idealizes paper-cutout orientalist wallow) this would be the book. Sadly, it was written by a philosophy professor.

H., being familiar with phenomenology and the 19th C canon, is unimpressed by the trotting out of Kant, Husserl, and Tolstoy, all the while ignoring structure, plot, depth of character, generosity, and what she thinks of as "the higher intelligence of fiction" that transforms instead of justifies pettiness. What a waste of some good sentences. Not to mention there's a beautiful and kind sister who had been "seduced by the son of a rich man" and left to die, wronged and with child, crowbarred in at the 11th hour to add reason to resentment. I kid you not. No, no, it's set firmly in the 20th to 21st centuries.

Yes, from the infamous Christmas stash that brought us The Da Vinci Code.

After Yummy Food, Emily Barks at My Ankles

Post-vet, Emily was sleepy and needy, and refusing food.

So she got turkey white meat and no-salt gravy for dinner. She licked the bowl a dozen times after the food vanished, as if that would make more turkey appear.

Already I dread her reproachful face tomorrow when she finds Orijen in her bowl as usual.

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Emily likes digging... in her crate. FRAP or post-poo euphoria?

[Diggy]

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