Sweet and Sour

Emily's Jekyll and Hyde powers sneak up and nab you.

Here's sweetie-pie, who, after circling my feet (I was wrapping a gift at the kitchen table), decided to wait more comfy:

[ps, I love you, Mommy]

[Oh, and sleepy now]

Then, romping around all excited, thinking it was time for 'Fetch!,' decided it wasn't fun anymore when I put her old puppy coat on, and plopped down on a cushion to royally sulk:

[Boo! Hate you, hate you, all!]

Puppy Cuts in Action

I could write about how, in the 10 minutes H. was getting ready to meet up with M., Emily went digging in the ivy, came in with an ant sucking on her eyeball, and H. freaked out and waved muddy doggy around, trying to pull the varmint off while Emily fought for dear life because no one touches the face, NO ONE. (I got the ant off, no big)

But hey, life as usual.

(below: Emily's fatal home-shave puppy cut, 1 week after)

[Emily, Spy Pup]

[In Daddy's Clutches]

[How, if I leave a bag open for a minute, Emily will curl up in it.]

bye bye~

Somebody Save Me!

Lately, Emily's learned to come down the stairs, as well as go up. But only in the middle of the day when she's charged up and super-rompy.

When it's suspiciously quiet, I still hear a little whine coming from the hall.

[Help!]

Super hot today. We might go to for a beach walk tonight, but Emily just got her bath this morning.

Teeth Files

H. is trying to fix up chapter 5 (more humor, less punishment), and Emily is scurrying to the bathroom every 10 minutes to fetch a new nail-file to chew up. The kind made of sand paper and looks like popsicle sticks.

[Who me?]

I tell her she's filing her teeth down, but nothing doing. She's on her third already. Now she's into the box of waxing strips. Must take that away.

We're off to the vet tonight to see about that tick in her chest that's not the heart.

[No vet! No vet, Mommy!]

Tick!

While coaxing Emily for the first part of her walk, H. found something like a tomato seed with a black head and squirmy legs on it, half of which was EMBEDDED in Emily's chest. After panicking and pinching and tearing it up with my fingernails, later with a pair of tweezers, it was half out.

But half of it disappeared under her skin!!!

A frantic call to the vet left me with: let it pus out over the weekend, and pinch it clean on Monday.

In the meantime, H. went and shaved the dog. Close. So she'll be picking up less critters in her fur.

More regard for close-crop/less bug and not cute-fuzzy resulted in a skinny little dog with a big head and big feet.

Pictures later. I think I overdid it on her chest, though. I can see her freckles and spots.

Takes after her Mommy

[It's the Magic Doorway, Mommy!]

...
in other news, Uncle Shaggy is made of win! (maybe accidental win, but win). Mommy hasn't laughed this hard about the 'economy' (*wink wink*) in, well, ever.

and also Mommy really dislikes the odor of fail! in some English departments. They seriously need more jellybeans, plus a kick in the pants.

Before and After

On Sunday, I mentioned that Emily nosed around the bedroom, and ate my earplugs. We thought we'd like to show you what we found.

Those with more delicate sensibilities, please avert your eyes and come back tomorrow for sweet puppyness. The rest of you toilet-humor kids, scroll down.

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BEFORE
[A Brand New Plug]

(btw, you can see two missing keys in the background)

AFTER

[What we found in her poo]

NOBODY will be doing ANY recycling here, so shush.

Emily Puppy has been busy

[Happy things first]
Emily the super busy puppy's been

... picking up slack for Mommy.

Mostly she's been barking. This is what she looks like when she does that:

[I call her Ol' UnderBite Em]

Mommy's always staring at the evil flat thingy -- with squiggly things on it. So Emily wanted to do it too. It didn't taste so good.

[Whatever. It couldn't have been that bad.]

H: [Emily pulled 6 keys off my computer and ate two. We now have replaced "I" and "9" with "Alt Gr" and some key with a weird picture on it. I'm running out of useless keys fast]

She also ran into our bedroom and ate my earplugs. I know because they were gone from the bedside table. Also, two nights later, I found them in her poo.

H. has gotten a lot better at stuffing the Kong. 'Cause Emily can't get her goodies out. Sometimes she barks at it:

[Then she just whines at the food to come out]

She also tore a hole in her new beddy, and is bent on spilling its innards around the house. But they're okay.

[Still a cutey. But kind of hairy.]

[I can see you right there, Daddy!]

xxx

Some of Emily's misdeeds are rated R to NC-17 that they never make it on the blog. You'd never guess, to see such a cute, innocent-face puppy.

She likes sneaking into the bathroom. The toilet brush is her buddy. But today, she was ripping up a package of my [bleep]s, and the adhesive part got stuck on her paw. She stomped around with it, and threw a right fuss when I tried to tug it off.

ETA. Ooops, she snuck out into the hall and did it again. 10 sloppy puppy kisses if you guess what she played with.