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.
Showing posts with label week 11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label week 11. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
She Hears Voices
Emily can be pretty bratty. (she's also taken to pulling at our pants when she wants to play. Bad!)
Then, here's Emily being mellow. M. took 3 vids of her doing nothing. He's obsessed with the dog, too.
[Quiet and mysterious]
Then, here's Emily being mellow. M. took 3 vids of her doing nothing. He's obsessed with the dog, too.
[Quiet and mysterious]
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Memo to Dog
"No Bite!" is not a game!
I hope the mouthful of armpit stink-o you got after Mommy came back from the gym was worth it, toothy.
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The Solitudes (John Crowley): I should get off my lazy internet butt and order/read the rest of the Aegypt cycle. Key to secret history of the world begins with Gypsies -- can do no wrong. Slow, but lovely old-fashioned slow read.
I hope the mouthful of armpit stink-o you got after Mommy came back from the gym was worth it, toothy.
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The Solitudes (John Crowley): I should get off my lazy internet butt and order/read the rest of the Aegypt cycle. Key to secret history of the world begins with Gypsies -- can do no wrong. Slow, but lovely old-fashioned slow read.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Eye, Tooth, Nail
Three Things About Emily Puppy:
Emily spies on our neighbors, but never tells me anything.
She also gnaws on broccoli, but spits out the chewed-up pieces on her red cushion.
With nails scuffing on wood, you can hear her charging at you before you trip over ol' fluffy white underfoot.
Emily spies on our neighbors, but never tells me anything.
She also gnaws on broccoli, but spits out the chewed-up pieces on her red cushion.
With nails scuffing on wood, you can hear her charging at you before you trip over ol' fluffy white underfoot.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Emily, my Love
This is from 2 days ago, and not very exciting, but heh, H. is obsessed with her dog.
Socialization is going well. We take her to new, crowded places every other day, and she greets visitors ecstatically at home. Definitely will make a crappy watch dog, tee hee.
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Biting/Snapping, however, is a bit of a problem. We're trying "bite inhibition" by the book, and she thinks "ouch" and turning away is a game. Er...
[Isn't she a Cutie?]
--Socialization is going well. We take her to new, crowded places every other day, and she greets visitors ecstatically at home. Definitely will make a crappy watch dog, tee hee.
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Biting/Snapping, however, is a bit of a problem. We're trying "bite inhibition" by the book, and she thinks "ouch" and turning away is a game. Er...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tether Bunny
When Emily is Lazy Puppy, H. drags Bunny or Rainbow Ball around the house tied to shoelaces, to work off some dormant puppy energy. M. came up with Tether Bunny:
Which quickly descends into Bunny Baiting, again:
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Books: The only down-side to reading The Pursuit of Love (Nancy Mitford, 1945) was that I gobbled it up too quickly, instead of savoring it a few pages at a time, over a longer period. Now I have no frothy, funny things to read. Woes.
Which quickly descends into Bunny Baiting, again:
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Books: The only down-side to reading The Pursuit of Love (Nancy Mitford, 1945) was that I gobbled it up too quickly, instead of savoring it a few pages at a time, over a longer period. Now I have no frothy, funny things to read. Woes.
In the Cement Garden
Typical Dutch weather, airy grey with sudden patches of sun. It makes for lovely picture exposure. Potty over and done with, Emily and I goofed around on the patio.
And she dug up our garden patch.
After a month of pouring boiling water over her Potty, we don't have many weeds left.
She's already chomped half the leaves off the miniature rose. A Rose for Emily, honk honk. No icky Faulkner connections, please. Though, I'm not betting on the Rose's chances' to last till Spring.
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