Sleep Beep

[M. likes to do this, too]


[Then, she woke up.]

Lazy Saturday, again

Right now, Emily is playing with her bunny over in the living room, and H. is trying to claim some human time at the kitchen table. Oh, my beautiful study, how I miss you.

[The "flying frog" position]

But too often, even though it's boring, Emily hangs out too much with her Mommy. (Yes, sad. We're calling ourselves Mommy and Daddy, now)

[엄마 뭐해?/ Watcha doin', Mommy?]
Of course, this never lasts for long.

[Play!]

I get up at 6 and wait for the sun to rise

After a few days goofing off on Facebook, H. is back to Emily's blog, ready to commit to taking better pictures, ala figuring out how the camera works.

[Dawn of Poo]

On the second potty round this morning, I went out to the patio a little early to catch the last part of the sunrise, and Emily followed me out and did her business without having to be asked. Freebies!

Minutes of Fun

Wish I could say hours...


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as I am ULing this, Emily has gone and done a poo accident in the hall. She poos nicely for M. and doesn't snap at him, but with me snappy bitey crazy. M. says it's because she likes me better. I don't think that's 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.

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]

She Eats Trees

At least it's our long dead hydrangea.

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.

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, my Love

This is from 2 days ago, and not very exciting, but heh, H. is obsessed with her dog.

[Isn't she a Cutie?]

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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...

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.

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.

So, obviously, she needs to eat our last pretty tree.

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.

She also sits guard, Stone Puppy:Bath Day was 2 days ago, but M. has a workshop to organize, and we need four hands to get her in the sink. Emily is now in her 11th week, and 1.46 kg.Stay tuned for Tether Bunny! Coming soon!

Trip Trip

Emily doesn't try to trip me, I'm sure. It's just that we end up walking like this:


Sometimes, she brings Bunny along for the trip:

Plays with her Food

We received a "packet" from the vet last week, which included 3 dog biscuits. I didn't think much of them, but Emily thinks they're amusing.

Unfortunately, all food is more amusing than appetizing to her, lately. I only have to offer her kibble to make her stop chasing me and run away.
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Minor Traumas:
1. H. stepped on her foot by accident, while we were out to Potty. !!! (M. noticed the levels of spoiling went through the roof)

2. H. also trimmed Emily's scruffy little face hairs (pink stained tips and such). Too much snippy resulted in 삐뚤 빼뚤 and scrawny cheeks. She looks like Megatron. Woes.

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.

New Toys: the Enemy

The only toy Emily immediately took to was a gingham baby rattle. Others, she regards with the deepest suspicion.


Then she runs to security.

Helping Out in the Kitchen

[Mommy's little girl FRAP]

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]

[More Diggy]

Rabbit Hunting

Emily's Prey:

Lazy Afternoons

Emily's energy turns on and off. Some afternoons, she can't be bothered to get up:



[news] Our visit to the vet's office was perfect and bribed with cheese. As usual with strangers, Emily went ears down, tail waggy, not a peep, even with a vacc shot. Big hit. Then she slept all afternoon, and got up at 10 pm to chase my ankles and bark at me. H. is learning how to growl with authority.