Static Puppy!

[What do you mean they go up?]

Emily thinks every soft surface belongs to puppies. Even if they're winter curtains.

[Mommy, does my hair look funny?]

Rose Slips

After 4 months, the second rose bloomed. I don't want to malign Canon (it's more likely my defunct photo skills) but the pictures don't do this one justice:

Perfect!

Bumily's doing fine. She's static. More later. ~~

Dog Sonar

H&M are talking in the kitchen when they are interrupted by high pitched dog sonar.
So, why is the little white dog whining?

[Wah! Beary fell off the chair. Pick him up for me, Mommy!]

Energizer Puppy

First, the roses. It's been over 3 months since we planted the slips, and each cutting has two huge extra shoots and a bud each.

[any day now]

Bunily also discovered napping on Daddy:

But don't let the snoozing convince you otherwise. Emily's the Energizer Puppy. Today, after two walks of 1 hour each, morning and evening, and one mini walk of 20 minutes in between (cut short because she got gooey poo all over her bum), Emily came home for a game of Crazy Fetch:

[Jump!]

Buttnaps and Books and Bread

Mommy cut herself off from the Internet during the day to work, but Bumily's been a busy puppy.

Cute puppies can nap anywhere and get away with it. Guess what's my new pillow!

[Don't lose weight, Mommy. Cushy, tee hee]

And we can has three blankies.

[Good for hiding]

Emily hangs with Beary a lot 'cause he's cool.

[and he's into twine bondage]

Mommy hid the penis up on the top shelf 'cause of the yucko smell.

Emily took it out on the books.

This isn't a book, Mommy!

Oh, and Mommy made bread. Emily had some too by being really cute.

[Pretty tasty]

Just wait till you see how much the roses have grown!

Bulle Pezen & Emily, Savage Hunter

H. received e-mails from friends who Googled "bully sticks." Yes, they're dried bull penises, not "tendons." Aunty Fr asked if H. would still buy them.

The only change was that for a full day (and maybe longer) H. couldn't stop saying BULL PENIS at all times.

"Emily, would you like your BULL PENIS?"
"Emily, you stink like BULL PENIS!"
"Emily, behave, or I'll take away the BULL PENIS!"

(et cetera, et cetera)


[Warning: Adult Content Humor in Euphemisms]

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Uncle Shaggy thought it was too mean to make Emily engage in what he thought was a particular "grownup activity." H. wants him to know that if that's what he thinks it is: "DUDE, YOU'RE DOING IT WAY WRONG."

Caligula is not yer homeboy.

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The words B--- P--- are now forbidden in this household.
*kicks dirt*
Daddy's such a tyrant.

We leave you with Emily vs. the Biscuit. Watch how she teases and baits her prey (or the other way around).

The Low Down on Dog Treats

H. has found out something so disturbing and nauseating about Emily's favorite chewie treat.

Go look up what "bully sticks" are made of. H. will post the answer tomorrow, when her head stops spinning.

Three Seats in Every Room

This is Emily's chair. Sadly, it has a non-removable cover and we can't wash it, ergo, it's very very stinky.

[Like Good Stinky?]

Sometimes, M. claims it to wrangles her Nibs for eye-gunk cleaning. Otherwise, it's Emily's own place. (besides the mattress, three cushions, 2 boxy sofa cushions, her crate, a hidey box, and 2 blankies spread out around the house)

[Nappy Time]

Letter to Uncle Shaggy

Dear Uncle Shaggy,

Mommy wanted me to tell you that I poo'ed the earplugs out, so we're out of the woods.
She wanted to take a picture and name them Uncle Shaggy's Poo Plugs, in your honor, but Daddy said no. He said, you can do without that Happy.

loves loves loves,

Emily Wemily

ps,

I also chewed up her headphone+mic, just for you.

News Flash!

Emily ate H.'s earplugs again! (remember the last time?)
We're still waiting for the plug shaped poo.

Spy Dog Deluxe

Weather's getting chillier, so H. laid out the blankie for Emily's spying activities.

[Water, check, Bearie, check]

[And it's Play Time!]

[Spying is Hard Work!]

Chicken Jerky for Dogs

Homemade, too!
I used the recipe at Recipezaar, but had to tweak it.

First, pre-heat the oven to 100 C
- We started with 3 chicken breasts fresh out of the package, not frozen
- cut them into strips, parallel to the grain (makes them more chewy)
- lay them out on a baking sheet.
- I skipped the garlic powder, as it's on the toxic list for dogs in large quantities (but Emily's a teeny dog)
- the recipe says cook at 100 C for 2-2.5 hours
- but I had to keep it in the oven for 6.5 hours. It was just watery at 2 hours.
- that might be due to oven differences, as this one's electric (with a ceramic stovetop)

After 6.5 hours:

(No, all those strips didn't just disappear. I put away the rest.)

There was a lot of water, and it hit the oven door and dripped into a puddle down outside the oven. A dripping pan under the baking sheets would be a good idea.

500 grams of chicken breast yields 180 grams of jerky. Not too shabby, and no preservatives or coloring either. Yay! This should last her about 10 days.


[ETA] 2nd try was much easier.
An oven pan caught the dripping, and putting the fan on reduced cooking time to 4 hours.


(I hid one in a box that used to contain really nice Oolong tea -- a present from one of M.'s grad students from China. )

[Emily NEEDS Treaties!]

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.

!Hijacked!

We now interrupt this Puppy Blog, to bring you sightings of THE ADVERSARY.
(tee hee. Mommy's been reading too many back-to-back issues of Fables)

H. goes running to shush Emily when she starts barking in the patio. (note: wiki says Malteses are the most dumped dog breed in Australia because of yappiness. *sads*) Usually it's other dogs, though H. is very red-facedwhen our cute puppy is barking at little kids. Sometimes it's nothing. Then again, what does Mommy know?

The tree is ten meters away from the edge of our patio. H. used the zoom lens to find out.

[Do you see what I see?]

[Nya nya, spy cats]

[That Cat's Mocking Me, Mommy!]

Honeybun and I went out to check later. No cats were left stuck in the big tree, no worries.

Rose Rustling

[The lower shoots are all new]

The slips (or cutting) are 10 weeks old now, and I transplanted them into larger pots for the fall. The new shoots are coming along nicely. (I didn't shake all the dirt off to see the roots while transplanting, but what did show was pretty stable)

[Needs to grow into the pot some more]

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This is before I trimmed Emily's face on Saturday:[Hairy faces fit in everything]

Puppy cut, after:
[Mommy scalped me]

Of course, after she got a bath, and we realized the sheer critical extent of her matting, I ended up shaving half the fur off her left hind leg. H. really has to sit squirmy puppy down every evening and run a brush through her, no matter how bitey Emily is.

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At the tail end of today's walk, H&M spotted some other dog's dried up poo, attracting 3 dozen flies in the corner of the parking lot. We go, "Oh Yuck, some people" and walk on, not realizing for 1 whole minute that the reason Emily's not following us, is that she's stopped and EATEN IT ALL UP.

OH YUCK.
When I washed her mouth and paws in the sink, her burp smelled like farts. heh.

Favorite Toy:

(besides Bunny, that is)
Anything Mommy Doesn't Want Me to Tear Up... today, it's... A Ball of Yarn!

Emily stole it out of the basket.

[Yikes! Mommy's spotted me! Maximum Carnage Ahoy!]

[Nyum Nyum Nyum Nyum!]

Favorite Sushi: Toilet Roll

Pretending to bark at blackbirds, Emily tricked me by turning around and running off with fallen toilet roll (used for picking up her poo in the patio).

[Nyam Nyam Nyam! My Domain!]

Wanderlust

Emily's Message to the World, Saturday Edition:

[I'm not coming out of this bag until you take me somewhere nice, not the VET]

[What? You knit a two-tone guard and then sewed it on the opening, so I couldn't jump out of the doggy-carrier, Mommy? Yum!]

Bad Bacon

As we'd run out of chicken breast for breakfast, H. fried up some Dutch bacon (spek) to mix in with her kibble. (We found that Emily really likes meat grease with her Orijen, but we have to watch it, and only use the stuff without any spices)

Lured out of playing with her Kong, Emily ate a piece of bacon, and 5 minutes later, promptly threw up. Three times.

No more bacon for the dog. BOO.

Then again, Emily's developed a bad habit of jumping on the coffee table and stealing a slurp out of our drinks before we realize what's up. Coffee, Lipton Green Tea Ice, orange juice. WEIRD DOG.

Odds and Ends

[Oh pooh, what's in it for me?]

On Sunday, M. finally got his wish, and we made dumplings from scratch. He even rolled out his own wrappers (and learned a lot about dough). Uncle Ernst came by later, and helped make the dumplings. Lots of interesting shapes came out.

H. made a dinosaur out of the leftover dough. Then, she baked it in the oven (which made him fatter), and painted it. M. wanted glasses.

[Grrr! Argh! Respect the Glasses! Grrr!]

Today, with the leftover cabbage (about 2/3), H. made the smallest portion of kimchi ever. From scratch, yo, and from memory (because it was too late in the day to call Mom).
This is her first kimchi ever. Hee!

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Also, H. is mentally steeling herself to go on the Camino de Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage with her Mom next April. 800 km across the top of Spain. OI. She doesn't know why.