Get Well Soon

So....let's see now

'lucky' rabbits feet?...nah, not so much

and, I'm not talkin
or pointing any fingers.

Ever feel like you're always on the outside looking in...?

Jacqui's Pooch

My Goodness, It's The EASTER PUPPY!!

(this is his 'she's comin' in for a kiss' face)

Lyin' in the Shade

Sunday Shadow

The Littlest Traveler is Back

'Ain't no sunshine when he's gone...

it's not warm when he's away.
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone,
and he's always gone too long
anytime, he goes away...'
(sorry Al Green)

'Damn, Damn, Damn.......

I've grown accustomed to his face, he almost makes my day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune, he whistles night and noon, his smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downs,
are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in,
I was serenely independent and content before we met...surely I could always be that way again and yet,
I've grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voice, accustomed to his face...'

(apologies to Lerner and Loewe)

Almost a Week's Worth of Good Boy Bones...

the puppy really only likes the chicken in the middle of these bones. You can see that he's been a REALLY good boy. If your dog likes slightly chewed teensy rawhide bones, drop me an email and they are yours, as the puppy is flying to Los Angeles tomorrow. This pile could actually double by then.

When the LA dogs don't believe his tales...

of snowdrifts higher than his head, of running outside with temps at 14 below zero in three layers of puppy jackets and t-shirts, the puppy can send them here to my blog and show them proof positive. Don't ever let it be said that this teensy pooch is not a trooper.

Don't Adjust Your Dial

Perhaps, it's like Puppy TV...and yes, that is snow sprinkled on that poor cold bunny's face.
The puppy now can clearly say ' Grandpa' and 'Alan' and when I attempt to teach him to say 'poor bun' he
says '@#~^*#@' or something sounding horridly rude.

The 5 a.m. tiny puppy blur

zooming through the backyard snowpaths between snow piles that are way taller than he is...

The Game Continued at Noon

still there....


the left-handed-sideways swipe

the lick-the-window-left-handed sideways swipe

Part Two - The Game

this is called 'OH PUPPY, NOW YOU SEE ME, NOW YOU DON'T'.
The bunny finds it amusing, as he plays it often. Pops his bunny face out for the puppy to see him, pops it back out of sight. The puppy isn't finding it quite as much fun. This particular game began at 5:20 a.m. I'm beginning to think the bunny has a death wish. And, I am keeping the glass company's number on hand.

The Bunny, The Window and The Puppy

One of our bunnies has fallen in love with the puppy. Each day the bunny leaves his bed against the house and sits and waits for the puppy to wake up and come to 'his' window. Not knowing the properties of glass, the puppy tries his hardest to wipe the glass away to bring them closer together while he cries and barks. The bunny hears this as a love song. What the bunny doesn't know is that the puppy very much wants a mouthful of bunny face for breakfast, lunch or dinner. That he smells the bunny tracks outside and searches for that delicious meal and picks up whatever the bunny leaves behind for a snack. This can't end well and is repeated a thousand times a day.