As you can see, Stella found a plum.
And then she etted it.
And then she went back and found another plum.
And etted that one too!
January 9, 2010
September 24, 2009
A year on.
A year and two days ago, my heart was broken. Henry was an exceptional dog and we miss him ridiculously. None of this was made easier by the fact that I had to bury Henry not once, not twice, but three times.
Yes, a certain long-legged puppy discovered Henry’s grave and thought that excavating the contents was a wonderful game! And that’s how I ended up with these, his crazy teeth. And while burying a beloved dog repeatedly is never fun, I’m glad I have them.
January 21, 2009
December 26, 2008
Christmas tails.
Yesterday we took the pups on the 1.5 hour drive to my parents place for Christmas. They ate ham and pork and some other kind of meat. They lounged on green grass in the shade of lovely trees. Tom climbed Compost Mountain and found a cauliflower ‘toy’. We took him to a safe paddock with an old trotting track on it and got him to run until he collapsed under a shady tree. Later on he relaxed on the grass again before getting excited by something and doing zoomies around my mum and dad’s back yard. Today, the pups have slept and slept and slept and slept some more.
November 27, 2008
When the water came off her, it was brown.
When Tom’s not busy sitting around looking pretty, he is busy nomming on Stella. (Probably because she sometimes accidentally wees on his head, and he needs to get her back for that, obviously.)
So, because Stella was so coated in dried up Tom spit, I decided that today was time for…
A bath.
She doesn’t like being washed. But she does enjoy her time outside after the bath, running around like a crazy dog, rolling all over the grass, playing games with me as I chase her with the towel, and finally, sitting down to chew on a bone.
It’s a hard life, being a puppy.
November 15, 2008
Eight weeks.
Back sometime in 2001, Mr C’s mum gave me a peace lily. I used to keep it in my office when I worked in advertising. It flowered a lot when it was young, but it’s been all leaves for years now.
The day after Henry died, I noticed a flash of white amongst the green, and I’ve been watching it slowly unfurl ever since.
This is Henry’s lily now, and it always will be.
November 7, 2008
time out
Had a crappy, unproductive day today. I only have five days left until all my printmaking work needs to be finished, and I spent today battling, in no particular order, the cold, the rain, the wind, my impatience with the people taking forever at the instant print photobooth, frustration that the instant photo booth in the other store close by has been out of service for about a year, annoyance that I took the wrong CD with me to said photobooth, and the rage that the correct CD could not be read by the stupid machines even though there was nothing wrong with it.
I ended up getting a bit of printing done, but not as much as I wanted.
And then I came home and found out that my puppies spent all day sleeping curled up together on one of the dog beds, they’ve been giving each other kisses, and they have a new game called I eat your whole head! And after the growly, snappy week we’ve had, this makes my heart happy.