Horn? I Gots One.

We obviously don’t just have small dogs; there are large dogs around, too.  This horn belongs to our Rhodesian Ridgeback, but she’s learned to share with the grumpy old man…mostly because he can be downright rude, snarling at anyone attempting to take whatever it is he has.  She is, thankfully, so tolerant of his attitude.

His seizures have been so few and far between that when he starts to have one, we look at one another, confused for a brief moment.  Thank you, herbal remedies, proper diets, and most of all, to Ninja for being the most entertaining little tushyhole on the planet.

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We’re So Not Rotten…

Late last year, I had the husband character build what we like to call The Chindowseat in what was once our oldest daughter’s bedroom. I doubt I have to explain why it is called such:  

In an effort to fight off cabin fever, thanks to a cold and the zomgnoticyroadsinCentralTexasweareallgonnadie conditions, I put curtains up to make it look a little more like a bedroom again. For a brief moment, I was without an audience, furry or otherwise. Just as I began to reach for the blue war paint to shout FREEDOM!!! I felt a small paw on my calf…and before I knew it, I was surrounded. 

My next attempt to escape will probably also be met with utter failure in fluffbutt form. 

Dear Nylabone:

We have some very greedy little boys in our home. Normally quite docile and willing to share, your products have officially turned them into snarling Gremlinesque tushyholes:

Note how Ninja is more than willing to not only show you his official ‘gfy’ face, but he’s also displaying his claws of death. This is serious, Ma. I realize you bought four new Nylabones, but this one…this one right here…is mine, and I’m ready to throw ‘bows for it. 

Meanwhile, Niko is watching over the “wall” to make certain no one gets any funny ideas about stealing his while acting as though he’s not upset at the growling coming from his right. Somehow, my sitting between them seemed like a good idea…thank goodness for my phone of sanity!

The other two bones from the packages are somewhere on the floor, or as we like to call it, ‘deep in the bowels of puppy day care’.

And to think, this all began with a Prime Now delivery of sinus medication and the thought that maybe they’d enjoy a treat for being disturbed by the doorbell…

Holiday Happies

This year has been full of piss and vinegar!  

Ninja’s seizures are finally less frequent and intense, he no longer fears women, and he’s put on weight so his ribs don’t hurt when you hold him.  He is active, happy, and has a hold on our hearts.

The Chins now have a Chindowseat in the art studio.  They watch for other dogs, humans, vehicles, birds, and leaves, and they let everyone know all about them.

The boys and their filthy paws…my new goal is to destroy all white tile.  At least they have fun (and never stay dirty long.)

Our normal coffee routine is outside, but jeepers, it’s been chilly out there!  So these days, we sit in front of the fire with a snuggle buddy or eight.