Spoiled Much?

$3500 powered theatre recliners…

…or stupid expensive dog bed..?

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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. 

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.

Our #ChinNationArmy is Growing

We are quite fortunate.  We were selected to become the new guardians of Ninja…and the moment he leaped out of the truck, he looked as though he was home.

With so many dogs, we introduced in stages.  Michiyo, being the alpha, was first.  She was absolutely thrilled to see another smush-face!

Niko followed, and was equally as happy he had a new funhouse mirror brother!

Moki  (foster) pushed her way past Hyde to say hello.

KJ was next, and being a bit larger, was clumsy and awkward, but actually very happy to have another Chin around.   Sagan drooled everywhere while sniffing to say sup.

The small dogs ran around the pool after their dinner of bacon wrapped filet mignon (not even kidding) about twenty times before being ready to come inside to crash in the recliners.

The oldest arrived back home after his meetings, and was suddenly the most interesting man on the planet  (he had food).

It’s funny how quickly the pack has accepted Ninja.  It’s almost as though he’s always been here, and that’s exactly what we’d hoped would happen. 

We may need a bigger than king bed if I keep collecting Chins…LOL