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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Every spring we re-seed our lawn with some lovely new grass. Once the grass comes up, we admire our emerald-green backyard, pat ourselves on the back, and declare that this time around it will last through the whole year. Then we take the temporary fencing down and let the dogs out into the yard again. By the end of the summer, after being assaulted by dogs, squirrels, and intermittent Northern California heat waves, the grass begins to look a little sad. In this ongoing documentary Kostadis examines the damage that dogs do to his lawn.
Posted by Squeak at 10:14 AM
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tony is a very mellow fellow. Some might even call him lazy. He is also extremely tolerant of various kinds of dog abuse that I put him through. Heck, I made him do obedience and even a little bit of agility for a while, when all he wanted was to get his cookies and then go take a long nap.
Now that he is an officially retired couch dog, you'd think his life would finally be perfect. But no. First we got the puppy. She used to roll him over and chew on his ears at least ten times a day. She still pesters him daily. He puts up with it.
And now (you knew this was coming, right) we have this:
Sorry Puppious. Here's another cookie.
Posted by Squeak at 3:52 PM
Walk at Fort Funston with the dogs when Nick was 23 days old. Nick is the hat sticking out from inside my jacket. Pregnancy somewhat interfered with dog training, as a result Polly's down command degenerated into just crouch a little command instead. We are still working on fixing that.
Notice the path behind me. In a fit of boredom during pregnancy leave, I took the dogs to the beach while 38 weeks pregnant. It was lovely, but then I had to haul myself back up that path, which was less than lovely. I have to say, the hike was much easier with Nick on the outside.
Posted by Squeak at 10:32 AM