I am participating in the SITS gals Back 2 Blogging event. Today on Day 3 we were to choose a favorite past post based on a title we liked. That was really hard for me seeing as I think maybe my titles need work AND I could not separate the content from the title while I was choosing. I tried very, very hard. I chose this post because you probably could not help but click on it if it showed up in your list of updated posts. I mean seriously, who doesn't love a dog who (tries to) cook? Also, my doggies are my kids so this is as close to a Mom post as I get. ;)
I chose a post circa 2008:
The Dog Tried to Make Brownies
This is how my weekend without internet started.
I walk in the door to let G-dog out at around noon Friday and notice a bottle of vegetable oil on the rug in the living room oil spots on the sisal rug and the cap next to the bottle AND a bitten but not eaten box of brownie mix on the floor under the dining table.
Me: (calling out) G-dog!, (waiting) G-dog!
G-dog: (Comes out of bedroom, sleepily blinking eyes and wagging tail) Dude, I was sleeping. What's up.
Me: What did you do?!
G-dog: Well I ate the treats you left for me. The one you hid under the pillow was hard to find. Relaxed a bit, got bored with moose, rabbit, squirrel, et al and went into the kitchen to find something to do. I went in to the room I'm not supposed to and decided to make brownies.
Me: Brownies.
G-dog: Yeah. So I got the brownie mix out and then realized I needed vegetable oil so I went and got that. Then I realized the oil was in a plastic bottle and you know how much I like plastic bottles.
Me: Uh-huh
G-dog: So it started innocently enough, I was working on getting the cap off then I bit the bottle and it felt so good I continued. Then I tasted the oil and decided, ick! So I dropped it on the floor and nosed it around a few times, trying to get the oil out and eventually I went back to the brownie box and realized that I needed eggs AND water too. Well I had water in my bowl but the eggs are in the fridge and I couldn't reach them so I abandoned the whole brownie idea and went back to the bedroom and took a nap.
Me: So you do realize that you can't have brownies. They are chocolate and not good for you.
G-dog: Really!? Huh. Well I guess it's a good thing I didn't make them then.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
What Were YOU Doing at 2am This Morning?
G-Dog: *making smacking sounds with dry mouth*
Me: Go drink your water if you are thirsty.
G-Dog: I'm not thirsty. Oh, hey you're up. I think I need to go outside.
Me: No. It's 2am and you don't have to go out. You just want to see if the skunk is still outside.
G-Dog: No I don't. *pout, pout...licking face of human* I really have to go.
Me: That makes no sense. You went at 11pm and you always sleep till 7am and when we do go on our morning walk you wait FOREVER to pee and then do it at intervals. Makes me think you aren't exactly crossing your legs.
G-Dog: No, I really gotta go. You know if you had gotten up when I first asked you we would be done by now and you could have been asleep. *more licking and wagging of tail*
Me: FINE! But you are drinking a little water when you come back in. That lip smacking is keeping me up.
G-Dog: Ok, no problem.
Me: *Get up, put on robe. Walk to the kitchen.*
G-Dog: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You are the best! *much excitement and smiling*
Me: *Get leash and put on. Walk outside.*
G-Dog: *ZING! as she darts for the neighbors lawn obviously after something*
Me: HEY! What are you doing. You said you had to pee and that you weren't going to go after the skunk. What the hell! I am in my bathrobe and a tee shirt. I don't have time for this crap.
G-Dog: It wasn't a skunk. It was Orange Kitty.
Me: You are not allowed to chase Orange Kitty. You know that! What about peeing!?
G-Dog: Ok, ok. Let me find a good spot *sniffing and walking in circles*
Me: I don't care about a 'good' spot just effing PEE!
G-Dog: jeez, ok, ok. *relieving herself* See I TOLD you I had to go!
Me: You did not, you just CHOSE to go now to save face.
G-Dog: I had to save face? Who is the one in a tee shirt, robe and no shoes outside at 2am?
Me: Go drink your water if you are thirsty.
G-Dog: I'm not thirsty. Oh, hey you're up. I think I need to go outside.
Me: No. It's 2am and you don't have to go out. You just want to see if the skunk is still outside.
G-Dog: No I don't. *pout, pout...licking face of human* I really have to go.
Me: That makes no sense. You went at 11pm and you always sleep till 7am and when we do go on our morning walk you wait FOREVER to pee and then do it at intervals. Makes me think you aren't exactly crossing your legs.
G-Dog: No, I really gotta go. You know if you had gotten up when I first asked you we would be done by now and you could have been asleep. *more licking and wagging of tail*
Me: FINE! But you are drinking a little water when you come back in. That lip smacking is keeping me up.
G-Dog: Ok, no problem.
Me: *Get up, put on robe. Walk to the kitchen.*
G-Dog: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You are the best! *much excitement and smiling*
Me: *Get leash and put on. Walk outside.*
G-Dog: *ZING! as she darts for the neighbors lawn obviously after something*
Me: HEY! What are you doing. You said you had to pee and that you weren't going to go after the skunk. What the hell! I am in my bathrobe and a tee shirt. I don't have time for this crap.
G-Dog: It wasn't a skunk. It was Orange Kitty.
Me: You are not allowed to chase Orange Kitty. You know that! What about peeing!?
G-Dog: Ok, ok. Let me find a good spot *sniffing and walking in circles*
Me: I don't care about a 'good' spot just effing PEE!
G-Dog: jeez, ok, ok. *relieving herself* See I TOLD you I had to go!
Me: You did not, you just CHOSE to go now to save face.
G-Dog: I had to save face? Who is the one in a tee shirt, robe and no shoes outside at 2am?
Monday, June 23, 2008
The Dog Tried to Make Brownies
This is how my weekend without internet started.
I walk in the door to let G-dog out at around noon Friday and notice a bottle of vegetable oil on the rug in the living room oil spots on the sisel rug and the cap next to the bottle AND a bitten but not eaten box of brownie mix on the floor under the dining table.
Me: (calling out) G-dog!, (waiting) G-dog!
G-dog: (Comes out of bedroom, sleepily blinking eyes and wagging tail) Dude, I was sleeping. What's up.
Me: What did you do?!
G-dog: Well I ate the treats you left for me. The one you hid under the pillow was hard to find. Relaxed a bit, got bored with moose, rabbit, squirrel, et al and went into the kitchen to find something to do. I went in to the room I'm not supposed to and decided to make brownies.
Me: Brownies.
G-dog: Yeah. So I got the brownie mix out and then realized I needed vegetable oil so I went and got that. Then I realized the oil was in a plastic bottle and you know how much I like plastic bottles.
Me: Uh-huh
G-dog: So it started innocently enough, I was working on getting the cap off then I bit the bottle and it felt so good I continued. Then I tasted the oil and decided, ick! So I dropped it on the floor and nosed it around a few times, trying to get the oil out and eventually I went back to the brownie box and realized that I needed eggs AND water too. Well I had water in my bowl but the eggs are in the fridge and I couldn't reach them so I abandoned the whole brownie idea and went back to the bedroom and took a nap.
Me: So you do realize that you can't have brownies. They are chocolate and not good for you.
G-dog: Really!? Huh. Well I guess it's a good thing I didn't make them then.
I walk in the door to let G-dog out at around noon Friday and notice a bottle of vegetable oil on the rug in the living room oil spots on the sisel rug and the cap next to the bottle AND a bitten but not eaten box of brownie mix on the floor under the dining table.
Me: (calling out) G-dog!, (waiting) G-dog!
G-dog: (Comes out of bedroom, sleepily blinking eyes and wagging tail) Dude, I was sleeping. What's up.
Me: What did you do?!
G-dog: Well I ate the treats you left for me. The one you hid under the pillow was hard to find. Relaxed a bit, got bored with moose, rabbit, squirrel, et al and went into the kitchen to find something to do. I went in to the room I'm not supposed to and decided to make brownies.
Me: Brownies.
G-dog: Yeah. So I got the brownie mix out and then realized I needed vegetable oil so I went and got that. Then I realized the oil was in a plastic bottle and you know how much I like plastic bottles.
Me: Uh-huh
G-dog: So it started innocently enough, I was working on getting the cap off then I bit the bottle and it felt so good I continued. Then I tasted the oil and decided, ick! So I dropped it on the floor and nosed it around a few times, trying to get the oil out and eventually I went back to the brownie box and realized that I needed eggs AND water too. Well I had water in my bowl but the eggs are in the fridge and I couldn't reach them so I abandoned the whole brownie idea and went back to the bedroom and took a nap.
Me: So you do realize that you can't have brownies. They are chocolate and not good for you.
G-dog: Really!? Huh. Well I guess it's a good thing I didn't make them then.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Special G-Dog Day
Today is G-Dog's 1st Adoption day!
One year ago today, P and I traveled up the NJ turnpike to the Woodrow Wilson Service Plaza to meet and bring home our sweetie.
Yes, she peed in the car on the way home but we were prepared with a tarp in the back of the car. Yes, she barely sat down the whole way home. Probably just really happy to be out of the traveling RV kennel. We were just so happy to be bringing her home after 2 months of waiting that we could barely contain ourselves.
It all started when P and I decided we were ready to take the big step to getting a dog. We knew we were going to adopt and I began searching Petfinder.com. A couple places faulted us for not having a fenced back yard and this made me sad. Were we unfit to be dog parents? After all, all the books said you shouldn't leave your dog outside unattended anyway. We were planning on twice a day walks for an hour each. Being rejected was heartbreaking. Then we found Daisy through PAWS - New England. PAWS works with Tipton Treasures in Tennessee. They bring dogs out of the kill shelters, vet them and adopt them out to people from Tennesee all the way to New Hampshire! Daisy was a lock for us but there was a family that just got in before us so Daisy went to another good home. As soon as they found out Daisy had already been adopted, I got an email about G-dog. She was at a kill shelter in Tennessee and was surrendered with two other dogs. We could not resist her cute face and smile from the picture we were sent and there was NO way we were going to let her be in a kill shelter. It was just SO wrong!
So we immediately said, YES! Get her vetted! We want to bring her home!
She still needed her heartworm test and she still needed to be spayed so we waited for each of those hurdles until we had our pickup day scheduled.
On June 13th 2007 we brought our little G-dog home. She is our southen belle and we love her more than we ever thought we could.
Click on the slide show for better viewing. :)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Smelly and Sore
Gardening again. I think I garden out of guilt. The woman that lived in this house was 82 when she left. She was a gardener and had a beautiful perennial garden in the backyard next to the patio and it was like her baby. I know this because her children told us at the closing. The first year we were here, it was somewhat easy to maintain. As time has gone on, it has gotten increasingly difficult. Today I spent two hours just on that garden and it looks like all I did was trample the daffodil greens down. What I actually did was remove all the dead stuff from last season (I know I am late in doing so) and release all the peonies from the grip of the cancer vine. I call it the cancer vine because that it what it reminds me of. It hides, pops up then grows and strangles the pretty plants. It doesn't flower and it grows about a foot a day. It reminds me of kudzu. It's easy enough to pull and break but you never get the damn root and then it pops up again. It is the bane of my gardening existence. I now have to wait till the daff foilage dies back so I can do some rearranging. I am determined to do it this year I just don't want to ruin the peonies.
ASIDE: Just went down to check to see what G-dog was barking at. Two flippin' squiriels sitting about 2 feet from the poor girls nose through the screen door. Jackasses were teasing the poor girl.
Anyway, I got rid of the rest of the mulch pile on the side gardens and around my herbs. I have been taking tufts of G-dog's hair from brushing and placing it around my herbs to discourage forraging critters. So far, so good. My only worry is that there is enough sun hitting the areas where I planted sun loving plants (2 butterfly bushes and some lavender). It's tough because we have very large oak trees which provide lovely shade but might be too much of a match for my plants. Time will tell.
No plans tonight. This would normally be ok but I can't cook either. P's project for this weekend entailed repainting the kitchen cabinets. I don't want to cook in the midst of the painting for fear of getting grease, etc into the paint. It is going to look so much better in there when it is done. I just need to pick a color for the walls. There isn't much to the walls b/c there is this odd tiny tile halfway up but I'd like to go with something a little deeper than the light blue that is there now. P isn't so sure. If I though it wouldn't darken the room, I'd go with a deep blue like navy for contrast with the white cabinetry and moulding. It's not a big kitchen. Maybe I'll post a pic and you can help me. :)
ASIDE: Just went down to check to see what G-dog was barking at. Two flippin' squiriels sitting about 2 feet from the poor girls nose through the screen door. Jackasses were teasing the poor girl.
Anyway, I got rid of the rest of the mulch pile on the side gardens and around my herbs. I have been taking tufts of G-dog's hair from brushing and placing it around my herbs to discourage forraging critters. So far, so good. My only worry is that there is enough sun hitting the areas where I planted sun loving plants (2 butterfly bushes and some lavender). It's tough because we have very large oak trees which provide lovely shade but might be too much of a match for my plants. Time will tell.
No plans tonight. This would normally be ok but I can't cook either. P's project for this weekend entailed repainting the kitchen cabinets. I don't want to cook in the midst of the painting for fear of getting grease, etc into the paint. It is going to look so much better in there when it is done. I just need to pick a color for the walls. There isn't much to the walls b/c there is this odd tiny tile halfway up but I'd like to go with something a little deeper than the light blue that is there now. P isn't so sure. If I though it wouldn't darken the room, I'd go with a deep blue like navy for contrast with the white cabinetry and moulding. It's not a big kitchen. Maybe I'll post a pic and you can help me. :)
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