Stella is still growing, but not quite as fast. The corn, however, will soon rule us all.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Safe and sound.
The "safe place" at the dog park. My knees in this case, but not always.
Between sprints across the outfield of course.
Between sprints across the outfield of course.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Who's your daddy?
Getting cheek cells for the DNA test.
The Stella was not pleased, but then she got some turkey.
The Stella was not pleased, but then she got some turkey.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Free-Range Doggeh
First trip to the dog park.
Then breakfast at Cafe Borrone. Chalk up another twenty people and a half-dozen dogs to the socializing-Stella tally.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Busy Day
In no particular order:
1) Woke up this morning to a drooly/pukey dog in her kennel, who then had a morning poop of great distress. After googling the symptoms (you don't want details) I finally connected the dots with yesterday's awesome toy - a stick from the flower shop next door. Stella spent all day chewing the bark off it, and the bark was having its revenge today. Fortunately things got better during the day.
2) Found blood on SqueakyGator, which prompted first panic-thoughts of Parvo, then the dim light bulb of recognition that the little doggie is now teething. I checked out her teeth and gums and there's clearly some renovation going on.
3) Evening walk, inspecting the local sewer drain, when a straight-out-of-a-Disney-cartoon raccoon face pops up to say hello. Stella, who finds everything interesting, stopped and tried to negotiate a closer sniff. Padre was too busy yelling Parvo!Rabies!Ebola! to be receptive. A hasty retreat was made.
Now she's asleep under the desk. Survived the day.
1) Woke up this morning to a drooly/pukey dog in her kennel, who then had a morning poop of great distress. After googling the symptoms (you don't want details) I finally connected the dots with yesterday's awesome toy - a stick from the flower shop next door. Stella spent all day chewing the bark off it, and the bark was having its revenge today. Fortunately things got better during the day.
2) Found blood on SqueakyGator, which prompted first panic-thoughts of Parvo, then the dim light bulb of recognition that the little doggie is now teething. I checked out her teeth and gums and there's clearly some renovation going on.
3) Evening walk, inspecting the local sewer drain, when a straight-out-of-a-Disney-cartoon raccoon face pops up to say hello. Stella, who finds everything interesting, stopped and tried to negotiate a closer sniff. Padre was too busy yelling Parvo!Rabies!Ebola! to be receptive. A hasty retreat was made.
Now she's asleep under the desk. Survived the day.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Tie game.
Watching the game on Saturday - her indifference is heartbreaking.
I don't think she understands the infield fly rule either.
Tuesday morning addition: If you leave a game trailing by 4 in the 7th inning to get home and take care of your puppy, the home team will stage an epic comeback in the bottom of the 13th. Ask me how I know.
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