Friday, February 15, 2008

Tell me again why I have two dogs

My precious girls have been far too naughty to write anything good about lately. In keeping with the motto "if you can't say something good, don't say anything at all", I'll just let this cartoon speak for now.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Herding Through The Pines

I often apologize to Stella for bringing home a sister that insists on herding her. Annie likes to use our daily walks to show off her skills, but Stella seems to take it all in stride.

The only thing Stella seems to have an upper paw on Annie is she can move faster than the speed of sound. Oh, and there is that wry sense of humor of hers...

This afternoon we were enjoying our daily walk through the pine laden trails when Annie noticed her "sheep" Stella had wandered out of sight.

She hid behind a pine tree waiting to pounce and get her sheep back in line.

Where Is She? (Notice the streak of black in the background that came unexpectantly from the other side.)Hey, what was that noise behind me?

This is Stella doing the victory dance. Notice how Annie can't help but laugh! :)

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Seize The Day

Stella had a grand mal seizure in December and was catatonic for over an hour after all that bouncing around. A trip to the vet revealed the diagnosis of idiopathic epilepsy (i.e. epilepsy, don’t know the cause.) The prognosis was to monitor her closely (i.e. wait and see.)

Lately, she has been throwing up several times a day on mom’s new carpet. (She doesn’t like to throw up on the wood or tile floors because they are not as soft and fuzzy.) Luckily, mom has a super new steam cleaner for her rugs and Stella has not shown any other symptoms of epilepsy in the past week.

As for Annie, she ran away on Christmas night. Mom and Stella were still up waiting for her when she arrived back home after 2am. Mom’s eyes were all red and she didn’t seem to have any voice left to yell. She just squeezed that little dog real hard in a bear hug, muttered some kind of thanks to God, and went to bed. A trip to the Invisible Fence Company to make sure the collars were in working order revealed everything was working fine. Annie is just the kind of dog that is willing to take a shock to see if the grass is greener on the other side.
But, the grass is always greenest with the person willing to clean up your vomit and greet you with open arms regardless of the manner in which you left.