not shame, actually

This is Mickey. You can’t see in these photos but he has actually managed to scratch the hell out of his muzzle.* We are now calling him Scarface and Hamburger Face. Also: IsaidQUITSCRATCHING! Face. So he wears the cone. The thing is, I think he likes having an orb shining about his noggin. He doesn’t [...]

weepy tree

The weather around these parts has been absolute crap of late. Sweater-and-jeans freezing, I kid you not. Yes, I live in Canada, but this kind of thing is NOT supposed to happen where I live. We are the Goldilocks of the North: not too hot, not too cold… juuuust right. But not for the last [...]

après-doggie daycare

… something like après-ski only without the tequila shots and that loud guy who refuses to take his ski boots off.

not at my best

John and I took the dogs to the park the other day. They were being a nightmare. That, however, does not even BEGIN to explain how crap-tastic the excursion was or the fact that the shittiness of the whole deal was completely exacerbated by the fact that I am a crazy person. We get there and I [...]

high alert

Kayloo and Mickey on high alert just in case some jack hole squirrel should dare enter the sanctum of our chill out spot. Mickey is in the highly controversial Broken Tail Stance (is his tail really broken or is he merely lulling his victims into a false sense of security? Oh the trickery) and Kayloo [...]

roses and toes

I took these photos on my patio. I used John’s new blue checked shirt as a backdrop. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind that I used his new shirt as a backdrop. If he expresses disapproval I’ll be like, “Dude, it’s for ART.” I took these photos on Canada Day (Happy Belated Canada Day!) and [...]