Thursday, October 11, 2012


The Chuie, the Fluff and I were minding our own business as we stepped outside so they could do their . . . business.  =D

And then something jumps away from behind the barbeque.  I thought it was the feral black cat that usually hangs out around our house.  It was dark so all i saw in the thin porch light was fluffy black legs.  The cat, right?

WRONG!  It may be genetically linked to felines, but felines don't spray foul smelling musk.

Yeppers, our little visitor was a skunk!

Well, Fluff decided he had to go chase said beast as well as the Chuie.  So, zoom went Nascar-boy, ripping the leash out of my left hand.  It twisted with Pugsley's leash and WHACK! YELP! It smacks the poor dog in the side, sending her into the dirt.  She's all traumatized now and cowering and stuck in the middle of a tug-of-war with the Fluff and I.

So I watch helpless as Fluff gets it --- in the mouth!

He comes running to the back door, stinking, as the culprit goes running off into the night.

I bend down and he is foaming at the mouth like some rabid beast.  It was like a St. Bernard on crack!

So I give the dog leashes to my mom and got a bowl of water and proceeded to rinse my dog's mouth out like a naughty child.  Let's just say I had to unclamp his jaws.  Then my poor, idiot dog had to be locked into the shower with me as I washed his chest and neck (and all his other body parts since he needed a bath anyway) at 9:40 pm.

My mom phoned a friend who gave her a recipe for skunk removal: baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and shampoo.  Mix and plaster dog.  It didn't help with the mouth problem, but it worked wonders for the chest.

And so both he and I were soaked as we exited the bathroom.  After drying him off, he proceeded to go ape-poop crazy by rubbing his face in the towel, the blanket, the chair cover, the carpet, and the blanket on the floor.  the chair cover went from flat to a literal ball of material by the time he was done.

So I took out the doggie tooth brush and toothpaste and brushed his teeth.  He, of course, was fighting me every step of the way because he was angry at all the indignities I made him go through and the trauma I inflicted upon him in the shower.

Thankfully, he is over his humility and is his cocky self again.


And here is a random that just happened two seconds ago.  The was a dog outside.  A white dog with a black nose that was not ours, but was almost a spitting image of her.  Spooky. 

Saturday, October 6, 2012


Do you ever get the feeling you're being stared at.  You know that intense-can't ignore it-puppy dog stare that makes you cringe because you try to ignore it.

I get that a lot.  Actually, I'm getting it right this moment.  The Chuie can tell time.  I swear.  She knows exactly when 5 pm occurs.  5 pm equals walkies.  5 pm equals "take me or I will pester you until you do."

Then, my Fluff starts in on me.  He gives me that look.  The hang-your-head-and-look up-with-sadness-because-I-have-to-go-potty look.

It's too much.  It kills me to ignore them.  And the freaking tail wag if they think their going to get your attention.  Yes, evil creatures they.

But the complete killer is Fluff's floppy right ear.  It doesn't stand up all the way and the tip flops so . . . so cutely that I die when he flicks it back and forth.

So now I will sign off, and take the four footed creeps for their walkies. =D


Now, as everyone knows, there is no way to stop dogs from roughhousing when they get playful.  As long as they don't try to hurt each other, what's the harm, right?

The harm is that--when it's O'Dark 30--the thundering herd Nascaring around the living room and dining room along with the thumps and growls of play wakes you up.  On a weekend.  Before the sun even rises.

What's worse than that?  The Chuie barking like mad as the other two play.  Clear across the house.  With the door closed.  And still loud enough to be heard by half-asleep ears.

Ignore the paws thumping against the floor and the body whacks against the furniture.  Turn over and cuddle under the lovely warm covers, and then . . . YAP!  BARK BARKITY BARK BARK! YAPPITY YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP . . . ad infinitum

Who really wants to yell at two stupid dogs before the first glorious sip of coffee?  I don't.  It just ruins my day.  It does.

What's even more horrible is when they get all, "You're awake!  Yay!  Look how cute I am!"  Tail wag and happy faces.  Chibi eyes all aglow with joy.

ARGH!  Must not give in to the cuteness . . . must not give in . . .

Ever have a dog just purr when he sees you?  It sounds like a an open-mouth growl but not.  It's really quite different.

Let's just say that I caved.  The glittery chocolate eyes and the purred greeting along with the white one's tail wagging so hard, she created a current of air.

Why do we suffer the torments of early wake up calls?  Why?

Maybe because they make up for it by loving us, cuddling us, kissing us, playing with us, and, as for my dumb dog and the Chuie, talking to us.