There are few things in this world that Lucy loves better than “ball”. One of them is going for a ride, which is serious business! Wanna know how I know? Take a look at her ears; see how they’re all plastered back and stuck to her head? We call those her “business ears” because whenever she’s wearing them like that, she means business!
However, since we have typical Oregon weather 11 months out of the year when it is more or less any one of 23 types of raining outside, we felt it was high time to get the girl some decent eye protection so she could stick her nose into the wind like a proper dog ought to be able to…even when the rain is pelting her in the face at 52 mph (which is about as fast as our 1994 Suburban gas-hog can run these days, lol).
Fortunately for Lucy, today is filled with sunshine. Good thing her “doggles” are also sunglasses. *heart*
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Just testing something here…let’s see how badly technology can confound me. *grin*
ETA: Yeah! It worked!!! I have won the battle of “new-device” vs “old-human”! I feel strangely triumphant…and maybe a tad bit overconfident! Good times. Good times. ;)
Clearly Lucy has views about my abilities. More likely she’s probably thinking “Would you stop with the damn camera already? Sheesh!” but how can I stop? SHE’S SO FREAKING CUTE! I mean just look at that face! I just know she’s got views on politics. It’s not all about Squirrel and Ball and Food. She’s got concerns man. SERIOUS. CON. CERNS. Mostly centered around when her next trip to the park will be…but still, concerns. Also, and you may not know this about Lucy, she is an intrepid snail-hunter (I will be subjecting you to a video proving this soon).
That’s all for now. Seems my hiatus may be coming to an end.
Like many dogs, Lucy is terrified of fireworks. When she hears the crack/crackle/boom starting…well, she turns into a quivering, terrified, little wreck because clearly the world is ending! Poor girl. The stupid rednecks in the area have been lighting them off for the last couple of weeks! Lucy is just a mess. :(
Don’t worry, Lucy…I’ve got your “drugs” all ready to go for tonight’s “grand finale”. Hopefully you won’t even be aware of what’s happening.
Here’s a good resource on how to help your dog through the worst night of their lives: “Dogs and Fireworks – Fear & Anxiety”
…today is one of those days. That is all.
…quite like the joy of a dog. :)
Oh…to be so carefree and full of abandon. I think I’m totally jealous!!! LOL! :D
Too much fun… *grin*
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Following up from this post. :)
She’s uncomfortable though. Every now and then she will whimper, and she has difficulty finding a comfortable position to lay in. She’s taken to frequent heavy sighs. So, I called her vet this afternoon and got some stronger pain meds for her. She’s been a lot more relaxed and content ever since.
This afternoon, Robert and I met Officer Smyth with the Animal Control Division of our Local P.D. Read more…
100 words. Boy, do I have 100 words for today, and NONE of them fit for proper conversation. *sigh*
Perhaps I should try a different tack. Okay, hows this:
She sighs. She shifts, trying to find a place of comfort. She whimpers softly. She looks at me with her enormous brown eyes, always a question in them…one that looks to me like “why?”
I say, “Because some people are complete dumbasses, Lucy.”
I rub her ears and whisper sweetly how much we love her. It’s time for another pain pill. Goodnight.
…you get a call from your wonderful other half and the first thing he says is, “Honey, I just want you to know that everything is okay.”
Me: O_o ???
Robert: “Lucy is fine, but…”
Me: O.O !!!!
Robert: “…she was attacked on our walk this morning. But she’s going to be just fine.”
The questions that flood ones mind in such a moment come fast and furious, Read more…
Seriously…look at this face:
Did I ever mention that my Lucy is a compulsive liar?
Yes, yes you would Lucy and you know it. You lie all the time! You claim that we are being invaded on a regular basis and proceed to launch yourself, with your *BARK* on full volume, at any thump, bump, or sound that is even remotely close to a door knock…
…also that you claim no one ever feeds you…just so you can get seconds. You know you do!
Not to mention the fact that if it rattles, clinks, or scrapes, CLEARLY the world is ending and you wind up in a shivering ball of shaking puppy on my lap and leaning so far into me that I have difficulty breathing. Imagine…a fifty pound lap dog trying to crawl under your shirt, good grief!
Yes. But since you are otherwise a most noble and admirable canine, Lucy, I don’t hold any of this against you. You’re too durn cute.
