I'm a little fragile tonight. so when i climb in to bed, i know i'm getting no sympathy from this bastard becuase what he'll do is growl, gorgle, and move to a new position. And I'll take it personal becuase...like i said i'm a little fragile tonight.

why can't he just be kind?

Headbands

I bought a whole bunch of headbands to give me some cuter, younger, hipper looks. after trying a few on, i realized KODY looks better in them than me.

Although the uncomfortableness factor makes him look less so.

Kody HATES sharing...

he's a lot like his mummy

3 dog pet photography

Well the guy that owns this "company" took Kody's pictures off his website. Why? I'm not sure but it probably has to do with the fact that I wouldn't pay him $50 for 11 emailed pictures. I said I'd pay $20 for the FOUR I wanted and didn't want to be forced to buy 11 when 6 were practically the same; but, he wanted the $50.

Wouldn't one rather make $20 than NOTHING?? The economy is bad, my salary has been cut, my stocks are in the toilet and he HAS to have $50? GOD! People suck! I know his time is valuable and his equipment is expensive and his time to sit there all day and watch dogs jump in to water costs him money but surely it costs him more than NOTHING WHICH IS WHAT HE GOT FROM ME!!

i'm repeating myself. i'm pissed.

UPDATE: Kevin told me to kindly ask him what happened (you know...the ADULT WAY?)

here's what i emailed him:

Hey Bruce...I don't see Kody's pictures on the album anymore. did you move them?


and this was his response:

I thought you weren't interested, so I took them down to make the albums smaller, therefore faster. Would you like them back up?

makes sense. still pissed off.

hahhaaaa

I keep Kody's food in a metal trash bin so the rats don't get tempted. But Kody knows where his food is....and he's willing to risk his esphogial tract to get to it....

SPLASH DOGS!

Splash Dogs came in to town today and I rushed Kody to the vet to get his rabies shot so I could enroll him in this event.

If there was ANY doubt that he was not the HIT of the day, put it to rest.

This is the pool they set up. Then they attach a long ramp for the dog to run and JUMP in to the pool.


(I had the damn settings on the camera set too light and it was very hard to get pictures while i'm trying to kody in the pool.

so his first try, i throw the ball and he runs to the edge of the ramp, looks at the ball and runs back to me, down the stairs and climbed in the pool BY GOING OVER THE SIDE!!! It was a very hard climb for him and he was very awkward and it kinda looked painful but he did it and everyone was roaring with laughter. it was hysterical.






Thats him coming out on his first try. while we were waiting for his next turn, he watched all the other dogs run and jump in and he actaully started whining and yipping so i thought he might be getting the idea and sure enough, the 2nd try he ran and JUMPED in the pool...everyone was clapping and laughing...


god i love that fucker.

wanna see something sad?

This is him the day after swimming. He just way overdoes it and i'm such a guilty mom i don't stop him even though i know he's going to be in pain the next day. Good thing i didn't have kids.

by the way, he ripped some pads and that's why he was walking so gingerly. i have some tuff foot...he's going to be on that ALL summer.

He does this on PURPOSE

...he KNOWS i hate it when he's on my sheets and that shit is trying so hard to ensure that MOST of his body is ON said sheets...so much so that his tail has to hang off the bed becuase there's no room where the QUILT IS!


he mocks me...

Shhh....

kody's praying...

An Irish Rug~

Janet bought me a gorgeous Irish rug. Guess who laid claim to it?

Auto Ball Thrower

Since I threw my back out friday i was unable to take Kody to the park and throw the ball for him. Lo and behold, i forgot i bought kody a ball thrower months ago...i hooked it up and let him have it...since he's 9, it was only a 15 minute game but it wore his ass out!

AND!

...this little shit just had breakfast...he's so food obsessed...kinda like his mommy.

Poor Kody ignored...

I wanted to blog this morning. I have my coffee, my random thoughts and Kody vying for my attention.


99% he gets it; but, not today so Mommy must be punished!

This is when I know he's really a 4 year old derelict reincarnated into Kody's body becuase how does he KNOW to go get a personal item of mine, look me in the eye while he pretends to destroy said item?


HOW DOES HE KNOW THAT???



This is his 'ohnoyoudon't' look when i get up to get my item...

The Bro

There are a few times when I know Kody wants to hurt me; this IS one of those times...

Kody's got the sillies....

and you can see it in his face...

I'll wash that robe later.

thhbbthpt!

Kody expresses his opinion on me wanting my socks back.

Go for a walk?

I made the mistake of telling Kody we'd be going for a walk in the morning. I think he stayed awake all night staring at me & the clock.

He got me up at 5:30. I'm waiting for my brother who's coming at 8:30 to walk with us...so Kody's been following me around somewhat patiently just waaaaiting for me to pull out his leash. I sat on the bed figuring out what to do next when I see Kody, still waiting somewhat patiently in my doorway...

2 more hours, baby...2 more hours....

Grumpy Old Man

I have been sick all week with the worst head cold ever. Although Kody loves me being home, I think it does makes it harder on him because he wants to play, walk & catch kicked balls all day and i just was NOT up for that.

With that in mind, when Kody gets in my bed first, I have to be veeeeery careful not to disturb him too much, lest I get a growl-lashing that's supposed to make me drop and put my ears back. Although it is unnerving, I just end up telling him to shut up and remind him that I pay the bills around here.

Yesterday, on my worst sick day, I tried to watch t.v. but just had to crawl back in bed. Of course, Kody was already IN bed with his ass on his side and the top of his body on mine. Instead of being my usual cautious, slightly-frightened, gentle self I said "move it buddy". I got an irriated growl to which i responded with 'shut the hell up, you prick'. at that time, Betsy jumped up with just her two delicate front feet and Kody decided he'd channel all his machoism at her and warned her ferociously she was NOT to attempt to climb up on his...I mean, moms bed.

So I see Kody staring at Betsy, growling and, Betsy, with her petite little head and sweet big brown eyes, looking at him and then looking back at me. I grabbed Kody by the neck and pulled him in to the crook of my arm so his head was laying on my chest and assured him that we WERE all scared of this big bad wolf...yes, yes we were....

He seemed appeased and we all rested easy.

A Lovely read...

Spoiled-ass Kody says HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

a few years ago I found this post, posted on Craigslist. I had to copy it and save it becuase i knew it would be gone in 7 days. It is the BESTLY written letter I've ever read:

Thank you, people who dumped my dogs at the shelters

Date: 2006-04-05, 7:15PM PDTI wanted to say "thank you" to the people who dumped my dogs at the shelters. I read the behavioral notes, I heard what the staff said about what YOU said to them, when you dumped these two dogs. And all I can say is -- thank you. Because of you, I have been blessed. Dog #1: Almost seven years ago, I went to the shelter and saw a dog on his last day. According to the notes, he was an owner turn-in because she was pregnant and they "didn't have enough time for the dog". The notes also mentioned you guys were afraid that the dog, a whopping 50 pounds, might hurt a newborn, even though I don't think I've ever heard of Border Collies doing that. (Maybe you misheard... Perhaps they said "herding", not "hurting"?) THANK YOU SO MUCH. I took him home and found him to be the politest dog I've ever met, and having had dogs all my life, that's saying a LOT. He was housebroken, he was gentle, he learned to heel off-lead, sit, stay, down-stay (timed him at half an hour, unmonitored, on three separate occasions). I can tell him to get into the tub and bathe him without needing to drag him, restrain him, or wrestle him -- no collar, no lead! When we go hiking, parents stop and tell me my dog is better behaved than their kids. (Are you ever going to walk by with your six-year old, who will probably want to pet this gentleman, and think -- "Hmmm, that looks an awful lot like my old dog?") This dog is so striking in looks and obedient in manner that I've had a Nutro rep tell me he should be their poster dog. And he CAME this way -- I didn't have the puppy phase, the teething, the housebreaking, the gawky phase. He's always been this graceful, polite, amazing dog who gets along with dogs, cats, kids (he would have been great with your kid). Thank you SO MUCH for giving him up! Dog #2: After a few years, I started looking to add another fur kid to my family, since I have the room and the love. After seeing a purebred languishing in a shelter for weeks, and calling, and the shelter staff told me NO ONE had come out to see her (because she wasn't a puppy?), I checked her out. According to the notes, and to the shelter staff who were there when you dumped her off, you didn't want her anymore because she "didn't get along with your other dogs." I'm not sure what that means, because I took ten minutes to watch her, and she seemed terrified of everyone, people AND dogs AND cats. And to you, I say THANK YOU. I brought her home and she perked up when she met my other dog. My cats told her that she wasn't going to boss them around, and boy did she pay attention. It was a wonderful treat to find out she was housebroken, that she didn't destroy a dang thing (I do so like these older dogs!), she was calm, and snuggly, and played with my dog, and my friend's dog, and she smiles and wags her entire body when I come home. At night, she curls up next to my other dog. She dances for me when she sees the leash, and she's turning out to be an awesome walking and running partner. When she's not excited about going out, she's a complete and utter couch potato, and I feel like I have the best of both worlds. In fact, I think I have the best dogs I could possibly have -- and all without housebreaking, potty training, chewing, digging, puppy obedience classes, and the rest. All I did was come pick them up when you dropped them off, and pay a pittance of a fee (how much are Maltipoos and Cockapoos and Labradoodles nowadays?) So thank you, people who dumped my dogs at the shelters. You'll never know what you gave me -- because you probably had no clue what you were giving up. But the dogs are home now, and safe, and loved, and will be, for the rest of their days. I think if they could, they would pass along their thanks, too.
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Title-free since yesterday

Kody might be the biggest pain in my ass but when i pee and see a tennis ball by the toilet, i smile.

This dog has infiltrated every pore of my life...dog hair in my bed, car, coffee, coat, eyeball and his toys are under the couch, in the garage, the washing machine and spa...his teeth marks are on my shoes & flip-flops, laundry baskets and the like. Where ever I look, I see Kody. And I know I am so blessed to have such a wonderful, funny, entertaining, solid being in my life. He makes me laugh, feel less lonely, warm and gay (for lack of a better word) so his present to me on this Christmas Day is simply him.

And that is the BEST present I have ever received...

Merry Christmas Kody and a special Merry Christmas to those that love you too :)