Janet bought me a gorgeous Irish rug. Guess who laid claim to it?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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!
Monday, March 02, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
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...
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...
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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....
Friday, January 09, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, January 02, 2009
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
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
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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 :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
oh.my.god.
This is what I got Kody for Christmas...shhh....don't tell him. BUT, this will make YOU salivate until i get the video of him enjoying it...
http://www.buygodoggo.com/seemovie.html
http://www.buygodoggo.com/seemovie.html
Thursday, December 04, 2008
911!
You know how there are dogs that would actually call 911 if their owners were in danger? Or the ones that drag their unconscious owners out the door and bark like mad til rescue?
I knew mine would not do that. In fact, I played 'dead' tonight. laying on the floor in what he might not know is my last breath and guess what his biggest concern was?
I knew mine would not do that. In fact, I played 'dead' tonight. laying on the floor in what he might not know is my last breath and guess what his biggest concern was?
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
whoa...yes it's us!
Sorry I haven't blogged in a while, my favorite 3 people; but, maybe if you sent me $150,000 for each post, I'd be more motivated?
Anyway, enough about me...it was Kody's birthday last week. He turned 9, which according to seomthing i read somewhere that's one year at 7 and 8 years at 5. 47. that fuckers' finally older than me :)
but he can still move....
Anyway, enough about me...it was Kody's birthday last week. He turned 9, which according to seomthing i read somewhere that's one year at 7 and 8 years at 5. 47. that fuckers' finally older than me :)
but he can still move....
Thursday, November 13, 2008
PICTURE OF BAD DOG ON MY SHEEEEETS!
Y'all know how much I love this dog, right? But can i say i HATE his hair??? It's on my sheets, my floors, my tupperware, my toothbrush, my bicycle seat, my water bottle tip, my vodka bottle...it's every where. I've thought of shaving him; but, he would kill me in my sleep. I'm sure of it. I've thought of wrapping him in saran wrap but he would get skinner than me.
But instead...do you know what I do? I love him. I love him no matter what. I love him even though I wake up every day with 2 to 4 hairs in my sleeping mouth. I love him when he growls at me if I move him off my bed, I love him when he nips me because he's so excited, I love him when he lays his arm in his car window while i drive so that passerbys can laugh and point, I love him when he bugs me while I try to meditate, I love him when he brings me a shoe everytime I come home or my friends come over, I love him when he actually wants some love! If anything this dog has taught me, it has been how to love unconditionally. I mean i've learned to love a fucking hairy, big-ass, obnoxious, selfish, self-centered dog.
But you know what else I've learned? That when he leaves me, I will yearn for hair, I will yearn for that nip, and I will yearn for all his signals that we've understood together over our years.
Kody? you better live another 22 years or I will kill you.
Y'all know how much I love this dog, right? But can i say i HATE his hair??? It's on my sheets, my floors, my tupperware, my toothbrush, my bicycle seat, my water bottle tip, my vodka bottle...it's every where. I've thought of shaving him; but, he would kill me in my sleep. I'm sure of it. I've thought of wrapping him in saran wrap but he would get skinner than me.
But instead...do you know what I do? I love him. I love him no matter what. I love him even though I wake up every day with 2 to 4 hairs in my sleeping mouth. I love him when he growls at me if I move him off my bed, I love him when he nips me because he's so excited, I love him when he lays his arm in his car window while i drive so that passerbys can laugh and point, I love him when he bugs me while I try to meditate, I love him when he brings me a shoe everytime I come home or my friends come over, I love him when he actually wants some love! If anything this dog has taught me, it has been how to love unconditionally. I mean i've learned to love a fucking hairy, big-ass, obnoxious, selfish, self-centered dog.
But you know what else I've learned? That when he leaves me, I will yearn for hair, I will yearn for that nip, and I will yearn for all his signals that we've understood together over our years.
Kody? you better live another 22 years or I will kill you.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Dreams...
I had a dream last night that I was looking for Kody. It was kind of a warish zone and I knew he could be in danger. While I was taking off to go find him someone told me he had been killed. I saw a vision of his destroyed body and knew he was dead. They guy who told me that Kody had been killed continued to talk to me; but, i was preparing my body for a wail. And it was a heart-wrenching, weird-ass wail that came from deep within my soul. And I cried and cried and everyone in my dream just went away because all i could see & feel was my pain.
I woke up and my boy was next to me snoozing peacefully. And all was well within my world.
I cannot imagine my life without him; nor, do i want to.
I love you, you little fucker.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Fuuuuuuuuuuudge...
I took a gazillion pictures of Kody demolishing a Diet Rite Cola box and accidentally deleted them all. Ahh...but my Boy is always ready for the next shot.
Right after I got over my depression of losing such funny shots I looked at him sprawled on the hallway floor and thought 'I'll just take a lame pix and say "whoa...look at my baby..ain't he great?"' but while I was taking the picture he kept looking at his ball. That's my baby asshole...it's never about me being upset that I'm upset...it's about him wanting.
Wanting so badly for someone to kick that damn ball. And i captured it....on film. Annie Lebovitz...here i come.
Right after I got over my depression of losing such funny shots I looked at him sprawled on the hallway floor and thought 'I'll just take a lame pix and say "whoa...look at my baby..ain't he great?"' but while I was taking the picture he kept looking at his ball. That's my baby asshole...it's never about me being upset that I'm upset...it's about him wanting.
Wanting so badly for someone to kick that damn ball. And i captured it....on film. Annie Lebovitz...here i come.
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