Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Puppy...mills

I'm learning that I may discover a new definition for puppy mills.  And I don't the ones that breed dogs either.  I'm talking the type that GROUNDS THEM UP INTO HAMBURGER!

Dang dog ate my quiver.  MY NEW QUIVER!

RH

Friday, May 13, 2011

It's a lie perpetrated by my friends...

Or maybe I should call them 'frenemies', because, really, with friends like mine, who needs more enemies?

Wally bought Lian a dog.  Dick brought the large breed puppy chow.  Donna named the mutt...Crius after the Titan of domesticated animals.  And leadership.

Does that sound like a car name, or is it just me?

At least they didn't buy her a pony.  The yard isn't big enough.

RH

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Didn't get it from MY gene pool

Lian has allergies.  How do I know this?  Observe the following symptoms:

1) snores heavily at night because nose is stuffed up
2) Nose is stuffed up
3) Nasty stuff comes out of nose and mouth when she sneezes...
4)...usually after I open a door or window for long periods of time to get a lovely spring breeze
5) she has developed a hatred for all plant life...
6) especially the trees around here...you know the ones....the ones that have fluffy white cotton seeds...cottonwood trees
7)  symptoms mostly alleviated by nasal medication up the nostril and/or children's benadryl.
8) really grumpy and attempts to chew the head off of her father when he asks how she is feeling and if she wants to go outside to play.

Considering I have none of these issues....I'm blaming Jade.

RH