The Road Less Travelled

If Only...

If only Godzilla could still fit in a popcorn bucket.

Before | After

Leg Extensions.

Intersections

Not bad for being taken blindly with my DSLR with one hand, as if viewed from my left hip, right? :) Don't mind Kirby, he's waiting for the blinky red hand on the other side of the street to turn into a white man.

Four Miles

"...Is not nearly long enough for a run, silly human! Do you think we are made of glass? That was just a warm up. Now you will pay for that tiny walk, in entertainment by throwing this Spider Ball two-hundred times! But first you will have to get it from me.... And it's MINE."



"Yeah! Stumpy Legs need more play time! This Gingerbread Man still needs to die! And the Flappy Fox needs to die, and Flappy Santa needs to die, and Flappy Ostrich needs to die..."


"Yeah! No, wait. Four miles? No! Yeah! Stop! Wait... Hey... I was sleeping. "

I'm Tall.

And don't you forget it, small pink creature.

Holly after 4 Miles

Just call me "KIRBYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

Underdog

If you've ever had to call Lens Cap at your Photographer...

WHUMP!

THERE IT IS

So, there's this planter...

There is a large planter in my backyard that is constructed out of an old recycled bath tub. It is quite high, and provides ample space for backyard vegetable growth, without having to dig into the lawn (which, by the way, has the world's worst drainage.)

Spring planting will probably start in late March. However, somebody thought it would be a good idea to start early. Today, actually. More precisely, tonight. In the dark. In the rain. The rain which creates a planter full of wet, wet, wet soil. Apparently, the tastiest kind. Thank you Jan Van de Heyden for inventing the hose.
and now somebody is no longer the fluffy man that he is supposed to be, although it's better than the brown swamp monster man.

Surprise, it wasn't Holly.

Hey! Nobody's perfect!

Please don't cut my nails... Please don't cut my nails...

The girls were getting really bad about cheating on stays and edging their butts around, so we had to go out and work on full orbit stays. I don't know if Holly hated this game more, or the Recall Over Candy Game more.

It's Happening.

The bows seen on this dog...



...and that dog, and every dog that comes off of my grooming table, are being sold on this site. I've already pre-tied several dozen bows, have a very dozen more rolls of designs sitting on my desk, and have my camera warmed up. Stand by for more listings. :)

The Sun is Out!

YIPPEE!

Don't Forget About Holly!

You've been looking at too much Little Dog!

Yes, realize that it has not snowed in Vancouver in weeks. I apologize for using expired pictures and not abiding to the Kirby-a-Day rules. The Rebel is coming on today's and tomorrow's excursions, I promise.

February is Dental Awareness Month

...And boy does it have great timing.

For those of you who don't already know, those are Kirby's teeth. Why are his pearly whites on my kitchen counter, you ask? I sent my intense friend to the vet on the morning of January 23rd to have a broken tooth looked at (slab fracture on an upper premolar, apparently the most common of dental breakages), and when I received him later that afternoon, he was that tooth, and a whole bunch of its friends. I was devastated. Kirby's toothy smile is part of Kirby. It makes me swoon. It is perfect.

Kirby is the picture of health. He has maintained great muscle mass over the years, he has never been overweight, I can count the number of times that his ears have needed cleaning in his lifetime on one hand, and he has not lost one ounce of drive. And I am crazy. I've always known that Beardy Little Creatures are prone to dental problems, so I give raw bones regularly, and carefully watch for proper chewing techniques; I provide a dental water additive, and inspect teeth for damage regularly. Kirby had NO tartar build up on his teeth, other than around the site of the break. I was actually under the impression that his teeth were perfect. Unfortunately, I've been fighting a losing battle, and Kirby's "loose gums" still took his smile away.

It's frustrating, feeling like you're doing everything right, then being blind-sided when the smile disappears.

Say, What are Those?

Dog is Peeking Out

Peek.

Dear Snowball,

I will momentarily feed you to my dog.

Thanks.

Best Read Ever

I urge everybody to read this article, and its follow-up article, posted today. It describes the people that I spend half of my life avoiding.

Are my dogs friendly? Yes. Well, two-thirds friendly, and one-third tolerant, at this point. Today, I was able to go for a nice long walk with my dogs attached with music in my ears. This is something that I haven't been able to do in eight months. Because now, after eight months of hard work, I no longer have to keep my head on a swivel and worry about the cats, dogs, unusual people, squirrels, birds, motorcycles, bicycles, strollers, wheelchairs, or other foreign objects that the dog might see and panic about. Most of the above listed things were easy to control exposure to. MDIFs made the "dogs" one very difficult. One bad MDIF could send rehab back days to weeks.

We're friendly, but we're busy walking!