Sunday, June 26, 2011

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The danger of puppies

Sometimes I think Bubba is so cute that I don't know what to do with him.  He gets kisses, and cuddles, and hugs, and I talk to him (I'm really letting it all out here), but there's still that "he's so cute!" feeling at my core.  There's no relief.

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And part of me is glad I didn't have him as a puppy.  He likely looked like this.


It's too much!  I think I would have just spontaneously combusted from all the cuteness.  Or it would have gone something like this...



And he might not have survived.

So it's good for both of us that I never saw that.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Last Saturday in the park

Last weekend, The Violent Offender met me at Mutha Clucker's trike fundraiser at Volunteer Park.  You see, my housemate Mutha Clucker, mother of The Littlest Housemate, needs a new 3 wheeled (for stability!) self-propelled mode of transport for the summer season.  And being that she is currently dealing with a chronic sickness and low on funds she had a little fundraiser with friends.  

It was a beautiful day.


There was a bake sale, musical acts (accordion!), and live poetry readings.  Here's The Violent Offender soaking up some sunshine and watching the entertainment.


With all the food crumbs and abandoned plates on the ground, Bubba wrangling was pretty time-consuming.  I had to resort to giving him treats for staying by my side.  He got some dog treats, muffin pieces, carrots, and even veggie booty.  He does this thing though, if he thinks he's being good, by sitting or laying down, or paying attention to me, and he knows I have treats that he can't believe I'm not giving him, because he's obviously being so good, he'll resort to his version of coercion, which is howling at me.  Here's what it looks like...




It never works, because I don't reward insolence, but yet he still tries.  He does it when his dinner is late and he doesn't want to wait another second, and he did it several times in a dog training class we went to a few weeks ago.

But look, there's food on his face.  Buddy, I don't think you're starving.


One of Mutha Clucker's friends was even a professional face painter!  And by professional, I mean worked at Disneyland for 5 years.  Pretty cool, huh?


And then later that night, The Littlest Housemate and her sleepover friend sang lullabies to Bubba, which put everyone on that bed to sleep.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Oh, the horrors of bathtime!

Bubba hates getting wet. In any form. Rain, puddles, swimming (dear God no!), spray bottles, and yes, baths.

He puts up with it though, because he's a good boy. He'll even come over to the bathtub when called even though every cell of his body is against it.

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And then I make him play dead.  So mean.

Here's what he looks like after bath...


Ah, it's the look of terror. 


And then there's the quaking...

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I try to tell him that at least now he smells nice, but he doesn't seem to care.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

No, there is absolutely no way you can tell I grew up in the country

Came home after an evening of drinks and dinner with The Pennsylvanian Dutch. Heard this on the radio.


Resonates? Yes to maybe. Good song? Definitely. Which depending on how honest I'm feeling right now may or may not have been followed by...


at which point I had to blast past my house and do several more blocks of driving to belt that gem out in the car.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Saturday, Seattle-style

Today's been a pretty good day. Some of us started out on the porch soaking up the sun.

There's Bubba with his new housemate, a Rottweiler named Murdoc that came with The Baker. Murdoc is the sweetest dog, which is good because Bubba tried his hardest the first few days to run him off his territory. He's getting more used to having the new guy around every day. It helps that Murdoc just wants to make friends.

I had free admission to the Seattle Pacific Science Center today, so I convinced Tina Turnher and the littlest housemate to come with. The science center is at the Seattle Center right by the space needle.

Look at that sun, people!

The science center was fun. We checked out the tide pool, some creepy bugs, a few boa constrictors, a naked mole-rat colony (I could have watched them for hours), one hilarious mirror that made us look like little people cartoon characters that we made a fool of ourselves in front of for about 20 minutes, a giant table and chairs that made me more clearly understand the point of view of a little person, some animatronic dinosaurs (without people of course), a giant guitar, an actual theremin, a whisper dish...


and a tropical butterfly house...





And now I'm off to plan dinner tomorrow, vacuum, wash sheets, sweep the porch, and maybe get a movie in.