Month: October 2015

A sad realization

I throw like a 2-year-old. Not even a little girl. A 2-year-old. And I have recent personal experience relating to how a 2-year-old throws things.


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Two new things learned

1. Spike had never seen an elevator before today.

2. Spike had never seen a cat before today. I’d been worried she go all tornado-terrier on them, but hadn’t taken into account that they’re about her size. She wasn’t too sure what they were, except for extremely odd.

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New duds from Value Village

Every smallish dog, even a mastiff stuffed into a tight skin, needs a harness (it’s too easy to damage a wee neck). Plus, with this one, it gives her more freedom to run up and down the lead line without the coiled lead getting in her face. Amazing what you can get at Value Village for not very much. Fetching (har har), ain’t she? 😉 And it came with a matching lead to boot.


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Spike keeps me busy

This wee hound thinks 20 of each day’s allotted 24 hours revolve around Play! Chase! Fetch! Tug! Rip Apart! And she can be quite persistent in getting this person to stop what she’s doing and provide appropriate Play Support.spikeduck2.jpg

Wot’s dat? It makes sad noise. Don’t think I likes it.


Well, maybe I’ll try one bite. No. Tastes funny. Like forn food.


I haz Ball! We will Play. I make it wet and gooey, then you get it.


Look! I save you from fierce beast wot was tryin’ to eat yer toes! I am brave Lifesaver Dog!


OK, tired now. Time for nap! Then we do Neighborhood Patrol!

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