Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Defiance

de·fi·ance
n.
1. The act or an example of defying; bold resistance to an opposing force or authority.
2. Intentionally contemptuous behavior or attitude; readiness to contend or resist.
3. When my dog waits by the door for a second of hesitation then escapes out of the house when I am trying to go to work.  The act of hiding behind bushes to prevent me from catching him.  


Monday, April 4, 2011

All tucked in


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Belated Kitty Report

I cat-sat for my dear friend's adorable kitty a few weeks ago.  Finch is an amazing cat.  First, he is one of the nicest cats I have ever met, just a wonderful personality.  He leaps into boxes with the enthusiasm of Maru, he cuddles in your lap, he purrs, he meows pleading when you go near his treats and kneads your leg.  He is just a delight.  Also, he is toilet-trained.  Literally.  He pees in the toilet, sitting on the side, with his tail held daintily to the side.  It is just incredible.  Anyway, some pictures:

Purring like a motor..enjoying a good scratch
He loves his bed, but like a good feline, also likes nesting

Snoozing like a good cat

Lap cat



Monday, March 14, 2011

Homework Helper

I went home last night for a family dinner and some quality time with babykins.  I was not disappointed:



It is amazing how much easier it is to feel motivated about schoolwork when such a cute and smooshy pup is present.  Charlie and I both insisted that he accompany me to the metro this morning.  My brother doesn't like driving with Charlie in the car so he was not pleased.  I have to wear a smock over my clothes because Charlie prefers to sit in my lap in the car and he sheds so much!  The route to the metro passes by the office where Charlie goes to the vet.  He started shaking and crying as we got close to the turn-off, such a smart dog!  He was very relieved though that he didn't have to go.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A sad tale

I had to take Charlie to the vet this morning before I went to work.  He has been feeling abandoned and scared (what with all the storms and the wind).  He hid under the covers this morning until I got out of bed, at which point he retreated under the bed.  I couldn't get him out from under the bed and he wasn't tempted by carrots or other food, so I was left with no choice.

I asked him if he wanted to go to work.

Of course, he did.  So with a guilty conscience and a heavy heart I led him into the garage.  He knew when I put the slip leash on him instead of his normal harness what was up.  He went dead weight and I had to lift him into the car, at which point he started shaking and crying.  I still feel so guilty!  He wouldn't look at me when I checked him into the vet and pulled at his leash until he was choking himself.  Sigh.  I am trying to comfort myself by knowing that he had a good weekend and I gave him lots of attention:

Here he is all smooshed in bed:


We also went for a very long and exciting walk in the park:


I still feel guilty though