The Prosecution Rests

Hey The Man!

Yes, Dirtbunny.

Did you go to work today?

Yes, Dirtbunny.

Did you stay at work today?

Yes, Dirtbunny.

Did you sneak home in the middle of the day?

No, Dirtbunny.

Did you sneak home in the middle of the day to take a nap on the big bed?

No, Dirtbunny.

Did you sneak home in the middle of the day to take a nap on the big bed with your good friend Crocodile?

No, Dirtbunny.

Then how do you explain.......THIS!

J'accuse!

Did you know

Kirby has just finished his Saturday-afternoon bath (I know, I know, it's Tuesday night and we made him wait and he was extra super itchy because of our laziness) and he is enjoying his post-bath rawhide, which means he's tearing around high on dog crack. And that made me think of this:


Did you know that each closet and cabinet door in your house makes a unique sound? The closet where we keep the dog food and the dog treats and the cartons of soy milk and the bottles of seltzer water and the vacuum cleaner bags sounds exactly like the closet where The Man keeps his shirts. But The Boys know the difference.



They never come running for a nice clean, crisp dress shirt.

Bunny makes a grilled cheese sandwich

.....from some of those little orange plastic individually-wrapped squares of cheese. I know it's not really cheese, and I know I could do better, but it's a guilty pleasure.

Great Grandmother's Spatula, woman! Do you realize you have cheese up there? Where's our cheese?

More about dogs and weather

We are in the middle of Tropical Storm Hanna here, or whatever. Chez Nous is west of the fall line so we don't really have hurricanes all that much, not even close to what the coastal areas get. When a hurricane comes through, we get a lot of rain and a lot of wind and some tree branches go down, and some people lose power, but we don't flood on this side of the fall line and people's houses don't have their roofs blown off unless a tree falls on it. I looked out the window a few minutes ago in the middle of a brief wind gust and got to see water flowing uphill, which was pretty cool, but then the wind changed direction and the show was over. I like a good rain and we're pretty low-risk, so I'm happy. But not everyone around here is happy:

Pobrecito! There will be no outdoor doggy fun time today. This is what happened when Bunny went outside ALONE yesterday to take a picture of knitting:

"Step aside, Young Grasshopper. I'll handle this."

Look at Tiki's little ears! Hee hee

No, he's not going to give up. He escaped from his crate once by not giving up until the crate was destroyed, and that taught him to never, ever...... ever ..... (blah blah blah) ever

[Bunny goes away for a little coffee]

ever

ever

[Bunny does the bills]

ever

ever

[you get the idea]

...ever give up. Given enough time, he probably can come through that door.

Bone Wars

If you have a dog, you know this already:

rawhide = crack

My Boys love them some rawhide. Kirby has a bizarre ritual he likes to perform with his. We couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing until Tiki came to live here. Once we saw Tiki successfully bury a rawhide in the yard, we realized that Kirby had been trying to bury his in the floor in his usual incompetent way.

Bunny to the old man: "I think Kirby may be retarded."

The old man to Bunny: "What do you mean, 'you think?'"

The introduction of the Yarn Bandit into the household has changed the whole rawhide thing. It used to be that Kirby would just carry his around the house in his mouth and he pranced around all "look what I got!" and he'd chew it and then just leave it when he got tired and come back to it later. No can do any more. Tiki would steal it. So now what happens is Tiki immediately take his and hides it somewhere. Kirby prances for a while, then he chews it and tries to finish it before Tiki can take it, with Tiki staring him down at close range the whole time. Poor Kirbs. Sometimes I can tell he's getting tired but doesn't dare stop because he doesn't understand that there will always be another rawhide. When I can see that we've gotten to that point, I take it from him. He pouts, but soon he forgets about it, and I give it back later when he's had some rest.

If The Man tries to take Kirby's rawhide, Kirby growls. GROWLS! and sometimes BARKS!

So here is Kirby trying unsuccessfully to bury his rawhide in a dog bed:

Look at those hind legs all tensed up for leverage!

Here he is trying to poke it down with his nose.

That didn't work too well, so he tried to use his nose to scrape some "dirt" over it.

That didn't work either. Unfortunately, the dog bed is all one piece.

Plan B: Let's dig a hole!

Hmmm. no.

Plan C: I'm high! I'm high on dog crack! I'm going to tear around the house! The aftermath of that is here:

He has relocated Tiki's wubbie from the bedroom to the living room.

Tiki, on the other hand, knows that if you're going to hide something, you need to put it under something else. He likes to put his down between the sofa cushions, but here he is putting it under the crate pad:

I have to, I mean get to, look at his butthole all day, so I don't know why you should be spared.

Just so you know, it's not that Kirby can't hide things. He hid his chew toy in the crate, as you can see here, along with more Tiki hiding the rawhide:

Not great, but not so bad, either. He's just not very good at it. And sometimes he forgets how.

Retarded or not, he's perfect exactly the way he is.

Good Stuff in the Mail today

Yarn and Dexter, Season 2.

Plus, here's the Yarn Bandit shaking his ears. He shredded a paperback book yesterday. Now it has no cover and the index only goes up to "P." Lucky for him he's so goddamned cute.

Dirtbunny's Yew Bush

So in our living room, we have a big bow window. And outside in front of the window is a huge, overgrown yew bush. Last year, during the 1.8 billion dollar landscape expenditure, they chopped off the top half of the bush, promising me ever so faithfully that it would come back. It's pretty funny looking. From the outside, it looks like a yew bush. But from inside the house, it looks like a yew bush that has been scooped out--a nice green shell on the outside, but nuthin but twigs on top and on the inside. It is starting to come back, slowly, and in the mean time, we can see all the critters who like to hang out in the bushes, like this guy:

That is a chipmunk butt. Is it Chip?

I think it might be Dale. It's hard to tell, especially if you are looking at bad photos.

Yep, that's Dale (like I would know). He can't possibly be oblivious to the presence of dogs here, so I can only conclude that he doesn't see The Boys as much of a threat. It's nice to see him carousing around all bold and tough. He's probably right about the threat level. I have a feeling that if my boys were any good at hunting critters, they wouldn't have ended up as rescue dogs, and so much the better for us all. The fact that he runs around leaving a trail gives The Boys some good stuff to sniff when they go outside (and they love that bush).