Buddy, don’t mind if you do take a drink.
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She’s going to be a big dog.
IMG_8113, originally uploaded by gotshoo.
Mrs. Shoo woke me up last night about right after the quake hit. I am a deep sleeper, especially when I can’t sleep because there is a Deep Catch ‘best of’ marathon going on till 2 a.m. I thought nothing of the quake other than the bed was shaking. Which brings up the question, why would I think the bed shaking was normal?
Of course, Mrs. Shoo wakes right up and tells me that she thinks we had an earthquake. In a mid-awake slur, I tell her she’s crazy and to go back to bed.
Yup, I could have slept through the whole thing.
Mother Nature just does not want to let it up. It’s suppose to get down to 36 tonight with a chance of flurries after midnight with no accumulation. I want it to be 65 and sunny now, please.
Ever since Lebowski Fest Exhibition Experience, I’ve developed a habit of calling every noun in the book, dude. It irritates Mrs. Shoo all the time. We took a short walk tonight and the dogs were pulling really hard in the opposite direction to smell poop or some kind dead animal. I yell at the dogs, “Dudes! Cut it out!” Mrs. Shoo turns around and gives me the look ‘omg, I can’t believe you just uttered that sentence.’
Oh well. Dudes.
Everyone is just chilling out tonight.
Mrs. Shoo usually opens the door to the bedroom in the morning so Clancy can come in and snuggle. I just don’t understand why he has to lick my face then immediately afterwards lick his butt.
Buddy and Clancy are not much to keep up on laundry.
Owning two dogs and taking them to the vet ain’t cheap! Yet another recycled photo.
Can get any more comfortable than this.
I’ve been sick as a dog the last two days. I finally made it to Prompt Care this morning for the obligatory throat gag and a prescription for a Z pack.
Photo by Mrs. Shoo
Buddy was my buddy during tonight’s American Idol. Mrs. Shoo cheated and looked online to see if Josiah made it to the top 24. I won’t spoil it here… but the dogs could have cared less.
In other news, it’s friggn’ cold out.
Watching dogs sleep can be rather amusing. They toss, they turn, they snore. And snore loud. For the last fifteen minutes I’ve watched Clancy move to five different positions. Right now he’s on the couch on his side with his butt up in the air and hind legs in the spread eagle position. This is why he is not allowed in the bed and is vanquished to the kitchen floor.
Bud is snoring up a storm right under the laptop. He loves to burrow. Another reason why he too is vanquished to the kitchen floor after things close up at the Shoo household.
The funniest thing has to be when they have ‘puppy dreams.’ Their whole bodies twitch, noses wiggle, and sometimes even a yelp. You have to wonder what they dream about; chasing small animals, doggie treats… bitches. Probably not so much on the last one as they were both snipped as puppies and really don’t have the ‘urges.’
Clancy yet again moved. He appeared as if he was trying to do the Soulja Boy dance. Well, it’s time for me to burrow in my bed.
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