Not that such a sign would have prevented NOPD from murdering Jax, but I do recommend that all animal guardians post something similar on their premises. The ASPCA offers free “in case of emergency, rescue my pet” stickers, and they’re readily available elsewhere for a small fee. (It’s probably a good idea to post one at every entrance to your home.) And if you leave your animals outdoors in a fenced area, a “beware of dog” or “do not open gate” sign is a good idea, too. We got ours from signswithanattitude.com, and have one posted on each set of gate doors.

Not that these babies will fuck anyone up…more likely they’ll make a mad dash for freedom and chase a bird right down the street. The hawks are circling for Rennie, methinks.

(Crossposted from.)

—————

Tagged: lol lolz my furbabies dachshund wiener dog rat terrier Jack Russell terrier Ralphie Peedee O-Ren Kaylee Jayne signs signage dog canine pet companion animal

So I’m back, mostly at least. The surgery went well; the laughing gas and sedatives knocked me on my arse more than anything else. The whole first day I couldn’t keep much of anything down, not even liquids and Vicodin, and so I spent all of Thursday alternating between napping and puking. (A stomach empty save for Dr. Pepper makes for surprisingly interesting vomit. No, for reals.) By Friday my back was seized up from laying around, but I was too dazed to do much of anything else. Same for Saturday. Yesterday I was restless enough that I dragged my but into the office and slogged through my email. Not fun, but at least I got to sit upright for a bit. Yoga felt soooo goood this morning, I almost did it twice.

All in all, the whole experience was not as fun as I’d hoped. I’d had grandiose visions of spending a weekend catching up on Netflix movies, reading a book or two, and just generally milking the sympathy. Not so much. And the caffeine withdrawal (there was a 36 hour stretch where I couldn’t eat *at all*) sure didn’t help matters.

Aside from the four gaping holes in my mouth, I’m good. Good enough to make some lolz, anyways. Here’s a Kaylee series, after she had six teeth removed last March. Her old “owners” sucked ass, but the only thing we can do about that now is love on her and laugh about it as best we can. And edumakate others. So, take your animals to the vet, people, otherwise this is what happens.

Such a sweet face, even with those crazy teefs!

(Crossposted from.)

————-

Tagged: my furbabies lol lolz loldog kaylee rat terrier jack russell terrier teeth dental dental surgery your featherhead dental extractions dentist neglect flickr photos

The Monday blahs, I gots ‘em. Luckily, it’s nothing a little Rennie can’t cure.

This was taken last Wednesday, on her birthday the day after her birthday (not yet 30 and the brain’s already turning to mush). I tried to get some action shots of her chasingchasingchasing the ball, but this was the best of the batch. She’s quick, I’m not. Nothing much else to say.

I did manage to snag some photos of the elusive Jayne, though. With her eyes open and everything!

You can check out the whole set here.

——————–

Tagged: dog canine pet companion animal my furbabies Ralphie Peedee O-Ren Jayne Kaylee dachshund wiener dog hot dog rat terrier terrier mutt Jack Russell terrier flickr photos

Today is Miss O-Ren’s fourth birthday!

Since she was a stray, we don’t technically know when her “real” birthday is, so we just celebrate her birthday on her adoption day. Which makes today Little Missy’s three-year adoption anniversary, too!

Here’s our teeny tiny bundle the day we brought her home, kennel cough and all. Such a scrawny little girl, she was.

I guess she gets cheated like that, as do most of our babies (Ralphie and Peedee are the only two who get to celebrate both their birthdays and their anniversaries - lucky SOBs), but we spoil her the rest of the year, so that more than makes up for it. Besides, her date of adoption may as well be her birthday - ’twas the first day of the rest of her life, right?

She’s just the picture of total dog bliss nowadays:

(more…)

I was looking back through some of my babydoggy posts, and realized that I forgot to share the poem that Shane wrote for Kaylee last September. (Here are Ralphie and Peedee’s odes; O-Ren and Jayne are still waiting on theirs.) So here it be, along with some photos of my babygirl. Sweetest dog ever, she is. And shiny, too!

Yeah, it’s only the 24th. But the beauty of celebrating a made-up holiday is that you can celebrate it any mofo day you want!

Only one dog made the FSMas card this year, since we couldn’t get more than three together for any one shot. Outtakes after the jump.

(more…)

——————–

Tagged: lol lolz lol cats teh internets dog canine rat terrier Jack Russell terrier Kaylee my furbabies holidays observances fsmas xmas christmas presents nipples

Just look at the shit I put ‘em through:

(more…)

Get right with D-O-G!:

These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 

That’s right: the Ralphster turns the Big One-O today. My little man, all grown up.

*Sniffles*

I don’t want to get all melancholy on what should be a day of joy, happiness and celebration, so I’ll try to overlook the bittersweetness that is the double-digit canine birthday milestone and instead reflect on the six wonderful years (and hopefully six+ more!) I’ve spent with My Other Boyfriend ™. Ralphie truly is the best wiener dog a girl could ask for.

*Sighs*

K, enough of that. Let’s break out the pictures!

(more…)

Even though Shane wrote this poem to our “second-born” (adopted, really…he’s only the third-oldest, after Ralphie and Kaylee) months ago, today seems a fitting day to crosspost it here. Our little baby turns five (!) today! Seems like only yesterday, he was a wee little pup, peeing on my doormat at 2 in the morning, while I struggled frantically to get my shoes on and let him and his untrained bladder outside. Sigh. Them were the days.

Happy birthday, Mr. Peedee.