This is where he pooped. Note the care he took to miss even the wet part of the mat.
But he was the inspiration for this little critter, Wilson My-Cousin-Vinnie Brighidslastname.
So we'll keep him for now.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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I had to go and buy a pair of wellies (not real ones fir-christs-sake, those are over $100!) just so that I could accompany (that means drag, kicking and screaming) my precious angel out to the yard in the rain to do his biznus.
He has however, now learned to shimmy his sweet arse along the wall that is protected by a small eve and then crap on my very fragile wood ferns.
Tomorrow (4/16) marks one year that he has been with us. I bought special dog treats that look like frosted cookies for us to celebrate!
Dear Lord. Special frosted cookies dog treats! How horribly, horribly sad. I keep my dogs on a strict diet of anti-freeze. Makes for a glossy coat. It was not that long ago I looked out the back windows at home and saw my darling Katy pooping in the back yard. They grow up so fast. These things and more is why dady drinks.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for Frosted Cookie Dog Treats. They have helped me grow opposable thumbs.
-Wilson
Well, maybe it is not the arse, but the equipment that the poor little buggers want to protect. Can you imagine having to drag your bits through wet grass, or (shudder) mud, when your bladder is crying out for relief?
And...
Justin is that really dady or should it be Dady?
Pieter. Until I get the DNA test results back, I am just dady to Katy. The other d in daddy will be installed upon positive results of said DNA test.
Wilson. Good to hear from you. No need to call me Lord. Even for me, that sounds a little pompous. "Sir", "your grace" or simply "highness" will suffice. Enjoy the treats and your new thumbs. Had your mother not neutered you, there would have been some really fun things to do with those new thumbs.
OMG! You're all demented! Okay. It IS why I love you all soooo much (and quite frankly, why I fit in so well!). Toodles!
Justin, do let me know if they find any DNA. Your mother will be so proud.
Who on earth said I'd be proud. Between all of you, dogs included I'm seriously questioning my abilities of raising any of you. Oh well when all is said and done you're all the best things to happen to me.
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Mom, the ability to raise us kids is by now a moot point. Too bloody late for excuses! I do blame all of my faults on bad genetics though! In all honesty, you did a pretty good job though. Not great mind you, but middle of the road, you get a B for effort sort of thing. Love you all. One last thing. Please do not lump me in with the bloody dogs. I work so hard to separate myself from all that craziness.
No, we won't lump you in with the extended pack of idle mongrels and pampered curs. After all, they DID turn out to be trainable.
Okay Martine,
I understand being too busy to blog. Trust me, I am the queen of negligent blogs, but if you are going to take a break, it can't be with the picture of dog poo at the top. Every night when I check to see if you've updated, I feel like I should go pooper scoop our yard...lol.
I hope things are going well. I want to see more pictures of the house.
Who is Kim? Never mind. She hit the nail on the head with the poop on the patio comment. Lets go Mart! At the very least put something new up temporarily. Lets shoot for something with a puke theme! Look what Vinny did part 2. By the way, yes we have a contract on the house, and no, the lazy 3 toed sloth of an engineer has not bothered to pass on his findings on our house to us yet. Stupid bugger came out last Friday! Very aggravating stuff, but I am handling it wel....KILL, PILLAGE, BURN...Ooops. Scuse me.
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