Recipe:
Ingredients = 12 inches of snow + 2 Eskies + 1 Elizabethan collar
Step 1: The Snow Cone Kid assumes the Prepare-to-Scoop position with fuzzbutt in air.
Step 2: Load Snow into Cone.
Step 3: Toss snow into air.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Puppy Update
The 
Summer of Puppies is past and all the little ones are adopted including Mama! Here's pictures of puppies as they looked right before they left the nest. From the top: Bosley, Sabrina, Garrett, Charlie, Kelly and Tiffany.
Summer of Puppies is past and all the little ones are adopted including Mama! Here's pictures of puppies as they looked right before they left the nest. From the top: Bosley, Sabrina, Garrett, Charlie, Kelly and Tiffany. Friday, July 10, 2009
PUPPIES!!! We have puppies!
The picture says it all. Well, okay, it doesn't say much about why none of the children look anything like the mother!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Barefoot and pregnant in the Summertime
I avoid anything on 4 feet under the age of 2 like the plague. So then how is it I find myself caring for a precious Eskie girl about to give birth to 6, maybe 7? Some citizen (well you'll have to agree they could not have been human) tied the sweet little thing to a bench in front of the local humane shelter and left her there. More info and pics to come!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Picture-window Perfect
Merry Christmas! On the first day of Christmas myself gave to me, a replacement for my broken window.
Yes, folks, I bought myself a big expensive Christmas present -- instead of simply repairing the glass broken during the Storm Damage episode staring Hurricane Honey Bear, the powers that be (namely me, myself and I) decided to get the window I really wanted -- a beautiful bay window that increases the amount of sunshine let in and better illuminates the gaping hole in the carpet left by The Mystery of the Missing Carpet episode.
Here's some before pictures --
Notice the lovely cardboard keeping shards of glass from falling onto the lovely mauve-esque carpet and the lovely blue carpet padding showing through the missing carpet.
Notice how we were fashion-forward and did NOT use silver duct tape to keep the glass shards together.
And here is after --
Now I'm not suggesting you let an Eskie be your interior designer but I gotta say this is a definite improvement inside and out!
Yes, folks, I bought myself a big expensive Christmas present -- instead of simply repairing the glass broken during the Storm Damage episode staring Hurricane Honey Bear, the powers that be (namely me, myself and I) decided to get the window I really wanted -- a beautiful bay window that increases the amount of sunshine let in and better illuminates the gaping hole in the carpet left by The Mystery of the Missing Carpet episode.
Here's some before pictures --
Notice the lovely cardboard keeping shards of glass from falling onto the lovely mauve-esque carpet and the lovely blue carpet padding showing through the missing carpet.
Notice how we were fashion-forward and did NOT use silver duct tape to keep the glass shards together.
And here is after --
Now I'm not suggesting you let an Eskie be your interior designer but I gotta say this is a definite improvement inside and out!
Friday, September 19, 2008
It was a dark and stormy night . . .
I think I know why Snoopy in the Peanuts comic strip always started his stories out, "It was a dark and stormy night." He or one of his litter mates were probably afraid of storms so it was the scariest setting he could think of for his literary efforts.
I used to enjoy the deep rumblings, exciting flashes and, if I didn't have to venture outside, the sound of the peaceful falling rain. And then there were dogs in my life.
As if it wasn't hard enough convincing them they need to perform all necessary bodily functions outside as usual, there's the frequent foster or four-legged visitor that acts as if every thunder storm is punishment from God for every bad thought and evil deed and like Adam in the Garden of Eden they run and hide as if the next lightning bolt has their name on it.
Popular thought is to ignore them and not reward their fearful behavior. This works for some.
Several Eskies have responded well to calmly holding them throughout the storm and ignoring the storm instead of ignoring the Eskie. Of course if you have chores to do or are sitting in your favorite chair checking email on your laptop it can get pretty interesting if your four-legged friend is over 30 pounds!
Some have preferred to go into their crates with all their favorite things and hide there under the storm passes. This is fine as long as they are not panting and working themselves up even more.
I'd love to hear what has worked for others. Meanwhile here's hoping the skies are blue!
I used to enjoy the deep rumblings, exciting flashes and, if I didn't have to venture outside, the sound of the peaceful falling rain. And then there were dogs in my life.
As if it wasn't hard enough convincing them they need to perform all necessary bodily functions outside as usual, there's the frequent foster or four-legged visitor that acts as if every thunder storm is punishment from God for every bad thought and evil deed and like Adam in the Garden of Eden they run and hide as if the next lightning bolt has their name on it.
Popular thought is to ignore them and not reward their fearful behavior. This works for some.
Several Eskies have responded well to calmly holding them throughout the storm and ignoring the storm instead of ignoring the Eskie. Of course if you have chores to do or are sitting in your favorite chair checking email on your laptop it can get pretty interesting if your four-legged friend is over 30 pounds!
Some have preferred to go into their crates with all their favorite things and hide there under the storm passes. This is fine as long as they are not panting and working themselves up even more.
I'd love to hear what has worked for others. Meanwhile here's hoping the skies are blue!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Storm Damage
Friday the tornados missed our neighborhood even though we could see rotation in the clouds as they passed over. Other areas near by were not so fortunate. Even though they were small, weak and short-lived tornados and no one was killed they devastated the lives of those they did touch.
Saturday Hurricane Ike was far to our South and now it looks like even Ike's heavy rains will miss our area.
So what storm damage do we have? Let's call it Hurricane Honey Bear. Hater of all who dare pass within his eyesight. Protector of all property from intruders. First responder to all knocks at the door.
The scene is set in the living room at the front of house, graced with a large window. To protect the window from direct hits by Hurricane Honey Bear a couch has been placed in front of the window. To be specific it is a settee that was thoughtfully covered with leather to withstand Hurricane Honey Bear but said leather is definitly showing wear and in some places has given up the fight altogether.
Whenever intruders threaten Hurricane Honey Bear gathers speed and with all the force his 40 pounds can muster he launches towards that large front window a million times a day. Most of the time the settee can manage to stay on all four of it's delicate legs but sometimes it will teeter backwards towards the window and many times it will tilt back all the way and tip over to the point it meets the window sill. You'd think it would scare the dog so bad he'd remember not to do such a crazy stunt. But alas he hates intruders more than he fears tipping over.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Big Kitty is playing in safety with the door closed so Hurricane Honey Bear can't eat him as a quick snack. Big Kitty, being a smart cat and loving to taunt the stupid canines, has learned to knock on the kitchen door to get the dogs barking. I never hear Big Kitty laughing out loud but he always has a very smug look on his face after one of these ruses.
So during a rare quiet moment this Saturday afternoon while The Staff is checking email and reading the paper in the den, Big Kitty gets bored and knocks on the kitchen door. Hurricane Honey Bear leaps into action and at full speed and full volume lauches towards the living room and the poor settee. Suddenly there's a loud CRUNCH THUD and silence.
Staff 1: "I don't EVEN want to know what that was."
Staff 2: "Okay. I'll go see what it was." Silence. "OMG!" Silence.
Hurricane Honey Bear had blasted the settee through the window.
Thank God for double-paned windows, cardboard and duct tape. Anbody know a good repairman?
Saturday Hurricane Ike was far to our South and now it looks like even Ike's heavy rains will miss our area.
So what storm damage do we have? Let's call it Hurricane Honey Bear. Hater of all who dare pass within his eyesight. Protector of all property from intruders. First responder to all knocks at the door.
The scene is set in the living room at the front of house, graced with a large window. To protect the window from direct hits by Hurricane Honey Bear a couch has been placed in front of the window. To be specific it is a settee that was thoughtfully covered with leather to withstand Hurricane Honey Bear but said leather is definitly showing wear and in some places has given up the fight altogether.
Whenever intruders threaten Hurricane Honey Bear gathers speed and with all the force his 40 pounds can muster he launches towards that large front window a million times a day. Most of the time the settee can manage to stay on all four of it's delicate legs but sometimes it will teeter backwards towards the window and many times it will tilt back all the way and tip over to the point it meets the window sill. You'd think it would scare the dog so bad he'd remember not to do such a crazy stunt. But alas he hates intruders more than he fears tipping over.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Big Kitty is playing in safety with the door closed so Hurricane Honey Bear can't eat him as a quick snack. Big Kitty, being a smart cat and loving to taunt the stupid canines, has learned to knock on the kitchen door to get the dogs barking. I never hear Big Kitty laughing out loud but he always has a very smug look on his face after one of these ruses.
So during a rare quiet moment this Saturday afternoon while The Staff is checking email and reading the paper in the den, Big Kitty gets bored and knocks on the kitchen door. Hurricane Honey Bear leaps into action and at full speed and full volume lauches towards the living room and the poor settee. Suddenly there's a loud CRUNCH THUD and silence.
Staff 1: "I don't EVEN want to know what that was."
Staff 2: "Okay. I'll go see what it was." Silence. "OMG!" Silence.
Hurricane Honey Bear had blasted the settee through the window.
Thank God for double-paned windows, cardboard and duct tape. Anbody know a good repairman?
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