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spooning

This happened at our house last night:

That’s Riley. Spooning with Marshall, a 16 week old kitten that ways 30 times less than Riley. I wish they got along better.

our dogs are mistreated

We got home from bowling, took care of a few things, and our dogs have not moved from this position. It’s a shame they live such a rough life.

365 day project – 1 more time!

As an homage to one of my favorite Flickr photographers, I gave my own version of 2011 a go… until Marshall came in at the tiniest sound of food being dropped onto the table.*

*Afterwards, we decided we couldn’t remember if we fed him today or not. PET OWNERS OF THE YEAR.

puppy, kitten, and me

Riley was there first, then I sat next to him, and then Marshall needed to join in the pile, too. The three of us were not impressed with the last 2 minutes of the Gophers/Badgers basketball game.

More about Marshall

This is what the last two nights have been like for me as soon as I get home from work. Not sure if it’s the cold weather or if I’m getting sick or what, Marshall doesn’t seem to mind for one single second.

Secondly, we noticed that he was six toes. He’s totally from Key West. I kind of love him even more… weird extra toe and all. That damn thing better not be opposable or we’re all screwed.

Look. I have a new phone.

That also clearly has a awesome camera app.

see, i really have been busy

I still have postcards from Chicago I’m determined to still mail. There are still hundreds of photos from our trip that need to be uploaded and edited. And I still owe a brief write up of The 3 day to nobody else but myself. All of these things have been put on the back burner with The Kid’s school starting back up, putting in some volunteer time with Pet Project Rescue, and catching up on Mount Dirty Laundry.

And then there are our latest in the department of foster puppies. Best guess is they’re part husky/shepard/heeler/who knows what else. First, we had eight week old brother and sister, Metro and Wolfie:

Metro’s new home includes someone that works from home on a daily basis, so he’ll get a ton of attention.

Wolfie’s new dad was possibly the sweetest, most excited emo kid I’ve ever met in my life. He’s changing her name to Mila and was totally smitten with her.

And now, currently awaiting their forever homes, two more puppies from the same litter: Oliver and Newton. If I knew they wouldn’t grow into giants, I’d strongly consider snatching one of these two little guys up.

Oliver is a shy little guy, but he’s very smart. Already three times tonight, he’s managed to steal one of The General’s balls of yarn and run underneath the TV stand to play with it, because he knows we can’t reach him under there. I threatened to give him another bath if he did it again, and since then, he’s been keeping his nose clean.

And this is Newton, by far my favorite of the puppies. He’s almost twice the size of Oliver, but as sweet as can be. I think he’s my favorite, because he can appreciate a good Law & Order:SVU marathon just about as much as I can.  Not the brightest out of the litter, but, hey, we can’t all be cute and smart, can we?

As soon as these last two guys find somewhere to live permanently, I’ll try to get back to my regularly programmed blogging schedule. Or maybe I’ll just find another excuse to avoid it, which seems to be the norm lately.

(As usual, all photos borrowed from Pet Project Rescue. These puppies move way too fast for my camera!)

what you see here is my butt

You know who else saw it?

The entire Cub Foods in St. Anthony. Sorry, folks.

#26 and #27

Meet Jaws. She’s a 6 year old long haired Chihuahua. She’s possibly the sweetest dog in the world and that tongue doesn’t really stay in her mouth all that often.

And meet Cheese. She’s a four year old long haired Chihuahua, who’s almost just as sweet.

These two girls were rescued from a puppy mill/backyard breeding situation in South Dakota. We picked them up on Saturday and they’ve both turned into fantastic little lap dogs. We’re having a pretty loud thunderstorm right now, and they haven’t even flinched.

Adopt them, please?

(pictures stolen from Pet Project Rescue’s Facebook Fan Page!)

merlyn’s on a boat

One of my favorite parts of foster is seeing what the dogs end up like when they get older.

Merlyn was our 9th foster dog. We got him in January 2009. He was just a little squirt:

He found a new (absolutely perfect) home with a couple my parents’ age and another dog, a lab-sized dog, named Mia. And here he is now:

He’s all legs! And on a boat!