I REALLY DON’T HAVE MUCH NEW TO SAY in this post. It’s nothing you haven’t already seen – more photos of dogs, added to the hundreds I’ve already posted of them on this blog.
I know you’re probably sick of them, but this is my life as a crazy pet lady and since my camera follows me, and I tend hang around a pack of mutts…this is what you get.
(Although you will get a Made Me Laugh Monday post later tonight, and it is an absolute RIOT).
Well, Eddie isn’t top dog anymore at the parents residence.
There is a new dog in town.
He’s orange.
He licks things.
He’s fluffy.
And he’s even a little cocky.
His name is Chance, and he’s taken over ever since my parents adopted him from Lost Paws, a no-kill local animal shelter organization.
Chance is a good dog, but he doesn’t fight fair. He’s a bully you see. And if he can’t beat you…
If he can’t outrun you…
If he can’t out-fox you…
He’ll bite you.
Of course King Oliver couldn’t be bothered with their petty troubles and decided to stay in Kevin’s arms where he was safely out of reach.
Kevin took a little too much pity on him.
But where was Rosco the Mole Rat? He was standing his ground. Preparing for battle. Sharpening those Rat Nose teeth. Playing victory music in his head.
Who won in the smack-down between Rosco the Mole Rat and Big Bully Chance?
I’ll let you be the judge.
In memory of Koda Bear, the most ferocious, fearless, loving little Pom-Pom that ever graced this earth. It’s been three months since you passed and we still miss you little guy.
Hope you’re still growling and Pom-Pom dancing in doggy heaven.
Matter of fact, he is a you’ll-eat-whatever-dog-food-I-give-you-and-like-it kind of dog.
He doesn’t mind.
Ollie cracks me up. He stole my stuffed animal and packs it around the house. He steals my socks and hides them in his cage, but this isn’t a bad thing — it means that all the missing socks in my house now have a home and I don’t have to round them up myself. Kind of useful really. Ollie jumps at the word “go” and knows the name Rosco (his brother). He can sit, lay down, crawl and shake. And according to Grams, he can also scare off visiting teachers and the occasional mailman. He has many names, Oliver Twist being the official one, Ollie for short, and then Chaweenie, Jaws, Mutley, Hoover, Pumpa, Dog, Hey You and GET OUT OF THAT GARBAGE.
There are times when I’ve had a long day (for example yesterday, going to work and then back to college for the first time in two weeks) when all I want to do when I get home is crash on the couch and not bother to turn the lights on, when just ignoring everything for even twenty minutes sounds divine. I’ll drag my feet up those steps to Grams’ and knock on the door to pick up Ollie, and he will come bounding out the door and jump on me, and the energy level and excitement from that little dog is enough to keep me going for the night. It’s nice to have something so happy to come home to.
FOR SOME BACKGROUND, you know that I’ve always loved pets, which means I’ve owned anything I could get my hands on. Currently I have two parakeets, a dwarf hamster, a talking dog, and two rabbits. Everything lives in my apartment except the rabbits, some punk kids came around and started letting them out of my yard so I had to move them to my parents house.
Ashley recently caught a rabbit and tried to give it to me, and I immediately started listing the things she shouldn’t feed it. What can I say, I am a walking index of pet advice. It’s kind of pathetic really. I aspired to be a vet, and when that wasn’t possible I looked into being a vet tech. I found a local program, but they wanted $41,500 in TUITION (meaning, not including books) for two years of school which would certify me to spend the rest of my life cleaning cages and taking “temperatures” for roughly $12.75 an hour!
Uh, no thanks.
So here I sit, telling her what not to feed Chester the Rabbit (or Sweetie as Aspen calls him) and I…well…read it for yourself. Let’s just say I’m a PET expert, not a food or spelling expert.
Ashley:
i tried to give the rabbit we found to mom, she wouldn’t take him and says shes giving you your rabbits back someday
Aub:
the rabbits i can’t have at grams because kids let them out, and mom/dad shouldn’t have to care for them.
haha yep those are going.
i dont care about the black one, i’ll miss my brown one tho
Ashley:
is this the same aubrey that wanted to be a vet tech and save baby birds along the freeway?
Aub:
bite it
Ashley:
Glade (her cat) LOOOOOVED The rabbit. he was totally rubbing up against him
Aub:
what a fag (Sorry. You’d have to meet Glade to understand that. He’s antisocial, his best friends are a pair of raccoons and he hates the daylight. You can’t help but make fun of him.)
dude don’t feed the rabbit alvacados or tomatoes, it’ll kill.
Ashley:
altho the rabbit was last seen at the neighbors house–the neighbor called me last night and says “do you have a rabbit”? um…we brought one home yesterday
alvacado???
alvacado??
answer me
dont google it.
alvacado
Aub:
avacado?
heck I dunno.
Ashley:
avacado.
much better
you should try ALvacado’s theyre delicous.
Aub:
bite it
Ashley:
well they are
My favorite part? How she has to tell me “don’t Google it”.
THIS IS TEDDY. He is my mom’s four month old Pomeranian puppy.
Sam’s dog had puppies and we couldn’t resist keeping a few in the family. Oh don’t act surprised. you knew it was coming. And before you ask, yes, I still have Ollie. I think Grams would kill me if I didn’t.
The big pup is Dozer, far right is Sheba, Sable colored mutt is the Mandy the mom, and Teddy is front and center, posing for the camera.
Teddy likes:
Biting the other dogs
Food
Sitting under the sprinkler
Playing “keep away” when you try and catch him
Food
Digging in mud puddles
Food (I feel like we’ve mentioned this before).
Teddy’s Alter-Ego names:
Harvey
Harley
Koda
Peanut
Runtling
No No No!
and my personal favorite, “Hey You”.
While he may look sweet and innocent. . .
With that big pink tongue,
Small sweet face,
and fluffy coat…
don’t let him fool you.
When he thinks you’re not paying attention,
His evil side comes out.
Oh heavens.
It happened.
The evil is out, full force.
. . .And we’re loving every minute.
EVER HEARD THE SAYING “THERE IS NO PHYSCHIATRIST IN THE WORLD LIKE A PUPPY LICKING YOUR FACE” from Ben Williams?
And the one that goes something like, “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?” It seems my dog has given up his habit of being camera shy in pursuit of more worthy endeavors.
Hey Ollie, look at the camera. . .
That’s it. Good boy! Almost there, hold that pose. . .hold it. . .
How did I know that was going to happen?
“In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn’t merely try to train him to be semi human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.” ~Edward Hoagland
So I guess I need to learn to enjoy letting a dog lick my face. Or more specifically my boogers.
MUSINGS OF MO IS PROUD TO INTRODUCE TO YOU MADE ME LAUGH MONDAY! I’ll be posting funny things I’ve found throughout the week, along with images, links and my own personal commentary. Why am I doing this? Because we all know Mondays suck. Because I need a laugh when I’m tired and stressed about starting a new week. Do I really need to give you any more reasons? Ready, set go!
Don’t Mess With My Meal
Man fires at McDonald’s window over breakfast menu – This one is mainly funny because no one got hurt. But seriously? Did they really get that mad because they couldn’t order a Big Mac at three in the morning? Add to the fact that they had a sawed-off shotgun they used to blow out the drive through window, and it’s almost too much for me.
Did this remind anyone else of the lady that called the cops because Burger King wouldn’t make her Western Bacon Burger the right way?
“You’re supposed to be here to protect me” waaah waah waah. . .
“What are we protecting you from, a wrong cheeseburger? Ma’am I’m not sending the deputies down there to enforce that they make your burger the right way”.
Rodents of Unusual Size
For the past few weeks, I’ve had the pleasure of driving past this thing (for lack of a better word) and I have no idea what it is. It is black, about the size of a dog, but looks nothing like one. It is mangled, gnarly – but not in a good way, bloody and black as pitch. I keep wondering why Coonies doesn’t come scrape it off the road. It is a hazard if only for the fact that I can’t stop LOOKING at it. What the heck is that thing? Dog? Oppossom? Dead raccon? Rabies infested tastmanian devil? Who knows. So…I did the only thing I could and opened up an online discussion about it.
Post note: The hazard level of the R.O.U.S. has been confirmed. There was a wreck directly in front of it today.
Move It, Chubs
What can I say, I love offbeat comics, especially ones like this. It’s rude, but at least it’s not some vulgar joke instead.
Now, I think I need me some ice cream. Until next Monday my dears! Feel free to send me things that you find funny, and they may possibly make the cut into AubreyMo’s Made Me Laugh Mondays!
