October 22, 2012

Pegasus II  coming in 2014
Shadows coming in 2013

Oh the adorable . . .

 

WELL SORT OF.  NOW THE LITTLE PERISHER IS CONSTIPATED.  ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.  So I’ve been taking her outdoors and running her around, and she Assumes the Position and then . . . nothing happens.  ARRRRRRRRRGH.  So just now we were having a magnificent battle over a an ex-ball of twine*, and she stopped suddenly, and with that seamless meld of one activity into another that puppies do so well, crapped on the FLOOR.  OKAY MR RUIN-YOUR-PUPPY KNOW-ALL DOG-TRAINER CREEP, WHAT’S YOUR MAGIC FORMULA FOR RECOVERING FROM DIARRHOEA VIA CONSTIPATION?  OH, NO, WAIT, IF I WERE A GOOD PUPPY OWNER SHE WOULDN’T (A) HAVE GOT DIARRHOEA AND THEREFORE (B) BOOMERANG CONSTIPATION WOULD NOT BE AN ISSUE.  OR, AS YOU MIGHT SAY, A NON ISSUE.  Meanwhile, there is no doubt that our house-training has taken a gigantic leap backwards, but, you know, somehow I think we’ll all recover.  Just not on schedule.

Meanwhile.  I promised you a photo blog tonight.**

These first three are from last Sunday. This is one of Pavlova’s aunties, Mississippi Mud Pie. Missy for short.

 

Are we too cute? Yes, we are too cute.

 

That is Southdowner, by the way, mostly off screen, offering CHEESE.

 

AWWWWWWWWW. Lap time.

 

Yes you are going to lie there quietly. Because I say so, and I am the hellgoddess.

AWWWWWWWWWW revisited. Also, BIGGER.

 

I would never have believed Chaos as the patient uncle if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

 

Note puppy blur. She’s moving faster than the lens can snap. Also, I couldn’t make up my mind about whether to set the light for indoor or outdoor since there are both involved here. The kitchen floor is about the right colour, as is Pavlova, but Chaos is much more fawn and not so silver.

 

PLAAAAAAAAY WITH MEEEEEE PLEEEEEEEZ I ADOOOOOOOOORE YOU.

 

The funny thing is that Chaos gets out of the hellhound bed of his own accord and then stands there being hammered by a puppy, looking more and more miserable. Eventually I pick her up and let him escape.

I guess we’re going to keep her.

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* Kittens and yarn?  Let me tell you about puppies and twine.

** Not that I can be trusted about these things.   You are warned.

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