::BB Photos::

Ok, ok, here are some photos of BB. I finally managed to have the camera and the cord in the same place at the same time. Don't have time to write much because I am heading back out the door to spend the day with a friend as she undergoes what is hopefully her final chemo treatment.

So without further ado, Heeeeeerrre's BB!

Love at first sight, at the park where we met:

BB's 12 week old puppy. You have no idea how hard it was not to stuff him in my shirt and run like hell.

She rode the entire way home on Anna's lap, despite the plush dog-bed on the seat next to her.

The two best dogs in the world:

Bunny nudging:

Ok, hope ya'll are having a wonderful autumn day.

xo

dog photos

You know how on Friday I was at home, with BB (our new Corgi) and the camera, but the camera cord was at the office? Well now I'm at the office and I just realized I left the camera at home. heh. sorry. LOSER.

So for now I will just have to leave you with this visual:

After BB got settled and had been with us few days, we introduced her to Root Beer, Anna's bunny. Well, BB recently (July) had a litter of pups and apparently she's still got those mama-hormones coursing through her veins, because she licked and licked and licked poor Root Beer until he looked like he'd been dipped in a vat of, well, dog spit. Then, as bunny ventured off Anna's lap, BB would stick her nose under the rabbit and nudge him back into Anna's lap, like she knew he was safe there. Eventually Anna placed both the dog and the rabbit in the big, oval dog-bed, you know, the kind with a rim all around it so that it's sort of a bowl? First, BB rolled over onto her side and offered her still-humongous teats to the bunny, who was not interested in the slightest. He just hopped around and BB watched anxiously, not knowing quite what to do with herself. Finally, she stuck her nose under his butt again and gave him a "wheelbarrow ride" all around the entire rim of the dog-bed, his little front paws going as fast as they could to keep up. I thought both Anna and I were going to pee our pants laughing.

Tomorrow, I promise there will be pictures.

Have you ever

been sleeping soundly on your side, and your tongue, in all it's sleepy relaxation let gravity take over, possibly hanging out of your mouth like a dog, but maybe not, and all of a sudden you were rudely awakened by the fact that you CHOMPED on it??

Or is it just me?

::BB::

We got BB yesterday!! For anyone who is new here, BB is a 5 yr. old Cardigan Welsh Corgi that we adopted from a couple in Montana. She has an amazing pedigree (which I really couldn't care less about) and has been a show dog and has had several litters of pups. But now her show days and breeding days are over and it was time for them to find a "retirement" home for her.

Now, as anyone who has read this blog before knows, we already have THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD, Moby. Moby is a mutt that David committed to before he even moved here from Alaska. Moby is the best possible dog for our family: smart, affectionate without being pushy, M-E-L-L-O-W and funny (he smiles when we come home.) David, of course, could not understand why Anna and I wanted another dog when we already had such a great one. Part of it is that I had promised Anna loooong ago, when her dad and I split up, that I would get her her very own dog once we got settled. She's never forgotten that, regardless of how much she adores Moby. And, I just have always wanted a Corgi. After seeing photos of BB, I could just tell that she was the right dog for us, that her personality would be a great fit for our family and with Moby.

Anna and I went over to Coeur d' Alene to pick her up from her previous owners, who were driving from Montana to central Washington. It was love at first sight, for both BB and Anna, and despite having a plush sheep-skin dog bed in the back seat, BB rode the 40 miles home sitting on Anna's lap.

Once we got her home, she was quite skittish. We'd met David and Moby in the park first in order to let them meet on neutral ground. BB wasn't too sure about Moby at the park and growled and snapped at him. But she was just establishing some ground rules. Once we got home, they kept their distance. BB hid under the table and if Moby got too close, she'd either snap at him or run over to one of us to "save her". When I was in the kitchen making dinner, she came and lay nearby, where she could keep an eye on me as Anna sat at the table writing poems about our little black Corgi.

At bed time we put her in Anna's room, but she was so anxious that she wanted to be ON TOP of Anna, which made it impossible for Anna to sleep. So Anna and BB and I slept downstairs. All night long BB paced around the house, click clack click clack click clack on the hardwood floors. Occasionally she'd come lay directly on top of either Anna or me, until we'd shoo her away. At one point, when Moby came downstairs, she wrapped herself around my head and neck like a mink stole. I think both BB and I slept a total of two hours all night.

But today, it's all different. I am off today (National Indian Day! Wahooo!); David got up with Anna and the dogs and I slept for another hour. By the time I got up, BB and Moby had made their peace. As I type this, they are both laying at my feet in the sunlight, watching the birds through the open door.

I don't know how we lucked out, but I have to say that now, we have the TWO BEST DOGS IN THE WORLD. And although he probably won't admit it, even David likes her.

Photos? Oh yeah, I have tons of them! Unfortunatley I left the cord for the camera at work! So there's no way to get them from the camera to the computer. I'll see if I can find one today.

Happy Friday! Be sure and watch the debates tonight!

aarrggghh

No, it's not "talk like a pirate week" (that was last week. Seriously.) I'm so irritated with Blogger. Up until about six months ago, Blogger would automatically notify me via email when someone posted a comment on my blog. It would include the commenter's email so I could reply to them privately if I wanted. But then, out of the blue, Blogger stopped alerting me when someone comments on my blog. EXCEPT FOR ME. When I post a comment, blogger thoughtfully sends me an email letting me know that I've commented on my own damn blog. Er, THANKS.

So now, when someone else, like Imez for instance, posts a comment telling me that I am brilliant (well, she didn't use that exact word but I think she was thinking it) I have no way of replying via email.

Does anyone else have this problem with blogger, and how can I fix it???? (and yes, I've done the obvious and tried to re-set my preferences.)

::random::

*My daughter announced yesterday that she wants to be either a garden gnome or a mushroom for Halloween! I didn't even know that she knew what a garden gnome was, but thanks to her hippie babysitter, that's what she wants to be. Hooray for hippie babysitters!! Oooh man, am I gonna have fun with this. I mean, the only thing that would make me happier is if she wanted to be Maria from The Sound of Music. I just pray that peer pressure doesn't get the best of her and she decides she'd rather be Hannah Montana instead.

*Ever since Anna was about 2, she has LOVED to "cook" in the kitchen. This always involved her putting on an apron, getting out several pots and pans, and mixing, oh, say, orange juice, brown sugar, oregano, balsamic vinegar and enough chili powder to kill a horse. And then she'd proudly put it into tiny dishes and set them in front of Eric and I, waiting patiently for us to try it. Yum. She even did this when we had dinner parties; "appetizers" she called it. It was very cute until we noticed that our spices were depleting rapidly and we never had what we needed when we went to the cupboard. We had to lay down the law, that she could ONLY help in the kitchen when we were cooking. Which, of course, took all the fun out of it.

Well, lately, she has rediscovered the joy of cooking. Her dad has a GIGANTIC garden and they have spent many hours over the past month or so canning tomatoes and making sauces. She has even come up with an imaginary restaurant, called Cousco's Cafe. She was telling me all about it last night, as she helped me make manicotti. "Daddy and I have this restaurant, and we use only organic vegetables from a big community garden and we share our food with whoever needs it." I love that kid.

Eric just called and told me that for her birthday, he is having an apron and a chef's toque made with the name of their restaurant embroidered on them for her! Is that not the coolest gift ever? Almost as good as the year she turned 4 and ALL SHE WANTED for her birthday was a Praying Mantis. Oh, yeah, let me just run down to the, uh, Freaky Insect Store and get one for you. Well, wouldn't you know it, that on the very day of her birthday, Eric was on a job site and as he walked by a bush, there was a Praying Mantis sitting there. He's a good dad. She's a lucky kid.

*Today is BB day!! We are going to pick her up this evening in Coeur d' Alene. Last weekend Anna and I went and bought all the accoutrement that a new-to-us dog requires: a sheep-skin for her to lay on, a new collar and leash and of course some toys of her very own. Anna has the sheep-skin set up on the foot of her bed, so that BB knows that she is supposed to sleep there. We even, oh lord this is kind of embarrassing, got a little foot stool for her so that she can get on the bed without hurting herself. I will, of course, post photos when we get her. We are just a little bit excited.

*Also, it has been almost two weeks and I still like my new husband!!! In fact, I'd go so far as to say I like him even more, now that we are married. And not just because he can no longer make "squatter" jokes and threaten to make me move out. As I've told him (and I think he actually gets it): you can say whatever you want in your head, just don't let it come out. And THAT my friends, is the key to a happy marriage.

::humor::

I've decided that the reason I think Anna is so damn funny is because I have the sense of humor of a 7 year old. This morning as we were waiting in line at the coffee shop, we were laughing hysterically, tears rolling down our cheeks. The girl who opened the window to take our order (our friend and babysitter Melissa) asked what we were laughing at; I just couldn't bring myself to admit that it was because Anna and I thought it was sooooo funny to say, in a mock French accent "Ooooh, I just LOVE how this seat warms my buttocks!!"

Then, on the way to school, she as telling me how she and her friends at school love to chase Josh, her cousin who is a year older than them. Apparently it's become quite the organized effort; poor Josh has had to enlist "guards" to try to protect him from the pack of charging 7 year old girls. Although, she said shaking her head sadly, his guards are quite "weak and senseless."

Seriously, what did I laugh about before I had this child??