Campin' Jack

Packed Jack

Back in April, we took Jack on what was probably his first camping trip ever.  For this special occasion, we chose Great Sand Dunes National Park.  It is one of the only national parks that allows dogs in places other than your car or the campground.

We chose this particular weekend because of the full moon.  What we forgot to check was the weather - specifically, the wind.  Jack could have used some doggles, for sure.  When the wind really whipped up, I would scoop Jack up and try to shield him from the sandblasting as much as I could.  Good thing that he totally loves to be cuddled like a little baby.

April nights at the dunes are still a bit nippy.  We brought a doggy camping bed for Jack and some blankets, but he refused to stay in his bed.  Eventually, I would give up and just tuck him under my blankets with me.  It didn't help that his sister, Sky, was with us and isn't a fan of being anywhere but her house after dark.  By the last night, both pups (and people) were so exhausted that we all slept soundly.

While we were in the area, Jack and Sky got to meet some other animals.  There is a local alligator tourist trap (not recommended) where dogs are welcome.  The gators didn't deter the puppies at all, but Jack was terrified of their giant tortoise.  Well, it WAS bigger than him, so can you blame him?

Stay tuned for another doggy camping adventure - this time with ALL of our pups!

Pretend that you see leashes

Happy (Uneventful) New Year!

Hope that your new year is full of dog mis-adventures!  We kicked off 2016 relatively uneventfully, thankfully.  Three years ago, when we first started dating, that wasn't the case.  With champagne glasses in hand, we were all set to cheer in the new year and our newfound love.  Then, came the undisguisable sound of dog hork.  At the exact stroke of midnight, Sky was purging the contents of her belly, which just so happened to be an entire row of homemade cinnamon rolls that she helped herself to earlier in the day.  Wishing you less barf, more bark!

Always an adventure with Sky the Horker

Gas Masks

To borrow a prayer from one of the sisters:  "Dear Jesus, please help this stink go away quickly.  Amen."

After yesterday's birdseed buffet and the ensuing gastrointestinal mayhem, we apparently didn't learn our lesson.  We woke up this morning to spit-shined floors.  It actually took a little while for us to realize that anything was amiss.  Then we saw it.  Under the dining table was evidence of recent destruction.  Just a couple of shredded plastic baggies and an open plastic container that USED to contain a variety of homemade holiday goodies.  Not a crumb left.

These bastards have no shame.  Even though our house is uninhabitable due to toxic gas, and the yard has numerous piles of soft-serve poo, they were still hungry for dessert.  At least they didn't eat the sugar cookies...yet.

Bad to the Bone

Our dogs are badasses.  That's right.  Don't mess with them, because they might eat your face!  Okay, maybe only Jack will.  Old and young dogs in our house are no match for Sir George Boogers.  Even our breast-fed (by her Papa), home-schooled, not-just-a-princess-but-she's-the-fucking-queen takes second seat to a four-pound kitten.  She drools on the floor while Boogers eats her food.  We are sick people who enjoy making her wait to eat while he chows down.  The little snot doesn't even back down once Sky is given the okay to eat.  Boogers is bad to the bone.

Unsolved Mysteries

Does your home suffer from unsolved mysteries?  Ours does.  Over time, we've solved a few of them - like when food disappears off the counters, it is most likely our counter-surfing pup, Sky.  Especially if it is carbs that vanished.  She is truly our carb hound.  And, the others are a bit too dumb to know where to find the good food.

Every once in a while, we have unexplained happenings around here.  Like yesterday, when a mysterious, lone turd was found in the hallway.  It was fresh, soft, and a bit smaller than a cat ball (the toy, not the reproductive part).  Did Jack decide that he really doesn't like the snow, like his last family warned us?  Did a dingleberry fall from Andy's hairy butt?  Did one of the cats do it and try to frame the dogs?  Where is the rest of it?  Do we have a poop-eater in our midst?  We may never know the answer.  Shit happens.

Sky, the carb hound