Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Full of It

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Buffet is Closed

Charlie is the most food-oriented dog I've ever known. We try to keep him on the thin side, but even when he manages to plump up a little, he's always starved. Want to trim his nails? Have someone there to hold a treat. Want to get out of the house without a scene? Throw a treat down the hall and step out. Want to get him back in the house? You got it -- stick your head out the door and yell "puppy treats".

Hence he's always viewed the yard as a kind self-serve deli, where he can score some calories. And since his palate can, at best, be called undiscriminating, Charlie's only unsupervised trips to the yard are for doing business. Fortunately, the temptation of a good milkbone or other legal treat has usually brought him running back when done. Until last week.


I don't know what it is (I suspect cat poop), but something new and apparently edible became available at the side of the house. He'd go outside, ostensibly to do business, and then make a bee-line for the side yard and start snuffling through the leaves I'd let collect there. Only my going up to him and teasing him and promising a puppy treat would break his concentration and get Charlie back in the house.

I've raked up all those leaves now, and with any luck gotten rid of the doggie delicacies. Assuming the cat plays along too, hopefully the cycle will be broken. Keep your fingers crossed.

Is that a guilty look or what?


Thursday, December 03, 2009


"I promise I'll be good, and I won't bother the company! I won't head-butt their arms. I won't paw them to hold hands. I won't climb in their laps and check out their plates. Unless they offer; then you have to admit that's ok...."

"Awwwww... you never believe me!"