Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Spring has sprung ...
This time of year I am always reminded of a little poem I learned as a child ...
Yeah ... I was a special child.
I was reminded of that poem this morning when I saw my first Robin of the year! ... I nearly hit it with my car on the way to work.
Don't worry, folks! I missed ... spring will continue unabated!
"Spring has sprung, the grass is green
I wonder where my birdy's been.
Oh there he is up in the sky
Dropping whitewash in my eye!"
I wonder where my birdy's been.
Oh there he is up in the sky
Dropping whitewash in my eye!"
Yeah ... I was a special child.
I was reminded of that poem this morning when I saw my first Robin of the year! ... I nearly hit it with my car on the way to work.
Don't worry, folks! I missed ... spring will continue unabated!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Why do Shelties have long noses ...
... To keep their leashes up out of the snow while you unlock the car door.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Gio and the Blow Dryer
The boys each have a routine in the morning. I've already blogged about Romeo's Mr. Sock-Face Game that we play when I get dressed. Now it's time to show Gio's morning game ... Singing for the Blow Dryer.
The sound of the blow dryer starting up in the morning will pull him away from any distraction, even food. And for Gio, that is HUGE! His first love is divided equally between tennis balls and food, but the blow dryer will make him drop both of those and come running. He will stand patiently (ie. not freaking out) while I dry my hair. Waiting, and mentally willing the blow dryer down to his level. He loves being "shot" in the face and on the chest, full blast, hot air. Nothing else will do. And once the air hits him, he's singing like a bird! Well ... a bird with laryngitis and that's had too much to drink. I can even sort of control the waver and the pitch of the "singing" by moving the blow dryer back and forth and up or down his chest.
See for yourself ...
Thought I should also point out ... I blew a breaker trying to make this video. Apparently it isn't a good idea to have a TV, stereo, phone, computer, space heater, and blow dryer all on one breaker, eh? Oops.
The sound of the blow dryer starting up in the morning will pull him away from any distraction, even food. And for Gio, that is HUGE! His first love is divided equally between tennis balls and food, but the blow dryer will make him drop both of those and come running. He will stand patiently (ie. not freaking out) while I dry my hair. Waiting, and mentally willing the blow dryer down to his level. He loves being "shot" in the face and on the chest, full blast, hot air. Nothing else will do. And once the air hits him, he's singing like a bird! Well ... a bird with laryngitis and that's had too much to drink. I can even sort of control the waver and the pitch of the "singing" by moving the blow dryer back and forth and up or down his chest.
See for yourself ...
Thought I should also point out ... I blew a breaker trying to make this video. Apparently it isn't a good idea to have a TV, stereo, phone, computer, space heater, and blow dryer all on one breaker, eh? Oops.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Think happy thoughts ...
Today was just one of those days where it feels as if the whole world is out to get you.
Good thing I live with two puppers that are very good at providing comic relief.
Think happy thoughts ... think happy thoughts ... think happy thoughts ...
"MY toy. NOT gonna share."
"What snow?"
I've posted this one before, but it never fails to make me smile.
"I haz a happy!"
Good thing I live with two puppers that are very good at providing comic relief.
Think happy thoughts ... think happy thoughts ... think happy thoughts ...
"MY toy. NOT gonna share." 
"What snow?"I've posted this one before, but it never fails to make me smile.
"I haz a happy!"
Monday, December 8, 2008
Our Secret Santa Gift is Here!
I am friend with a wonderful group of people online, all united by our passion for feeding our pooches a species appropriate diet. For the past year or so, we have held a Secret Santa gift exchange. Usually we host through Elfster.com, it is a really handy little site for organizing a Secret Santa. We were assigned our giftees a couple of weeks ago. "The boys" sent off their present already, and we are waiting (im)patiently for word that our giftee has received it. But today Gio and Romeo's present arrived from their Secret Santa! Judging by the postage address, I think I know who sent it. Unless our real Secret Santa was being crafty and filled in someone else's name on the custom's claim form thingy (is that legal?).
We've set our "opening date" for December 20th, so the boys have to wait a while before they get to see their presents.
Romeo's not very good at being patient ...
We're lucky that there was food cooking in the kitchen. With Gio guarding the stove (you know, to make sure supper doesn't run away), the package survived. If he had got ahold of it, we wouldn't have been able to wait until the 20th to open it. Romeo, though persistent, poses much less of a risk.
We've set our "opening date" for December 20th, so the boys have to wait a while before they get to see their presents.
Romeo's not very good at being patient ...
We're lucky that there was food cooking in the kitchen. With Gio guarding the stove (you know, to make sure supper doesn't run away), the package survived. If he had got ahold of it, we wouldn't have been able to wait until the 20th to open it. Romeo, though persistent, poses much less of a risk.
