Thursday, November 10, 2011

Fall Day

I AM THE OLIVE. DISCIPLINE IS FUTILE.








Sunday, November 6, 2011

LEAVES!

MAD DOG!!!

Uncle John and Mom

Mom threw Jax in the leafpile



LEAFMAGEDDON!!!

Say hello to my little friend!



This is the only photo we could get of Olive.  She was not terribly cooperative.

Mom bought Jax and me bowties and Olive got a flower collar.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Faiza!

Mom talked to Adrienne the other day and she sent us some photos of my niece, Faiza--all grown up now!  We remember when she was just a pudgy, bossy puppy:)

Faiza (foreground) playing in the pond at Grand Paws

She's every bit as pretty as we remembered!

Friday, July 22, 2011

TGIF

Today was a day of firsts, mes chers!  Jax's first visit as a therapy dog and our first time eating Answers Raw Goat Milk (with organic cinnamon and honey--yum!).  We have a photo from the therapy visit...not so much from the milk.  It was slurped up rather quickly...

Jax with a new friend!
Anywho, Jax behaved perfectly (as usual) and was the toast of the Alzheimer's ward.  Everyone loved the pretty dog and his cute little tricks.  Many residents enjoyed telling us about their past dogs as they stroked his soft fur.  They also thought he was a girl and kept calling him "Jacqueline"--heehee!  So Mom began to introduce him simply as "Jax."  He accepted their shaking hands and sporadic movements with great patience and affection.  I think he has found his new calling!!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Heat Wave

Allo, mes chers!  I hope you all are staying cool.  Mom has been taking us out at 5:30am and again around 8pm to avoid the worst of this oppressive heat.  Since she can keep up with them, she walksruns Jax and Olive around our neighborhood through all the good smells and critter haunts.  All the neighbors come out to smile and make that pathetic "awww" sound.  If Mom walks me instead (our usual 8pm routine), no one stops to look.  They scoot along the road rather quickly.  *sigh*  No love for poor old Spurtacus...
Since there is no hope of Mom ever keeping up with me, she takes me somewhere to run--most recently we have had the good fortune to play soccer in Grandma's backyard.  And guess who we've found!  My beloved Anatole, believed dead, but alive (enough) for our favorite game.  I don't know if you remember him from old photos, but he was once bright yellow, blue, and white.  Now he's...not so much.  But I still love him!  He remains the only soccer ball I've never punctured.  A survival rate of 1 out of 5 isn't so bad:)

Behold the Anatole!
I am the happiest dog alive...especially when I think of all those Spur-shaped biscuits left from the Race for Recovery sitting on the kitchen table!

Specially made for me! Wheat free beef cookie with honey mustard glaze:)

Friday, July 15, 2011

Dignity

It takes a REAL dog to pull off red Doggles and an aviator cap.  And slice of Canine Quiche...