I leave my room for all of 30 seconds and come back to the least guilty looking dog of all time.
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Only the most normal of people’s instant reaction to receiving Lindt chocolate bunnies is to attach their bells to the nearest animal’s legs.
Bailee and Ambrose playing tug of war with a crocodile.
Don’t you just love it when a dog uses your brand new (not even 2 weeks old) camera as a chew toy? And gains surely an equal amount of enjoyment as they would from gnawing on a stick? I just love when that happens.
I left it in my bag, on a high shelf on my bookcase last night. I woke up to find the contents scattered over my room, all devoured beyond repair. There were three dogs sleeping in my room last night, but only one of them is tall enough to have reached that shelf. Just look at this being of pure evil:
The most amazing thing is that it even had the (quite tightly fitting) protective cover on, but he managed to chew through that, pull it off and then mangle the camera out of shape, smash the screen and crack the lens. Thanks dude. Apparently this ad was false advertising, “shockproof and waterproof” does not mean “dog proof”.
Oh yeah, and it’s not like I needed my almost brand new passport with still 10 years validity in like 6 weeks either. I’ve looked it up and to replace a damaged passport you only have to do the entire application and pay the full fee again, and apparently you risk being turned away at the border if your passport is damaged in anyway, so that’s cool too.
(P.S. No, the camera does not work at all)
This is how normal people eat their dinner.
My dad tells me that Lucy has started a new habit of burrowing under the fence and taking herself for walkies every day when they go to work. She tends to spend the day with a different person each time. The first time she did it, she visited a man who called my dad at the end of the day and said “Hi, yes, I’ve got your dog, and I’ve written a poem about her.” Here is that poem.
An excitable puppy called Lucy
Took over to the neighbours to see
All the resident cats
Who responded with spats
And was escorted home you see.
Yes, he’s used the word ‘spats’, and rhymed ‘see’ with ‘see’, but I applaud his efforts, and may be in love with him.
Ambrose and Bailee napping together.
I’m going back in my blog to find a particular post and have come across this, one of my favourite pictures of Ambrose and Bailee ever. This was my desktop background for ages, nawwwwww!
Haha, this is when she noticed I was watching her and she tried to get out too quickly and slipped.
My blog’s mood needs to be lightened a bit, so here’s a picture of Bailee standing in a bird bath.
It’s Ambrose the happiest freaking dog in the world. I dare you to find a happier one. Okay yes he does pee on me every time I see him but that’s from excitement and love (and just a little fear that I am there to take him back to K9).
He was so happy to have that bed. And now he has a boat bed, at least 110x better than that one, my only aim in life is to one day be as happy as Ambrose is over the prospect of walkies.
P.S. I like your new tumblr layout-thing.
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When I was playing this Skipping Girl Vinegar recording earlier, which is a super sad song about Mark/Sare’s grandmother dying, Bailee started howling because (one can only assume) she was so touched by the song.
ANNIE IS GONE. PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRAWL INTO A HOLE AND DIE.
No one ever allow me to convince myself that fostering dogs is an okay idea ever again. I miss her so much and she’s only been gone like 15 minutes. Wahhhh, Annie was (still is I guess) the best greyhound in the world. I’m so sad. I can’t feel happy for her because I just want her back here again.
