Little Dog: Winterized and ready for deer camp!

A little camo during the holidays is never a bad thing...

The Plano Balloon Festival...

Yes... Little Dog is terrified of the Balloons. Not terrified as in the cowering under the furniture kind of terrified, but the kind of terrified that warrants her barking really, really loudly at the Balloons going over head...

REALLY - REALLY loudly...

I didn't even notice them, until the poop tried to shoot out of my colon when she started barking....

Early morning Hasenpfeffer!

Little Dog got her first taste of rabbit this morning - along with a chunk of the fence. She probably gave her self a concussion, but the look on her face as she was chewing that rabbit's butt made me think that she didn't care... Mmmmmmm - mmmmm Hasenpfeffer!

I'll just leave this here - Happy Saturday!

I believe there will be moments like this more often than not...

Victory is MINE!!!

New Stuff -

Yes - that's where she sleeps...

Ever see the movie 'The Shining?'

Lack of Communication

Today I learned that verbal communication with Little Dog doesn't always work. It most cases it's a matter of me not understanding what she wants - she stares, she barks, she snorts at me and jumps at my fingers, but I have no idea what the message is.

 At what must be an agonizing amount of time for a puppy with this much to convey and no way to convey it, she just flops down and does this:

I guess a belly rub will have to suffice until she broadens my canine vocabulary...

About Little Dog

She is part Terrier and part Dachshund dog - and very smart... sometimes too smart for her own good.
She is currently staring at me in stunned disbelief that I didn't give her any people food tonight. She rolled over, she lay down and whined, she tried the Jedi cuteness mind tricks - nothing worked. I'm sure her doggy brain is trying to figure out how that could possibly happen. I would think this very comical if I didn't know that some form of heinous fuckery was afoot in a revenge pooping somewhere in my future...

Another thing to note is that the ice maker on the fridge is so loud when set to the 'crushed ice' mode that it causes Little Dog to yelp and pee wherever she happens to be in the house, so no crushed ice anymore - only cubes.

Stuff from the new casa