Works of Art, Part 2

She Looks Good And She Knows It.

Sometimes I Feel That Way Too!

Spring. Bah, humbug!

First Day of School -- 7:30 - 8:30 am

7:30 am. I had to get a kid off to school. Sorry, no photos of the kid, so here's a photo of Tucker.

8:00 am. Molly and Tucker get an unscheduled walk.

Because emergencies happen.

First Day of School -- 10:30 - 1:00 pm

10:30 am. Good golly, Miss Molly likes her crate.



11:15 am. Lucy and Clue.
Two fat asses and a pit bull.

(One of the fat asses is taking the photo.)

First Day of School -- 3:00-4:30pm

3:00 pm Browser and Thomas go for their walk.



3:30 pm. Bad Tucker and Molly.

I had to become a housecleaner for a change.
Afterwards I became a babysitter and fed the [human] infant while mom had a few things to do around the house. I really enjoyed sitting with the baby after a long day with the dogs.

HUH?

Several months ago, I was walking these beautiful English Springer Spanials, Tucker and Molly. A man and his son were also walking, and the man stopped to ask if my dogs were bassett hounds. I told him what breed they were, and tried to keep from laughing.
Yesterday I saw the same guy again, sans the son. He asked if my dogs were irish setters this time!
He was actually really quiet cute asking about their breeds, and then he asked if he could pet them, when I agreed, he held out the back of his hand for the dogs to sniff. I was really quiet impressed at how he knew what to do (ask first, then let the dogs sniff the back of his hand).

Happy Adoption Days

A year and a half ago, I adopted Max after the death of my precious fur baby, Aunt Sue. I saw Max on MyYahoo, looking for a home. He was in NJ. I figured being on Yahoo with that face, he must have had dozens of people applying to adopt him. But I was the lucky one.
Some friends offered to drive me to Jersey, where we met with the adoption agency halfway, in the Ikea parking lot, under the big green letter J. It was like a drug deal: i traded an envelope of money for a big fat orange tabby. Maybe it was more like paying a ransome. At any rate, I cried when I saw him. He reminded me of Aunt Sue, the best orange tabby ever! (At least on this side of the Mississippi).
I was planning on picking him up alone, but i am glad I got the ride, so I could share this happy day with some very good human friends, and spend more time bonding with my new son.




Yesterday I went with a client to pick up her new fur baby, Molly. About a month and a half ago, she lost her wheaton terrier, Baily, unexpectantly. (read about Baily in a prior posting). It was a very happy day. For the first time I got to share the happiness with a client. Too often i had accompanied them to vets to put their babies down, or to the crematorium for final rights. I am tired of crying in saddness. Yesterday I joined the new proud mom in tears of joy.

Long live Max, and Long Live Molly!