Lord Dudlington of Sleepyshire
"I am so exhausted from an entire day of xxxtreme laziness."
Grody Beef Tongue
Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Daily Dose of Cute
Lord Dudlington of Sleepyshire
"I am so exhausted from an entire day of xxxtreme laziness."
Grody Beef Tongue
Daily Dose of Cute
Imagine our delight when the local paper announced that the Farmer's Market would be opening last Saturday -- with a GOAT PARADE!
Of course, this got me out of bed bright and early. Camera in hand, I hastened to the Market to observe the Défilé de Chèvre, where I snapped this beauty:
(Upon seeing this photo whilst talking on the phone with me, 'Liss immediately insisted that this goat's name was "Minerva". I had no response to that except to LOL.)
You have now seen thirty-three percent of the goat parade.
That's right -- the entire Prozession der Ziegen was three goats (really cute, bedazzled goats, to be sure, but just the three).
Because with less than three goats, I suppose you can't really call it a "parade" -- as all true goat-fanciers know, the technical term for two goats is "a couple of goats".
You can see the other 66% of the parade, below the fold.
Ms. Prim and Proper (not her real name).
Baby Goat Zen Master
Disclaimer: Goats were petted in the making of this documentary.
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Matilda, age 8
Olivia, age 6
Sophie, age 2
Dudley, age 2
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Dudley, demonstrating why one of Iain's many nicknames for him is "Nosehead."
This weekend, Dudley had a play-date with Van, who is the Shar Pei-in-residence at KBlogz Manor. It was the first time they met, and it's the first time Van's really had a chance to play with another dog since his big brother Twister died.
I wish I'd had my camera with me, because the two of them were sooooooo cute together. They ran around the backyard together, play-bowing at each other and making dramatic snorty noises, and, inside, Dudley was rolling onto his back and pawing up at Van, who dodged Dudley's paws to nudge his belleh with his big wrinkly nose. At dinnertime, they kept switching bowls. "What do you have over here? Oh! It's the same thing I had over there! NOM NOM NOM." It was ridiculous.
Honestly, the two of them together was killing me. Van is just this adorbz snub-nosed wrinkled tank, and Dudley is so the opposite. The Laurel and Hardy of dogs.
MamaBlogz got some pix; when/if she uploads them, I'll post them.
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Video Description: A short clip of Iain playing chase with Dudley at the dog park, on a recent grey day when we were the only ones there. Dudley was doing these long, beautiful arcs as he ran, graceful and goofy at the same time, and I couldn't be bothered to film much, because I wanted to set the camera down and join in the game.
A couple of still pix are below the fold (on most browsers)...
The three of us were doing a lap around the park, three ducks all in a row, and I fell back to take this picture. Right after I snapped it, Iain and Dudley both stopped in their tracks, turned, and looked at me, at precisely the same moment. Dudley chattered his teeth at me: Hurry up, Two-Legs! Iain grinned: "Come on, woman!" I laughed and ran to catch up.
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Video Description: Dudley the Greyhound plays with his favorite new toy, a plush pig, which has a squeaker, a honker, and crunchy ears for maximum noise-making fun. The only thing that can make him abandon Piggy is when he thinks food might be on offer.
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Recently, Dudley has started not wanting to go in his crate when we leave. It's not that he won't, because he's a good boy, but he is obviously less thrilled about it than he used to be. We suspected he's confident enough in this environment now that he feels like he doesn't need the crate anymore, so we started, in small steps, getting him used to being home alone. (And the crate's still there if he feels like he needs it.)
He's been ridiculously awesome. He hasn't been destructive, hasn't peed in the house in protest, hasn't even touched the catfood.
So yesterday was a big test: Three hours at home alone. I bought him Piggy so he'd have a nice reward for being a good boy if he'd done well. And he did! He greeted us at the door with a wagging tail, not even looking the least bit anxious, so he got his new toy.
And they are now officially BFFs.
When he does the wild ear-flapping (seen in the video @ 1:15), I just laugh and laugh and laugh.
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Tilsy looks deceptively thoughtful, but it's really just
a series of clicks and buzzing in there.
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Ms. Matilda, who is quite genuinely one of the sweetest creatures I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She is equal parts affectionate, awkward, and silly—and if there is such a think as cat dorks, she is their queen.
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"I may look like I am just harmlessly lying here on the couch, contemplating my existence as cat, but I see you out that window, little birds, and one day you will be mine. Oh, yes. One day, you will be mine."
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Cute Cat is cute.
Sophie does this EVERY TIME I walk up (or down) the stairs: She leaps onto a step and immediately rolls onto her back and looks irresistibly adorable, so I CANNOT PASS until I give her indulgent belleh rubs.
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Dudley
Sophie
Olivia
Matilda
In the Garden
When I took Dudley out for a walk earlier, he made a beeline for a particular shrub, where he sniffed intently for a few moments, then looked up at me proudly before walking away. At first, I didn't even see at what he was sniffing.
But then I looked closer...
And closer...
Until I finally saw what it was that had caught his nose.
Despite this indubitably impressive camouflage, the warren of rabbits who live in our garden rarely even rely on this evolutionary safeguard, frequently just sitting out on the lawn like, "Yo, what's up?" They are either unusually friendly, or possibly stupid, rabbits who are simply not afraid of people or giant rabbit-chasing dogs.
Or dogs that are supposed to chase rabbits, anyway. Dudley's utter indifference to chasing this rabbit, upon having discovered it, might indicate why he was a retired racer before the age of two.
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"I can haz treat, plz?"
"I attack your toe! Your toe is minez!"
"I love you. Plz pet me."
"We're all out of cute captions here. Move along, Two-Legs."
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A quick one of Dudley doing his thing at the dog park. It was such a nasty day (last Saturday) that we were the only ones there.
I tried again to get some good still shots of Dudley in motion, which is quite difficult. It's just hard to keep him in frame, because he's so fast. Half of my shots end up looking like this:
Most of the rest are just a blur of motion. Even manually setting focus in anticipation of his movement, i.e. sports shooting, it's tough to capture him in frame and in focus. The best luck I have is with continuous shooting; out of 100 or more shots, I'm likely to get about half a dozen good ones.
I love how joyful he looks in those shots. This one, however, is probably my favorite of the day:
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"Mmph, urgh, grumph. Two-Legs, this position isn't working for me!"
"That's better. Now rub mah belleh!"
"Purrrrrrrrrrfect."
