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Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Daily Dose of Cute
Today, Matilda's mobile groomer came to the house to give her a bath and trim her grody butt, since Tils can't be bothered to clean herself and would sooner destroy my soul than let me do it. She is now in her favorite corner of the loft, pouting and gazing upon the rest of us with haughty disdain.
In other words: Situation Normal.
Daily Dose of Cute
Dudley, as I may have mentioned once or twice or three thousand times, is a lazy git. The other night, he was lying on the loveseat, and Zelda wanted to play tug-o-war with him, but instead of getting up off his lazy ass to play with her, he stayed put, trying to play with her from his repose, while she valiantly struggled to convince him to get with the program.
(Set to a section of William Shatner's original self-authored track, "Struggle." Which, by the way, is amazing.)
Video Description: Zelly carries a long, stuffing-free plushy skunk in her mouth over to Dudley, who's lying on the loveseat. He takes the opposite end in his mouth and they wrestle with it, Zelly pulling backwards to try to get him off the couch. He drops the end. She picks it up and offers it back to him. Rinse. Repeat. She tries spinning in a circle. Another circle. Offers him the skunk again. She drops it and they nuzzle. She picks it up again. Circle. Offer. He takes it. He wrestles with her half-heartedly. Drops it. She offers it again. He licks himself disinterestedly, then flops over. He paws at her; she sneaks underneath his paw and gives herself butt-scratches using his lazy paws. (Hilarious.) Then she drops the skunk and walks away. "Welp, at least I got some butt-scratches out of the deal!"
Continuing on the theme of laziness, this is what I discovered when I walked upstairs into the loft last night:
He literally will not move ANYTHING that is in his way when he wants to lie somewhere. There was once a piece of paper, a single looseleaf piece of notepaper, lying on the downstairs loveseat, and instead of moving it, he sat in front of the loveseat and whined like the giant baby that he is until I got up and moved it for him.
Meanwhile, here's Zelly this morning, looking cute as she surveys the yard to make sure the homestead is safe from wind-caught plastic bags, squirrels, and other ne'er-do-wells.
Truly, I will never get over the irresistible cuteness of those Dorito ears. NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!
Daily Dose of Cute
We've had quite the thunderstorm here in Ellis County, TX over the past 18 hours. On top of that, we are coming off of the worst heat wave/drought in 30 years or so. There is now a rushing river behind my parents' house, where before there was just a dry gulch. Storms after droughts spell flash-flood warnings, so that means even the kitties who usually stay outside get comfy indoor nesting areas during weather advisories. We don't want any casualties!
This was the scene at our place at 5:20 this morning, as lightning and sheets of rain raged over the floodplain outside:
Dougie, age 4: "You expect me to go squat where now?"
Frobozz, age 12: "I ain't going out there neither, human--I'm fine right here in my stroller. ANY QUESTIONS?"
Daily Dose of Cute
"What?"
So, I'm out walking the dogs earlier, and they're doing their usual thing—trotting along, being no trouble, sniffing about at various Stinks of Interest as we move down the (new!) sidewalk. And we're walking, and we're walking, and, at one point, I look down to discover that the little Dorito-earned rapscallion pictured above has somehow acquired a GIANT PIECE OF FRIED CHICKEN and is just happily bopping along beside me with it in her mouth.
Where this piece of chicken came from I have no idea. It probably fell out of a garbage bin into one of the lingering piles of snow at the ends of driveways, and she managed to scoop it up without missing a step.
"Eww! Where did you find that?!" I laugh-exclaimed, reaching down for it. "Drop it." She spit it into my hand and grinned. I tossed it aside, and she gave me a pitiable look. "That's grody," I told her. "I'll give you a good treat when we get home."
And so I did.
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Below, a quick little video of Dudley being lazy after our incredibly taxing 15-minute walk.
Bonus Weekend Cute
We had eight inches of snow here yesterday during our first serious winter storm of the year. Today, however, was a beautiful sunny day, and the dogs and I had all kinds of fun running around in the backyard. I do love a good gorgeous winter day.
Video Description: Dudley and Zelly run around the backyard, through piles of snow that somehow don't even slow them down in the slightest.
That was at the tail-end (very punny!) of a burst of energy that sent Dudley around the yard at top speed for dozens of laps. He just loves running around in the snow. And Zelly loves chasing him. She also has enormous amounts of fun burying her wee muzzle in a snow drift then looking up at me with snow all over her face, sending me into gales of laughter.
For those who can't view video, here are some still pix:
Zelda
Dudz
Daily Dose of Cute
So, earlier today, I gave Dudley and Zelda each a biscuit and then they wanted to go outside. So we went outside, biscuits in tow, and then the two of them commenced to be giant babies because they like to lie down in the grass to eat their biscuits, but there's icky crappy coldy snow on the ground! This is especially traumatic for Dudz, who is basically naked with no body fat to keep him warm, but nonetheless refuses to wear his coat and boots.
"I can neither run nor do my business in them! Shut up!"—Dudley.
So anyway, here is the worst thing to happen in the history of America (#LittleEdie), and please forgive my heavy breathing; I'd just been running around the yard with them before I started filming and I apparently will never learn not to hold the camera directly in front of my face.
Dudley and Zelda play with their biscuits in the snow, then carry them around, looking for a place to lie down. Dudley sits his skinny buttsy on the ground, then immediately stands back up, his biscuit hanging out of his mouth (vertically, natch). The dogs look at each other, like, "What now?"For those who can't view video, still pix of all the furry residents are below the fold.
Dudley spins in a circle, then trots toward me. Considers lying down several more times; looks confused. I laugh. "Dudley, would you like to take your bone inside?" He ignores me. "Do you wanna go inside?" He trots away. (It should be noted he knows what "inside" means, and he does NOT want to go there, despite its provided ease of biscuit-devouring.) He runs over to the grass bush (to which he is allergic) and drops his biscuit to the ground where he starts to munch it.
Meanwhile, Zelly stands in the middle of the yard with her biscuit on the ground. I laugh. "What about you, Zelda?" She picks up the biscuit, then drops it again and runs over to Dudz. She investigates what he's doing, then returns to sniff around for her biscuit. Dudley comes meandering back over with silly ears and half a biscuit. He looks pathetic. "Dudley," I say laughing, "I'm thinking maybe we should just go back in." He looks at me. "What do you think?" He trots away to the far side of the yard.
Zelda retrieves her biscuit out of the snow, wagging her tail at its discovery, and then finally lies down in the snow to eat it. Dudley stands on the far side of the yard, eating his bone with his back to me, just to make sure I know he can do it! Shut up!
"This is truly the saddest thing I've ever seen," I say. "Well, actually, it may be only the saddest thing I've seen since Agony Antler."
Daily Dose of Cute
When we first got Dudley, he was so scared of me touching him that he'd pee on himself in fright if I got near him. Yesterday, not quite two years later, I was sitting on the loveseat in the living room when Dudley hopped up next to me and laid his head across my lap.
That was a remarkable moment, because, even though he has now long loved affection, and would cozy up next to you if you sat beside him, he hasn't been the type to initiate an intimate snuggle. That, Zelda taught him.
Video Description: Zelda grabs a plushy lobster from the dogs' toy bin and carries it, through a sea of scattered toys, over to Dudley's dog bed where he is lying. She lines up next to him, then lies down beside him, carefully threading herself between his gangly legs. (When Zelly first got here, she'd try this maneuver and Dudz would hop up and walk away.) She chews contentedly on the lobster. "What are you doing, puppies?" I ask, from behind the camera. Zelly looks at me, then goes back to chewing. "Are you being good dogs? Djohhhh. So cute."
Daily Dose of Cute
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig streeeeeeeeeeeeeetch!
Two of Sophie's favorite stair games are: Try to Trip Two-Legs While She's Walking Down the Stairs, and Tease the Dogs Then Run Up the Stairs and Dash Behind the Couch. There is just soooooo much fun to be had!
Daily Dose of Cute
Matilda, age 9.
Olivia, age 7.
Sophie, age 3.
Dudley, age 3.
Zelda, age 2.
Daily Dose of Cute
"Yes, hello, is this the Complaint Line? I have a complaint I'd like to make about a dog who keeps sniffing my ass despite my most fervent hissing protestations. Also, she continually steals my spot next to Two-Legs! The wanton thievery of this usurping interloper forces me to sit on THE OTHER SIDE of Two-Legs, which, yes, I will begrudgingly admit, is just as good, but that is NOT THE POINT."
"I have no idea who or what she is talking about." *wink*
Wow
Video Description: Video, from a new BBC special called "Earthflight," of common cranes flying over Venice. What's remarkable is that the video is shot from among the V of the flying cranes, getting in slow-motion and amazing detail every feather and every sinuous move of the cranes' lovely long necks.
How did they do it? "Common cranes have been hand-reared to fly alongside a microlight to capture these images. Earthflight uses many different filming techniques to create the experience of flying with birds."
[Via Andy.]
Daily Dose of Cute
Dudley
Earlier today, Zelda was indicating to me that she wanted something. "Food?" I asked, holding up my left index finger, "Or out?" holding up my right. Instead of touching a finger to give her answer, she went back to her old method of urgently jabbing me with her nose when running backward, a habit that earned her the nickname "Jabba the Mutt."
"Yes, I know you want something, Zelly," I told her. "Food or out?" She jumped up next to me and licked my face.
"Food or out?" She jumped back down and Jabba the Mutted me.
Dudley, who appeared to be asleep on the couch rolled over with a groan, got up, came over to me and poked my right finger with his nose.
I laughed, then let them out.
Bath Time for Baby Sloths
Too much cute. Can't even process.
Video Description: Baby sloths are gently removed from their cages by their handlers, who are two women, one of whom appears to be white and one of whom appears to be a woman of color. The baby sloths are placed into a big plastic container which has been fitted with wooden racks from which the baby sloths can hang, while the women carry the container to a bathing area. The baby sloths are washed, looking adorable and making adorable squeaky sounds, then dipped in a tea bath to protect them from parasites. Then they're taken to a sort of baby sloth jungle gym where they're allowed to "drip-dry" before they're toweled off. They squeak and look suuuuuuuper cute! Then they are returned to their cages and given hibiscus flowers, which are a highly valued sloth treat! Then: Naptime! Crushing amounts of slothy cuteness. The end.
[Via TDW.]
