Interspecies Cuddling! Dudley and Matilda.
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Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Daily Dose of Cute
It's hot! And after a long walk yesterday, we had some hot dogs panting their faces off in our living room!
Video Description: Zelda sits on the chaise in front of me, panting, her blue-spotted tongue lolling out of her mouth. Dudley stands in the background, also panting. "Why don't you guys drink some water?" I suggest. Zelda is all "good idea!" and hops up and goes to the water bowl. Lap lap lap. Dudley looks like he's considering it, then turns, like he might flop on the couch instead. "Dudley, why don't you drink some water?" I say. He walks back to the water dish; turns and looks at Iain. "Drink some water, silly!" he says. "Go on, Dudz!" I tell him. He looks at me, tongue lolling. He looks into the kitchen. Looks at Iain. "Dudley," I say. "Drink some water, c'mon." *kissy noises* He looks at me then finally goes to the bowl. Lap lap lap. "That's a good boy," I tell him. He stands and pants, looking around. "The tongue of doom," I say. "C'mere, Dudz." *kissy noises* "Come." He starts to come to me, then thinks better, looks in the kitchen (because he wants a treat, which I won't give him yet because bloat), then drinks some more water. Zelda lies on the floor nearby, panting and lolling her mottled tongue. Dudley stands and lolls. "What a good boy," I tell him.
"It's hot!"
"It's hot!"
"We're so hot!"
Daily Dose of Cute
Video Description: Zelly the Black-and-Tan Mutt lies in the grass, her head up, ears alert, sniffing the air, surveying the garden. I pan to the right to find Dudley the Greyhound, lying in the grass, sunning himself dreamily.
Not-Watch Dog and Watch Dog
Zelly
Dudz
Photo of the Day
From the Telegraph's Pictures of the Day for 21 June 2012: A jaguar cub bats at his mother while she stands over him at the San Diego Zoo in California. [Ken Bohn/AFP/GettyImages]That wee jaguar baby belly may literally be the cutest thing I have ever seen.
Daily Dose of Cute
Sophie
Olivia
Matilda
So many snuggles await!
Daily Dose of Cute
Video Description: On the day she got her lion cut, Tils parades around my office with her furry boots, tail, and mane, looking ridiculously adorbz. She walks over and rubs against my leg. I pan to Zelda, lying on the floor and looking at Tils. "What do you think about that silly cat, Zelda?" I ask her. "What do you think about her, hmm?" I pan back to Matilda, who runs around to the other side of my chair. "Matilda." Zelda comes over and sits by me, looking like she's about to play-bow at Tils. "Oh, are you gonna get her?" I ask, as Matilda struts by. "Get her." Zelda just watches her, slightly confused, as if wondering where Tilsy's fuzz went. Tils heads for the door. "Tils, c'mere," I say, and give her special whistle. I snap and whistle again. She turns around and walks back toward me. "C'mere." She walks halfway to me, then stands and looks at me, because her recall is nothing if not totally half-assed and always on her terms. "Who's a silly cat?" I ask her. "Who looks silly? Matilda." She sits. I whistle. She looks at me. "You look silly! Zelda agrees, don't you, Zelly?" Zelly sits at my side, regarding Tils. "Yeah, she agrees that you look very silly." Matilda turns her head away. "Oh, don't turn your back on us!" I say. (Except I actually say "backs," because I am a dildobrain.) Matilda walks out. I whistle after her and she ignores me. "Tils."
Silly.
Silly.
Not having it.
This is a made-up storyline. Matilda is not harrumphy at all about her lion cut or being told she looks silly. She loves when I talk to her, no matter what I'm saying, and she loooooooves her lion cut. As she gets older, she gets more frisky when she's got her lion cut, because it makes grooming a lot easier for her. I just like to pretend she is grumpy about it, because it amuses me!
Daily Dose of Cute
At the end of nearly every day, I walk out of my office, down the hall, and into the living room to find Zelly on the couch, wagging her tail excitedly as I come into view. (The days this doesn't happen, it's because Zelly's in the office with me, nudging me to FINISH UP ALREADY IT'S TIME LET'S GO PLAY!) Last night, I filmed a bit of her evening greeting.
Video Description: I walk down the hall and then swivel to the right, to find Zelda on the sofa, her head on a pillow and her little Dorito ears sticking out to either side. "Whatsu doin'?" I ask her. "Are you being a good girl, Zelly, hmm?" Her tail starts wagging. "Are you being a good girl?" Her tail thumps against the couch. "Are you such a good dog? Are you?" I walk toward her, and her tail thumps excitedly. She turns her head submissively. "Are you my good girl?" Thump thump thump! "Do you need cuddles?" She lifts her head and looks at me and licks her lips. "You do? I need cuddles, too." Thump thump thump! "Should we cuddle together?" Thump thump thump! "Should we?" I sit down beside her, and her tail goes wild. She stretches her head toward me and I scratch it. "Oh, what a good girl," I tell her. "What a good girl."
Immediately thereafter, she rolled on her back, offering up the haystack (my nickname for her belly, which is covered in coarse blond hair) for some mega-cuddles, a request which I happily obliged.
Daily Dose of Cute
[Content Note: Zelda snaps at flies in the video.]
Video Description: Zelda sits in the grass beside me. She licks my knee. Looks around with alert ears and sniffing nose. Her head zooms after a fly. She sniffs. Snaps at a fly. Alert ears. Dogbrows. Sniffing nose. Snap snap! I pan to the left. Her back toes are dug into the ground so she can sproing into action in an instant. I pan further left. Dudley lies splayed in the grass on his side, his ears flopped forward. He looks at me. Blinks. Stretches. Shifts position lazily. Fin.
Zelly the Watch Dog, with max Shar Pei face.
Dudley the Not-Watch Dog, with max disinterest face.
Daily Dose of Cute
Zelly lies in this hilariously weird position all the time. A lot of dogs lie with their legs stretched out behind them, of course, which she also does, but sometimes she makes it extra-weird by propping her feet up, too, like she's a dog track-and-field Olympian who might need to SPROING! into action any second.
Just to show I didn't catch her in a weird moment, here's a little video of her lying in Downward Sproing-Dog while she chews on a chewy thing. My favorite ever is when she wags her big bottle-brush of a tail while in that position. What a goofball.
Video Description: Zelly lies in her weird position with her back to me, chewing. "Zelly, do you like that?" I ask her. She looks at me and licks her lips. "You do?" She grins and wags her tail. "Oh, good girl!" I tell her. Wag wag wag. She returns to chewing.
Daily Dose of Cute
Yesterday we welcomed a new baby into our family! Meet Cinnamon, aka Cinna. He is a mini-lop.
Daily Dose of Cute
[Part One]
Video Description: Matilda the Cat, with her new lion cut for summer, sits on the bathroom sink. "What is it, Tils?" I ask her. "What do you want?" She rubs her face on the faucet (pausing momentarily to listen as Zelda can be be heard trotting by in the hallway). "What do you want?" Rubs. Looks at me. "What?" Rub rub rub. Looks at me. "I can't tell what you want—I'm sorry," I tell her. Rub rub rub. "Can you make it a little more clear what you want from me?" She mews at me. "I don't—I don't know what that means." Rub rub rub. Looks at me. "I don't know. Tell me, Matilda." Rub rub rub. She mews. "Yeah, I mean, I kinda think that maybe it has something to do with the sink, but I'm really not sure." Rub rub rub. "Do you need to use the toilet?" Rub rub rub. "Do you wanna brush your teeth?" Rub rub rub. "Do you need to wash your hands?" Rub rub rub. "All right." I reach out and turn on the sink for her. She mews. "Okay." Mew! She dips her paw into the stream then licks the water off her paw. "Somehow I managed to figure it out," I tell her. She leans in and begins to lap at the stream.
Below the fold, pictures of all five furry residents of Shakes Manor, in ascending age order...
Daily Dose of Cute
Zelda is very particular about the times she wants to play and the times she wants to cuddle. (Fair enough! So am I!) Earlier today, after coming back in from running around in the backyard, I offered to play Get the Squirrel with her (rules: I have the squirrel; Zelda gets the squirrel), but she was not interested in plushy squirrels (which are actually chipmunks). She was interested in butt-scratches.
Video Description: Zelda the Black-and-Tan Mutt stands in front of me, grinning. I offer her the squirrel. She ignores the squirrel and sits in front of me with her back to me, tilting her head up at me. "What are you doing?" I ask, laughing. I offer her the squirrel again. "Get that squirrel," I tell her. She takes it gently from my hand, plays with it half-heartedly for approximately one second, then walks it over to her bed, lays it down very deliberately, then walks back and stands in front of me with her butt tilted toward me. She wags her tail and looks up at me with a grin. "What—you want butt-scratches?" I ask her. I scratch her at the base of her tail. I stop. She looks at me. "What—do you want MORE butt-scratches?" She tilts her head and grins. "Okay." I scratch her butt. I stop. Her tail wags. She sits in front of me and nudges my hand so I'll scratch her head. (This is the ritual. Butt-scratches, head-scratches, butt-scratches, head-scratches.) "What?" I ask her, scratching all around her head and ears and chin. She looks blissed-out. "Such a good girl." She grins.
Full Disclosure: This video was followed by extensive cuddling and face kisses.
Zelda McEwan: Power Cuddler
Daily Dose of Cute
Video Description: Zelda the Black-and-Tan Mutt stands in the middle of the garden, looking into the thicket. Her head swivels and her ears twitch. Suddenly, something catches her eye, and she trots off to the back of the yard to investigate. As she goes, she passes Dudley the Greyhound, who is lying in the grass and blinks disinterestedly as she cruises by.
Watch Dog
Not-Watch Dog
As you can see by the the latter picture, Dudley has plenty of energy for things like digging holes, when he wants to, lol.
Daily Dose of Cute
Matilda
Olivia
Sophie
Dudley
Zelda
Daily Dose of Cute
Video Description: Zelly the Black-and-Tan Mutt stands alertly in the garden on a sunny day, looking around. She leans down and sniffs the grass, catches a scent, and begins to follow it. As she walks away, she reveals Dudley the Greyhound lying in the grass on his side, his ears flopped forward goofily. He lifts his eyes to look at her, then blinks from the bright sunlight. Fin.
Watch Dog.
Not-Watch Dog.
[Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five.]
