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Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
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Sophie, being inimitably sophish.
Olivia says if she licks this glass long enough, she can move the island.
Matilda, probably thinking about Tony.
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Matilda demonstrates her ability to touch her nose with her tongue.
I keep telling her it's not that impressive for cats, but she won't listen.
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Zelda and Dudley
I mentioned yesterday that Dudley has a hurty foot. It actually seems to be a re-injury of a torn ligament in his front ankle, and he's walking very gingerly. He's also having trouble leaning down to eat and drink, presumably because it puts weight on and stretches his leg in a way that hurts him, so I've been holding his food bowl at feeding time and water bowl several times throughout the day on my lap, which is the perfect height for him. He also seems to find it reassuring to be close while he's feeling yucky.
Last night, I was holding his food bowl while he ate dinner, and, in typical fashion, he coughed and sprayed food all over the floor. Normally, when he does this, he immediately cleans up the mess himself, because he is such a good boy, so he started circling the food on the floor, tentatively leaning toward it as he approached it from different angles, but it was obviously too hurty for him to lean down for it.
"It's okay," I told him, scratching his head. "You can leave it."
He looked at me with a sad expression. I'm sorry. I pulled him into a tight hug and told him he was a good boy. I offered him his half-finished dinner again. He looked forlornly at the food on the floor.
Zelda, sitting at my side, was watching all of this with her usual intensity. She walked over and ate the food off the floor, then play-bowed at Dudley and tossed her head in the direction of his food bowl, still in my hands.
Dudley returned to finish his dinner.
Daily Dose of Cute
VERY pathetic.
By which I mean super adorbz. Obviously.
Daily Dose of Cute
A pic, in ascending age order, of each of the five furry residents of Shakes Manor taken during our holiday, which was a lovely staycation during which we did all sorts of around-the-house projects:
Zelda intently contemplates whether she is, in fact, a good girl.
Dudley: Large and in charge.
Sophie snuggles with Kenny Blogginz.
Olivia: One little brown earsie and one little pink earsie.
Matilda was soooooo hung over on New Year's Day. "Keep it down, Two-Legs!"
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Sophie is staying warmly ensconced in her bed.
"No thank you."
Arf Scarf
Do you want to see 20 cute pictures of stylish dogs in scarves? Sure, why not, right? Welp, here ya go!
Zelda yawns with indifference. "Been there, done that."
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"Tastes like chicken!"
I know that is not true, because if her nose really did taste like chicken, every last one of the furry residents of Shakes Manor would be practically sitting on her head trying to get at her nose, like they do when I eat chicken.
I don't know how Zelda would even begin to try to sit on her own head, but if her nose tasted like chicken, I'm sure I'd find out.
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"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...."
*snap*
"Zuh? Whuzzat? OMG I was having the WEIRDEST dream about giant mice..."
Daily Dose of Cute
[Content Note: The video below includes footage of Dudley making growly sounds and both Dudley and Zelly nipping and gnawing each other. They're just playing, but they are play-fighting, so if dog aggression is triggering or otherwise problematic for you, you should skip this video.]
I have tried to turn our dogs into ball-lovers (insert all the jokes here), but they are having none of it. They have fully rejected fetch, and they are totally indifferent to their Jolly Ball. All they want to do is play with each other, chase me around the yard, and snuggle.
Video Description: I roll a big blue ball toward Zelly, who is standing across the yard from me. She dodges it and runs happily toward me. Dudley saunters by the ball, completely ignoring it, and pauses to sniff the ground before walking toward me. [edit] The dogs tear around the garden together, dramatically play-bowing at each other, nipping and gnawing at each other, and chasing each other around. They leap and tumble, Zelly dodging Dudley with fast spins and gymnastic barrel rolls. "Puppies!" I say, and they stop and look at me. "Hey, who's the good puppies?" They shake themselves and look around. [edit] I kick the big blue ball toward Dudley, who jumps out of its way like it's radioactive. Zelly herds him away from it, then goes and nudges the ball and runs back toward me. Dudley yawns. [edit] I walk toward Dudley, who snorts like a horse. I laugh and scratch his head, saying, "Hey, snorts." He walks over to Zelly, who makes a playful move then runs away. Dudley looks around. I pan around to reveal Zelda standing directly behind Dudley. "Zelly!" I laugh. "What're you doing?" I scratch her head. "What a good girl," I tell her. Then to Dudz: "What a good boy."
Besties.
