In the past six months, Eliot has turned into a much older dog than he was a year ago. Earlier this year, he lost his hearing seemingly overnight. I feel like one week he was coming when I whistled, and the next I was trying to teach him hand signals for “come.” He’s not the first deaf dog I’ve had. BT couldn’t hear or see for the last year of her life, maybe more. Though Eliot losing his hearing didn’t bother…
This morning on Facebook I was nominated by a friend to do one of those 5 day Facebook posting challenges. Now I typically hate those kind of things, but this one was about dogs… and well, I love dogs. Because I cannot follow directions, I modified the rules to suit my fancy. As I typed up probably my longest Facebook status ever, I thought no one is ever going to read all of this… if only there was a platform for long…
Getting bluebonnet pictures were really important to me this year. Even though I’ve admired the amazing wildflowers in Texas for seven years now, I’ve never actually taken any kind of bluebonnet pictures. Maybe that’s because of this hilarious tumblr that makes fun of people squatting in the bluebonnets for pictures, but mostly I’ve just been lazy. Originally, the plan was to meet my roommate at a little patch of bluebonnets by our house and take some photos of the dogs….
My entire life I’ve wanted to be able to talk to animals. I’m sure I’m not the only blogger who feels that way, but being able to speak with my menagerie has been towards the top of my superhero wishlist for a long, long time. Since I haven’t been bit by a radioactive spider or struck by lightning recently, I’ve found other ways to fulfill my Dr. Dolittle dreams. It all started with a stuffed lobster dog toy that Tim gave puppy…
Before all the dog sadness this weekend, I was sent one of the most magical YouTube videos I’ve ever seen. Please pause your life for two minutes and watch this amazing comedy clip, which had me giggling out of control at my desk. After speaking with said friend about how funny we found this, she said that she wished I had a dog wig for BT. I didn’t have a dog wig, but I do have real wigs… BT didn’t…
There have been lots of challenges and adjustments in the new apartment. For me, I’m still struggling with the change of being located in the center of cool culture to now living in a sea of toll roads and Chili’s restaurants. PS – I do not like Chili’s. Anyway, the dogs are doing well overall. I figured Eliot would adapt pretty quickly because even though he has a tendency to bite faces, he’s moved with me 7 times and is the best…
One year ago, my little fur family got turned upsidown when my springer spaniel, Eliot, attacked our elderly Boston Terrier, BT. As a result of the attack, BT had several puncture wounds in her head and damage to her eye. Though we worked closely with an emergency vet and our regular vet, after a week we decided it was in BT’s best interest to have her eye removed. The incident was heart breaking. I’ve written about my feelings during and…
This post could also be titled “I feel compelled to always jump at least one animal competitively over fences.” There’s only been one extended period of time in my adult life when I didn’t ride. I filled some of that time with model horses and the other bulk of it was spent learning agility with Eliot, my springer spaniel. When I first got Eliot, I wanted to do therapy dog work with him. Of course since that was the plan, Eliot…