Day 72: Dogs are weird

Anyone who knows me knows I love dogs. In particular, I love my dogs, Cooper and Lambeau, the dynamic beagle duo.

Cooper and Lambeau

A still moment like this means only one thing. I have food.

And in all seriousness, dynamic is the best way to describe them. Cooper (at left in the photo above) is super chill, sleeps most of the day and wants nothing to do with most forms of exercise. He’s never successfully played fetch and he’s a hunting dog to the core – you cannot stop his nose from working. He’s sort of a strong, silent type: he doesn’t bark much, but when he does, boy do you take notice.

Lambeau, on the other hand, is a bundle of energy and cries, well, a lot. He LOVES playing fetch and will chase a tennis ball like his life depends on it; he’s also quite good at leaping to catch them mid air. They both have their adorable – and not so adorable – quirks, but I love them both any way.

Which brings me to the next point. For those of you who don’t have beagles, I’d like to inform you of a little something known in the doggy world as, “the reverse sneeze.” While it’s mostly harmless and he’s been doing this for years, it’s a little bit ridiculous to watch. This isn’t a particularly bad episode, but he’s been doing this for about the last 30 minutes off and on. He’s more or less stopped now (I keep going out to check) but I feel so bad for the poor little fella!

Of course, you can find videos of other beagles similarly ‘sneezing’ online if you want to get a better picture. Lambeau has done this once or twice, but it’s almost always Cooper who has these fits. The only thing there is to do when this happens is try to calm them down, or what typically works for Cooper is to cover his nostrils like I do in this video. It forces him to swallow and sort of … reboot. Not sure what else to call it.

And just when I thought he was calm, I can hear the snorts coming from the living room.

Oh the joys of being a dog mom.

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Day 29: Martha’s got nothing on me

Martha may have written the book on well, everything, but believe it or not, sometimes even the uncraftiest of us (namely: me) can bust out a dazzling show of domestication.

That’s right, folks: I actually made the dog bed this morning! Which is miraculous in itself, sure, but the best part?

These two guys are actually sleeping on it, right now.

dog bed

Sure, they look innocent…

I went out to the living room to grab my phone for a picture, and there they were! Of course, it’s more likely because Darrell is occupying the entire length of the new couch, but hey, I’ll take my victories where I can get them.

You see the one on the right? He’s the master of destruction. Wondering why I took the time to make a dog bed, rather than just going out to get one? Let me paint you a picture. I call it, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Lambeau, in his not yet three years of life, has demolished at least three dog beds, a couch, a chair, more blankets than I can count and several pairs of shoes. He’s even attempted to eat his way through a door. And somehow, I still love the little jerk. Which explains why, when I had scraps of foam core from the couch he destroyed, along with a shower curtain that Darrell managed to get deck stain on, I decided to spend a couple hours at the sewing machine to make a free bed.

Ahh, the life of a dog parent.

Regardless of why I made the dog bed though, I’m pretty proud I managed to sew an even remotely straight line. Crafting is not my forte, but I think even my friend Nicole would be proud.

Here’s hoping Lambeau doesn’t get hungry while I’m sleeping.

 

 

Day 28: The dog days are over

Don’t worry, friends, I haven’t gotten rid of my dogs.

We did, however, get our new couch today!

couch

Look, ma – no teethmarks!

Lambeau has no idea why he doesn’t get to sleep in the living room tonight, but considering his destructive ways, he’s not getting a stab at the new furniture until I have a chance to get him a proper bed. Surely, being the genius little mutt that he is, he’ll know which cushion is for sleeping, and which cushion is for human-sitting, right?

Yeah, I’m not betting on that either. But I am taking it as an opportunity to bust out the sewing machine and try to re-purpose the undamaged foam core from the last couch into a new doggie bed. The sewing machine I got for Christmas and still haven’t used. Kind of wishing I paid more attention in 8th grade home ec.

Anyway, the goal is to tackle that project tomorrow…

Wish me luck. I’m going to need it.

 

Beautiful sky

Day 5: Sunny Sunday Fun day

I know people usually only talk about the weather when there’s nothing else to say, but today, the weather was worthy subject matter all it’s own.

Beautiful sky

Gorgeous, right?

 

Today, the weather was beyond belief. It’s July in the Midwest, which usually renders more than 5 minutes outside an impossibility, and yet I write this post from my deck, after cooking dinner outside and even – yes – building a fire. After a week of monsoon conditions followed by a week of draught,  this week mother nature decided to grace us with weather usually reserved for football Sundays in October.

It’s been downright magical, and the dogs have been soaking in every minute.

Lambeau

This level of stillness never happens

 

Can we take a second to appreciate the fact that Lambeau actually stood still long enough to capture that shot? Lambeau, our 2.5 year old beagle/fox hound (we’re guessing?) mix never sits still for long, and this may be the only clear photo I have of him.

Cooper, Lambeau’s older and wiser brother, is just over 5. According to Cooper, there’s only one word to describe a day like today:

Cooper

Delicious.

I completely agree, Cooper. Today was a perfect way to wrap up the weekend, and I’ll admit I’m not quite ready for it to be over.

Oh well … Monday’s just another day, I suppose.

Dog Parent? Then you should read this.

Last week marked the final week of part one in my PR Features Writing for the Web course. I know I haven’t been posting much here lately, so I wanted to share my last feature with you.

This feature is on a topic very near and dear to my heart – dogs. You know I love the little pups I have, and I try to do my very best at keeping them healthy. In this feature, I focus on the importance of understanding what is in your dog’s food – and how to determine whether what you’re buying is as good as it sounds.

Go over and take a look. It’s a bit long, but I think you’ll find the information helpful. Let me know what you think!

And I hope to get back here more often as the semester winds down … hope this holds you over til then!

It really does happen!

For all of you who thought using “the dog ate my homework” as an excuse was too cliché, rest assured – it does happen!

Found this little gem this morning when I was just about to hop on the treadmill. I heard a very distinct crunching noise coming from the living room and, alas! There it was! My dog, trying to eat my homework!

If I would have thought of it in the moment, I could have snapped a photo of the little guy at work, but let’s face it – 6 a.m. comes awfully early for just about all of us, right?

Good job, Lambeau. In my state of half-awakeness, I failed to document you in the act. So for now, I suppose it’s my word against yours.

Good thing I’m the one that makes the rules around here.

Puppy Mom, extraordinare.

Growlgrowlsnarlgrowlbarkbarkhowl.

Ah, the pleasures of having two dogs in the house.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love them both. Cooper – as you know – might be the best dog on the planet. Or at least, we’re beginning to realize that now that we have Lambeau around.

Lambeau. He’s cute, he’s snuggable (yes, that’s a word because I said it is) and he keeps Cooper entertained 90% of the time. But he’s a puppy.

And he pees. A LOT.

I barely remember the puppy phase with Cooper. I’m sure he was just as rotten and adorable and obnoxious, but I barely remember it. I know he chewed on a few things, broke a few things and made a few unmentionable messes around the house.

But Lambeau has perfected the get-in-trouble-but-be-so-cute-they-can’t-stay-mad act. He just wags his little tail (or, if he’s really excited, his whole back half) and you can’t help but forgive the little guy.

Oh yeah – and he’s a hound. So he has those hound dog eyes. Those sad, mournful, why-are-you-mad-at-me-mommy eyes. So you can’t be. You just can’t.

No seriously. You CAN’T.

Love you too, buddy.