Christmas photos… at Thanksgiving
I know, I know, but when else am I supposed to do this? I have a whole THREE days in a row off now and won’t get another chance until Christmas Eve. I’m making the best of my time today.
I bought these GIANT ornaments years and years ago super cheap on Clearance for the express purpose of using them for photos with my dog. Yes, I am ridiculous, you don’t have to tell me. But look at these first and then tell me if you disagree with my decision.
And, since everybody has this totally incorrect image that my dog is sweet and adorable ALL THE TIME…
Obedience Trial Fail
I told everybody after the fact that Auggie added yet another BD leg today.
Except the only problem is that BD is not actually an AKC title… and it just means BAD DOG.
What a BRAT. The first day, I’m told his heel was wonderful, to which I replied “Except for that time he was ON THE WRONG SIDE.” I took a right turn and he decided to skirt around and was on my right side instead. Of course I was halfway across the ring before I realized. And there was a halt in the middle there and I stopped and he sat like three feet from me. When we got to the other side of the ring and did an about turn, I told him “HEEL” again and he got back where he needed to be. I don’t know how he got on the wrong side. They told me he was watching me the entire time but I think he must have taken his eyes off me when I turned and that’s how he ended up on the wrong side.
But he totally blew it with the stand for exam. For one thing, I stood him and said “ST-” and before I could get out “-AY” he was sitting down. $%&&(%@*%. So I stood him up again and this time he stayed standing. When the judge touched his head he was fine, but when she went for his back, he danced over to the side. And when I went back towards him, he was dancing in a circle or something. I could have killed him.
And then of course I went in for the group sits and downs which was a complete waste of time anyway since we already NQ’d, and he was doing fine with his sit-stay until the dog next to him got up and started wandering the ring. He got up and FOLLOWED her, nose glued to her butt. ($&@*(*($&@&$@ HORNBALL!! Sooooo we didn’t even get to see how many times he might have rolled over in the down-stays.
Ugh.
The second day, he wanted to greet the judge for the SFE. Stupid stupid stupid overly friendly dog! At least he stood still when I walked back to him this time instead of doing a stupid circle dance.
Also Auggie thinks calling to front and then going to finish is stupid and he would rather just do it all the first time. Which is ANNOYING because I NEVER call him to heel position, it’s ALWAYS to front. Dumb dog has the game figured out and wants to play by his own rules.
He checked out on me two seconds before the long sit was done. He literally got up and the judge said “return to your dogs” immediately after. AAAAAUGH. So again, we didn’t get to find out if he was indeed going to start rolling over during the long downs.
At least the judge the second day thought we were funny. At once point during the heel free, I stopped and Auggie sat, and the judge said “forward.” I started forward… Auggie did not. I looked over my shoulder and said to him, “So, are you coming, or not?” And he leapt up and ran after me back into heel. He did a few other snotty things and after the call to front fiasco and I put Auggie’s lead back on, I was laughing at my little brat and told him he was such a bad dog, and the judge said “no, no! I like you!” I suppose a comedy act like Auggie and I is probably rare in obedience. As long as a judge has a sense of humor I always seem to make them laugh… too bad there’s no award for Best Comedy Act. Kinda like at an agility trial I was at where I would have taken first for Loudest Handler.
I honestly can’t decide if Auggie thinks this game is stupid and I should call it quits. I wonder if part of the problem is we’re at the same site we’ve done agility at for years. We pull in and he flips out thinking we get to play agility, and then we go do a one minute sit stay instead. If I were Auggie, I’d feel ripped off, too. He apparently does well at heeling off lead (though he’s definitely not as tight as I’d prefer) so I’m thinking next time I get the chance to do obedience, I will also enter the next level up in rally. At least that part of it he seems to enjoy. It’s this whole “standing still” and “don’t move” nonsense he has a problem with.
five year old auggie
now, on the day I was born
the nurses all gathered ’round
and they gazed in wild wonder
at the joy they had found
the head nurse spoke up
said leave this one alone
she could tell right away
that I was bad to the bone
bad to the bone
bad to the bone
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts
before I met you
I’ll break a thousand more baby
before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby
yours and yours alone
I’m here to tell ya honey
that I’m bad to the bone
bad to the bone
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
bad to the bone
I make a rich woman beg
and I’ll make a good woman steal
I’ll make an old woman blush
and I’ll make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
yours and yours alone
I’m here to tell ya honey
that I’m bad to the bone
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
bad to the bone
now when I walk the streets
kings and queens step aside
every woman I meet
they all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby
what I see I make my own
and I’m here to tell you honey
that I’m bad to the bone
bad to the bone
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
b-b-b-b-bad
whoo, BAD TO THE BONE.
Auggie is five years old today, still a huge brat, and tells me he’s nowhere near being done yet. Happy birthday little monster.
Fun with Twist N Treat
I keep meaning to sit down and record a video where I go through the various treat-dispensing toys I have for Auggie and give a review on them. This morning, when I fed Auggie his breakfast, I went ahead and got out a couple of them I don’t normally use to try them again so I’ll have my thoughts on them fresh in my mind. After I played with a couple of them, I put the rest of Auggie’s breakfast into the twist ‘n treat and gave it to him.
He’s pushing it around the kitchen and then pushes it in here, and then over towards the stairs. “Auggie, don’t throw that down the stairs,” I tell him. He pushes it back in here for a little bit, and then a couple minutes later he’s back over by the stairs.
“Auggie…” I tell him.
Then I hear “thunk, THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK” as the twist ‘n treat has now been tossed down the stairs.
“AUGGIE, I TOLD YOU NOT TO THROW THAT DOWN THE STAIRS!”
Go downstairs, get the twist n treat, and bring it back upstairs (and SHUT DOOR to basement stairs.) A minute later he BARKS. WHAT? It’s EMPTY, that’s what, and he’s complaining that it’s empty. Are you kidding me?? He’s never complained when his food is gone before. My mom pointed out he probably wanted his green beans, so I got those out and stuck them in the twist ‘n treat and gave it back to him.
About ten minutes later, BARK again. What now?? It’s empty AGAIN, that’s what!
Today is apparently Supreme Brat Day.
Auggie in the blankies
There’s a photo I took of Kota when I was in photo 101:
(This is a scan of the print, so it doesn’t look the best, but you get the idea.)
I love this photo so much it’s actually matted, framed, and hanging on the wall in my bedroom, something I don’t normally do with my own art. Auggie was playing on my bed this morning and I thought I’d take a shot at re-creating it with him…
Nnnnot quite. I do wish this was in focus better, because it’s kind of cute.
Closer – but I thought Auggie looked sort of weird without his ears showing, so I tried a different approach.
Tee hee hee no.
Cute, but STILL not quite right… so I went back in the original direction, and… we got the winning shot.
Not exactly the same, but I feel like this one is the same idea but with Auggie’s own personality working for it. And also it’s adorable.
And… is it just me, or does Auggie look like he’s going gray in the face already?? Where is my baby dog? He seems to be missing.
And we lived beneath the waves…
iiiiin our yellow submarine!
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE
Auggie wonders why I hate him. Ohhhh Auggie, you give me so many reasons why…
Apologies for the crappy pics, they’re from the P&S. He’s staring at the floor or the wall because the flash was on to try and get enough light for clear pics and he was trying to catch the flash. I found this at Target on clearance for $2.50 and I just couldn’t come up with a single reason not to buy it. Auggie has a few reasons why not, but he wasn’t there to vote because dogs can’t shop at Target.
Also AUGGIE LIKES SODA YEAH
LOTS OF SODA
He dragged that bottle around for like an hour. It was awesome.
Auggie is a shark
*JAWS music*
This look of Utter Contempt brought to you by… Pepper! Or the flash on the camera. Either or.
I don’t think you can see the tail in any of these. It didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but I don’t have the knitting knowledge to have shaped it the way I really wanted. I took him to a costume contest yesterday (it was billed as a “parade” so I thought we’d all get to go on a little walkie parade with our dogs, but all they did was hold a contest and we left… bo-ring!) and people knew he was a shark at least. Though one woman said “Shark. Right? No, dolphin?” No, you were right the first time!
Apparently Auggie preferred being a dinosaur. Or I need to get some better pics of the costume. Perhaps both.
Something came to visit
Her name is Pepper.
Auggie loved her.
She thought Auggie was stupid… and she might be right.
Auggie’s like OOOOMG PLAY WITH MEEEEE and she’s like “ew no you’re weird.”
Auggie says “but but but…”
She’s so dark on her back, just like Kota. My mom was watching us play in the yard out the kitchen window, and I called Pepper and she ran across the yard to me and jumped up to give me kisses. My mom could only see Pepper from behind and when I came back in she was kind of choked up and said “For a minute there it looked like you and Kota.” Then she looks at Pepper and says “Kota didn’t want to play much with Auggie either.” Hahahaha… it’s true.
Auggie’s the biggest flirt in the world and normally ALL the bitches love him, but he is really stumped that Pepper doesn’t want to play. I think she will play with him tomorrow. Today she is just trying to get settled in here I think. She kind of has acted like she wants to play with him some but just isn’t sure. In Pepper’s defense the dog is in fact an idiot. He has run into the wall like four times in his zoomies.
Auggie is currently trying his hardest… tailwagging everywhere and she looks mildly interested… then he just barked and playbowed and she walked away. So he got a toy and she’s looking at it but won’t touch it. Poor poor Auggie.
Auggie says “this one is broken can I have another?”
I’m not kidding, he just tried to get her to play again, and when she wouldn’t he turned to me and barked in my face.
Little Comedian
So I’ve been working on Auggie’s one-minute sit stay and three-minute down stays. During the sit stay he started to lay down, so I’m standing across the room from him and go “No, Auggie – sit.” He continues to lay down. “Auggie… AUGGIE…”
He looks at me, and instead of sitting, he proceeds to ROLL OVER.
Which of course makes me crack up, because not only does he look ridiculous when he rolls over, but again, I can just IMAGINE this happening during the obedience trial. All the dogs are in a line doing a down stay and mine is like “Durp durp *roll over* *roll over* *roll over* What am I supposed to be doing?? *roll over*”
So later that night I was telling my mom about this, and I said something like “And I was like, no, Auggie! Sit! Sit!” and laughing about how he then rolled over… and then I look over, and there’s Auggie across the room from me, SITTING, and looking at me with this sad look on his face, like “I AM sitting!! What more do you WANT from me?!”
It’s a really good thing he’s so cute, or the brattyness would not be funny AT ALL.
Oh, Auggie…
I had kind of a rotten day today. Not the worst day in the world, just stressful. I broke into the bottles of wine from our wine tasting feature and drank a glass of wine halfway through the day, it was that kind of day. Auggie has been having to work for his dinner through heeling exercises lately and I almost skipped it after work today and just threw it in his bowl, but I went ahead and worked on it with him anyway, and he did WONDERFULLY. I was starting to feel glum and thought I couldn’t clean his heel up enough in time for the obedience trial, but after today I feel a lot better. He’s actually doing much better than I thought. Outside he starts to get really wild on me but inside he really has a lovely off-lead heel (and the trial is indoors.)
So I thought, oh, maybe he knew I had a crappy day and he’s just being good to make me feel better.
Well, my dad took me and my mom out for Mexican food for dinner, and when we came back I was carrying the leftovers downstairs to put in the fridge down there… and Auggie pranced up behind me and nipped at my foot! WTF Auggie! He has never been the kind of dog to nip or mouth unless I’m running and playing with him and getting him overworked, but all of a sudden he has apparently decided he wants to be. Yesterday it was my knee while I was carrying the pumpkins, today it’s my foot while I’m carrying leftover food. I don’t know what his problem is but it’s not cute.
So much for thinking he was being extra good to make me feel better.
Auggie’s pumpkin break
I took these when I came home for my lunch break one day…
Slightly guilty face… he was trying to sneak a nibble on the pumpkin stem.
I did the exact same thing I did last year – set up the pumpkins too far apart. Again, I apparently think I have more than one dog. Two dogs would fill that space perfectly. Two and a small puppy.
LOL
LOOOOOL
SQUIRREL????
Serious Auggie is serious.
Lookin’ at a little punkin…
Lookin’ at a big punkin…
“Pfeh” says Auggie. This is in response to me trying to make him put his paws up on the pumpkin. He says no wai.
I think this is a good photo for everybody that meets Auggie and goes “OMG, he’s SO MUCH SMALLER than I thought!” It gives an idea of scale…
That’s it! Nothing spectacular but what can you do. I only had like ten minutes before I needed to go back to work.
Also he tried to nom my knee while I was carrying the pumpkins out to the yard. Thanks Auggie.
Argh…
I feel awful. I have a sinus infection/cold/flu type thing going on, I have no idea. I came home from work and I just wanted to run a hot bath and try to drain my sinuses. But first I was going to feed Auggie and potty him. So I fed him and took him out to potty, and he bolts to the back fence to, I assume, bark at squirrels. Then I notice he’s not barking and his head is down and he’s EATING something.
So I yell at him to leave it and then run back to see what it is. I’m guessing it was a tomato or something from somebody’s garden that a squirrel dropped in our yard but I can’t really tell exactly what it is. Better safe than sorry, so I go grab the hydrogen peroxide. One capful… nothing. Fifteen minutes later I give him a second capful. He finally harfs up… one small mouthful of foam. So ten minutes later, a third capful. And this whole time I’m standing out there with a fever wishing I were asleep or dead.
FINALLY after the third capful he throws up three piles, one of which included his dinner. I thought he just snagged a nibble of the whatever-it-was but nope, there were huge pieces of it in his piles. So I follow him around some more and he seems done. Okay. Into the house and shut into the kitchen while I go pick up the piles of puke, drag out the hose, hose them down, and put the hose back. Come inside, survey the kitchen for more vomit… nope, nothing. Get my hands all washed up.
It’s now past six PM.
Sit down and start thinking about taking that hot bath. Check e-mail first.
Aaaand Auggie harfs under my chair, all over the white carpet that my dad INSISTED on putting down. Including nice yellow bile and even a couple green beans from his breakfast this morning! So now I have to put the dog in the crate and get the Green Machine so I can clean that up. Which of course needs more solution put in it, because I didn’t refill it the last time I used it and noticed it was going to need more solution soon. Take the machine back downstairs so I can clean out the brush head and the waste tank… and I spilled the waste tank, full of pukey-water, all over me.
Poor Auggie is now still in his crate, but without a pillow or any snuggies, because I am NOT in the mood to have to fish out a puke-covered pillow and take it downstairs to do laundry. I hope he’s seriously done puking now, because I definitely don’t feel good enough to give him a bath tonight either.
I do, however, want to kill myself.
Ugh.
And right after I post this the first time? Cue Auggie throwing up a mouthful of bile. At least I got him out of the crate without having him step in it… this time.
More bad bad bad Auggiemonster
I wanted to take some funny pics of Auggie with his Fetching Tag to send to the company so I got out his Auggles.
Then, while I was at it, we got some outtakes…
And a couple of other good shots.
I’s not up to n-e-thing. I’s good dog. Not brat at alls.
Auggie meets sheep
I’ve been wanting to get Auggie on sheep for ages, but the timing just hasn’t worked out before. This afternoon I took Auggie to his breeder’s house for agility practice, and after that…
We did it. Just for a few minutes but we did it. Auggie and sheep. And OMG. OMG OMG.
We basically did what is normal to see in an AKC herding instinct test, which is walked him into a small pen and walked him around on lead to see what he thought of the sheep. He marched up to one that was curiously coming over and face-to-face sniffed it, and I thought “oh $&(@, he just thinks it’s something to play with. We’re doomed.”
And then they moved.
And then HE moved.
And his breeder said “okay, let him go now.” And I dropped the lead… and holy cow.
For a split second I was afraid he was going to have too much intensity and might be too mouthy or try to grab wool, but NOPE. He stayed back just enough to keep them moving and never ONCE tried to grab with his mouth (YAY!!) He moved them around us in a circle in the pen and when one broke away to run the other direction, he hesitated for just a second like he wasn’t totally sure which sheep to move… then broke off with it to move it back in with the group.
My smile was probably ridiculously huge. His breeder says next time we’ll get the stick out and try a bit for real, but at least we know the dog doesn’t have a lack of instinct.
I am SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!!
I almost took my camera with me, but I wasn’t positive we would be getting him on sheep, so I didn’t bother… so I have no pics. We actually only went out there today to get our agility lesson in, because Tuesday (when we usually go out there) is going to be really hot, and afterwards we just went ahead and took him in with the sheep. Normally that’s an awful lot to do (and OMG HE IS SO TIRED HAHAHAHAHA! He’s been laying at my feet pretty much all night. I HAVE DEFEATED THE MONSTER!!) but I think J was getting as anxious as I am to see what he would do!
I do want to work on a “stop” command with him that he will do quickly and from a distance, like a lie down, or even simply a FREEZE would do, but I’d rather him lie down. I am half-tempted to train him to immediately drop to the ground if I say “RED LIGHT!!” and release him with “GREEN LIGHT!” Okay maybe a bit more than just half-tempted.
Big Faker
Last night I took Auggie out running with me. When we were almost to the end of the run, I looked at him to make sure he was doing okay and noticed that at some point in the last two minutes he had started limping. “(#$*()@” I thought. ” Can’t have my little guy hurt.” I wasn’t sure what he did but he was definitely limping, so I decided I’d pick him up and carry him the rest of the way home instead of making him walk the remainder of the way and possibly hurt himself more.
So we get inside, I put him down and start taking off his harness so I can take a look at him to try and see what he did… and no sooner did I get the harness off than he leaps away, wiggling and giggling, and runs to go grab a toy to play. Limp? WHAT limp??
)$@*(%ING FAKER.
Well, I say that, but later that night he was licking his front paws. I thought about putting bitter apple spray on them but he wasn’t really chewing them up, so I didn’t. I sort of think I should have, because he threw up three times in the middle of the night last night, and at one point appeared like he threw up some fur, like maybe he’d chew some off his foot. I’m not sure if he licked something nasty off his feet and that’s why he threw up or what. He has no limp this morning either though, and was chasing after a tennis ball like nothing was wrong. So, yeah. Giant faking faker, Auggie. I’m onto you.
Something has been here
I didn’t feel very good after my run this afternoon (note to self – one hour is NOT long enough for Mexican food to settle in your stomach) so I ended up huddling in the bathroom for a while. At one pointed I heard Auggie sniffing and snorting outside the door.
Well, when I came out of the bathroom, I kind of expected to find Auggie waiting for me there. Instead, I saw…
Evidence of a monster! And yet, no monster to be seen…….
Apparently he thought I needed his giant sheep, so he pulled it out from where it’s lodged (under a tripod table next to his crate), out of the room, and all the way down the hall. Then he left it there for me I guess, because he is nowhere to be found. I think he’s downstairs, I haven’t actually seen him since I came out of the bathroom.
It’s actually sort of creepy… the sheep… just staring at me…
Auggie gets a Fetching Tag
I ordered Auggie a tag from Fetching Tags. I wanted one for a while but wasn’t positive what to put on it. The first thing I came up with was “bad bad bad to the bone.” “Why bad bad bad?” my mom asked. “The song goes b-b-b-b-bad.” “Yes,” I answered, “but Auggie is a bad, bad, BAD dog.”
I kept changing my mind though. Maybe something to do with sheep. Maybe a tennis ball obsession reference. Something about being a brat? Something about being a boy dog and he can’t HELP it if he’s pretty, he’s NOT a girl? Or maybe simply “bitches love me?”
But for some reason, I just kept coming back to “bad bad bad to the bone.” I couldn’t get past it. So I finally decided to take the plunge and order it… and here it is.
How it will normally sit, since he wears a martingale – his tags normally rest near his shoulders.
Talkin’ back about something… he wanted the cookie I had. I believe I asked him if he wanted it and this was “yes I wants the cookie.”
It was windy and it kept messing up my shot by blowing his fur in the way, LOL.
Of course, he has so much fur, this is sort of how it’s going to look normally…
or like this…
Just the tag. Oh my God I just love it.
The back of the tag with my phone number… and you better believe I wanted the little skull icon on there! That just makes the whole thing complete.
I LOVE this tag. I ordered the medium size for Auggie because I figured that was the only way to get the whole tagline to fit, and I’m glad I did. You can actually see the tag under all his fur – not always 100% clearly, but definitely better than anything smaller. It catches attention – people have asked me about it at agility meets. It looks heavy but it’s actually incredibly lightweight. I really couldn’t be happier with this tag.
Have a few more pics from while we were outside-
You has a ball?
Throw the ball.
YES I WANT THE BALL THROW IT
(This is why shelties are “loose eyed” herders… it’s not really an intense stare like a BC has. He REALLY wants the ball in that last one but he still looks like a big snuggleyboo… or maybe that’s just Auggie.)
This is a sign he has too many sheep toys
Auggie dropped a sheep toy in the kitchen and came in here to bug me. I kept telling him “Go get your sheep!” so he’d go bring it to me and I could throw it for him, and pointed in the kitchen. But he was looking over at his toy box. “No – go get your SHEEP! Your SHEEP! It’s in the KITCHEN!”
He went to the toy box.
“No, the SHEEP, Auggie!”
He grabbed something in the toy box.
“That’s not the sheep.”
Then I looked at it.
“Oh wait. Yes it is. Sorry.”
Seriously… the dog has his own personal flock of sheep toys. And I don’t help it any because if I find another cute sheep toy I HAVE to get it for him. A couple weeks ago I found a sheep BALL. How cute is that?! A SHEEP BALL! It’s like it was made for him! So now he has a sheep ball.
Do you think adorableness is hereditary?
Because if it is… and I get a puppy from Auggie’s brother… I might be in big trouble.
WHY DOES HE NEVER STOP SMILING
AAAAAH
I think my dog has a perpetual happy.
Can I just say that sometimes, “heart dog” doesn’t even seem sufficient as a way to describe how much I love this dog?
Patriotic Puppy… or, dyeing your dog with sidewalk chalk
You can hardly see the blue. D= It sort of just looks like he killed something. I swear I was going for “red, white, and blue” rather than “murdered a bird and ate it.”
I said “cookie?” to get him to look at me. Does he look like he distrusts me to you..?
You can see the blue here better.
And a few from the day before…
He was so happy until I coloured him with red and blue…..
What Auggie thinks of being coloured with sidewalk chalk.
Only Auggie
Seriously, aren’t dogs supposed to be all worn out after playing at doggie daycare all day? Like they come home and sleep all night because they’re soooo exhausted?
Why is it that after I picked up Auggie, the first thing he did was go stand by the cabinet where his food is and demand to be fed… and then the second thing he did was grab an empty water bottle and run laps around the house at top speed, crackling the bottle in his mouth, for approximately ten minutes? Then want to play fetch over and over and over and over and over and over until I finally had to stop the game because I was STARVING and wanted dinner?
I think my dog is set on reverse. The more energy he dispels, he just gains that much more he has to burn.
Why Auggie Doesn’t Sleep In My Room
It was storming last night so I figured I’d put Auggie’s pillow in my room and have him sleep in there. He’s normally not bothered by storms but I figured if the thunder WAS bad and he DID bark, it’s easier to have him in my room than in the room next to me in his crate.
So he was pretty good for most of the night actually. He didn’t even ask to get up on the bed; he was happy to just lay on his pillow and sleep.
Until about 6 in the morning, when I rolled over, which was apparently his cue to be a pain. Because all of a sudden, HEEEEEERE’S AUGGIE! Front paws up on the bed, staring at me with that big idiotic grin, going “OH HAI MOM!” fffffff
So I pointed at his pillow and was like “lay down. go to bed.”
Which apparently meant he needed to do a happy play dance at my hand. No no Auggie. That’s not what I mean at all. And it doesn’t mean grab the tennis ball and try to throw that at me either. No. No. Lay DOWN. Go to SLEEP. No no I don’t want to see the play dance again. STOP IT GO BACK TO SLEEP.
Ugh. At least today is the day I don’t go in to work until late, so I had plenty of time to ATTEMPT to fall back asleep.
Auggiemuffin
First really nice day (summer-like!) in a long LONG time. I am so excited.
Auggie needs his ears thinned out. He’s got his rockstar/dreadlock look going on.
I wasn’t trying to be clever or artistic, I was just shooting.
My dog looks ridiculous when he runs because of all that hair, LOL.
I wish this one were in focus. =<
Little monster…
…is up to something. (As usual.)
Ohhhh hai. I’m a cutie.
Are you ready for this next one? Are you sure? Because I own him and I’m not sure I’m ready for it.
sjguijfsdhjlsh adorable
That’s his paw there. He was up on my legs.
<3
Imma lay down here
I look dis way?
Oh I look over here. (LOL weird face. He was making a face at a bird. Trying to figure out if he could catch it and eat it.)
And then there’s these. I didn’t set this up or intend this or anything, he just lay down and I lay down in the grass to shoot. And I took a shot and realized. So I shot a couple more, then hugged my little dog and cried a bit, thinking of a dog that I miss every single day.
Kota has always been Auggie’s hero… Auggie wants to be Kota when he grows up. Looks like he’s on his way to achieving that goal.
Easter Egg Hunting in 2010
Hey look! It’s Auggie hunting Easter eggs and being SUPER EXCITED about it!
Look at his tail… LMAO
This year he remembered *exactly* how to get them open and get his treats out.
AN EGGS *tail wag*
I sit for egg?
NOM EGG
Sitting nicely with his basket…
It was windy. And this photo just cracks me up because of it. It’s so model-with-a-fan, LOL
Knocking the basket over, as usual…
Pushing it so all the eggs will roll out.
Checking to make sure they’re really empty. =P
I put them all back in and made him lay down next to it. AUGGIE WAS PISSED. He wanted to push the stupid basket over and dump all his eggs out.
I NOMS MY BASKET
ONE good laying down pic (and notice that I had to reposition him on the other side…)
Nomming an egg as his reward for sitting nicely. Because I’m pretty sure I had to grab an egg and hold it up like a treat to get his attention.
(Don’t you love his sheep basket? I bought one for his breeder too because she shares my sheep obsession. I also bought… um… two more to put in storage… because I won’t always just have one dog… so I… I needed more than one sheep basket… DON’T JUDGE ME)
