Parks and Recreation

Oh, Ron Swanson.

Fish Pills

Barksdale used to be the queen of gas. Her farts were made of legend, clearing rooms and forcing car windows open by sheer smelliness.

Then one day, I was talking to my mom about fish pills. She had starting taking them as supplements and I told her that we gave Barksdale fish pills as well. She then proceeded to say, well yeah, they're good for you and all but I think I might stop taking them as they give me horrible gas.

As my mind connected her gas to Barksdale's gas, I immediately texted Phil declaring our house a fish pill free place. During our recent vet visit to the vet, she asked about Barksdale's slight dandruff. I had to be like, oh honey, it is so much better since we switched her food to grain free California Natural.

She suggested fish pills as a supplement and I quickly shut that down and told her about the gas issues. She then said...oh yeah, that sometimes happens with fish pills.

Me: !*)*()@$*#($#*()

So I guess the lesson of the story is, a dog having gas is not a normal "dog" thing.

Here Doggy Doggy!

Barksdale and I were taking a walk one morning when we caught the attention of a little dog across the street. And then the little dog proceeded to run into the middle of the street to investigate us.

I am normally a mind my own beeswax kind of girl except for the occasions when someone really pisses me off. But man, once I got my dogs, I am up in EVERYONE’s (doggy) business. So instead of going along my merry way, I thought I would at least see if there was a human down the street or if the dog had tags with contact info.

After standing there for five minutes, it was clear there was no human but also that the dog belonged to a particular house. Part of me wanted to just leave as obviously that dog knew where it lived. The other part of me thought, what if this dog runs into the middle of the street again?!?! So my plan was to try to get the dog back inside its house. That’s a very hard thing to do when the dog is already “Stanger, Danger!” and your dog is a giant ASSHOLE.

So then of course I had to leave Barksdale tied up to a tree before trying to herd this little dog back home. Anyway, here is my message to all dog owners who leave their dog in the front yard:

YOUR DOG WILL NOT STAY IN THE FRONT YARD 100% OF THE TIME SO STOP LEAVING THEM THERE.

No Privacy

I was at a happy hour not too long ago and the subject of bathroom privacy came up during a point in the conversation. (And no, I don't remember how many drinks we've had at that point so don't ask.) Anyway, the question being posed was, do you close the bathroom door when primping, doing your business, showering, etc?

As a staunch believer in TMI, I informed everyone at the table that after living with one boy and two dogs for a few years, I can pretty much do anything in the bathroom with the door open, regardless of who is home. 

When we first got Ender, I was terrified that he would destroy the house. However, feeling guilty that we were crating him all day, I wanted to maximize his outside time in the mornings. Combine those two things and I'm showering with the door open in the mornings, convinced that I would be able to hear him if he was causing any trouble. Repeat that when we got Barksdale.

After many mornings of showering without the door closed, I actually got pretty lazy about closing the bathroom door all the way when I'm in there. Ender takes full advantage of that during the mornings I sleep in. During those mornings, I get the pleasure of him barging into the bathroom and sitting in front of me as I sit on the toilet, staring at me intently warning me not to forget to take him out for HIS potty time. 

Now the boy has gotten into the act and likes to barge in during the mornings chanting "No Privacy! No Privacy!" with Ender in tow, to steal the toothpaste and sink space. 

No privacy indeed.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Last weekend, we packed up the dogs and headed over to my parents' house to celebrate Chinese New Year. Yes, even Ender. One of our many dirty little secrets is that, wait for it, we often leave him at home when we go over to their grandparents' house. And yes we will bring Barksdale. I know! The injustice! Let's just say that Ender got off on the wrong foot with his grandparents and there's a cousin out there who is still extremely terrified of him. I did try to sway her opinion with promises that Ender's a total dude magnet and she could borrow him anytime and enjoy the outdoor seating area at Whole Foods.

But anyway, as he is growing into quite the little man, he was on model behavior and even got to spend the night at his grandparents. Here he is enjoying the pink fluffy bed my mom got for Barksdale.



And here he is trying to weasel his way into the kitchen while still "staying" on his bed:

My Little Man

Ender is becoming quite the little man. He no longer runs to the other room when we bust out the vacuum cleaner. Instead, he will sit there and watch me vacuum the rug. And I am so proud of him as he is becoming such a brave little man.

And then I thought, wait a minute. Maybe he's just now taking extreme pleasure in watching me spend half an hour vacuuming his hair off of a rug. That bastard.

Barklemore Petshop

Yes, I have become that friend that incessantly forwards you emails about cute dog things.

 

The Yellow Dog Project

Could the Universal language be dog?

Here's an interesting article about a project trying to establish a universal sign for dogs who needs space: What To Do If You See a Yellow Ribbon on a Dog's Leash

Here's the project site: The Yellow Dog Project

Me and my 'Gay' Dog

Did you hear about the story about how the Internet successfully saved a 'Gay' dog? Article can be found here. Apparently someone returned their dog for being 'gay' after the dog hunched another male dog. There are a lot of crazy people out there.

Photo from Jezebel.

Trendsetters

Stumbled upon this article online: Pit Bulls, the Ultimate Urban Dog Here's the most amusing part in the article:

"The pit bull has become the hipster yuppie dog," he says, laughing. "In New Orleans, everyone who moves here adopts a pit bull immediately, almost as a matter of course."

 Does that mean I now get to claim hipster yuppie status? I might need to purchase some tighter jeans.

The Puppy Bowl

Who's ready for the big game? So damn cute.

For more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/cutest-things-we-saw-behind-the-scenes-at-the-pupp