Thursday, August 28, 2008

Fighting for the doggie's affections

So I've been trying to post for the last few weeks. Every time I try, I always accidently click an image that I've uploaded, and it automatically takes me into another screen INSIDE the compose screen. Which means that everything I've just written DISAPPEARS. It's driving me NUTS.


I've given up so many times whenever this happens. Half the time, I click on those photos BY ACCIDENT. f&^^&*(^(


Anyway, let's try again.


Here is Rosie during one of her afternoon walks:





 



We found it absolutely hilarious that she was sleeping with her ear flush against the coffee table leg. I wonder if she was communing with the Coffee Table God.

Later in the evening, I happened to walk in on some boy bonding:





So not to be outdone, later I tried my best to let Fred know that I was part of his life too:




We've decided that he is probably a wolfhound-mastiff cross. He's so broad in the back, and his muzzle is short, and he's got a big deep chest. He's turning quite stocky, not like a real wolfhound which is just gangly and tall.

Not sure if it's already apparent, but Fred is significantly bigger than Rosie now:





Every once in a while you can tell she's getting peeved about it. She's still growling at him some mornings when they eat. As if to gently remind him that she's top dog. In spite of the fact that he's bigger than she is.

And here's one more of the Sulky Boy:




 



Thursday, August 14, 2008

Fred the Couch Destroyer

As promised a LONG, LONG, LONG time ago:

Pictures of the results of Fred the Destroyer:




Took this the other night. I happened to look down and he was lying on the ground looking at me.

He's gotten a lot bigger - there is no longer a gap when I straddle his back - and he's also gotten a LOT cuter. We're pretty sure now that he's a mastiff cross wolfhound. He's just so wide in the front and very very hefty. I can't really lift him all the way up now. I used to give him a big bear hug and wrap my hands around his chest and under one of his legs. Which allowed me to lift his front paws off the ground. Much harder to do these days.

Just look at the cute expression on his face!


And here is Fred in a much more... composed state (i.e. not couch eating state)