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My little one!

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We Haz Hard Life

I yike da sun

Why it move?

THE HELL?? STOP. MOVING.

Meh. I good.

Who Says Dogs Aren’t Like Kids?

I sick

Sorry bout the puke

SRSLY. Don’t. Feel. Good. LEAVE ME ALONE

MAAAMAAAA KIMA IS SIIICK! MADE BIG PUUUUKE! DOESN’T FEEL GOOOOOD!

Video Of The Dogs In Snow

Because WordPress is an asshole and won’t host a video without a $60 upgrade, I uploaded this video of the dogs playing in the snow over at my old Blogger real estate:

Kima and Easton Playing In the Snow

Since No One In The Metro DC Area Has Anything Else To Talk About: Snow

Yes, I’m sure you’ve all heard: it’s the first snow of the season in these here parts and, um, it’s a lot of snow. A couple feet of snow. The sky opened up started throwing out snow at 9:00 last night and it literally has not stopped since. Not even to catch its breath or anything!  We took the dogs for their last walk of the night fairly early while there were only a couple of inches accumulated.

I fell twice, handed my leash over to HP and it goes without saying that I will not be walking them alone until the weather eases up a bit. In fact, I may not be walking them at all and just tagging along for moral support.

See, here’s the thing. My dog, the Rottweiler? She’s 83 pounds. Small by breed standards, yes, but she’s 83 pounds of pure muscle. She’s 27 inches tall and she’s powerful as hell. Easton is tiny for a Boxer, he’s 56 pounds but that doesn’t mean that he can’t knock me to my butt when he pulls (It was his leash I was holding last night in the two inches of snow when I went down.) Normally I walk them alone first thing in the morning, HP gets them mid-day, we both take them in the evening, and then HP takes them for the last walk of the night sometime after 10. It’s a good mix for us because I loathe the late night walk and he loathes and early morning walk. The problem is that I kind of suck at walking them alone. When they’re good, and the weather is nice, and there are NO OTHER DOGS OR HUMANS AROUND it’s easy peasy. They’re both well behaved, for the most part, and walk nicely. However. If they decide they want to investigate a person or dog I am fucked.

One bright, weekend morning this summer during our morning walk there was a middle aged couple about 12 feet away who was SO EXCITED to see them. “Can we pet the dogs, oh my gosh we love dogs! They’re so pretty they’re so good!” The dogs sensed the excitement and it was all over for me…my face hit the sidewalk so fast I didn’t see it coming and they just straight up dragged me for three yards. Aside from being embarrassing, it was a little scary. Thankfully they were headed for the love and affection of two welcoming people and not trying attack some frisky canine, but still.

On a dark, rainy morning in early fall I was out with them and we happened upon a woman walking her dog about 20 feet away. I was going to turn and take Kima and Easton in another direction, but the woman’s dog was rambunctious and instigated a greeting. My dogs went for it and in the slick grass without traction I was doubly fucked: I ended up in a water skiing position with my two dogs pulling me and me finally sitting my ass on the ground while they pulled me the last dozen feet. I screamed, “OH SHIIIIIIIIIT!” It was involuntary. You would’ve screamed it too.

Also, both of these incidents occurred while Kima had her choke collar on. In fact, she never, ever gets walked without the choke collar because she is just that strong. I ASSURE you that it doesn’t hurt her. In a zillion years I would never consider the collar if it caused her one bit of pain. The goal is that at a certain point (the point where she is MISBEHAVING) that it causes her discomfort. At least enough for me to reign her in.

(It doesn’t really work that well, but it’s monumentally better than me trying to walk the two of them and not have the choke collar on her.)

Basically, I am terrified of the equation SNOW + MY DOGS + JUST ME = PAIN, CONFUSION, BROKEN PHALANGES.

Of course they seem pretty pleased by the whole thing.

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Mama’s Coming Home

Excuse the really poor quality of the camera phone and lack of lighting, but HP texted me this pic last week, the night we were going to drop the dogs off at the vet to be boarded for the next five days. He explained to me when I got home that he had looked at his watch, saw that I’d be home shortly, turned to the dogs and said, “Mama’s coming home” very calmly. Next thing you know they were positioned here, right up until the moment they spotted me in the parking lot at which time they bolted to the front door to endure the rest of the wait.

I never want to leave the house without them again!

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Jealousy

Last evening we took the dogs to the park to play, run, and get tired. It worked spectacularly! There were four dogs total and Kima took immediately to a 15 pound white dog that came in and hit the park running.

Literally.

This little dog started sprinting as soon as she passed through the gate and Kima took off after her. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kima run like that! Circle after circle they were balls to the wall. If the little dog stopped Kima bumped her with her nose to encourage her to keep going. Go she did.

After a solid ten minutes of this activity Easton realized that he was not the center of Kima’s doggie universe and he. Was. Jealous.

He began chasing Kima chasing the little white dog. Except he was trying to jump on her back, bite her neck, growled and barked at her (in the most loving way possible) and just generally shouted PAY ATTENTION TO ME. Kima completely ignored him and kept going even while he jaw was on her neck.

It was absolute, pure hilarity!

Of course once we got back to the house they curled up in the dog bed together, one’s head on the other or crossing paws.

I don’t think either of them could live without the other anymore.


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Amyella (pronounced Amy-ella) is a pseudonym for Amy Levitt, a fitness and health food fanatic and a beach girl at heart. She has been sharing her sometimes nonsensical thoughts and self-amusing stories online since 2002 and currently spends a good deal of her time wrangling her 90 pound Rottweiler and 60 pound Boxer. Which is quite a show.
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