Poodle Art?

I've never really liked poodles that much, but this is just wrong! More.

Punk Rock Pig

jedes jahr wenn Ollie Lula Mae die Borsten schiebt ist es immer das Selbe, sie trägt erst ein Mohawk.

Every year when Ollie Lula Mae sheds her bristles it's the same, she goes with a mohawk first.

I'm going to miss Maisie this week

You probably remember that Maisie loves going to the beach. Well, she agreed to take Geoff to the beach for an entire week. I'm not sure if I'll miss Geoff, but I'm positive I'll miss Maisie.

Maisie is crazy

It's not a dream...

...it's a white christmas. Officially the whitest christmas ever in Portland, well, since records have been kept.
We went shopping on christmas eve with cousin and met a friend for drinks at the Benson Hotel.

After a long day playing in the snow, Maisie decided to take a nap by the christmas tree.

Okay, christmas is over, the snow needs to melt and go away!

Seit 1968...

... hat es in Portland nicht so viel Schnee und Unwetter gegeben. Puppy findet aber das es macht Spass.

3:15 Früh

... wachte Puppy mir auf und sagte, "Dad, Dad, es gibt was da draussen". Ich ging und suchte, aber sahe nichts. Ich vermute es hat wat mit dieser Waschbär zu tun. Puppy war nicht zu berühigen und hat mehr als eine Stunde dem Haus abgeschreiten und rumgegrummelt. Ich schlief nicht wieder ein und bin total erschöpft. damn kids!

dinner discussions

The girls discuss who gets to finish Ollies dinner. Maisie is trying to get Ollie to leave some for her, Ollie isn't going for it.
Of course, by the time I got the camera out the best pictures weren't to be had.

Weil ich faul bin...

...alte Bilder von Ollie Lula Mae. das letzte mal dass ich könnte Ollie aufheben, vor fast 5 Jahren. Ollies erste Erfahrung mit Eis im Garten. Auch vor faste 5 Jahren.

The dog days of August

Saturday Update. 10:00 No bowel movement when they took Maisie for her walk. second ultrasound scheduled for 12:00.

2:00(14:00) - 2nd ultrasound shows no signs of foreign object. They'll give her some food and see if she can hold it down. We'll go to vist her later, don't know if she'll coming back home with us though.

5:00 (17 Uhr) Maisie is home again and immediately had a bowel movement and expelled a wad of rubber chew toy, scraps of fabris ,string and pigbristles and dog hairs. Not a pretty blockage to have, or squeeze out.

Today was supposed to begin with a trip to the Department of Enviromental Quality to get Geoff's pickup checked for safe emissions so that he could renew his license plates. Somehow when we refinanced the House loan and paid off the car loans I ended up listed as the owner of Geoff's truck and he was convinced I had to go with him. i didn't, but I did tell him i'd take care of taking the resulting paperwork to DMV, Department of motor Vehicles and get him the new tags.

Maisie, however, decided to start vomiting. So before the trip to the DEQ that had to be taken care of. She then wouldn't eat her breakfast and was acting very subdued and unlike her normal bouncy self. After the trip to the DEQ I looked in on her before leaving for work, she still didn't seem right so I took her to the veterinarian instead and called work to say I was going to start my vacation early.

The Vet decided maisie needed x-rays, her stomach was a little distended. That was going to take about an hour so I ran a couple of errands and went back. Maisie's intestines are all bunched up and filled with gas bubbles. Okay... two options, they could either open her up and look around or I could drive her to another clinic for an Ultrasound. "Ummm.. let's have the ultrasound done." "Okay but we should do something about her getting dehydrated, shall we do a subcutaneous rehydration?" "Uhmm... yeah, if you think she needs it." My Maisie came out looking like she had a camel hump! apparently a subcutaneous hydration means that they inject a bunch of fluid under her skin so that the body can absorb it.
40 driving minutes later, Lars was lost. he was on the right street but could not find the right address. he finally stops at 16700 S.E. 82nd, also an animal clinic, and asks where 16900 is. They say I need to go to this other clinic a few blocks away. Okay, I drive there and we go in and they say, "No, go down the street and go there". "but I just came from there and they said to come here." But did you drive around behind and down the hill?" "No." We finally arrive at clinic number 2. After driving past the sign that says diagnostics, ultrasound, etc., which I walked right past while going in to ask directions. Maisie was a complete angel about it, she laid on her back for about 35 minutes while they shaved her belly and did the Ultrasound. "Yup, there's something in there alright. Take her up the street to another clinic and they'll operate"..." but you know, it might not be entirely necessary.....I'll call and see if they'll keep her overnight and treat her and see what happens in the morning." Maisie and I walk up the hill to clinic number 3, the one where We stopped to ask directions to clinic 2., who didn't know that I was looking for the clinic that did diagnostics that is a mere 50 yards from them, even after I told them I was looking for the diagnostics clinic.
Maisie goes to an examining room and Lars is escorted to a room where the doctor will come and have a conference with him. Lars waits and waits, before hearing someone enter the room next to him and ask if the occupant was Mrs. Johnson, Maisie's mom. The response was negative, "No' I'm waiting for Calvin to be released." The person leaves and Lars thinks to himself they'll be right back and talk to him. Lars waits some more, Calvin shows up and has a happy reunion with his mom and leaves. Lars is thinking, "maybe I should go find someone to talk to' , when finally the door opens and a lady comes in and asks if I'm Mr. Johnson. "No. I'm not Mr. Johnson, but I am here with Maisie. Effuse apologies follow for having "misplaced" me and the consultation finally began.
So, Maisie is spending the night at the animal clinic getting intravenous fluids in hope of loosening the intestinal obstruction, she'll have another Ultrasound in the morning, no charge, Thank you ,Thank you doctor Kunz, before they decide if the surgery needs to happen.

I hope they don't "misplace" Maisie, and that Maisie decides to just poop out whatever it is that she's eaten.

A day that begins with a visit tyo the DEQ is not going to be a good day. I never did make it to the DMV to actually pick up the new tags for Geoff, hopefully he won't get pulled over, the tags he has on the truck expired in march. Though the way this day is going........

*Note, I switch from third to first person writing a lot, don't I?

Puppy is evil.

Just look at what she has done to my yarn. I hate to throw it out and buy more, but if I can't sort it out in one evening...
Guckt Mal was sie hat mein Garn angetan. ich will er nicht rauswerfen und Neues kaufen, aber wenn ich es in nur ein Abend aussortieren kann....

Wüsstet Ihr...

...das Eiswürfeln in die Planschbecke können sehr lustig sein? Versucht es Mal, Maisie empfehlt sowas ganz von herzen.

Es gibt noch Leute...

... die glauben Ollie ist ein sehr grosses Sau. Nej, Ollie ist doch ein Minischwein, sie ist ja übergewicht aber ist doch klein. Hier bestätigungs Bilder, fast sechs Jahre alt, klein aber sehr dick. Und Papa haltet seine Augen nicht offen, und ja, in eine paar Jahre wird Papa eine Glatze haben. Das ist aber gar nicht der Zweck diesen Fotos, wir schauen Ollie an, Papa ist nur da als Messstabe.

Maisie went to the beach again...

... and mean daddy Geoff went for a walk without her.

Nej, ich verwöhne Ollie nicht

Ollie fühlt sich nicht wohl und soll mehrere Braunreis und Grünen fressen, sie magt Grünen aber nicht und wenn Papi sowas in ihre Napfe eintut wird sie entsetzt und es nicht fressen. was macht ein Papa denn? Er füllt ein Löffel und futtert sein Baby, das geht ganz flött. Es ist auch möglich dass die kleine Prinzessen wird endlich abspecken. Sie ist aber nicht SSSOOO dick, auch wenn ihre Diät hat seit Monaten nicht funktioniert.

es war sehr heiss.

Heute gibt es Donner und Blitzen, es ist doch noch Warm aber der Regen, auch wenn es nicht so Viel gibt, hilft Alles abzukühlen. Gestern aber war eine ganz anderes Geschichte, heiss, heiss, heiss. Puppy legte sich in die Schatten, aber auch wollte Vielmals ins Haus gehen um in der Kelle zu legen um zu die Kühle zu geniessen.
Piggy aber, könnte nicht in das Haus gehen, also sie bekam nasse, kuhle Badetücher und log sich in die Schatten.

Papa aber hatte Strickfieber und in die Hitze fertigstrickte noch eine Weste, für die Deutschen, "Pullunder". blöde Wort wenn man mir fragt.

Mehr darüber Hier, Ich will die Nichtstrickemder, (lese Hier, die Jungs), nicht erschrecken.

Maisies weekend

Maisie spent the weekend with her daddy Geoff at the Oregon coast, daddy Lars wanted a quiet weekend at home. She is always nervous about the waves at first but then finds them very interesting.
This was also her first "off leash" experience, hiding in the beach grass is apparently quite fun, and then pouncing on your daddy.

Digging is also a favorite Maisie thing, and what's more fun than digging in sand.

The weather wasn't exactly great, but there were sun breaks.

I told you she likes to dig.

and she did make peace with the waves.

but still really likes hanging out in the beach grass.

Ollie pig....

... Wishes you all a happy easter.
Oh Ja, und der Lars wünscht Ihr/ Ihnen das Selbe auch.

Who's the Playa now Zing?

Zing has brought cat content into play in order to increase the readership on his blog. Well, if that's how he wants to play... I give you Puppy Content.
See how it turns out in the wii dog versus cat youtube video.

Intermezzo

Es gibt mehr als Eine in meine Blogroll die haben Irgendjemand lieb verloren. Irgendwas das der Basti sagte erinnerte mich an dies hier, die erste Seite* von John Steinbecks " Jenseits von Eden".

* Also, die Widmung.

Lieber Pat,

Du trafst mich dabei, wie ich ein Holzfigürchen schnitzte,

da sagtest du: >>Warum machst du mir nicht einmal etwas?<<

Ich fragte dich, was du gern möchtest, und da sagtest du:

>>Ein Kästchen.<<

>>Wozu?<<

>>Um allerhand hineinzutun.<<

>>Was denn?<<

>>Was du eben hast<<, sagtest du.

Nun, hier ist das Kästchen.Ungefähr alles, was ich habe,

ist darin, und es ist nicht voll. Leid und Aufschwung sind

darin, gute Stimmungen und schlechte Stimmungen, böse

Gedanken und gute Gedanken, die Lust des Planens und

Etwas Verzweiflung und die unbeschreibliche Freude

des Schaffens.

Ganz obenauf aber alle Dankbarkeit und Liebe, die ich

Für dich hege.

Und das Kästchen ist noch nicht voll.

Irgendwie passend, wenn auch nicht genau.