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Blues Dogs members Cry-Me-A-River Dog and Guinness “Fedbelly” Dog continue to deny rumors of a band split. At press time, Margot “Howlin'” Dog was unavailable for comment about what bone she has to pick with her band mates. Sources close to Howlin’ deny that she called Cry-Me and Fedbelly “nuthin’ but hound dogs” and blamed Cry-Me’s liver problems for a downturn in Blues Dogs’ fortunes.
You know, in going back through Tim’s LJ archives, it occurs to me that we never told you one of the happy endings.
The fogging, the constant vacuuming, and the beneficial nematodes (thanks, Mother Nature) did the trick.
It’s no longer a flea circus around here.
Earlier, I was Riversitting while Tim went out to get dog food. I got preoccupied in the Home Office when I realized that I heard a dog chewing something and River was no longer in the room with me.
Continue reading “More “awwwwww” moments”
Remember how Tom “fixed” the leak under the bathroom sink?
Continue reading “Leavin’ on a jet plane”
You asked if my dogs are housebroken, and they are. But I love to tell their stories, so I’m shamelessly taking this opportunity.
Continue reading “For ForestHaven: the story of my dogs”
Scene 1 from the Home Office window:
Tim and River walking up the driveway in a light drizzle so River can make the yard his own personal toilet.
Scene 2 from the Home Office window:
Tim and River jumping puddles as they scurry down the driveway when the drizzle quickly becomes a downpour.
Flashback scene:
Earlier today, as I was cleaning up three dogs’ own personal toilets, Guinness snagged a rat, who promptly squealed in terror. I shrieked and Margot hustled to get a piece of that, then Guinness lost her grip. I don’t know what happened to the rat, but both dogs seem fine.
Players:
Rat.
Guinness.
Margot.
Usually I like to be Switzerland in blog wars. Recently, however, I had more fun being Benedict Arnold, whimsically switching sides just because I could.
However, now I think I want to be Halliburton. Well, not exactly Halliburton. I didn’t help start this war. I just want to be a profiteer.
So, Scott-O-Rama and FARB, I implore you to direct your warlike energies into raising funds for River Aid, to help pay Mastercard River the Dog’s ever-mounting vet bills.
A Drink-Off? A sex tape? I’m sure you two can think of something. Can you really refuse the sweet face of Timothy J. La the River Dog?
One of the things that happened to River while he was away at Spa Million Dollar Dog was that he got a blood transfusion to replace what he lost and jump-start his clotting. When Dr. Ward told me on the phone, she said they were able to use the blood of a healthy dog who was right there at the Spa.
Dog blood donors: Do they do it out of altruism? Or to get spare treats?
