Tag: dogs

ECF…

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…the one with all the ‘just one more’.

I held back a couple of pictures from the hiking trip I posted about a few weeks ago.  The first I’d like to share with you is one that is kind of a juxtaposition – a fall leaf caught in an evergreen tree.  I’ve been attempting to come up with a clever title for it for weeks but alas, I am not talented enough to think of one.

Deciduous Evergreen

The second one I’m calling ‘The Face of Terror’ – poor Jazzy hated the water at the falls that day.  RR was trying to get her to stock a toe in and all she would do was cower under him.  *sigh* so much for our dreams of getting her to play fetch at the lake…

The Face of Terror

That’s it for this week!  Have a great weekend, everyone!

ECF…

Posted on by JessaLu

…the one with some more nature…and maybe I’ll throw a dog in there for some spice.  ;o)

btw, the nature?  Trying to kill me.  I’ve taken two Zyrtec and not only am I a little jittery but my ears STILL itch and I STILL can’t breathe.  At all.  This sucks.  Oh and it’s raining.  /whine

ohyeah, you came here for the pretty, not the whining.  ;o)

Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle on the front of my house – the Hummingbirds are loving this plant!

The Promise of Tomatoes...

The promise of lots of tomatoes…if we ever see the sun again.  ;o)

Wanna chase me?

…and Jazz, taunting Beanie into chasing her.  This goes on all. day.

That’s all I have for now, have a great weekend!

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My Dog ate my Stimulus check…

Posted on by JessaLu

Jazzy says "hai"

…actually, this morning she ate an ant bait spike that I had put out last night under the peonies (the ones she didn’t eat yet – did I mention she ATE one of my peonies earlier this spring? No? Sorry about that…). After my first run to Agway today, I came home to see her trotting around with a green spiky thing in her mouth. I called the vet and he said to bring her in. Great.

When I called later in the day to make sure she pulled through the stomach pumping so I could kill her, the vet said that she vomited up assorted sticks, twigs, grass, bits of plastic (!) and…ant poison. He also said it was a good thing I brought her in when I did…blah blah blah. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy she’s okay (upstairs sleeping with Dobby as I type this, even though at this point I’d rather lock her in her crate for the rest of her natural life) and I’m glad I brought her to the vet. I’d be HAPPIER if she weren’t a walking garbage disposal whose sole purpose in life appears to be to eat everything in her path. I’d be HAPPIER if she hadn’t eaten the damned thing in the first place.

I’d be freaking ecstatic if the cost of the emergency vet visit and stomach pumping wasn’t the exact same amount as the *bleeping* stimulus check that just happened to arrive in the mail today.

*sigh*