Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A Little Bit of This and That

Ahh, finally a little peace and quiet!

Little Dieter Boo Boo is growing up! He gets snipped this Friday, poor little man.

My new favorite food. Ethiopian.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Dieter Chirps

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Gunter Injury Update

He's doing much better, thank you. Seems to be right as rain, judging from the madness that ensued this morning with Dieter. Rapid racing and wrangling all up and down my new apartment. I really hope my neighbor downstairs can't hear all the clicking on the wood floors.

A video tour of my new space (that I made for my older sister, pretty pretty pincess one).

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Monday, September 14, 2009

Kix and Pugs don't mix

So, Gunter got bit at the dog park today. I heard a little wrangling and when I looked up, poor Gunter was on his way to me, looking confused, as he always does when something is wrong. Then I noticed the blood coming out of his mouth and staining his little velvet muzzle. This stupid dog, that looked like a very small pit bull (probably a pit bull mix), had bitten him right on his mouth because Gunter has strayed too near this stupid dog's ball. Gunter doesn't have any interest in tennis balls, he was probably only over there because Dieter was sniffing around (thank goodness he didn't bite Dieter!). And then! This stupid dog's stupid douche bag of an owner got an attitude with me. First he was like "oh my dog is really protective of his toy" and then he was like "oh, my dog is never like this", when I had said "well, maybe you shouldn't bring an aggressive dog to the dog park", and then he had the temerity to say to me (asshole!) "oh, ok, I guess I could just walk away shaking my head too" as I walked away (shaking my head). I just know he would never have taken that tone with a guy. But this stupid douche was a gee-dee coward and decided he could use that tone with me, a woman. So I turned around and said "your dog just mauled my dog!". I wish I had popped him right in his mealy mouthed, chinless face instead. Really.

Friday, September 11, 2009

The joy of having a puppy

I came home the other day to discover the Littlest Pug had escaped from the kitchen. He had spent his day merrily pulling all of my yarn out of a bag in the closet (I don't know how he found it) and strewing it around the house. A shoe was destroyed. And the coup de grĂ¢ce.....