Throwback Thursday: Bob

Still Thursday out on this coast folks.

Going to be a short post because a) I have six minutes to write this before it does in fact turn into Friday and b) I'm beat.

This week, it's Bob and I circa 2005. Bob is my aunt C's half Labrador, half Border Collie, tennis-ball loving dog. This photo was taken when he was still on a "trial basis" from the family that could no longer keep him. Needless to say he's been a part of the family ever since.

I've never met a dog with such an old-man, crotchety personality. Alas, he's pretty awesome.

So Very Sleepy

Week eight of Fall quarter. Two words: sleep deprivation. I feel like this guy most of the time:



Only five more days until Thanksgiving break and SAN FRANCISCO!

Throwback Thursday: The Dog Named Pepsi

A while back, I blogged about Rusty, one of the family dogs I grew up with. As promised, I said I would blog about one of our other dogs, Pepsi.

Pepsi was my mom's dog from day one. My mother rescued the poor thing from an abusive owner, and even though I was nowhere near being born yet, I've heard stories of how Pepsi made herself right at home with my mom. It was an instant connection; Pepsi had no trouble curling up into my mom's heart (and subsequently onto the furniture). 

The situation got complicated as my dad entered the picture. Pepsi was a wee bit jealous. Eventually she found a way to cope with this other human in her life and let him marry my mom. Honestly, I think Pepsi resented my dad for making her share my mom's attention. Regardless of her stubborn, yet loving ways, Pepsi found a new friend when I came around.

Just like Rusty, Pepsi put up with my toddler-through-elementary school antics. Seriously, she probably earned her sainthood up in doggie-heaven. Secretly, I think she loved the attention.  

I dressed her up: 

How awesome is that little curly tail?!

...and squeezed her tight.

Once again, there's that "God save me" look.

As an only child, Pepsi (and Rusty) were often my play dates. Even if they spent most of the time sleeping. 

I was blessed with amazing pets as a youngin'.

Throwback Thursday: Puppies and Mischief

I grew up with a dog (or two) in the household for the first eighteen years of my life. These past five or so years of living without a dog have been weird, to say the least. When I was born, my parents had two dogs: a rescue dog named Pepsi (whom I will save for another Throwback Thursday) and Rusty, who is featured this week!

Rusty was born at my grandparents' farm in Northern Wisconsin.

As you can see, she was pretty much the cutest thing on the face of the earth. 

She settled into a life with my parents and Pepsi and eventually I came along, which apparently Rusty did not like. Who can blame her? She was the baby of the family until this wrinkly, pink little human came along. Thankfully, she LOVED me once I started eating in a high-chair and dropping food. After that she and I were good buddies...bless her heart, she had a lot of patience.

the "omg someone please help me" look

                               

Ok, now that I probably brought sentimental tears to my mother's eyes, I deem this post a success.

PUPPIES!

I grew up in a household of dog lovers. The eighteen years I lived with my parents, there was always a dog (if not two) to love. Hence my current problem: I'm in a severe bout of dog-absence, withdrawls if you will. These past five years of living without a dog is starting to get to me.

Don't worry Mom and Dad, I didn't get a dog, but I'm getting antsy. I know I don't have the money for vaccines and dog food every month, but it doesn't mean I won't soon...1.5 years and counting!

So, until then I get my dog fix when I can. This weekend, it happened to be with a group of Bassett Hound pups!