Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Life With Delilah….Day Two Hundred, Forty Five

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Life with Delilah is never dull.

While I was busy this afternoon in the office/scrapbook/sewing room making this:

Look like this:

And this:

Delilah was busy in the kitchen, making this:

Look like this:

This:

And this:

Honestly, if she learned how to be quiet, God only knows what kind of havoc she could wreak.

Oh wait, she just ate a tube of Neosporin.

Oh Delilah!

The Dog Days Of August…Day Two Hundred, Forty Four

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The nicest thing about being on vacation in the really hot days of August, is I get to take the dogs for an early walk while the morning is still semi-cool; then I have the afternoon and evening to myself. 🙂

The weatherman said it was going to be hot and humid this afternoon, with some weather moving in.  We hit the trail about 8:30 and walked for about 40 minutes.  The little streams in the area have dried up so there is nowhere to cool off.  As soon as we got home Sampson headed for the pool.

It's a giant water bowl, but I can lie in it too!

My plans for the afternoon including tackling my scrapbooking stuff, so I brought everything I could find into the room and began the sorting out process.  After a couple of trips to the Christmas Tree Shoppe, I felt I had the weapons needed to tackle the project.

Someone was so happy to have his mom home and wanted to be where I was, that I had to clear a spot on the futon for him.

Most of the stuff you see here has now been put away, but I still have a bit to do.  I hope to finish it off tomorrow. 🙂

Ah the dog days of August….

Birthday Parties….Day Two Hundred, Forty Three

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Yesterday was Sampson’s 7th birthday.

Just like every year I planned a family party for him. I planned it for later in the day so he could start his birthday with a walk in the woods. I had planned on having my grandson for the day, so he walked with us.

I’m not sure how your family feels about birthday parties for your dogs, but I’m pretty sure there are at least a couple of my family members, who think it’s just silly.  I go to Dairy Queen and pick up an ice cream cake, so they come regardless of whether they think it’s silly or not.

Since we don’t feed the dogs ice cream cake, they need a special treat.  My grandson picked them out.

Sampson's Treat

Delilah's Treat

My mom and sister really spoil the dogs, they always bring bags full of toys and treats.  We set the bags on the floor and let them investigate on their own.

Delilah went outside just before Sampson “opened” his gifts, so he had a moment or two with no-one taking his toys. 🙂

The party was fairly uneventful; with the exception of needing a guard at the food table to prevent Delilah from inhaling it. 😉

What I learned yesterday:

A dog who is always good, will still lick the ice cream cake off a high chair.

If you leave a box of wings on the counter and take your grandson to the carnival, the dog who is bad will eat the box of wings.

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