Showing posts with label greyhound. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greyhound. Show all posts

Friday, October 31, 2008

Blonde Redhead

Clive decided that he wants to be like Maggie and me for Halloween, so he dressed up as a blond:

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Leisure Suite

Yesterday in the waiting room I finally finished the scarf that I started the last time my mom had surgery. Normally I can finish a scarf in 2-3 weeks, but I used really small needles this time and it took forever. But I am definitely keeping this one. Last winter I realized that I only actually own a couple of my own scarves, since I give almost all of them away.

Here is the finished product:

Although I think it looks much handsomer on Clive:

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

you can call me Flower if you want to!

Many of you have asked how Maggie is liking her new home and yard. So...if a picture says a thousand words, then here is a 7,000 word blog on how Maggie feels about her new digs:









Tuesday, December 4, 2007

slightly slutty

Maggie the greyhound is, well, a little bit of a flirt. It's not her fault..she was used for breeding. She absolutely loves men (the human variety), and is quite forward with them. At the pet store, the dog park, or hanging out with my friends, she is most likely found cozying up to the nearest male, or two. Not that I blame her. And to her credit, they are constantly telling her how pretty she is. But who can resist a leggy blond with exceptionally soft ears?


Tuesday, August 21, 2007

shoe fetish X 2

I'm not sure there is room for two shoe fetishes in this 517sf loft. But I am not willing to give mine up. I really scored on this tax-free weekend at DSW. Big time.

2 words: Michael Kors
One discount: 80% off
Total price: $19.99

oh yeah.




Maggie the dog has her own fetish. With my sandals. On many mornings I wake up and look over to see that at some point during the night Maggie has dragged one of my flip flops into her bed. She never chews on it, and there is always just one. A friend told me that she does this because it smells like me. Um, excuse me? I do not smell like a sweaty flip flop. He said to sleep in an old tee shirt for several nights and then give her the tee to sleep with and she will stop the shoe-napping. I did, but she is too smart for this. But, since she is not chewing on the shoes I suppose I really don't mind. Plus it is partially my fault for being too lazy to put my sandals away every night.

evidence: