Posts Tagged ‘food’

Good thing they are cute…

Friday, May 21st, 2010

bathtub sad eyesMaybe it is those big sad eyes, or the excess of skin that make the girls so endearing.  Family and friends nearby who have been following our struggles will often say something along the lines of “awww how can you be mad at them when they are so cute?”

Yes, they are cute.  Adorable most of the time.  But there are times they are less than adorable.  This morning would have been one of those times.

I was on my way out the door to work, running late.  After I went through the feeding routine, I let the girls out of their beds to go out back to potty.  I no sooner had my handle on the front door when I heard the tell-tale snarling and fighting coming form the yard.  Good thing the windows were open or I may not have known they are full-on fighting. 

What were they fighting over, you ask?


Yes, they BOTH now race out to the yard looking for an after breakfast nibble.  The logical person in me knows they are not hungry because they just ate a good sized bowl of food. 

It seems they both honed in on something fairly fresh from one of the other dogs.  I was able to get out there and pull them apart, but not after they managed to step in the post breakfast goodie while they were fighting over it.

pull hair outI have been assured they do NOT need any more food.  They are not going after it because they are hungry.  So what gives?

On the bright side – as proclaimed by the kids who pick up the nibbles before lawn mowing – there seems to be less to scoop.

What a way to start a Friday…


Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

 No, I am not talking about the big headed clown who sells greasy burgers. I am thinking of that toy that scared the beegeebers out of me as a kid. You know the one, you wind the handle while the annoying little ditty plays in your head:

“Round and round the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey though it was so much fun, POP goes the weasel” 

I am not even sure, to this day, what horrific subliminal messages that song put into our tender innocent brains. The part that scared me the most was the anticipation and then the POP with the ugly clown head jumping out at me. It still gives me shivers to this day. Likely the deep rooted reason I detest clowns – and do not go to Jack for burgers.

Thankfully this Abby-in-the-Box is cute and friendly and gives kisses

Abby box1

Abby box2




We feed and bed the girls separately now (mostly due to size, but also to minimize the conflicts around food). Once the girls are zipped in, we open the top to put the food in. Here is another sign of how much they have grown. Now they can stand up and enjoy their own personal sun roof.