Baby J and Moose

 

LB bought this cute little wagon for me a few days ago.  He thought I might like to use it for decoration, but I think it would make a nice photo prop!!

 

Before I was able to put the wagon in a clean place Baby J found an alternate use for it.

 

 

It was so cute!  Moose likes to go for rides but I am usually the one who pulls the wagon, but Baby J was determined that he was going to be the one to do it.

 

 

He had to work really hard.  Moose weighs almost as much as Baby J does.

 

 

Hi mom, We're going for a walk!

 

 

Moose was a good sport.  He put up with a pretty unsmooth ride!

 

Never a dull moment!

Amy

 

 

 

 

A Day In The Life Of A Moose

I wonder how his day will change after Baby J arrives?

A fouond Picture!

I found this picture on my computer a few days ago.  LB took this and a series of others last month while I was working on the computer.  I never looked at the pictures, I just uploaded them with the others and went on about my business.  But, a few days ago when I was looking for a specific picture I came across the ones LB took and got tickled at a couple of them.  The above picture being one of them. 

One of the things Moose likes to do is sit on the back of my couch.  And sometimes when I'm sitting on the couch, he'll scoot over so he can see over my shoulder at what ever I'm working on.  On this particular night, I was writing my blog.  LB saw something he thought was cute and grabbed my camera.  And like always, whenever he gets ahold of my camera, he takes hundreds of pictures, and then later, I get to go through them and pick out the ones that are in focus.  As I went through the pictures, I came across what LB was seeing:

(Please take note: it was late and I had just gotten out of the shower, so my hair was crazy.)

Moose was watching my computer very closely!

This is now one of my favorite pictures!

Amy

Red

This is Red.  Aint she purty?

This is the one LB had the accident with.

But, we forgive her!

Amy

Apachee

This is Apachee.

(I know, Apachee is only supposed to have one "e", but I wanted to add another "e", because I'm weird like that!)

Anyway, my dad got Apachee for me when I was in 6th grade.  He was only a yearling then.  Well, he actually didn't get him for me, he got him to trade, and I fell in love with him.  And you know how daddy's are with their little girls....

So, Apachee became mine.

I loved him.  I broke him to ride and gave him baths and I even set in his stall and talked with him.  I miss Apachee.  We spent lots of time together.  I sold him about 2 years ago to a family with kids.  They needed a gentle horse that they could trust and I hadn't been able to ride as much, so LB and I thought he would be better off.

I miss him.

A Sleepy Puppy

I dug this picture out of my archive today for a contest.  The contest was titled "Funny", and this picture fits perfect.

You see, Moose is actually sleeping in this picture.  In LB and I's old house we had this glider rocker.  It was placed in front of our big bay window where Moose liked to hang out.  So, most any time of the day he could be found nestled comfortably on the seat.  This day however, he was extra tired and this is the position he ended up sleeping in for hours!

How he didn't get a crick in his neck I'll never know!

Love Amy

All tuckered out!

This was too cute, I couldn't resist!

Moose loves his daddy!  As soon as LB comes home from work, Moose is right there with him.  This is how they always end up in the evenings; just usually in the recliner instead of the couch.

Amy

Bosley The Bassethound!

This is Bosley!

And this is what happens when you put a basset hound in the back of the pick up!

Bosley is a basset hound.  (You know, one of those dogs that can't jump over fences no matter how short they are!)  The above photo is one of my favorite photos of Bosley.  Bosley unfortunately is no longer with us. She was run over in 2008.  It was very sad, but that is what happens when you have outside dogs.

LB and I got bosley shortly after we got married.  We purchased her from a local pound.  She was to be up to date on all of her shots and neutered.  She was a very sweet dog, but not cut out to be inside, which was our original intentions. She did wonderful outside.  She kept all the critters away and let me know if someone was outside. 

Shortly after we had to move to town.   We were concerned about how she would deal with living in town, but she adjusted beautifully.  She followed LB to work every morning, stopping at all the local restaurants on the way.  Once she was thoroughly fed she would spend the rest of the afternoon asleep on the sidewalk outside the bank, or under LB's pick up.  Due to all the special snacks that everyone so generously gave her she began to gain weight.  I didn't think anything of it until one day, she began to look a little like she was making milk!  But, how could this happen?  She was neutered?  Or was she?

A few weeks later she gave birth to 11 puppies!  Being a basset hound means a very long torso, which is very hospitable to having large litters.  Oddly all 11 puppies were male.   

Once the puppies got older, we had to tie her up, because the puppies would try to follow her when she went to maker her rounds.  We were afraid they would get run over.  By 6 weeks we had found good homes for all of them.  Thank goodness!  You try finding homes for 11 dogs. 

Once I had the last puppy safely with his new owner, I loaded up bosley and drove her to the vet.  I was going to make sure this time that we weren't going to have any more puppies!

A Moose in A Shirt

My dog's name is Moose. 

Moose thinks he's a person.  Like I've mentioned before, telling him otherwise might possibly cause a major crisis.  I don't have time for an Identity Crisis, so PLEASE don't tell him.

Because Moose thinks he's a person, he thinks he should wear clothes.

As a matter of fact, if I leave one of his shirts out, he will bring it to me asking me to put it on him. 

It's pitiful, I know, but what can I say?

He likes to wear sweatshirts and...

football jerseys and...

Halloween costumes and...

camo and bandanas and sweaters and the list just goes on and on...

So, if anyone knows of a place to by cute dog clothes please let me know.

Love Amy

My Crazy Haired Dog

I have a Dog. His name is Moose.  He's a very cute dog, and I love him. I can't help it. Just look at his face...

How could you not love a face like this?

I got Moose from LB for Valentines day in 2006.  He took me to the Dog Kennel and I got to pick him out.  He was the only one of his litter left and not ready to be weaned yet.  But I knew he was the one for me.  Three weeks later we brought him home.  He only weighed a pound and a half. 

We bought him the smallest dog collar we could find and it still didn't fit!  From that day on Moose has gone with me almost everywhere I go.  He can't go to church or work with me of course, but he can most every where else.  He goes with me so much, that he actually has separation anxiety.  Who would have ever thought that a dog could get separation anxiety!

Moose (aka: Moo) is a West Highland Terrier.  These dogs are known for their Long White Hair.  As you can see in the picture, Moose is not lacking in that area.  We do have him groomed every 8 weeks so that he can actually see where he's going.  His hair will get so long that I don't know how he keeps from running into things!

See?  Well, maybe not!

So we load him up and take him to the groomer.  In the summer time it's lots cooler for him.

But in the winter time, he has to wear a coat.

He doesn't mind wearing clothes.  He gets excited every time you get any of his shirts out.  I think he thinks he is supposed to wear clothes. We do, so why shouldn't he? 

Despite all the crazy hair, clothes wearing and anxiety attacks, he has one pretty cool personality.  He definately knows how to make you feel better or make you laugh.  He is always at the door excited to see you when you come home and he's always under the table waiting for you to drop your food!  He's my buddy. 

I think everyone needs a house dog!

To all you dog lovers out there,

Amy

Fishy Business

I have a fish tank. 

One day 2 years ago, walmart was having a sale on fish bowls, and I bought one.  I don't know if it was a moment of insanity, if I momentarily lapsed back into my childhood, or if iI actually thought having a pet fish would be no trouble at all!  But once it was said and done, I came home with a large bowl, florescent tank gravel and one calico goldfish named Petey. 

Despite all the insanity I actually enjoyed having the fish.  I fed him.  Made sure he had the proper lighting. and cleaned the bowl every week. 

Well, LB saw how much I was enjoying the fish and he decided to bring home a 10 gallon fish tank.  Cool! I thought.  I can have more fish.  I set it up, read the instructions, and bought another fish. 

Well, They died!

So, Since I had a nice tank, I needed more fish.  I went to an actual aquarium store and bought more fish.  I came home with 3 zebra fish and one neon fish.  After a while a friend of mine saw that my tank was clean and my fish were living; she took this as the perfecct opportunity to get rid of one of her fish that she had had for years.  It was an algea eater.  He was very old and large.  He was probably 6 inches long. 

Well, my 5 fish lived happily in my tank for 2 years.  Until, Sunday.  On sunday we realized as we were finishing loading the furniture, that we needed to somehow move the fish.  So, I carefully filled 2 ziploc bags with water from the tank and gently caught the 4 small fish and inserted 2 into each ziploc.  I then placed the ziploc bags into an icecream bucket so that they wouldn't get smashed. 

 I then took Fred, the algea eater and put him directly into  another icecream bucket.  That may sound easy, but getting him in the bucket was no easy task.  First, Fred was 6 inches long, and my fish net was only 3 inches wide.  So that didn't work.  Next I tried to scoop him up with a plastic cup.  But Fred was too fast, and he touched me.  (I like to look at fish, and eat fish, but I don't touch fish).  So, my wonderful mother-in-law stepped in.  She took the icecream bucket and moments later had successfully caught Fred.

The fish are now placed safely into the floorboard of LB's pickup and the tank is clean and ready to be set back up.  So we take the fishes to their new home. 

I refill the tank.  Put the gravel and plants back in and release the fish into their new old home.  They love it!  I think.  I'm not really sure, how you can tell.  Anyway...

Operation fish is complete!

The next morning LB gives me a call. 

You guessed it.  The fish died.  All but one lone zebra fish.  He was the only tough one of the group.  Well, Fred was pretty tough, I think I just gave him a heartattack.  (Old Age)

I have officially named him The Survivor!

(give me a break, I'm not that creative with names)

Ahoy Matey(or is that hello?)

Amy