National Taco Day!

We are so excited that Oreo told us it was National Taco Day and asked us to celebrate in honour of angel Jazzi, the world's greatest taco lover!  First, to put on the record, I, the Lady am not a fan of the taco. I like all the elements, but don't like the shells. I always make myself a taco salad. The Man, well let's just say he always eats a lot of tacos. I think the record is like 8. He was over the moon to prepare tacos to help us prepare the post.

This was the first time the pups ever had tacos. They were excited and interested.

Lady made meat and cheese tacos for the dogs.

First they both ate all the meat and cheese out of them.

Then they ate the crunchy shells.

Phod thought this special treat should be eaten in bed. They both take any special treats to a bed to eat. 

Then the Man and I  feasted and the dogs begged for more! Unfortunately the Man had spiced the remaining mean so the pups were SOL! 

Thanks Jazzi for starting the Blogville Taco Crazy and to Oreo for continuing it in her honour. 

Happy Birthday Grammie!

Today is our Grammie's birthday. We will celebrate with her next week when she comes for Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving is the second Monday in October in Canada).  Until then, we send her our birthday wishes!

Happy Birthday Grammie! 

National Black Dog Day - A Day Late

No one is surprised that the person who couldn't get organized enough to participate in the Sadie Hawkins dance, didn't realize until too late yesterday that October 1 was National Black Dog Day. (We punished her by rolling in poop yesterday and then giving her the evil eye for cleaning it off of us and not letting us roll it all over her bed).

Better to celebrate late than never!

Black dogs are the last to get adopted. It may be that they don't photograph as well or that they look scarier. Either way, more black dogs are left behind then any other colour.  Let's work to end the stigma toward black dogs and get to know a dog before we judge it by its breed or colour.

Happy Belated National Black Dog Day!

Did You Know?

Hey, we saw over at Wag n' Woof that starting today, it is walk your dog week. The rules are simple, commit to walking your dog every day for a week.

In our normal lives, during the week, we get our walk every day. Yesterday I had to leave the house by 6:30, so I was up at 5 to make sure the dogs got a least 30 minutes of walk time. To be honest in the dark, they really don't like  to go as far. Sometimes on the weekends I admit, we don't walk, we play in the yard instead. But this week we will walk every day!

Will you do the same?

Wordless Wednesday - Stay On Your Side

Big Suck

For the longest time, our Phod was hesitant to get up on the bed and furniture. We assume this wasn't allowed in his first home. He would stand and wait and look at you with sad eyes and only with a lot of encouragement, would he get up on the furniture.

Hailey has never had such a problem, she knows everything is hers and she will sit where she feels like. So get use to it people.

Over the summer, 3 years after joining us, Phod has finally become comfortable with inviting himself up on the furniture. We now have great snuggles on the couch while we watch TV.

 He will also hop up on the bed as we are falling asleep and as we are waking. He does spend most of the night on one of the beds in our room, but will spend more time with us. He snuggles right up so you can pet him.

We have created a great big giant suck. It is the life my sweet, sweet boy deserves and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Mischief Monday - There Was No Contest

Some weeks it is hard to decide who should get our mischief award, but this was not such a week.

This week's mischief award goes to the Man.

It started Thursday night (like 9:30) when the Man mistakenly, but not too surprisingly, believe there was a fire in the freezer attached to the fridge. He was in the kitchen and heard weird "popping" noises in the freezer. When he opened it, it was glowing red, steaming,  hot and popping - really kind of like an electrical fire. The power was cut, the fridge was moved, etc. etc. No wires were chewed but there was mouse poop (vindicating Hailey who had barked at it a lot Wednesday evening). We moved everything from the freezer to the chest freezer in the garage. While I was exploring new fridge options, the Man was perusing the manual and discovered this was apparently normal. Some web research confirmed this. Apparently sometimes the defrost heater in your fridge can be like that. Who knew?  Anyway, we were just relieved to not have to get a new fridge.

Fast-forward to Friday morning. The Man puts a "magic" type bag that his massage therapist has brought (yep, she comes to the house) into the microwave. I was sitting in the dining room and stood up to get some socks as my feet were cold. I look over and the microwave was billowing smoke. The Man had followed the massage therapist's directions and put it in the microwave for 10 minutes. This was too long and it had burnt.  They believe the bowl she had for it may not have been microwave safe. This left our house smoky and smelling of burnt, but fortunately no one was hurt.

We are now hoping for a few fire free, boring days!