weigh in

mom, i really do not like how that big dog looked at me when we came in here.  didjoo see how he looked at me? and are you sure this weigh in is really necessary? cuz even though my tummy has been very unhappy about it, i have been really good about doing this diet thing for almost a month now. and i have been doing my sit ups every day and skipping the monkey chow milkshakes when me n dad watch cartoons on saturday mornings and u know i have been chasing bunnies, like, every day.  even dad says i look thinner now.  and my orange dud is all flappy on me.  why, i betchoo that i'll be needing 25% more food after we see how much i...

noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

i still need to lose 3 pounds?  three whole pounds? that's like, the same amount i needed to lose a month ago, only now i am hungrier...so much hungrier....

mom, i know i have lost the same amount of weight before and i know it will take more time than just a month to lose it, but do you think we can call doctor tushie man and make sure he meant an ideal weight of 17 to 18 pounds on planet earth and not on the planets venus or uranus??? cuz my tummy says he would me more than happy for all of us to relocate to either planet if that would help us achieve our goals faster. :) :)

gettin piggy wit it

and this little piggy stretched out on his deck to soak in the morning sun. :)

evening walkie

Even after coolness starts to take back the evening, it's still a pretty warm walkie for all of us this time of year, but especially so for the little kielbasa,  who still wouldn't trade his walkies for anything, outside maybe an actual bonafide opportunity to get medieval on all those cwazy wabbits that we encounter just beyond his reach.

mom, i know we are back home and  my tongue is practically dragging on the ground and there are mosquitoes everywhere but can we please stay out in the front yard for a while? i smell bunnnnieeees!!

la mia panacea

dear santa,
i know i am writing u early and i know mom says i do not need one but will you please consider giving me the D9000 mega super long extendo leash like my friend iris has for christmas this year if not sooner bcuz as u can see here i am totally missing out on all the bunny chasing action with the shorty leash that mom likes to use on our walkies and well, as you might imagine, not being able to satisfactorily fulfill my instinctual hunger to chase bunnies can lead to other problems like taking out all my wolfy aggressions on my toyfriends and getting all barky with the neighbor dogs, the actions of which i am hoping you will see should totally not count against me when considering my eligibility for nice list this year bcuz if i only had the D9000 mega super long extendo leash then i could chase the bunnies like i want to so all my wolfy needs would be met and all the naughty things i have done or are am about to do or did yesterday would not have happened. including barking at my friend toby and that puppy that i thought was scary and iris's friend biscuit.

anyhoo, santa, i hope u r having a wonderful summer making things like my mom is too which i will hopefully help her put on etsy soon and i hope u will seriously consider my request for the D9000 mega super long extendo leash and or amnesty from the naughty list for actions which are sure to be was and were beyond my control as i am and may forever be instinctually unfulfilled if i do not get this leash.

thank you for your consideration and toodleydoo!
baxter

ps - duk duk, chocobot, and lil pink puppy all say hi. :) oh and if u make the D9000 mega super extendo leash in iron man or scooby doo, that would be swell.  otherwise maybe green or black, but u know, in high gloss metallic finish with contrast reflective glow in the dark pinstriping and built in snackie comparment.  :)

pssssst!

psssst! can u do me a favor and keep a secret? tell duk duk i will meet him here behind the curtains and we can work on our pirate trip bcuz i today am totally hiding from mom and mister bubbles and their stinky ol bath that i did not get last week! 
 

five

So, I've hit my Must Take Action or Risk Operational Computer Kaflooeyblooey limit oh, at least three times now. Once when I only had 30GBs of remaining free hard drive space, again when I reset my abitrary limit to 10 GBs because, well things seemed to still be working fine, and now, when I have less that 5GBs of free space left. And, well, I could easily fill that up in a week or less if I'm not careful.  I really shouldn't push my luck, should I?  So yesterday and this weekend, I will be taking a break from creating new pictures as best I can, and scrubbing my photo files before they are offloaded on an external hard drive and perhaps into cyber space (what do u use?).  Which means today, we go back into the file vaults of 2010, when there was hardly a gray hair on somepuppy's little chinny chin chin, and his bright pink tongue was as long as it ever was.

o i remember that car ridey mom! it was near the end of 2010 and u gave me a snackie and it was dee-licious!

um, mom, may i please have another snackie now? :) :)

x marks the spot

I had been struggling for hours figuring out the likes of bezier curves and messing with RGB filters and raster and vector layers yesterday.  Climbing mountains of frustration as I plodded thru unfamiliar software built with an English based vocabulary, that still could have been better understood by Martians.

"Really? You can't just use the word Menu instead of Palette?  How bout say smooth lines instead of anti-aliasing?  Why isn't there a simple slider control for zoom, especially since I don't have a Num button on my keyboard? Why caN'T I PUT TEXT ON MY OBJECT INSTEAD OF AROUND IT?  WHERE Is the thingy to...Why can't I ...how do I....I don't even know how to ask!!" Yeah, it was that kind of day, stumbling in the dark despite the sunlight all around me, gaining an inch for every mile I slid back, trying to unlock the powers of what I knew would be graphic design nirvana if only I stuck with it long enough.  Nobody bug me, please,  I'm pushing electrons.

By the time evening had rolled around yesterday, poor little tiny chumley had had enough of being ignored all day.  With the sun setting, and speckled with tiny bits of floor flotsam that he had picked up from rolling all over the carpet in hopes of tearing me away from my white whale, Baxter trundled up in the waning daylight and stared at me.

mom, if there is anything i can help u with, please let me know okay?

I moved my cursor over the X on the upper right hand of my "palette" and clicked.  Well baby dog, I think you just did.   :)

the daily tomato

For weeks now tiny chumley has patiently been watching the cherry tomato plants by his window grow, barking at the squirrels and biting at the buzzy bees as best he could from the inside of his house, all to protect his plants, all while watching his green orbs ever so slowly grow larger and redder.
























This week, his diligence has paid off, with the bottommost tomatoes of one of his plants ripening, one fruit at a time, one day at a time.

oooh mom, is that what i think it is? 

(slidey slide)

 order up please!! :) :)

Hee hee, and thus begins our summer of the daily tomato. :)

summer siesta

With temps back in the 90s, yesterday was a good day to stay inside, and for some little wiener boys at least, dream of delicious duck. :)

tastes like chicken

Little did I know how special tiny chumley's little wet food treat was going to be when I pulled the blue can from the shelf and carelessly opened it up, never bothering to look at the label. I was in a bit of a rush since we had just finished doing his nails and it was time for his rawhide reward, and well, okay, I wanted to see what he would do if given the option of abandoning rawhide prize number one for the possibly more enticing wet food reward on pedestal number two, in our own little makeshift game of Let's Make a Deal.  Which is how, by the way,  I found out my sweet little boy would be a bit of cheat if he ever met up with Monty Hall, opting as he did after some anguished deliberation to abandon his rawhide and gobble up the scoop of tasty prize number two, only to then in a flash, retake prize number one, and skip skip skippy off with it before I could even say anything.

gee thanks mom that was super tasty c u later buh bye back in a bit and may i have some more of that stuff tomorrow?? :) :)

But, my story doesn't just end there.  The blue can did come out again for Monday's lunch, and only then did I wonder why baby dog was going absolutely bonkers over the stuff.  I mean, I know the little kielbasa was hungry and it's been a while since he's had canned food, but still...baby dog's reaction was practically primeval.  My eyes settled upon the text of the can as I took out the second spoonful.  The can that used the same color blue as is on the bag of diet kibble by that same brand which is why i picked it.  The can that  I thought would read "weight management formula - chicken and turkey."  The can that actually read, "95% duck."

Wait wait -  duck?  DUCK??   Oh...duuuuck!

I was slightly embarrassed to find myself reacting as I did, wondering about the moral implications of feeding duck to a dog whose best toyfriend is a duk.  But I was pretty certain that admitting it to anybody but you would would most certainly get me admitted.

mom, it's okay.  we will only eat this one can and not tell duk duk and besides, he eats hot dogs all the time and u do not see me saying anything at all.  we have an understanding.  plus, it tastes a lot like chicken.  :) :)

nothing 2 see here

Oh Baxterrrr, where are you and what are you doOOoooinng?  You didn't snitch your new toyfriend from the bag I left on the stairs, did you?

uhhhhhmmmm...no, mom?

but as there is clearly nothing 2 see here, i will come over to where you are and help u look for it, okay? :) :)

sometimes the tummy wants what it wants, even on fathers day...

happy father's day dear daaa-aaad! happy father's day to yoooouuuu! ....and ma-nee morrrrrrre!

okay, when's lunch? :):) 

baxter & duk duk's super short silent videos: tunnel walking

Sometimes I think it would be swell if doxies came with a slow motion button, if only to capture the cuteness of things we might otherwise miss, like a happy tail, swishing along the inside walls of a play tunnel. :)

(ps - click on the gear on the lower right of the video frame to switch the resolution to HD because boo hoo, apparently one can no longer specify resolution at which a video should play. thank u for supporting my OCD)

poopwinked

 

Hey, Baxter, guess what time it is!!!! 

ooo, mom i am all ears! hmm, is it walkie time?

Nope, guess again!

maybeee..snackie time?

No, even betterrr!

oooOOOOooOOoo, dinner time?

Keeeep guessing!

oh my goodness! is it - rawhide time??

Well, baby dog....

..nope! It's time for a bath!!!

homeslice

a slice of tomato

from my very own garden,

i cannot wait for more!

- baxter, 5.5 years old, too excited to sit still for pictures with his very first homegrown tomato slice of the season

bored

no mom,  i have not run into any naughty noisy boys with nothing to do up here. didjoo..hear something.. from somewhere else...maybe? :) :)

land shark

i am a land shark

jumping out to catch his prey.

watch your fingers mom!

- baxter, 5.5 years old, and very happy that school is over so he can start his summer vacation. :)

baxter & duk duk's dangerously dubious skills for daring dogs and duks: lesson 24

(hhhhwwwwweeehhh...hhhhhbbbbpppplllttttt!)

(hhhhhhhwwwwweeehhhhh....hhhhhhhpppppppbbbbbllllllttttwweee!)

oooo! didjoo heawr dat hduk hduk? i hthink hwee almoth goth it hthat time! othkay hmohm, hmehbhee hwee need htoo tryh it wif youwr hfingerth a liddle farthurh up thith time othkay? i am hpretty hthure thoon i will bhee able htoo hail a khab hfor hyoo hin hnew york thitty!! :) :)

- baxter, 5.5 years old, on spending his lazy Sunday afternoon trying to learn how to whistle :)

i swallowed it :)

Even though tiny chumley relishes his strawberry treats, whole plump and delicious berries the size of his nose are often gone in an instant, chomp chomp gulped so quickly that I've hardly had a chance to pet him and tell him what a good boy he is and how special-..heeyy, what happened to your strawberry little boy?


well mom, i swallowed it!  may i please have another??

Which is why his meals now often looks like this.  The breakfast of tiny chomping champions. :)

dapper doxie duds: i like watermelon

dear diary, 
yippee! yesterday i got to model the dud mom finished for my new friend peyton and i am really excited bcuz it has a watermelon on it because peyton likes watermelon and hey i wonder if we still have any watermelon...nope..o well. so anyhoo my new friend peyton is a smooth black and tan whose mom said he would not be afraid to mix plaid and stripes and well certainly the same must be true about mixing dots and watermelons and bring bold happy colors, right?  and although he is not nearly as big as me, he is still big enough that i can model it. which was such a relief bcuz i was really hoping to earn my snackies yesterday,and well, i did!

so peyton, if u r reading my diary, i just wanted to say i hope u really like your new festive dud and if u get any watermelon please do tell me all about it because boo hoo we do not have any here.  o, and i hope u r having a very wonderful weekend!!

toodley-doo!
b. :)