Booties three

One more.

Booties two

So the blogger doesn't like the original video. I'll try smaller ones.

Booties

So Andy and I decided that the girls needed booties for when we take them skiing. Well, Andy suggested it and I just about had a conniption fit I was so excited. I'm never allowed to get the girls sweaters or booties or anything, so I jumped at the chance.

Now, there's a good reason I'm not allowed to get these things for my girls - they hate them. Well Maggie does. Scout seems to tolerate just about everything pretty well. Some of you may have witnessed the paralytic affect of putting any kind of cloth on Maggie's back when she was younger. It could be something as light as a bandanna draped across her back and she was convinced she could not move. Well she's gotten over that. She'll also reluctantly wear a sweater if I can sneak her into one. Her Pop promptly removes it of course, especially if she fusses, which she is likely to do. The first time I put a sweater on her she literally hid under the Christmas tree, paralyzed, until Andy came home and crawled under the tree to drag her out and take the cursed thing off.

Anyway, I digress. Well we took a special trip to PetCo for the booties. Man are those buggers expensive, but I convinced Pop it was good for the girls. We measured their little feet and got the proper sizes.

Once home, I ripped open the packaging and started reading the instructions. Instructions? You ask. Don't you just put them on. No of course not, well - yes, but then there is the adapting period, so I read about that. Your supposed to put the booties on and let the dogs get used to them. Oh heck yea! I decided I must video tape the event, and did so each of the three times we acclimated them to the booties.

I watch the video's often, but I'll only post one here. The longest one.

Of course, then we took them out to the country (video camera in hand) and sure as s**t if Scout didn't loose two of her flippin' booties before we'd even started skiing. Darn things are now somewhere in the snow on Buena Vista...Maggie's worked though. She hates it when they are on, but you can tell from the second video that once in the field the thought of beating the be-jeezes out of her sister is too tempting to make the booties an issue.

OK - I'm sick of waiting for the video to load, so you're just getting the second video today...I'll try the other one tomorrow when I have more time.

Yea New Post!

So Tracy complained the other day that I need to update my blog, and obviously I do. It's been since October, but man has a lot happened since then. I've been terribly busy at work and at home. So here's my new post. It's a spring/summer picture. It makes me wish it was warmer out, even though I do like the snow.

This is Peso, our smallest red foot tortoise. She is about 8 or 9 years old and extremely friendly (or food oriented, depends on the way you look at it). All three of them are actually pretty food oriented. In the summer the three red foots and the leopard tortoise have run of the yard, which they love, and when we come outside they often times come to us thinking we have food for them. The big male, Spike, is the most food oriented. Peso is the friendliest, and Sylvia basically ignores us. The leopard tortoise, Casanova, totally ignores us and spends much of his time trying to get out of the yard.

So, there you go Tracy. A new post.

Halloween

OK, so if you know me at all you know I hate Halloween - except the dressing up part. I know, I don't quite get it either.

I totally dig getting all dressed up for work and showing off my costume - this year I was a nun. I think I pulled it off pretty successfully. Apparently we had customers asking if I was a real nun, I even had one little girl stop and gawk at me outside my office until I looked up at her (sternly of course, had to stick with the character).

The thing I hate about Halloween is little and not so little kids dressing up and begging for candy at my front door. Don't get me wrong, I was one of the little beggars when I was a kid to, but I am pretty sure I always said "Trick or Treat" and "Thank you". Anymore the little beggars hold out a bag and stare at you until you drop candy in. Last time I gave out candy was when I lived in Rio. Some too old to be trick or treating kid looked at the candy I gave him and said "That's it?!"So, now I don't give anymore candy out. I hide in a back room with all the lights off in the front of the house waiting for the designated time to be over. Little beggars still ring the bell. I'm a prisoner in my own house!

So proud of my garden, and yet...

From little seedlings first popping out of the dirt this winter to a full grown garden! I'm pretty proud of my first garden, complete with funky sunflowers. And yet, not all is right in the Pope Garden...there is apparently a thief lurking in our midst. Someone who likes tomatoes apparently. So who is the offender? A tortoise clearly you may say. But no, it is not possible because the garden has eight inch walls surrounding it, and these eaten beauties sit higher still. Too tall for an adolescent tortoise. Perhaps Andy you say - not so, would Andy sit IN the garden and eat said tomatoes off the vine, leaving the evidence hanging behind? No, clearly not. And it's not bunnies either. While eating vegetation is their strong suit, the damage done is delicate, and with no bunny teeth marks. Plus, with Scout around, what bunny would come into the yard? So that leave me, and that's clearly not it, and our two lovely Dog-hters, Scout and Maggie.

Well now, Scout does spend a lot of time in the garden, and has destroyed vegetation thru her recklessness and frantic efforts to kill bunnies, she doesn't seem to be our culprit. No, clearly the offender is our own precious Maggie. Evidence! you demand. What more evidence do you need than snorting in the garden followed by tomato breath? None. She is our own little garden thief.

Andy bought himself a boat for his birthday!

Well, it's not a very good picture of the boat per say...but it is a cute photo, no?

Andy sold his boat a few weeks ago because someone made him and offer he couldn't refuse. So, the weekend of his birthday we went up to MN to look at this boat, and it was such a great deal we bought it!

This picture if from the first day of fishing. Maggie and Scout love it. Lots of room to wander and chase lures, there's even a special Maggie cubby where she can nap on hot days.

The only think lacking is a second console, which I think we might need to get installed since this boat goes WAY faster than the last one. Oh yea, and the girls wish it had more pillows.