Fight Fight Fight Don't Howl Like A Dog

I don't want my cuss-filled rant to be the first thing people see when they come to my blog (though I am still feeling cussy) but I don't have much to say today. Instead of ranting some more, I'm going through my camera's memory card and posting photos of my pups. Because really, what cheers me up more than pictures of cute puppies? (Dear Jess, thank you for emailing me a picture of your new pup. It did cheer me up. Love Hillary)

Chicken is Stella's crack. This picture demonstrates how lucky we are that Stella stopped growing. If she had grown even one inch more, the contents of our countertops would not be safe.


Wolfgang is learning the 'sit' command. He hasn't quite grasped that he needs to be commanded to sit before getting a treat. His new trick is to walk in front of us, make eye contact, deliberately sit, and then look at us like "hey, where's my biscuit?" Stella is full of disdain.


I wish that I could say that this is a shot of the pups cuddling (Stella is the big spoon and Wolfgang is the little spoon!) but that would be a lie.

This is the sequence leading up to the above photo:

the staredown

the strike

the action

It resulted in both puppies being tuckered out, lying beside each other on the couch, half-heartedly chewing the other's face.

My puppies crack me up even when I'm in a foul mood.