I had to share this picture. If you don’t follow me on Facebook you have missed this gem. It was taken at my parents’ house. I had just made a late brunch – poached eggs, toast, bacon and pan fried potatoes. We were sitting at the couch watching a spot of telly. I put my plate down and felt like I was being watched…I was! Click the picture to get the full size image.
All you see in the foreground is food…and then you see puppy spy. Such a cute little guy. He hates it when he can’t see food. LOL He hates it even more when you’re eating and he wants some. The joys of owning a dog like this – they’re perpetually hungry, but don’t fall for the big sad eyes.
He is freshly shaved, in anticipation for the summer! How adorable does he look? He almost looks puppy-ish again, but the big ole head is a dead giveaway.
I think I’ve been bombarding the blog lately with animal posts in addition to nail polish, but I can’t help it.
Today I gave Rex a bath. I try to give him a bath and clean his ears out once a week because he’s a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. As with most spaniels and dogs of his ilk, they have tendencies to have things go wrong in their ears if you don’t take care of them. Rex is no exception. So I like to nip it in the bud.
Rex always needs a bath once a week because if he doesn’t he’s no longer adorable ruff ruff Rex. He’s Stinkasaurus Rex. He brings the funk and not in a good way.
Rex says, “Your depraved indifference to my suffering shows. You take photos of me when I am cold, wet and hungry.”
Cat Dog Pets
The Dog Days of Rex and The Tale of Persnickity Cat Dr Bombay
Monday, 22 November, 2010
I rarely post pictures of my pets. I am not sure why I don’t, but I will remedy that now.
I wore my poor Rex out last week. Initially I had busted out with the flashlight in the hopes of enticing Dr Bombay out of a tiny cocoon of blankets he had made for himself in our bed, to no avail. He merely stared at me groggily.
Comfortable cat is comfortable…
Usually kitty gets marginally interested enough to pounce a few times, then decides if the activity is futile/worthwhile.
Rex, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of chasing the flashlight beam on the floor. After half an hour, I was a little bored by waving it around and watching Rex happily yap after it. He did do a little protest whinge. I turned away for a moment to get a glass of water. I looked over my shoulder from the kitchen and the picture below is what I saw. Rexie zonked out. So zonked, he was hanging out of his basket and was snoring into the carpet. Awww….
