As August draws near, we begin to hear more discussions in our house about school. While the Dogs on Propps are fond of education, we believe that this 'school' thing should be outlawed. We believe that when the upright walkers are talking about school, this refers to the place they go for very long periods of time (it could be days as far as we know). When they leave, they put Holly and Madden (and sometimes Ella) in the crates in our garage, where they are forced to sleep on blankets and chew bones filled with peanut butter all day, rather than being allowed to play outside and run about the house. All we can figure is that the people are at this school place, and that means our fun is over until...the weekend. On top of that, the oldest boy is talking about going to UNM, which sounds really far, and we are concerned about how often we will see him. (especially Ella)
Ultimately, the Dogs on Propps officially vote 'no' on returning to school.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Dogs on Propps at the Dog Park
We love the dog park!
It's long been promised, and today it finally happened...Dogs on Propps (sans Ella, who is too nervous to visit locations like this) took a trip to the dog park!
The visit began as it normally does, with Koko, um, having to go potty urgently upon arrival and Madden announcing our arrival. (BARK BARK BARK WE'RE HERE, THE DOGS ON PROPPS, YOU'VE READ ABOUT US ONLINE AND NOW WE'RE HERE)
The trip was far better than the last, as Madden mellowed out pretty quickly and found other dogs to chase, Holly ran around and got tired quickly, but Koko was picked on by a springer spaniel named Max. (We'll see you next time, Max, and you'd better bring reinforcements)
Koko says, "If you see that dog Max, you tell him he's a punk. I'll kick his butt."
After a half hour, the Dogs on Propps time limit for attending any event, we packed up and headed home with four tired, hot, very happy dogs. (see evidence below)
Madden didn't even make it home before he fell asleep.
Madden didn't even make it home before he fell asleep.
Holly, being Holly
Paolo was worn out by the attention from his admirers but was able to muster a smile for his family
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Summertime...
Holly, enjoying the end of the graduation party. She was told she was posing for a catalog.
...and the living is easy.
We are back! After a long hiatus, (that included remodeling, a high school graduation, and a lovely wedding), Dogs on Propps are back.
This summer, we have dedicated ourselves to: running, hiking, walking about the neighborhood, barking at other dogs who walk by, killing birds (ahem...Sammie), wrestling with Holly, being protective of the humans, and sleeping late. We have not gotten to take a trip to the dog park yet, as the upright walkers still have not recovered from the last jaunt there.
It's good to be back - now you can follow us on Twitter!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A Warning
Here it is, ladies and gentlemen...the most dangerous piece of equipment in your homes.
The tall upright walkers in my house call it an...'ironing board'. I don't know what that means, but I know it makes this loud squeaky noise when it gets opened up at my house. It's not used that often, but when it comes out, it screams at me. It screams at my family, too, and they don't even care. They just act like it's no big deal. They stand there and drape their clothes on it and smile at me. They have no idea how dangerous this thing is - if only they understood the words it uses when it opens up! I hate it. I loathe this thing, this ironing board thing, and I want it to die. I will continue to bark at it and nip at its legs when it sits in our kitchen, because it needs to know that it is not welcome in our home. How do I make it leave? What do I do?
Please, if you do nothing else today, make sure that you drag this thing out of your house and out into your front yard. It is the only way to keep your family safe.
Yours truly,
Madden
Friday, May 15, 2009
Coming soon
Just in case you were wondering if we were still around...we are. We have been remodelling the house for the upcoming wedding reception and the oldest's graduation...well, pix will be posted soon..the dog's are doing well and the family even better.....
bueno bye
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Post-Bath: Holly Style
Ah, Holly...
As one of the bigger Dogs on Propps, Holly tends to gather a lot of, well...dirt. She loves to play outside, and likes to chase Madden, and roll in the dirt. Apparently, in the dog world, that is the 'shiznit'.
So last week, Holly got a bath. She got a good scrubbing that made her shiny and made her smell pretty. She was absolutely having none of that. Being clean is for suckers.
The next day, while we were relaxing in the living room, Holly came in with a little bit of dust on her. She had gone out to play, and had an unfortunate incident with the dirt. I wiped her off, and went back to watching TV. Five minutes later, my sweet black dog came in disguised as a brown dog. My wiping her down had obviously been a challenge, and she had to make herself dirty - fully dirty with dust falling off of her as she trotted through the house.
You gotta get rid of that bath smell. It's gross to dogs.
As one of the bigger Dogs on Propps, Holly tends to gather a lot of, well...dirt. She loves to play outside, and likes to chase Madden, and roll in the dirt. Apparently, in the dog world, that is the 'shiznit'.
So last week, Holly got a bath. She got a good scrubbing that made her shiny and made her smell pretty. She was absolutely having none of that. Being clean is for suckers.
The next day, while we were relaxing in the living room, Holly came in with a little bit of dust on her. She had gone out to play, and had an unfortunate incident with the dirt. I wiped her off, and went back to watching TV. Five minutes later, my sweet black dog came in disguised as a brown dog. My wiping her down had obviously been a challenge, and she had to make herself dirty - fully dirty with dust falling off of her as she trotted through the house.
You gotta get rid of that bath smell. It's gross to dogs.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Um, yeah...uh...this looks bad, doesn't it? Yeah. Well, see, the reason I'm on this filing cabinet is that the cats wanted me to...you see, there was no more food for the...um, I was worried that the kitties weren't getting enough, you know, nutrition, and I felt like I should, uh...yeah. Yeah. About me eating the cat food....
Friday, January 16, 2009
New Year's Eve Dog Park Visit
Over the break, the Dogs on Propps took a visit to the dog park north of their home. They wanted to ensure they celebrated the last day of 2008 in spectacular fashion, so off to the dog park it was.
To begin, it must be noted that only four of the dogs on Propps actually get to take the trip to the dog park. We have discovered, after several unsuccessful trips, that Ella hates the dog park. She loathes it with a passion that burns like a thousand suns. She is overwhelmed with all the smells, and feels like she needs to protect her family from the other dogs, and it wears her out. She gets an automatic pass to stay home.
So...Holly, Koko, Paolo, and Madden piled in the car with the girls and the grown-ups, and off we went.
Getting out of the car was half the battle when we arrived at our destination. Koko, as the largest, could see what was coming from a mile away. She saw the other dogs, and immediately began whining. Not a polite, 'aww...look at the cute other puppies' whine, but a 'OHMYGODGETMEOUTOFTHISCARTHISINSTANT' whine. She pulled and pushed and scratched legs (sorry M) in order to be the first one out of the car and into the park.
One adult got out of the car, blocking all other dogs except Koko.
Other adult held back two dogs while oldest girl child tried to get out with Holly (gotta go in size order to avoid injury). Then, adult grabbed Paolo's leash to try to help him out. Paolo, wild with anxiety and excitement at this point, was prancing about, attempting to get out to meet other new dogs. Madden was carried out by the youngest girl, knowing not what he would encounter upon entering the dog park.
It is a sight, I imagine, to see people arrive with four dogs (and one left at home), and the energy that they contain when they get into the ante area of the park. We entered, and were immediately greeted by a myriad of dogs.
Knowing that dogs are pack animals, and that they always figure out who's in charge, it's interesting to watch them work. Some like to go to play, some explore, some are shy. Our dogs at home, of course, have certain personalities that we see daily. Koko is in charge, and really not interested in much except being in charge. Paolo is anxious and cranky, and does not like new people. Holly is friendly and happy, and Madden is usually easygoing and laid back.
Upon our arrival at the dog park, however, we noticed significant changes in these behaviors. Koko gets nervous at the dog park, but will run around. Holly stays about the same, exploring different dog odors, (and the source of those odors, if you get my drift), and Madden and Paolo do a super doggie personality switch at the gate.
Paolo, who is not interested in anything else but his human dad and sleeping, declared himself Official Park Greeter. He waited by the gate for new dogs to enter, then wagged his tail and jumped and played with them. When not talking to new dogs, he would go to meet new people...jumping on their legs, asking them to play with him.
Madden, who never met a stranger, declared himself Protector of all things Dogs on Propps. He would not go far from us, but when he did, he was chasing other dogs away and yelling at them for approaching any of his family members. He was not letting anyone get near his family. GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY.
After thirty minutes of corraling and chastising and doing a constant head count, it was time to go. Madden and Koko had each been involved in minor scuffles, (one involving Koko chasing a screaming child...stop running away, Nathaniel!) and Holly and Paolo had made some new friends. We leashed everyone and headed out the gate, tired from the experience.
Holly had already been for a run that morning. She was So Very Tired.
Paolo on the meet and greet track. Notice his sleek physique and friendly attitude.
Koko telling Other Dog who's boss. She then spit on him and kicked sand in his face.
To begin, it must be noted that only four of the dogs on Propps actually get to take the trip to the dog park. We have discovered, after several unsuccessful trips, that Ella hates the dog park. She loathes it with a passion that burns like a thousand suns. She is overwhelmed with all the smells, and feels like she needs to protect her family from the other dogs, and it wears her out. She gets an automatic pass to stay home.
So...Holly, Koko, Paolo, and Madden piled in the car with the girls and the grown-ups, and off we went.
Getting out of the car was half the battle when we arrived at our destination. Koko, as the largest, could see what was coming from a mile away. She saw the other dogs, and immediately began whining. Not a polite, 'aww...look at the cute other puppies' whine, but a 'OHMYGODGETMEOUTOFTHISCARTHISINSTANT' whine. She pulled and pushed and scratched legs (sorry M) in order to be the first one out of the car and into the park.
One adult got out of the car, blocking all other dogs except Koko.
Other adult held back two dogs while oldest girl child tried to get out with Holly (gotta go in size order to avoid injury). Then, adult grabbed Paolo's leash to try to help him out. Paolo, wild with anxiety and excitement at this point, was prancing about, attempting to get out to meet other new dogs. Madden was carried out by the youngest girl, knowing not what he would encounter upon entering the dog park.
It is a sight, I imagine, to see people arrive with four dogs (and one left at home), and the energy that they contain when they get into the ante area of the park. We entered, and were immediately greeted by a myriad of dogs.
Knowing that dogs are pack animals, and that they always figure out who's in charge, it's interesting to watch them work. Some like to go to play, some explore, some are shy. Our dogs at home, of course, have certain personalities that we see daily. Koko is in charge, and really not interested in much except being in charge. Paolo is anxious and cranky, and does not like new people. Holly is friendly and happy, and Madden is usually easygoing and laid back.
Upon our arrival at the dog park, however, we noticed significant changes in these behaviors. Koko gets nervous at the dog park, but will run around. Holly stays about the same, exploring different dog odors, (and the source of those odors, if you get my drift), and Madden and Paolo do a super doggie personality switch at the gate.
Paolo, who is not interested in anything else but his human dad and sleeping, declared himself Official Park Greeter. He waited by the gate for new dogs to enter, then wagged his tail and jumped and played with them. When not talking to new dogs, he would go to meet new people...jumping on their legs, asking them to play with him.
Madden, who never met a stranger, declared himself Protector of all things Dogs on Propps. He would not go far from us, but when he did, he was chasing other dogs away and yelling at them for approaching any of his family members. He was not letting anyone get near his family. GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY.
After thirty minutes of corraling and chastising and doing a constant head count, it was time to go. Madden and Koko had each been involved in minor scuffles, (one involving Koko chasing a screaming child...stop running away, Nathaniel!) and Holly and Paolo had made some new friends. We leashed everyone and headed out the gate, tired from the experience.
They can't wait to go back.
Madden, ready to kick some ass. Look away lest you want your eyeballs ripped out.
Madden, ready to kick some ass. Look away lest you want your eyeballs ripped out.
Holly had already been for a run that morning. She was So Very Tired.
Paolo on the meet and greet track. Notice his sleek physique and friendly attitude.
Koko telling Other Dog who's boss. She then spit on him and kicked sand in his face.Monday, January 12, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Mouse Killa
Sammie!
I said it's Sammie! S-A-M-M-I-E. Not S-A-M-M-Y. If you're going to hassle me, man, at least get my name right.
Middle name? Yeah, I got a middle name. It's Louis. Why are you laughing? Why the HELL are you laughing? I'll mess you up.
Look, I'll tell you again. I didn't hurt the mouse on purpose. He was in my yard. MY yard, dude. What else was I supposed to do? He walks onto my turf, I gotta protect it. Nothin' in the law against self-defense, is there? I didn't think so.
So, no - he walks into the yard, and I thought I'd have some fun with him. You know, rough him up a little bit so the other mousies know to stay away. So I chase him. He wasn't real fast, short legs and all...anyway, I caught him, obviously, and I pinned him down. All I said was, "NEVER come back to the Dogs (and cats) on Propps house". He started breathing fast, and looked at me, like he was going to say something. That's when he got all still. I batted him around a little. I'll admit it. You know, just to see if he was alright. I was trying to help was all. He twitched a couple of times, and then he just stopped moving. I don't know, it all happened so fast.
Yeah, I moved his body. I didn't want that garbage dirtying up the sidewalk for my family. I just dragged it up to the door, though. I didn't want them to miss it when they walked out. I wanted to make sure they gave him a proper burial. Yeah, I guess I had something to do with it. Sid, though, the cat from next door - he delivered the final blow.
I promise I'll never do it again. You tell the mousies, though, that if they come in this yard, I'll take care of 'em. I'll take care of 'em real good.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Paolo Alfredo, Badass
Paolo loves to be groomed.
Let me make myself clear. Paolo hates the actual grooming part. He enjoys himself tremendously when said grooming is over. In fact, he goes way nuts - running around the house, wagging his tail furiously, jumping all over the other dogs to tell them how lucky he is to have gotten a bath, or had his nails clipped, or whatever.
So on Saturday, during the ARI/ATL playoff game, I decided it would be a good idea to try out the newest addition to the Dogs on Propps accessories collection, a Pedi Paw. (it won't hurt my feelings that you didn't click on that link - I don't click on 'em either. However, for those who wanted more information, it was available. So there.)
Anyway, for the uninitiated, this Pedi Paw thing is essentially a mechanical rotating emery board (nail file, boys) for dog nails. As we have five sets of dog nails to tend to, (ten, counting the back feet) I thought it would be a grand idea. Nails are hard to clip, and I'm always nervous that I'm going to cut past the quick, and the idea of that makes me faint just to consider. Pedi Paws to the rescue!
Paolo was first. We knew that if he was able to handle it, the others surely would. He is anxious and we were hoping that if the other dogs saw it was no big deal, they would feel the same way. His nails were done quickly, but the emery portion, essentially cheap sandpaper, wore down fast, and took three times as long to do the actual job. I decided to try the Pedi Paw on Koko, but fifteen minutes into the job, I gave up and went back to the clippers. Everyone got their nails done, and when we let all the dogs back in, Paolo was overwhelmed with joy. He wanted to share his excitement with everyone...especially Koko. In his joy, he jumped on Koko, who in no uncertain terms then told him to back off. (in fact, I believe she dropped the f-bomb, but I can't be sure.) He wouldn't take no for an answer. He wanted to tell her how happy he was about his nails, and he went back for more. He jumped at her one time too many, and Koko, who has the opposite feeling about grooming, went nuts. She attacked Paolo, fitting his entire head into her mouth, and took a chunk out of his head in front of his left ear. He screamed like a little girl. (in fact, allow me to quote: YIPE YIPE YIPE)
He is fine. We cleaned him up, applied the appropriate meds, and let him rest for a day or so. Though he swelled up like Marlon Brando about 8 hours afterwards, the swelling is down now and he is back to his normal, prissy, dainty self.
And his fingernails? They look fabulous.
Paolo's nails, brought to you by the Dogs on Propps manicurist. Ignore the nail on the left that is longer than the others.
Let me make myself clear. Paolo hates the actual grooming part. He enjoys himself tremendously when said grooming is over. In fact, he goes way nuts - running around the house, wagging his tail furiously, jumping all over the other dogs to tell them how lucky he is to have gotten a bath, or had his nails clipped, or whatever.
So on Saturday, during the ARI/ATL playoff game, I decided it would be a good idea to try out the newest addition to the Dogs on Propps accessories collection, a Pedi Paw. (it won't hurt my feelings that you didn't click on that link - I don't click on 'em either. However, for those who wanted more information, it was available. So there.)
Anyway, for the uninitiated, this Pedi Paw thing is essentially a mechanical rotating emery board (nail file, boys) for dog nails. As we have five sets of dog nails to tend to, (ten, counting the back feet) I thought it would be a grand idea. Nails are hard to clip, and I'm always nervous that I'm going to cut past the quick, and the idea of that makes me faint just to consider. Pedi Paws to the rescue!
Paolo was first. We knew that if he was able to handle it, the others surely would. He is anxious and we were hoping that if the other dogs saw it was no big deal, they would feel the same way. His nails were done quickly, but the emery portion, essentially cheap sandpaper, wore down fast, and took three times as long to do the actual job. I decided to try the Pedi Paw on Koko, but fifteen minutes into the job, I gave up and went back to the clippers. Everyone got their nails done, and when we let all the dogs back in, Paolo was overwhelmed with joy. He wanted to share his excitement with everyone...especially Koko. In his joy, he jumped on Koko, who in no uncertain terms then told him to back off. (in fact, I believe she dropped the f-bomb, but I can't be sure.) He wouldn't take no for an answer. He wanted to tell her how happy he was about his nails, and he went back for more. He jumped at her one time too many, and Koko, who has the opposite feeling about grooming, went nuts. She attacked Paolo, fitting his entire head into her mouth, and took a chunk out of his head in front of his left ear. He screamed like a little girl. (in fact, allow me to quote: YIPE YIPE YIPE)
He is fine. We cleaned him up, applied the appropriate meds, and let him rest for a day or so. Though he swelled up like Marlon Brando about 8 hours afterwards, the swelling is down now and he is back to his normal, prissy, dainty self.
And his fingernails? They look fabulous.
Paolo's nails, brought to you by the Dogs on Propps manicurist. Ignore the nail on the left that is longer than the others.
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