Rawhide dilemma

Posted by on May 1, 2009 in Blog, Habits | 0 comments

Two dogs, two rawhide bones, but only one appears to be edible.  I’m not sure what Gretchen is thinking, but she definitely needs to see that the grass is not always greener…or should I say the rawhide bone is not always tastier on the other side of the fence. A habit that she has cultivated to perfection over the years involves a few whimpers, a couple barks, and blatant stares at...

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Freedom!

Posted by on Mar 10, 2009 in Blog, Habits, Out and About | 0 comments

Yes, the rain in Northern California has currently subsided, and just in time for Daisy and Gretchen.  Being tethered to their human counterweights while on a walk simply does not suffice, which is about all they get when the hills are alive with mud.  What these German shorthairs need is not a stroll on concrete, but an unfettered jaunt through native grasses.  It’s all about chasing birds,...

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Fresh cookies

Posted by on Feb 16, 2009 in Blog, Habits | 1 comment

In December while making Christmas cookies I decided to make some ginger bones for Gretchen and Daisy.  This is a treat that has been made for the girls a few times before, so they know what they smell like, and were not going far from the kitchen. Well Scott walked in and let daisy lick the raw cookies that were sitting on the counter waiting to go in to the oven. Fast forward 2 months and...

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Could they get any closer

Posted by on Feb 12, 2009 in Blog, Habits | 0 comments

I returned home late on Feb. 11 from my San Diego overnighter and found myself greeted with muffled barks the moment I stepped from the car.  As I drew nearer to the front door I could see two ecstatic dogs bouncing behind the shear covered window, mixed with short barks, whines, and Heather instructing them to back away so she could open the door. I received a complete smell-over as did my...

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Out of Town Shenanigans

Posted by on Feb 10, 2009 in Blog, Habits | 0 comments

Being MIA from the household lends itself to a completely absurd set of routines that only my wife is lucky enough to witness. An overnighter in San Diego (i.e. tonight) is a perfect opportunity to share the experiences I have compiled from past business related trips and is strictly limited to hearsay. Pacing, staring at the door, and incessant whining manage to fill what would normally be a...

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