I love it when Briscoe rests his little head on makeshift pillows like this fabric-covered ball. He was sleeping on it before I woke him up by taking his photo. When he uses a pillow he just seems so human.
orange you glad?
Question: What do you get when you try to capture Briscoe’s paw print with orange paint at Spring Bark in the Park?
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support the omaha dog park
Although we’ve only been there a few times, one of Briscoe’s favorite places in Omaha is Hefflinger Dog Park. As his middle name, Hopper, suggests, Briscoe loves to bounce around like a quick little bunny. Since we don’t have a fenced-in backyard (yet), the only place where he is free to run his little heart out is the dog park. He adores playing with the other small dogs and drinking from their water bowls.
To support this fantastic outlet for Briscoe’s energy, we’ll be attending Spring Bark in the Park 2009 tomorrow with Jamie and Miss Lola. This will be a great test of his obedience–how well will he be able to handle himself around so many leashed dogs? My guess? His ADD will be out in full force.
And speaking of Lola, her birthday is coming up, so we’re having a wee celebration in her honor Saturday night. Her creative momma yesterday baked treats for the dogs shaped like bones and tonight is making bone-shaped cookies for us non-canines. Mmm… cookies!
Do you take your pups to a dog park? Are they social or do they prefer to play alone?
a message from the dog
Shh, don’t tell Daddy… but the couch is SO much more comfortable than the floor.
PS: Does this angle make me look fat?
through the kitchen window
Saturday morning my friend Jamie and her dog Lola drove me and Briscoe to the dog park for some play time. Sunny and warm, it was the perfect weather to spend a little time out of doors. The perpetual worrier that I am, I was relieved that everything went smoothly at the dog park–Briscoe didn’t escape, run away or pick a fight with a malicious dog. Yes, everything went well… until we returned home. That’s when I realized that I had locked us out of the house.
Since we hadn’t driven, I didn’t bring my keys, and I had forgotten to unlock the door in the kitchen that leads into the garage. My first instinct was to call Jamie to see if I had ever given her a key to my house. The answer–no. Then I called an Air Force buddy of J’s, the one who helped me out immensely while J was deployed over the winter, to see if I had given him a copy of my key. Nope. However, he volunteered to come over to help figure out what to do. I assumed I’d have to pay a locksmith to let me back into my own house.
When JD arrived, I remembered that I had left the window over the kitchen sink unlocked, as I had it opened the day before. Jokingly I suggested we climb through the window to unlock the door. Surprisingly, JD thought it was worth a try and, using a small ladder from my garage (we have a touch pad that allows us to open the garage door from the outside), climbed up to the window, removed the screen, and hoisted himself through it. If only I had my camera to capture the moment his feet were dangling out of the window!
So by breaking into my house, JD saved me the hassle (and money) of having to call a locksmith, and I learned a very important lesson: make sure somebody has a copy of my house key. You should do the same.
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