Showing posts with label May 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label May 2011. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2011

Why I love Artie...In Picture Form

The first picture I ever saw of Artie on the breeder's website...

He slept all the way home that day.

In true Ashley/Chase fashion,
we had a photoshoot planned for that night,
so while we had it all set up, he had his first photoshoot.

He discovered the TV at an early age and would only
drop his 'Wubba' when something good caught his eye.

In our old house we didn't have a dishwasher,
so he would fall asleep on my feet while I washed dishes.

We discovered that he loved to watch
The Office one night while a marathon was on.

After going to the vet and getting his first shots. Yeah...he milked it.

Sometimes his bangs look like the Grinch.

His first snow was a BLAST.

Sink baths were almost a daily thing for a few months!
If it wasn't mud from wrestling with his best friend and neighbor
Boo, it was poop which was a long gross period in our lives.

His first haircut.

The makings of his halloween costume as Rob from 'Rob & Big'.
It didn't happen last year, but it will this year! (His shirt says Run DMC.)

Right before our new furniture arrived, he discovered that
he likes to lay like this on the arm of the couch and pass out.

He's definitely not a morning dog. Every morning he crawls
into Chase's warm spot and glares at me as I get ready for work.

Yep, that's a cigarette. He likes to find random things to take back inside with us after
 a potty break. On this particular day, he couldn't have gotten it
more right if he tried. (Which I think he might have. He's just that smart.)

We like to call this his signature porn pose. When he's resting on
the back of the chair and we call his name, he gives us this
smokey-eyed look. We think he's pretending to be a model.

Every now and then, he gets fluffy enough to actually resemble the
Caesar dog food model. We've also decided that a lot of photoshop
goes into making that dog look so fluffy and so white.

Whenever it's time for a bath, I always sing "Artie's gonna
take a bath" to a tune I made up. I always find him huddled somewhere
in a corner with his ears slicked back. He acts like it's a punishment and so the
running fit afterwards is my punishment.

There you have it. His whole life in pictures. It's been one crazy
funny journey and we've loved *almost* every minute of it!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Plastic Veggies and Cardboard Boxes

Ok boys let's go potty.

Good job Bosley. Can Artie go peepee?

Ok Artie, Juliette sees you, no go potty!

Good job Bosley, go poop. Can Artie go poop?

No, Artie - leave the bell pepper alone.

Good boy Artie, go poop.

No Artie, don't you touch that cigarette.

Let's go boys. Say bye bye to Juliette.

No Artie, we don't need that moth either.

This has been an excerpt from my daily routine with the boys...


With the impending move underway, I'm feeling very reflective about our time in the City. This morning as I was taking the boys out for their morning potty time, I started thinking about how their lives were about to change and they don't even know it. For example, Artie will no longer be able to bark up to Juliette's balcony every day to see if she'll come out and look down on him while he potties. (The dog's name isn't actually Juliette, but she and Artie have had this love/hate relationship going since we moved in.) If she's not on the balcony when we leave, I may have to go knock on the guy's door so that Artie can bark at her one last time. As I tripped over the newest plastic vegetable that was thrown down from the 3rd floor balcony, I thought about how I wouldn't have to watch out for those when taking the boys out in the dark anymore. (Almost every day, a ping pong ball, or plastic veggie, or even an action figure gets thrown down from the 3rd floor.)

The second half of this post's title refers to the many boxes I need to collect and fill over the next few weeks. We are slated to move in to the new place on June 15th and be out of our home here by June 30th. I, being the crafty planner that I am, have decided that I will pack a box a day and send it with my hubby to store in the studio until move day. It sounds like a great plan to me. Let's just see how that works out! Now if only I can find the right amount of stuff for each box instead of filling them to the point of not being able to lift them off the floor. LOL