My Pet Kids

I grew up with dogs. All kinds. Lots of breeds, especially the mixed. In all my years of being a dog lover and knowing how owners end up resembling their pets, I never noticed how our kids could resemble them too.

Similar facial expressions.

Same Haircuts.

Deep thoughts.

Love.

Drama.

Good days and bad.

Is it just me? Or do my kids have a dog’s life? Or is it the other way around, my dogs have a kids life?

Whichever the case, they all live the sweet life of a pet. They look like them. They act like them. They are spoiled and loved. It’s hard to tell them apart and I’m not sure what I’d do without any of them.


Brownie and Bridget, in need of a trim





Salem and Bridget, pondering deep thoughts, head to head. I wonder if they solved World Peace?


Brownie and Sydney with clairvoyant calls of distress. Is it time for a potty break?

By the way….Brownie is now six months old and ten and half pounds!

Also, I got a cloud diffuser for my flash this weekend. Not sure what all that means, I am still figuring it out. But I love these shots. I love the way the light falls. What a dramatic, fun fur family. I mean kid family. Ha.

Happy WW!

I partied with Chuck E!

We had a great time.

Until he followed me home.

Imagine my surprise, while looking for a mysterious lost bag from Michael’s in the laundry room. Intently foraging a corner of linens and giveaway clothes. I lifted up a stack of folded clothes to look under it – out FLEW a gray furry body. Super man style. He long jumped half the room landed on two feet skittering sideways as he rounded the corner of the dryer before I could even start to think about screaming. It wasn’t really a scream, more of a – oh, oh, oh – “Ewww!!”

The terminator; aka, Jason went in said room and shut the door. Chuck E’s days were numbered. I swear if only I had a picture of his face. It truly was the one with the music. Dun, dun, dundun. Dun, dun, dun, dundun. After much banging around, where I fretted over Jason’s safety (heh). He came out empty-handed. Chuck E was too sly. It wasn’t his first party.

But Operation Mouse Trap began, as we found “evidence” here and there of little Chuck E Jr’s. Their drug of choice? Calcium Chocolate chews. I kid you not. We found four half eaten calcium chews. Those are some bootylicious rodents.

My Sunday was spent unpacking the boxes in the kitchen, you know? The ones with the irresistible calcium chews. We did set traps. We cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. After cleaning all day, I sit down in the recliner and guess what show comes on? Hoarders. I had not seen that show before. I did not miss the irony (I swear we are NOT like that – not even close).

And just because I don’t want to post about cute furry friends without including my favorite non-pests.

My big girl Salem turned eight years old on Friday.

Happy Birthday gorgeous! Next time, don’t invite Chuck E, mkay?

And just because she is so dang cute! I can’t resist a pet and snuggle every time I see her wittle face. Just wook at it. Lol.

A puppy named Brownie.

Coming soon…. a new CAT! Haha.

Happy Monday!

Brownie Poo gets a new Doo

For all you Brownie Puppy fans…..(I know you all love my puppy, right?)…..well, she got a haircut this weekend.

Her FIRST haircut (awwwh!), I did not keep the first locks, don’t worry. I’m not that bad. Truth is, I just thought of it. Ha.

I was really worried about her being traumatized. I have tried to brush her a couple of times and let me tell you, she FREAKS out. I mean freak-a-zoid freaky freak out. Like the lambs are screaming scream. I burned that brush and she has been a furry chewbacca ever since. Until, we let a professional try.

She did fine, except for the hair dryer, according to the groomers, she screamed like a lamb. Okay I made that part up, but they did say she screamed.

I got home to see her – I was surprised. It was like meeting my four-month old baby Shih-Tzu for the first time. I could actually SEE her face. Oh my goodness! What big eyes you have….and an actual wittle face.

I couldn’t stop saying, “Hi, nice to meet you.” And I swear, she would look at me in that same way. It was darling.

I think she can see better now. It’s a whole new world.


She is just runway styling (and flowing) in her new doo. Move over Farrah.

Besides the exciting news of Brownie….we also went to a baseball game this weekend. I took my camera.

We sat in right field.

We had a good spot with a view of my favorite player.

Josh Hamilton made some amazing plays, which I mostly saw. Not so sure about these two (my daughter and her boyfriend).

Rangers win!

Does anyone else just loooove when they congratulate the other team? I get a little verklempt. Does that make me soft? Of course, that was little league. But I digress.

And then there were fireworks.

I really wanted to “try” to get a few pics. Night shots really need a tripod, and definitely a chair in-between the photographer and a bouncing leg in tune to the one-hit wonders playing with the show. I moved one chair over – no offense Jason – and it helped.

These were my favorite.


Love the spirals.

I only wish the little girls would have been with us (we did ask), but it wasn’t our weekend. They would have LOVED the fireworks set to music. The ballpark is absolutely the best place to watch them. I missed them a lot, because this was part of my birthday celebration. It was amazing and great, but just not the same as having their shining faces there too. And… I had no one to steal cotton candy from. Heh!

Jason does get the girls tonight until 7pm, I can’t wait til they “meet” the new Brownie Poo…who has a new doo.

Wonder if they will be as surprised as we were.