Kirby Sue...diet doctor

I have been remiss about updating everyone on the latest and greatest in the land of drool (aka MY house). The family has been through a few rollercoaster bumps lately, including the fact that I don't have a job anymore...but we're doing okay and are still better off than many others in these trying times.

I decided to get healthier since I have all this time on my hands...so I am eating less and moving more. It seems that Miss Kirby is in agreement with my decision and is determined to do whatever she can in order to help me to my goal.

Just this morning, I made myself a very healthy breakfast. I decided to eat upstairs in our home office and catch up on emails and bills at the same time.

Kirby sat in the kitchen as I prepared my tasty breakfast, patiently observing my every move. Obviously, this was not in the hopes that I would drop a piece of turkey bacon or accidentally throw a piece of whole grain toast her way. My 110 pound wonder puppy would NEVER think with her stomach like that! No, I am certain that she was diligently observing my efforts to ensure that I was sticking with my plan. I thought that was where her dedication ended, but I was sorely mistaken.

As I walked upstairs with my plate in hand, she was right there beside me. No, she didn't tip the plate or sneak food from it with her enormous tongue. She knows better than to do something like that. However...as we walked upstairs together, every time she pushed herself up another step...she farted. The kind of tight, squeaky farts that bring to mind an old lady in too tight pantyhose. You know what I mean.

Step. Fart. Step. Fart. Step. Faaart.

By the time we reached the top of the stairs, I was struggling to hold on to the plate and not buckle over in hysterics. She is the first dog I've ever had who is completely unaware of her own gastrointestinal pyrotechnics. It was hysterical and gross all at the same time.

I realized...how wonderful is this dog to sacrifice her desire to steal my bacon in order to launch strategically placed farts that will, no doubt, repulse me into not wanting to eat my breakfast? Pretty dang wonderful, I'd say. That's our Kirby: always thinking of others. :-)


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Drooly Easter, everyone!!!

Eukenuba Dog Show on tv today

Look who wanted to jump into the tv and play with all the doggies. :) Always the socialite.

SNOW!

This post is shamefully overdue. There are times when I get the wind knocked out of me in my personal life...but those are the times when I should remember to always give credit to those who bring me joy. And Miss Kirby is definitely one such person. A fur person, but a person nonetheless.

Last week we had record snowfall here in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area...and there was a certain Saint Bernard who was completely in her element. She ran, she played, she leaped for joy. She dashed around and sprayed snow everywhere. :-) It was a lot of fun to watch.

These pictures were taken in our backyard in Arlington, Texas...although you'd never know, would you? It could be Alaska...look at all that beautiful snow!

Ho Ho Ho!

This blog has been shamefully left alone for too long. I apologize to anyone still checking it and will try my best not to let it happen again. I still get tons of inquiries as to how our large and in charge "mahogany flash" is doing. LOL.

Kirby is fine as always and is, in every sense of the word, sheer JOY itself. There is nothing that does not delight her big love-filled heart.

Today I am smiling especially wide because we took her to Petsmart to see Santa for the second time in her young life. Last year she was just 6 months old and already too big for Santa's lap. He had to get on the floor with her...



So today we took her back to Petsmart and Santa REMEMBERED her from last year. Everyone, as always, was overjoyed to see her. We love our local Petsmart.

Anyway, as we were posing her I realized...hmm...same Santa Claus, but...does he look a little SMALLER? Or is Kirby really that much bigger? LOL.

Yeah...she's THAT much bigger. Here is our Christmas baby:



There is nothing Christmasy about joy and love when you experience it all year round with a dog like this in your life. Look at that smile. :-)

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Best Friends, for sure

We had a bit of a scare last week: Hemi, our littlest kitty and Kirby's best pal, was panting uncontrollably for no apparent reason. I called the vet and they wanted me to rush her in, so we tucked her in the cat carrier and whisked her away.

It turns out it was nothing. They checked her for tumors, took her temperature, and x-rayed her to be safe. Nothing wrong with her. The assumption is that she got a hold of something that bit her...like a bug, which is totally like Hemi because she's my little bug hunter.

When I brought her back home, Kevin informed me that Kirby was an absolute mess while we were gone. She cried...she paced...she wanted to know what was wrong with her little buddy.

This friendship is absolutely adorable to me. Hemi was a whopping 6 pounds when we brought Kirby home. Thanks to lots of laying around in the sun on the window sills, Hemi weighed in at 10 pounds at the vet's office. But she's still a very tiny kitty...with a big round belly. If only there were cat sized treadmills.

When I pulled up in the driveway with Hemi in the car, Kirby was looking out the window at me with a decidedly upset expression on her furry face. I brought the cat carrier in the house, laid it down, and unzipped the front to let a very indignant Hemi out of her prison. She sprung out of it, meowing incessantly, and ran forward a few steps. Then she heard Kirby whine a little and she turned...and walked right up to Kirby and rubbed her head under Kirby's chin. "Hello, friend...I'm back. Thanks for worrying about me."

Kirby towers over little Hemi. Hemi, with her tail sticking straight up, can walk under Kirby and not touch the top of her tail to Kirby's tummy. But when she wants to express her love for her giant friend, Hemi stands up on her hind legs and rubs her little head under Kirby's chin. And we can always tell when she's done it...because her head is usually wet with drool. LOL.

These two sleep near each other, they look out for each other, and they even play together. They are true pals...and I think our little scare brought them even closer together. Today Kirby had a bit of an upset tummy and got sick (I won't elaborate, as it's gross). Hemi followed Kirby around, chirping like a little worried bird, fretting over why Kirby wasn't well. Once Kirby felt better and laid down, Hemi took up watch on the ottoman where she had a good view of her friend. Then they both fell asleep and I sat in the chair, grinning at them both like the big sucker that I am.

Pals.

Happy Birthday, Kirby Sue!!!!

Hey everyone!

Kirby officially turned one year old on Friday. We had a little party for her and she REALLY enjoyed herself. Let's just say she had a full belly and had fun with her toys. LOL.

** (No, she did NOT eat all the peanut butter on the plate. She licked a little off Kev's fingers and I told him to put the plate up. She gets a little frozen peanut butter once in a while as a special treat.)

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