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Golden Retriever Puppy with Mums

This is way too long to pose for a picture. Especially at a dog show with so many interesting smells.

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Golden Retriever in Kayak

I'm Adventure Dog!

Who would have ever thought that this would grow into that?

Golden Retriever Puppy

Do you want me to come home with you?

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Stuffed Bear Dog Toy

Meet Schmoo Bear, the Plush Toy of Death

We call Honey’s favorite toy Schmoo Bear. It’s a fleece-covered bear that was nearly her size when she came home with us.

Schmoo Bear has served as a pillow, tug toy, and sex object (yup, Honey has been known to hump Schmoo Bear now that she’s a teenager). Our fleecy friend has accompanied us to the beach. To outdoor restaurants. And he has been taken camping.

So why, after all these months, has Schmoo Bear turned on us and tried to kill our sweet little Honey?

Our regular readers know all about Honey swallowing a squeaker from a toy and requiring emergency surgery. You can imagine how the sight of a loose squeaker could cause fear and trembling.

The other night I saw that Schmoo Bear was looking a bit worse for wear. And then I noticed that Honey was chewing something. This time, however, Honey knew the “give” command. And I was able to swap the mystery object for a toy. That mystery object? Schmoo Bear’s squeaker.

I guess he was just biding his time. Being pulled and tugged on. Left outside. Dragged through the garden. Schmoo Bear knew he just had to wait and eventually his squeaker would be free to wreck havoc on an unsuspecting dog.

I’m onto you, Schmoo Bear. Say goodbye. You won’t be threatening my puppy anymore.

Golden Retriever Puppy with Fleece Dog Toy

You had your chance, evil Schmoo Bear. You won't get me now!

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My husband is planning a big birthday weekend for me. He’s told me nothing except to prepare to be wet and cold and that I’d need to bathe the dog. My head spins to think of what this means.

But I kept my part of the bargain and gave Honey a bath.

Golden Retriever Puppy

Bathed and ready for duty, Sir!

Golden Retriever Puppy

Mmmm, silky!

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Baby Raccoon

First rule of staying home alone? No visiting friends when the folks are away!

It’s been a busy week and it’s only Wednesday. In a phone conversation in my hotel room Monday night, I discovered that my husband also had to travel out of town for work (although not overnight). Then he revealed his plans for Honey!

He was going to take Honey with him to a day of meetings in a hotel. Honey, the wiggling love whore, was going to ride in the back of the car for over an hour with his very nice boss who usually wears black. (If you can’t guess, Golden Retriever and black clothing? A bad combination.)

I won’t go into any more details but that suggestion was quickly moved off the table.

The final decision? Honey would stay in the kitchen at home with the back door cracked open so she could visit the yard when necessary. She’d have plenty of toys and a big fat Kong to find after she finished her breakfast.

My biggest fear was of someone taking her out of the yard. But, since Honey’s not a barker, most people would walk by the house and never know she was there.

Of course, I knew my hostas were dead meat. Honey has started digging in them and I knew that with an entire day to fill and no one to supervise, they’d receive some rough, puppy treatment.

End result? All was well. My husband picked up Honey when he returned and brought her to my office when I returned so I could see with my very own eyes she was alive and well.

What about my hostas? Well, maybe they’ll come back next year.

Golden Retriever Puppy Resting

See, I told you I'd be ok home alone.

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The bad part of taking your dog to work is that you can get addicted. Then, when you have to travel for work, you really suffer. I kept looking under the table in my conference room for a furry little dog.

So here I am in the business center of my hotel, while everyone else is frantically checking email, looking to get my cute puppy fix. Luckily, we have the Daily Puppy. And, on the day I write this, the daily puppy is a Golden Retriever.

Man,  I had it bad. Now I can get back to work without jonesing so bad.

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