- I love Cooper's floppy ears. Flop, flop, flop, flop. Every step gets a flop. The faster he walks, the faster they flop. It is the best.
- Three pairs of my shoes are upstairs in the living room. Three. Why? No, really, please tell me.
- Miss Thing was fussy today. With a loud, capital Yyyyyyyyyy. It started when she got out of bed at 7:30 and never really stopped. Perhaps there are some teeth moving around in there.
- Apparently she actually woke up by 6:45. So. Perhaps the fussy was a combination of "Get me out of here!" and "I'm hungry!". Did I know? Nope. Rocket Man didn't tell me what time he first heard her until we were eating dinner.
- I'm tired, so tired.
- The search for new doggy-parents is still on. We have one couple who aren't sure and that is about it. There are some nice people from a Lakeland Rescue looking into things for us, so let's all hope we get some options there.
- Rocket Man gave Miss Thing a Minnie Mouse for Valentine's Day. She complements her Mickey Mouse well.
- I don't know why in the Clubhouse show she is wearing all pink but in...um...real life?...she is wearing all red.
- Miss Thing doesn't care.
- Cooper brought his shoe to me and is playing the "I'm not looking at my shoe. Shoe? What shoe? Did someone say shoe? Oh, did you want to play with my shoe?" game.
- I wore an ankle brace to BodyAttack on Monday. It helped immensely. My ankle/tendons/whatevers were sore for a day and a half, but nowhere near as sore as they have been previously.
- Whatevers - I'm a real wordsmith.
- There's a woman in my BodyPump class who gets REALLY upset if anyone sets up their equipment/stuff in front of her. And yet she ALWAYS sets herself up in the VERY BACK of the room. This makes NO SENSE to me.
- NO, REALLY.
- Sometimes Miss Thing likes to stand REALLY close to the TV while watching Mickey or Manny. Sometimes, like today, I let her. This makes me a Bad Mom.
- Sometimes, like today, I don't care.
- Apparently men whose names begin with M are all the toddler rage.
- Of course, today, everything made my toddler rage.
- Not in a good way.
- Right now, she is practicing for the Olympics.
- In her bed.
- As much as she practices, she better win gold.
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February 19, 2010
POW!
February 18, 2010
Sad Times Ahead
It will be sad to leave our neighborhood friends here in the next month or so.
It will be sad that we will not have good HOT Mexican food (Tex-Mex, really).
It will be most sad that we have to leave our dog, our Chompy-Lones here in the states while we embark on our next adventure.
It just isn't fair to take him where we will have trouble exercising him and where our housing will be smaller, and the list goes on.
We have one person interested in him at this point, but it is just a maybe.
Hopefully we can find a home for him, because he is a good boy and has brought so much joy to our lives.
I think the giving away falls to me because Rocket Man has already told me that he does not think that he will be able to be there when the final hand-off occurs. Since Miss Thing won't understand it, perhaps she should not be there either.
I don't know.
It is just sad.
It will be sad that we will not have good HOT Mexican food (Tex-Mex, really).
It will be most sad that we have to leave our dog, our Chompy-Lones here in the states while we embark on our next adventure.
It just isn't fair to take him where we will have trouble exercising him and where our housing will be smaller, and the list goes on.
We have one person interested in him at this point, but it is just a maybe.
Hopefully we can find a home for him, because he is a good boy and has brought so much joy to our lives.
I think the giving away falls to me because Rocket Man has already told me that he does not think that he will be able to be there when the final hand-off occurs. Since Miss Thing won't understand it, perhaps she should not be there either.
I don't know.
It is just sad.
April 18, 2009
Aye, mi hija...
My child, whom I would love nothing more than to refer to her (when speaking with my husband) as YOUR DAUGHTER...but then that really isn't fair as we all know whatever difficult-ness she exhibits comes directly from yours truly, is currently in her swing, both hands behind her head, snoozing and snoring away.
Nice, huh?
Not so much.
You see, yesterday's sleep consisted of a mere 25 minutes in the stroller during Cooper's morning stroll.
Last night's sleep consisted of a mere 5 hours. Oh, yes. She "went to bed" at about 6:45 pm, but she woke up about a bazillion times between then and 11, when I went up AGAIN to help her get to sleep.
It took over an hour.
Then a little after 5 am, she woke to eat, then blabbered in her bed a bit, then rolled/crawled/slobbered over me when Rocket Man moved her to our bed while he got ready for work.
Just what I wanted, let me tell you.
Oh, and she head-butted the headboard like a champ.
I don't think THAT is why they call it a headboard, but try telling HER that.
Some good news is that she has another tooth - this time the center one up top, so no more vampire in the family. Also, the snotty nose/cough/irritable cold that comes with the teething appears to be diminishing.
Yesterday she crawled all over the place downstairs, as in real crawling, not army crawling, during her marathon do-everything-I-can-to-stay-awake session also known as the entire afternoon.
More fun was the way she played with her Chompy-lones, and he with her. She crawls to him, tries to touch him, he grumbles and shoots away, which makes her belly-laugh in delight. Other laugh-worthy doggy activities include: "chasing" him, watching him fetch his toys, touching his tongue when he's all worn out and panting, and bullying him out of his bed.
When she learns to walk and run, he is in for a world of hurt.
A good kind of hurt, but still - he's going to be so worn out!
All I'll be able to say is welcome to the club.
Nice, huh?
Not so much.
You see, yesterday's sleep consisted of a mere 25 minutes in the stroller during Cooper's morning stroll.
Last night's sleep consisted of a mere 5 hours. Oh, yes. She "went to bed" at about 6:45 pm, but she woke up about a bazillion times between then and 11, when I went up AGAIN to help her get to sleep.
It took over an hour.
Then a little after 5 am, she woke to eat, then blabbered in her bed a bit, then rolled/crawled/slobbered over me when Rocket Man moved her to our bed while he got ready for work.
Just what I wanted, let me tell you.
Oh, and she head-butted the headboard like a champ.
I don't think THAT is why they call it a headboard, but try telling HER that.
Some good news is that she has another tooth - this time the center one up top, so no more vampire in the family. Also, the snotty nose/cough/irritable cold that comes with the teething appears to be diminishing.
Yesterday she crawled all over the place downstairs, as in real crawling, not army crawling, during her marathon do-everything-I-can-to-stay-awake session also known as the entire afternoon.
More fun was the way she played with her Chompy-lones, and he with her. She crawls to him, tries to touch him, he grumbles and shoots away, which makes her belly-laugh in delight. Other laugh-worthy doggy activities include: "chasing" him, watching him fetch his toys, touching his tongue when he's all worn out and panting, and bullying him out of his bed.
When she learns to walk and run, he is in for a world of hurt.
A good kind of hurt, but still - he's going to be so worn out!
All I'll be able to say is welcome to the club.
November 4, 2008
Georgetown, Texas
Remember Ike? Boy, he was fun wasn't he?
A recap: we had already planned to head over west of Austin to Horseshoe Bay for some relaxing, etc. sans doggy avec infant. Instead we were avec doggy and infant...as well as everyone from the greater Houston/Southeast Texas area.
A fine time was had by all.
Plus, they didn't charge us for needing the much larger apartment because we had the dog with us.
So thanks for that; we appreciate it.
We spent the following seven days in a La Quinta up near Georgetown, Texas. Aside from the fact that we were in a one-room-with-the-sink-in-it deal with one bed for the three of us and no sound-proofing for the dog (wonderful), it was alright. By the third or fourth night we figured out that if we left the television on with a really low volume then for some reason Cooper wouldn't bark at every.single.thing.all.night.long.
RTC had to have a bath in the sink the first day we were there. This would be the last real bath she had there since basically they didn't clean the room from that day until we left a week later.
Which is gross.
On day two or three, we found a fabulous place to eat breakfast:
We did not have the redneck plate, though it was tempting. Instead we had pancakes and eggs and omelets and the like. They had pretty decent coffee and they loved LMIB. These days, who doesn't?
One weekend (Rocket Man still had to work all week, so he was on the phone and computer...did I tell you the hotel had free wireless in the dirty room?...all the time. Some things aren't different just because of Ike.) we drove into Georgetown to spend an afternoon. We had been by there in the middle of the week to do laundry at the U-Wash-M laundromat and had decided that we wanted to come back if we had the time.
The old town surrounds courtyard square. The courthouse is there of course, with its excellent dome:
Surrounding the building is quite a bit of green space that has some huge shade trees.
Those buildings you see past the tree are storefronts that as far as I know have been restored to look as they did "back when". They now house completely different shops of course, like an art gallery, an antique store, a chocolate shop and the Loading Dock, which I assume is a great college hangout.
The buildings are really interesting, and I love all of the colors used on their exteriors. I also love that the front is so very different from the sides and back. See that gray area on the building below? That would be what is really holding it up.
And these rusty stairs? All of the buildings have these on the sides. I love the juxtaposition of the obviously old and functional and the new shiny façades.
Down a block from the square we found this old church. Like my mother, I like old tiny churches. I also like graveyards, but that is another story. Note the beautiful day; the sky was so blue and the humidity is lacking in Austin (thank goodness) so we had an absolutely lovely day to explore Georgetown.
The church is now the Grace Heritage Center, owned and operated by the Georgetown Heritage Society. I bet you can get married there if you'd like. If I went to university in Georgetown and met my person there, then I'd want to get married there if I could.
I mean look at it:
The ceremony would have to be smaller than mine was, though...
Then you could just throw a massive party somewhere else.
Down the street from the church is the old theatre, which was playing The Producers. Appropriate for a college town. We were going to attempt to come back and get a photo of the place all lit up at night, but we didn't make it. I didn't have a tripod with me, so it is probably best that I didn't attempt a night photo.
We peeked into a store or two while we were down there, but we couldn't look for long since we had the dog with us (he enjoyed our walk around Georgetown immensely). We weren't allowed to leave him at the hotel alone, so he went everywhere we did that week. Talk about doggy heaven; he got so many rides in the car he was about to explode from the excitement of it all.
We went back to the hotel for a bit and rested up from the day outside. Later that evening, we went back out for dinner. We had noticed an Italian restaurant, Romeo's, on the corner in courtyard square, so we decided to try it out. They were supposed to have live music that evening and we know RTC likes her Dad's mouth-trumpet, so we figured she would enjoy the jazz group that was going to play.
We had some lovely food complete with white-wine sangria. It was okay, the sangria, but I much prefer the recipe I was given from some people in Spain.
LMIB had a fun time indeed. We just let her lay on the the booth beside her Dad while we eat and talk. Occasionally we pay her some attention as well, and by we I mean he:
She only enjoys that a little bit, don't you think?
A recap: we had already planned to head over west of Austin to Horseshoe Bay for some relaxing, etc. sans doggy avec infant. Instead we were avec doggy and infant...as well as everyone from the greater Houston/Southeast Texas area.
A fine time was had by all.
Plus, they didn't charge us for needing the much larger apartment because we had the dog with us.
So thanks for that; we appreciate it.
We spent the following seven days in a La Quinta up near Georgetown, Texas. Aside from the fact that we were in a one-room-with-the-sink-in-it deal with one bed for the three of us and no sound-proofing for the dog (wonderful), it was alright. By the third or fourth night we figured out that if we left the television on with a really low volume then for some reason Cooper wouldn't bark at every.single.thing.all.night.long.
RTC had to have a bath in the sink the first day we were there. This would be the last real bath she had there since basically they didn't clean the room from that day until we left a week later.
Which is gross.
On day two or three, we found a fabulous place to eat breakfast:
We did not have the redneck plate, though it was tempting. Instead we had pancakes and eggs and omelets and the like. They had pretty decent coffee and they loved LMIB. These days, who doesn't?
One weekend (Rocket Man still had to work all week, so he was on the phone and computer...did I tell you the hotel had free wireless in the dirty room?...all the time. Some things aren't different just because of Ike.) we drove into Georgetown to spend an afternoon. We had been by there in the middle of the week to do laundry at the U-Wash-M laundromat and had decided that we wanted to come back if we had the time.
The old town surrounds courtyard square. The courthouse is there of course, with its excellent dome:
Surrounding the building is quite a bit of green space that has some huge shade trees.
Those buildings you see past the tree are storefronts that as far as I know have been restored to look as they did "back when". They now house completely different shops of course, like an art gallery, an antique store, a chocolate shop and the Loading Dock, which I assume is a great college hangout.
The buildings are really interesting, and I love all of the colors used on their exteriors. I also love that the front is so very different from the sides and back. See that gray area on the building below? That would be what is really holding it up.
And these rusty stairs? All of the buildings have these on the sides. I love the juxtaposition of the obviously old and functional and the new shiny façades.
Down a block from the square we found this old church. Like my mother, I like old tiny churches. I also like graveyards, but that is another story. Note the beautiful day; the sky was so blue and the humidity is lacking in Austin (thank goodness) so we had an absolutely lovely day to explore Georgetown.
The church is now the Grace Heritage Center, owned and operated by the Georgetown Heritage Society. I bet you can get married there if you'd like. If I went to university in Georgetown and met my person there, then I'd want to get married there if I could.
I mean look at it:
The ceremony would have to be smaller than mine was, though...
Then you could just throw a massive party somewhere else.
Down the street from the church is the old theatre, which was playing The Producers. Appropriate for a college town. We were going to attempt to come back and get a photo of the place all lit up at night, but we didn't make it. I didn't have a tripod with me, so it is probably best that I didn't attempt a night photo.
We peeked into a store or two while we were down there, but we couldn't look for long since we had the dog with us (he enjoyed our walk around Georgetown immensely). We weren't allowed to leave him at the hotel alone, so he went everywhere we did that week. Talk about doggy heaven; he got so many rides in the car he was about to explode from the excitement of it all.
We went back to the hotel for a bit and rested up from the day outside. Later that evening, we went back out for dinner. We had noticed an Italian restaurant, Romeo's, on the corner in courtyard square, so we decided to try it out. They were supposed to have live music that evening and we know RTC likes her Dad's mouth-trumpet, so we figured she would enjoy the jazz group that was going to play.
We had some lovely food complete with white-wine sangria. It was okay, the sangria, but I much prefer the recipe I was given from some people in Spain.
LMIB had a fun time indeed. We just let her lay on the the booth beside her Dad while we eat and talk. Occasionally we pay her some attention as well, and by we I mean he:
She only enjoys that a little bit, don't you think?
May 21, 2008
It's the Hard-Knock Life
For him:
A warning to all who visit:
Beware the smooshy stair, third from the bottom, in the morning hours of direct sun-to-stair-light.
I'm pretty sure he's not moving...
A warning to all who visit:
Beware the smooshy stair, third from the bottom, in the morning hours of direct sun-to-stair-light.
I'm pretty sure he's not moving...
May 15, 2008
Super-Cooper
A Trans-Atlantic Doggy Tale
We have the best lones (lone-ess) ever.
A lones is a dog.
His name has evolved over time. It began by Señor CC calling him crazy-pants two-plus years ago when he was younger and, well, more crazy and we were in Houston. Then for a while there I found it HI-larious to call him just plain old pants. I have no idea why.
When we arrived in Spain, I explained that in Spanish, pants would be pantalones. More specifically, since Cooper is so short, he would be pantalones cortos. Señor CC has (had?) quite a knack for butchering the español, and he immediately mispronounced the name as Pantalones Cortéz. This became Cooper's alter ego. You know, the one that got grumpy when we bothered him when he was sleeping...the one that was still testing his boundaries from time to time...the one that got really upset when we first left him alone in the hotel room. HOW DARE WE!
As Cooper grew, and as we moved from small hotel room to slightly larger apartment with a balcony (joy of doggy joys) for viewing his kingdom, he settled down. He learned that he was not allowed to bark at everything that thought of moving, nor was he allowed to fuss just because another animal was fussing or making noise (we had goats and seagulls galore...not to mention cats and RATS of all things...but that is another story). He learned to walk properly and to follow many more instructions. Basically, he grew up a bit and therefore settled down.
This is when I took to calling him just lones. He is my lones, and we see lots of other loneses out when walking or on the television (his favorite shows are The Dog Whisperer and the Humane Society/Animal Police shows that come on Animal Planet). He is quite aware that I am pregnant and that things are a-changing. He is way more snuggly and cuddly and just sweet and therefore he is my lones.
Back to the point.
We have the best lones ever. He is full of character and yet all the good things all in one 17 pound package. Some proof that he is fabulous:
On our trip from Spain back to Houston, we had two flights. This meant Cooper had to be in his kennel for 24 hours. He also had to wear a muzzle (the first airline required it...though they don't remove the animals from their cages - they make you do it for the x-rays). He sat in his kennel through Málaga Airport and barked from time to time when we rolled him. When we were still, he was quiet.
Airline number one decided to tell us that they couldn't guarantee that he'd get on the second airline's plane for our connection. That is called covering one's behind. That I understand. We had confirmation with airline number two, so it didn't matter. Then they decided to tell us we had the wrong papers. That is called they don't know what they're talking about. No, we didn't have an EU Pet Passport. Would you like to know why? Because we didn't need one. We weren't going to the EU, only through it to the US. So we had all of the proper forms for THAT trip. The trip we happened to be on. Imagine that.
Needless to say, it upset me a bit. I imagine things were worse because I was exhausted what with all of the moving of furniture, cleaning, and packing I had been doing to get everything ready. It was just one.more.thing. that I didn't want to even think about.
We had to take him to the other end of the airport to let his kennel go through the x-ray machine. I held him and then placed him back in his kennel...which he wasn't too fond of. We then all went our separate ways. Once on the plane, we asked if he was on there yet. We needn't have asked because once he was on the plane, we could hear him. Apparently he is not fond of the changes in pressure when one takes off and lands, since that is when he was most vocal.
We get to our connecting airport in Paris and collect all of our bags and the dog. Once again, he barks a bit when we move but not when we are still. We get to the second airline and they are perfectly happy with all of the papers we have...in fact, they didn't even check them, just the dog. He must have looked good because off he went with someone and we were off to the plane. We couldn't hear him on the second one, but they confirmed his presence for us.
Everyone sleeps quite a bit on the trans-Atlantic flights, and it is no different for loneses. We arrived in Houston and collected our bags as well as Super Cooper. We then had to wait and wait and wait for a taxi-cab that was a van so that it would all fit. Where were we headed? Like 3 minutes away - to the rental car place. By this time, Cooper was fussing a little more...so the driver got a good tip.
We got there and unloaded everything outside the builging. I stand guard while Señor CC goes to get a car. I let Cooper out (FINALLY) and he immediately finds some grass. Amazingly, he had not relieved himself for the entire trip.
NO POTTY-GOING FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS.
Needless to say, it took him a wee bit o' time to finish up.
Then he began licking the wet sidewalk.
Eww.
My poor lones needed some more water. Luckily, we had some left in his water dispenser that was in the kennel. It took some doing (duct tape is awesome stuff), but I got it loose and poured it in his bowl. He then commenced water-logging himself completely.
We finally arrived at our hotel that night and Cooper was re-introduced to carpet. It went something like this:
"Ohhh, carpet, how I've missed thee. Let me rub myself all over you to show you how fabulous I think you are. Also let me sleep on as many sections of you as possible the first night that I am with you to show you how I love you."
The next day, lones had discovered that he could lie down on the window sill:
Apparently this was equally fabulous.
The most fabulous thing, however, is my lones. As I've said, he is the best lones ever.
October 16, 2007
How I spent my time on Monday:
A bit of it was spent making a couple of the following:
And the rest was spent protecting myself from the cuteness oozing from doggy:
The End
And the rest was spent protecting myself from the cuteness oozing from doggy:
The End
September 23, 2007
September 9, 2007
Fluffy, Floppy Bed
Recently Cooper received a new bed. It is especially fluffy on the inside and exceptionally floppy on the outside. We think he likes it.
It received a thorough sniffspection upon arrival due to the massive amount of animal smells it surely contained. It was from the vetrinarian's office.
Cooper made sure to sniff the outer edges as well as the inside where he would hopefully soon be resting.
Apparently it passed its inspection.
Enough with the photographs already!!
August 29, 2007
Where, Oh Where?
Let's see...where have I been?
Nowhere, really. Here, but not blogging.
A monthly wrap-up for your perusal:
We attended a show at the bullring that included a fabulous piano player, singers, band (complete with Kenny G-esque sax player), flamenco dancers and dancing andalucian horses.
I then spent my time finalizing our plans for a visit to Dublin, Ireland and environs. We were there from the tenth until the fourteenth. Mostly it went off without a hitch.
I've been to castellano classes once a week.
The car is in the shop and every time we call we are told "I think it will be finished the car at the end of this week or the beginning of next week." That is what we get for having a car in the shop in Spain in August...when everyone is on vacation.
On the twenty-fourth we attended a team-building (excuse for a party - ha!) extravaganza at a chiringuito here in Sotogrande. What is that, you ask? Why, a chiringuito is a beach bar that serves tasty treats in addition to copious amounts of alcohol. Karen has a post that deftly describes the evening complete with a photograph. Yes, we did eat the fish cooking on stakes on the sand-filled boat fire.
Cooper has had some interesting developments this month as well. For starters, he has a new bed. It is big and floppy and he appears to like it (now that he has accepted that it is the norm). Secondly, the vet who owns the kennel where he stays when we leave town declared him "un perrito bueno" and told me that he is so good with other dogs now. Any of you who know Cooper at all...or have heard our doggy meets doggy tales...know that this is an improvement indeed. We were going to have a doggy play-date with two seventy-pound-plus golden retrievers this past weekend, but it fell through. Good times are guaranteed when that occurs - we'll try to videotape it. Lastly, today he was groomed and although he still was so excited to arrive there that he was a bit loud, today was the first time that when I arrived to pick him up he was calm and collected...and of course he did not want to leave. Go figure.
So. There you have my month more or less. Yes, I did participate in 12 of 12. I have not posted it yet for whatever reason. It will come soon enough, along with more info on most of what I have written about here. All will have photographs, of course. I can't seem to do much posting without the photographs. They are my favorite part.
Hasta pronto,
~ CC
Nowhere, really. Here, but not blogging.
A monthly wrap-up for your perusal:
We attended a show at the bullring that included a fabulous piano player, singers, band (complete with Kenny G-esque sax player), flamenco dancers and dancing andalucian horses.
I then spent my time finalizing our plans for a visit to Dublin, Ireland and environs. We were there from the tenth until the fourteenth. Mostly it went off without a hitch.
I've been to castellano classes once a week.
The car is in the shop and every time we call we are told "I think it will be finished the car at the end of this week or the beginning of next week." That is what we get for having a car in the shop in Spain in August...when everyone is on vacation.
On the twenty-fourth we attended a team-building (excuse for a party - ha!) extravaganza at a chiringuito here in Sotogrande. What is that, you ask? Why, a chiringuito is a beach bar that serves tasty treats in addition to copious amounts of alcohol. Karen has a post that deftly describes the evening complete with a photograph. Yes, we did eat the fish cooking on stakes on the sand-filled boat fire.
Cooper has had some interesting developments this month as well. For starters, he has a new bed. It is big and floppy and he appears to like it (now that he has accepted that it is the norm). Secondly, the vet who owns the kennel where he stays when we leave town declared him "un perrito bueno" and told me that he is so good with other dogs now. Any of you who know Cooper at all...or have heard our doggy meets doggy tales...know that this is an improvement indeed. We were going to have a doggy play-date with two seventy-pound-plus golden retrievers this past weekend, but it fell through. Good times are guaranteed when that occurs - we'll try to videotape it. Lastly, today he was groomed and although he still was so excited to arrive there that he was a bit loud, today was the first time that when I arrived to pick him up he was calm and collected...and of course he did not want to leave. Go figure.
So. There you have my month more or less. Yes, I did participate in 12 of 12. I have not posted it yet for whatever reason. It will come soon enough, along with more info on most of what I have written about here. All will have photographs, of course. I can't seem to do much posting without the photographs. They are my favorite part.
Hasta pronto,
~ CC
July 31, 2007
Guilty As Charged
Call DPS*; a crime has been committed.
At approximately 10:07 PM on the evening of July 29th, 2007 it was discovered that a certain doggy, hereafter referred to as Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez, is a victim of neglect.
According to Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez, himself, it was only after 'months' of desertion that he was finally released from his dire predicament.
Note: the actual amount of time spent in isolation may be off as we are dealing with a canine persona; his grasp of a 'time line' appears vague.
According to the suspect in custody, after performing his ritual Sunday chore of ironing clothes for the week ahead, he replaced the iron and ironing board in the so-called 'third bedroom'.
Note: Suspect seems to be referring to what, at first glimpse, is a guest bedroom/storage room, AKA the scene of the crime.
After this iron and ironing board replacement, no member of the household saw paw nor hair of Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez.
An occasional "woof" was overheard in the midst of loud and intense Ninja Gaiden: Sigma playing. Multiple times the game was paused only to hear silence.
Suspect believed Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez, had simply done what he is known to do most nights: get fed-up with his owners and go to bed.
Suspect repeatedly asked his wife "Is Chompy in bed?" to which she replied "I don't know."
No one checked.
Not once.
From 7:35 pm until 10:07 pm.
That's correct: over 2.5 hours.
At this time, suspect teased Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez by calling for him to come and "go outside".
Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez did not 'come' because he could not.
He had been 'locked' in the 'third bedroom' with no air-conditioning and no lights for over 2.5 hours.
In fact, he had to shake his body, and therefore his collar in order for his so-called parents to 'find' him.
Note: in their favor, once 'found', Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez was taken outside, given water, and loved and played with until content. This was partly necessary because he wanted to go out to the living room and take part in the section of the evening he had missed: sleeping on the sofa until he grumbles and takes himself to bed. As the owners were ready to sleep, this option was not available. He was appeased and then all slept.
Assessment: we shall be keeping an eye on the lot of them.
*Doggy Protective Services
At approximately 10:07 PM on the evening of July 29th, 2007 it was discovered that a certain doggy, hereafter referred to as Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez, is a victim of neglect.
According to Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez, himself, it was only after 'months' of desertion that he was finally released from his dire predicament.
Note: the actual amount of time spent in isolation may be off as we are dealing with a canine persona; his grasp of a 'time line' appears vague.
According to the suspect in custody, after performing his ritual Sunday chore of ironing clothes for the week ahead, he replaced the iron and ironing board in the so-called 'third bedroom'.
Note: Suspect seems to be referring to what, at first glimpse, is a guest bedroom/storage room, AKA the scene of the crime.
After this iron and ironing board replacement, no member of the household saw paw nor hair of Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez.
An occasional "woof" was overheard in the midst of loud and intense Ninja Gaiden: Sigma playing. Multiple times the game was paused only to hear silence.
Suspect believed Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez, had simply done what he is known to do most nights: get fed-up with his owners and go to bed.
Suspect repeatedly asked his wife "Is Chompy in bed?" to which she replied "I don't know."
No one checked.
Not once.
From 7:35 pm until 10:07 pm.
That's correct: over 2.5 hours.
At this time, suspect teased Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez by calling for him to come and "go outside".
Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez did not 'come' because he could not.
He had been 'locked' in the 'third bedroom' with no air-conditioning and no lights for over 2.5 hours.
In fact, he had to shake his body, and therefore his collar in order for his so-called parents to 'find' him.
Note: in their favor, once 'found', Chompy-Lones, AKA Pantalones Cortez was taken outside, given water, and loved and played with until content. This was partly necessary because he wanted to go out to the living room and take part in the section of the evening he had missed: sleeping on the sofa until he grumbles and takes himself to bed. As the owners were ready to sleep, this option was not available. He was appeased and then all slept.
Assessment: we shall be keeping an eye on the lot of them.
*Doggy Protective Services
April 13, 2007
April 12 of 12
K-Ray is in town.
We are bzzy bzzy beezzzz.
We traveled to Jerez de la Frontera to see the horses dance this morning. I may have pretty much forgotten about the fact that it was the 12th today..and therefore I leave you with the following:
We are bzzy bzzy beezzzz.
We traveled to Jerez de la Frontera to see the horses dance this morning. I may have pretty much forgotten about the fact that it was the 12th today..and therefore I leave you with the following:
10:29; Jerez, Spain
A pretty tree
10:29; Jerez, Spain
Another shot of that tree.
10:30; Jerez, Spain
Yet again, the tree...this time, a leaf or two.
10:30; Jerez, Spain
The lovely museum building
10:30; Jerez, Spain
The lovely fountain.
10:30; Jerez, Spain
The lovely performance hall.
10:32; Jerez, Spain
Spanish ladies talking with their whole bodies.
16:39; Sotogrande, Spain
BU! reminds me that it is, in fact, the 12th.
16:39; Sotogrande, Spain
Baggage report...ugh...called to check on K-Ray's missing bags...
16:39; Sotogrande, Spain
Laundry to make it through the next couple of days (Sevilla here we come!).
16:40; Sotogrande, Spain
Doggy Fantastic wants to play...again.
19:14; Pueblo Nuevo, Spain
Also counts as Bonus Picture
Sangria...Mmm.
My word was limitation; make of it what you will...
April 11, 2007
Where, Oh Where...
I'm here, I promise. I have been a little busy. We have had guests since...ummm...I believe it was March 11th. It feels a bit like we've had guests for a couple of years instead of only a month, but that is just my body talking.
What have we been doing?
We've been to the following locations once:
Tablao El Arenal for the best flamenco and food ever.
Also, Tarifa and beyond for beaches and Roman ruins. We traveled through the park to get to the leather capital of Andalucia: Ubrique. The cork trees, they were so fabulous!
San Roque for the processional on holy Friday. That was indeed a cultural experience.
We've been to the following locations twice:
Granada, once with guided tour and once without.
Also, Seville for the Cathedral, Barrio Santa Cruz and Casa de Pilatos as well as the Real Alcazar.
We've been to the following locations thrice:
Ronda: the bridge, it is still standing! Gibraltar: the apes, they are still wrestling! Jerez: the horses, they are still dancing!
We visited the post office, the town markets, and we even saw a polo match with the last group. Also, I now know which road I will never ever take home from Ronda. Yes, it went through a natural park...eventually...and it did end up in Estepona where it claimed to lead, but the curves, they are so hairpin and the fox, he came from nowhere. We may refer to it as The Road to Espinosa[Read: Tahj and Ahj like to make up new titles for already established locations...another is Ramona(Ronda)], but just because we remember it fondly (with names from Scrubs, no less) does not mean any of us ever want to experience it again. EVER.
Other 'new experiences' I would just rather not experience again:
1. Aparcameinto El Arenal. Possibly the smallest (in all ways) parking garage ever. Not a one of the columns is without chunks of concrete missing. Also, parking there is very much like Austin Powers in the golf cart trying to turn around...you only need about a 30 point turn to finally get your vehicle in the spot. If you're lucky.
2. Ape poo. Nothing more needs to be said.
3. Doggy Fantastic taking issue with his treats and depositing many puddles of yack ON THE CARPET. There simply was no better place. None.
Things that were fabulous:
1. The hotels in Granada and Seville as well as the flamenco. All were scheduled and monies deposited without knowing for sure what it would be like. Thank you tripadvisor and my many guidebooks.
2. The views of Africa from Gibraltar; it has never been so clear.
3. Frank, our guide in Granada. He speaks so many languages, and the stories, they are fab!
4. The olives from La Linea Market. Mmm.....olives.
5. All of the things that I cannot even remember right now because my brain? It is still broken.
Due to my many adventures over the past month, I slept almost all day yesterday. That included two naps in between the laundry, Nissan dealer, and grocery store. Oh yeah, and I had a full night of sleep last night [Read: slept until 11 despite Doggy Fantastic's attemtps to get me up].
Therefore I am feeling much better today.
Almost normal even.
The good news: I have one more guest who arrives tomorrow. We are traveling to all of the places I have already been. This means that aside from the parking garage in Seville, I should know exactly where I am going and also how to leave each location.
We hope.
What does this mean for all of you?
(Ha. All of you. As if there are any of you left after a month of nothing...)
Well, I will once again be missing for at least a week. I will hopefully be able to post on the 12th for 12 of 12. HEY YOU! PARTICIPATE!
Once I am recovered again, I should have much to write about and hundreds of pictures to share. Until then, happy Easter, yay for spring, and look for me in a little over a week!
What have we been doing?
We've been to the following locations once:
Tablao El Arenal for the best flamenco and food ever.
Also, Tarifa and beyond for beaches and Roman ruins. We traveled through the park to get to the leather capital of Andalucia: Ubrique. The cork trees, they were so fabulous!
San Roque for the processional on holy Friday. That was indeed a cultural experience.
We've been to the following locations twice:
Granada, once with guided tour and once without.
Also, Seville for the Cathedral, Barrio Santa Cruz and Casa de Pilatos as well as the Real Alcazar.
We've been to the following locations thrice:
Ronda: the bridge, it is still standing! Gibraltar: the apes, they are still wrestling! Jerez: the horses, they are still dancing!
We visited the post office, the town markets, and we even saw a polo match with the last group. Also, I now know which road I will never ever take home from Ronda. Yes, it went through a natural park...eventually...and it did end up in Estepona where it claimed to lead, but the curves, they are so hairpin and the fox, he came from nowhere. We may refer to it as The Road to Espinosa[Read: Tahj and Ahj like to make up new titles for already established locations...another is Ramona(Ronda)], but just because we remember it fondly (with names from Scrubs, no less) does not mean any of us ever want to experience it again. EVER.
Other 'new experiences' I would just rather not experience again:
1. Aparcameinto El Arenal. Possibly the smallest (in all ways) parking garage ever. Not a one of the columns is without chunks of concrete missing. Also, parking there is very much like Austin Powers in the golf cart trying to turn around...you only need about a 30 point turn to finally get your vehicle in the spot. If you're lucky.
2. Ape poo. Nothing more needs to be said.
3. Doggy Fantastic taking issue with his treats and depositing many puddles of yack ON THE CARPET. There simply was no better place. None.
Things that were fabulous:
1. The hotels in Granada and Seville as well as the flamenco. All were scheduled and monies deposited without knowing for sure what it would be like. Thank you tripadvisor and my many guidebooks.
2. The views of Africa from Gibraltar; it has never been so clear.
3. Frank, our guide in Granada. He speaks so many languages, and the stories, they are fab!
4. The olives from La Linea Market. Mmm.....olives.
5. All of the things that I cannot even remember right now because my brain? It is still broken.
Due to my many adventures over the past month, I slept almost all day yesterday. That included two naps in between the laundry, Nissan dealer, and grocery store. Oh yeah, and I had a full night of sleep last night [Read: slept until 11 despite Doggy Fantastic's attemtps to get me up].
Therefore I am feeling much better today.
Almost normal even.
The good news: I have one more guest who arrives tomorrow. We are traveling to all of the places I have already been. This means that aside from the parking garage in Seville, I should know exactly where I am going and also how to leave each location.
We hope.
What does this mean for all of you?
(Ha. All of you. As if there are any of you left after a month of nothing...)
Well, I will once again be missing for at least a week. I will hopefully be able to post on the 12th for 12 of 12. HEY YOU! PARTICIPATE!
Once I am recovered again, I should have much to write about and hundreds of pictures to share. Until then, happy Easter, yay for spring, and look for me in a little over a week!
January 23, 2007
Before and After, Take One
Recently things have changed in the land of Chompy-lones. Many things have taken a turn for...a different path. Least notably for him, is his hair. That is right, towards his hair he acts a tad indifferently, as a doggy is wont to do. Oh, sure, it feels better when it is mostly gone, but it is warmer when it is mostly on - so either style balances out. Let us now use this time to take note of the grand difference between the before and after. Enjoy.
Before:
After:
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