Sunday, October 25, 2009

Slept With My First Seven Years Ago Today

It was Seven years ago today when I walked into the Atlanta Humane Society and walked out with my first dog. Blu is now 11 years old and going strong. Had I not entered the AHS that fateful day, I would not know the joy and comfort of
sleeping with dogs!


Monday, October 19, 2009

NAME THAT ONE-EYE DOG: An Obsessive Chick's Game!


Okay y'all - it is official - I really am a non-committal, obsessive pile of mental mush. With that said, please help me name my newest dog, once and for all!

Bella Ruby or Bella Starr?


or Bella Stella? (the Italian combo for "beautiful star")



Friday, October 16, 2009

Keeping an Eye Out for Pumpkin


Was it a coincidence,
Bella devoured only one eye off her pumpkin.?
Genius dog or dumb luck?
You make the call


Monday, October 12, 2009

I Would Be A Skinny Bitch If I Ate My Dogs' Food!

Seriously people. I adore my three furry mongrels and want them to live long, healthy lives. Some would say I obsess about their food. So they are fed high quality, well balanced food and yet I cant get enough butter and cream in my system. If I could figure out a way to wheel around an IV bag of melted butter with a direct line to my veins, I would! I really do love fruits, veggies, whole grains and olive oil. I just cant seem to eat them.

Perhaps I really should eat the dogs' food... after all, the ingredients are human grade. Blu and Bella eat Innova, they seem to like it. Donkey eats Eagle Pack holisitc dog food, it doesn't smell too bad. And, I would become a svelte, smokin' hot bitch.

But then again, how can I possibly eat dog food, when all I think about is flying home to Buffalo for a slice... or six, of Bocce Pizza ?! And that is only the beginning...



(Thanks to my brother Justin for emailing pic from recent trip home - bastard!)

Friday, October 9, 2009

Beast of Burden Steals My Heart

FFS people! How is it the addition of a one-eyed, crooked-faced, under bite inflicted, lab pup can mess so much with my blogging, with my life? Well, I will tell you how. That 10 month old, unruly pile of poo-eating, actually everything eating, fuzzball is a crazed animal... a 60 pound beast of burden. I love her!