Time to Change Dog Food and Eyes Wide Open
We’d been wondering why Dexter was so hyperactive.
The Nellkins have their eyes open! Well, some of them, at least. A few slackers are hanging back, enjoying the peace and tranquility that comes with a perma nap. Photos if it ever stops raining (I need natural light, since I can’t use a flash on those sensitive new eyes).
Also, a new video of Heart this afternoon — she’s doin’ stuff! More than just sort of laying there! Yay!
Penelope's Pups are Nine Days Old
OK, this is a sort of “meet the kids” video. In order — roughly — we have:
The largest girl, who is a dark cream, getting her belly tickled. Also, can I point out here that she has, bar none, the softest fur I have ever felt? It’s double coated, with outer guard hairs that sparkle like spun gold, and even if you ruffle it backwards, it’s just so soft you want to squoosh your face into it and sleep there forever.
The second largest cream girl, getting her belly licked by Penelope. She’s so mellow — she just hangs out on her back, with the tip of her little tongue sticking out. She has dark pigment, and a head like a little pumpkin.
Then there’s a quick shot of the little cream boy, who isn’t a big fan of the back sleeping thing, after which we cut to the black masked fawn boy, doing cute black masked fawn stuff.
Next up, the teeny tiny leetle terror, pink nose and all, looking leetle and adorable and squinchy faced (shut up, it is so a word).
After that, it’s another shot of butterscotch girl, and then some group photos. Phew! We need to put little stickers on them, so I don’t have to go through this every time I shoot a video.
Vote for Tessa!
The following message is from Tessa, who is running as a representative in the upcoming elections.
By now, of course, everyone is aware of the upcoming elections. As a French Bulldog and a patriot, I have to say that I feel I am more than fully qualified to be your candidate of choice.
After all, I am a mother – not once, not twice, not even five times, but 21 times. Yes, you read that right — 21 proud, flag waving offspring, in three litters. And hey, if multiple motherhood isn’t a qualification for running a country, how about the fact that I raised each and every one of them to fear the very sound of my nails tip tapping across the floor? That’s right, my offspring know the meaning of the word respect. In this house, only the big bitch gets the comfy cushions.
And forget Pit Bulls and lipstick — try weilding iron clad authority while wearing a feather boa, sparkly coat, and a collar covered in daisies. If you can wear all of that, and still make full grown male dogs roll over on their back and pee submissively, you can surely handle congress.
Yes, I’ve heard the arguments that I am ‘too old’ to lead the country (I’m looking at you, Bunny). Don’t think of me as old, however, think of me as ‘seasoned’ and ‘experienced’. Plus, a leader who naps is a leader with less time to pull the country into unseemly international incidents, unless you count that Poodle fiasco, which I still hold was entirely their own fault, and anyways no one ever proved that the gum was mine.
I am proposing the founding of a new party, a party forged in the unerring conviction that French Bulldogs, and Bull breeds in general, are deserving of a position of political power. No more will we be trampled in group competitions by walking topiaries with cult like hair cuts. No more will we suffer the injustices of losing out to stoopid pointy nosed dogs that prance like show ponies. No more will our comrades in arms, the Pit Bulls, the Staffies and the Am Staffs be forced to wear degrading muzzles, while Stephen Harper gets to wear Dockers. We will form a party dedicated to the concepts of liberty, justice, and quick trip to Mr. Clipper for any dog with a perm.
I proposed we name this party the “Super Awesome Coolest Dogs without Stupid Haircuts” party, but was out voted by my campaign adviser, Delilah, and have settled on calling ourselves “The RepublicatidemogreenRhino Party”. It should look swell on a T shirt. Our motto? “Better a Pit Bull in Power than a Hockey Mom in a Perm”.
So, vote for me, Tessa, for Prime Minister. After all, how much worse a job can a dog do in Ottawa than the morons who’re there already?