Filed under: The Disaster Twins | Tags: camera mishaps, puppies, The Disaster Twins
So, while I’m already on the topic of sappy dog stories…
I just realized that I’d been taking pictures for the past few days sans memory stick in the camera. Turns out you can only take about seventeen shots before all of your internal memory is completely used and your camera will barely turn on.
Ordinarily, I’d just huff back inside muttering something about why do these kind of things only happen when Spider-Husband is gone and who in the hell put the camera back on the table without a memory stick in it, but today, I found a treasure trove that was good enough to keep my passive aggressive fit all to myself…
These so cool, didn’t know we even had these, adorable shots of the two best baby Chow Shepherds in the land.
This was back in the day when the Disaster Twins could actually lay on Doggy Daddy’s coat without fear of a serious scolding.
Oh, what a difference a couple years make, eh?
They’re still just babies…just a little larger babies than they used to be.
Filed under: The Adventures, The Disaster Twins, The Family, The Yard | Tags: building a fence, dogs running free, fence
Spider-Husband and I have contemplated getting a fence ever since the first winter of Chow-Chow, where the Blonde family spent many a midnight fighting off frostbite and questioning why we thought getting dogs was a good idea while the Disaster Twins took turns circling around the yard looking for that one special spot where the serious business could be done. And, while the circling patterns have differed and the spots may have changed through the years, our fear of hypothermia and cursing through our clattering teeth has not.
But, still we have endured.
Well, until this spring, when the rest of our phase of the subdivision is being finished, including the building of a new house that sits behind our lot and will soon contain a home whose back corner is approximately six feet from our property line. ’Cause really…who needs a backyard? Thus, Spider-Husband has spent the past few weeks obtaining building permits, getting cost estimates, scheduling survey appointments, and picking out the perfect post toppers for our latest unexpected investment.
Last Friday was the big day. Spider-Husband took the day off since I was in Boston for a business trip, which is probably for the best since I’m sure I would have had a meltdown when forced to hand over the credit card to pay for the little project. And, I admit as I drove home from the Indianapolis airport, I was still a little uneasy about spending the money, worried that we’d made the wrong decision, and frustrated that we even felt like we needed a fence because of someone else’s decision to build as close to the property lines as possible.
Until…
I swear I had a hot flash of maternal pride – something like I imagine a parent must feel when they see their child doing something that makes them truly happy for the very first time.
Oh, Hal. Oh, Bard. You made Mommy’s day.
Filed under: The Adventures, The Disaster Twins, The Family | Tags: 3D glasses, Halas, Lombardi, Noah, Superbowl Sunday
So, I realize it’s well over a week past the Superbowl and that no one is particularly concerned with what the Blonde family did to mark the momentous occasion.
But, my totally-on-her-game mother-in-law was kind enough to pick up the much-hyped 3D glasses for the “Monsters vs. Aliens” halftime preview that I managed to forget on three subsequent trips to the grocery store. And, all she asked in return was the promise of a least one picture with all four of us all geared up for the Monstrous 3D Event…which everyone knows is the only reason I agreed to watch the game in the first place this year.
This little gem is all yours, Connie.
That’s a fine piece of photo composition there, eh?
Spider-Husband was able to snag a halfway decent shot of the three of us which may or may not have been, in part, possible thanks to the wonders of Scotch packing tape. I’m just saying.
And, lest Halas and Lombardi be the only hounds humilated in this post, I give you their canine cousin, Noah, or as his Aunt Blonde likes to call him “No, No”, who scored a touchdown of his own…
…then headed immediately upstairs to take a celebratory whiz all over the Blonde’s freshly washed comforter and sheets.
It was a Super Sunday, indeed.
Filed under: The Disaster Twins, The SpiderHusband | Tags: dog bath, ShamWow!, Vince, wet dog
Lest you think my brother was the only one to receive a straight outta’ the infomercial product for Christmas this year, I give you the ShamWow! - the chamois/towel/sponge that is only available on TV, yet ironically, has been spotted at the Walgreens just down the street.
Spider-Husband was seriously excited when he opened his very own box of ShamWows this Christmas courtesy of my mom. Not generally one to be moved by television advertisements of any kind, Spider-Husband was quite taken with the ShamWows! product and came dangerously close to buying a box for himself when he spotted the display at the drugstore. By some freak wave of infomercial intuition, my mom somehow sensed that this was one thing that Spider-Husband’s life was missing and picked the gift out all on her own.
We busted them out this weekend and decided that Lombardi would, of course, be the best judge of ShamWow!’s effectiveness. After all, ‘Bardi can hold 20X her weight in liquid, too.
We’re not positive exactly what that look means, but I can tell you Lombardi bore a stunning resemblance to Vince from ShamWow! after being toweled off.
So, if you’re end goal is a wicked awesome mohawk, ‘Bardi says ShamChow! everytime.
Filed under: The Adventures, The Blonde, The Disaster Twins, The Husband | Tags: Christmas 2008, opening presents, Spider-Husband, The Disaster Twins
Here’s what five minutes and a super small budget will get you at the Blonde estate on Christmas morning…
Filed under: The Disaster Twins | Tags: dogs, dogs chewing carpet, The Disaster Twins
Our brief dalliance with full-scale puppy liberation has come to an abrupt halt…and after only two weeks.
The Disaster Twins are getting close to turning two this year and have been behaving like somewhat civilized creatures here of late, so their Doggy Daddy and I have been experimenting with leaving them out of their cages while we’re away for increasing periods of time. After several multiple hour tests, the girls were at last freed from their cages for the entire time we were away at work.
And, for ten whole business days, we’d never been prouder of our sweet baby chows. Until, that is, we left to eat breakfast out on a Saturday morning, and came home to this:
Really, ladies…is this what our relationship has come to?
You have an entire house full of things to chew on, and you manage to eat the one thing that we have neither the money or any imminent plan to replace any time in the near future. I mean have you seen Daddy’s black velour pimp couch? Momma’s been looking for excuses to get that bad boy replaced for years. Maybe a nibble on the armrest or a unfortunate snag on his favorite seat cushion?
Or how ’bout dining on some of that big girl dog food that you’ve managed to scatter across the kitchen floor in mock protest of finally being completely transitioned from puppy food to adult cuisine?
Seriously. Help me out here, girls. No one fought harder for the rights of the Puppy Liberation Front than your Mom.
Alas, your newly-earned Chow Chow liberties have been rescinded…at least for this week.
Filed under: The Disaster Twins, The Peeps | Tags: foster dogs, Great Pyrenees, Indianapolis Great Pyrenees Rescue, shelter dogs
My friend Wandering Bella works with the Indianapolis Great Pyrenees Rescue and has been a truly awesome foster mom to so many dogs who are in need of a good home. Today she posted about two Great Pyrs that have just been taken in by the Indianapolis Rescue – Milo and Emma – and who have been horribly mistreated and are very ill.
Their story broke my heart, and I was instantly overcome by tears when I saw their pictures and the horrible conditions they’ve been left in. So, I’m joining her cause and asking people to read her post, and if they are as moved as I was, to make a small donation to help get Milo and Emma one step closer to the happy, healthy life they deserve. Just a word of warning…these doggies are in bad shape and their pictures reflect that.
The Disaster Twins were part of a litter of puppies that were dropped off at Animal Care and Control when they were barely six weeks old. Between parvo, respiratory illness, and the other problems that come with being a puppy and living in a crowded shelter, only three puppy sisters survived. Halas and Lombardi will be two this coming Thanksgiving, and I can’t imagine what our family would be like without them.
They are brats. They are goofy. They are fickle. They are fuzzy. They are ridiculous. And, they certainly have issues. But, they are ours.
And, not a day goes by when I don’t think about how lucky we are to have them in our lives.
Good luck Milo and Emma. You’ve got big fans here in the Blonde household.
Filed under: The Disaster Twins, The Tunes | Tags: Cheap Trick, concert, dressing up dogs, Heart, Journey
It’s been a busy week at work as many of our out-of-town colleagues have descended upon the Indianapolis office for business meetings. And along with the meetings generally come a few dinner invites since we don’t often have the chance to all be in the same location at the same time.
Woe is truly me this evening as I find myself sans Spider-Husband tonight while he’s out to dinner with his team. And, while having a Spider-Husband-free evening does have its perks, I am also wallowing in my 70’s era grief over missing the one concert that has piqued my interest this summer – Journey, Heart, and Cheap Trick.
For a brief moment, I actually considered driving over to my brother’s house to see if I could overhear the concert from his backyard, which is mere minutes from the Verizon Wireless Music Center, but then that just seemed sad.
So instead, I did what any mature, rational, 33-year-old woman would do…I turned up the stereo, draped my dogs in every scarf and headband I could find ala Ann and Nancy Wilson, forced them to dance with me, and then, to preserve the happy memories for years to come, took pictures.
Halas collects herself before taking the stage.
‘Cause if the real thing don’t do the trick, you better make up something quick…oh, Bardicuda.
Mommy’s alright, Daddy’s alright, they just seem a little weird.
Filed under: The Disaster Twins | Tags: dog eating habits, Jabba the Hut, Lombardi
Apparently so.
In recent weeks, Lombardi has taken to eaten all of her meals laying flat on her stomach like some Chow-Chow incarnation of Jabba the Hut.
“Bring me Solo and the Wookie. They will all suffer for this outrage…”
Filed under: The Disaster Twins, The Family | Tags: Bailey, dogs, Fourth of July, Independence Day, Noah, The Disaster Twins, wagging tongues
My mom, brother and his wife came over this afternoon for a Fourth of July cookout at the Blonde estate. In honor of Independence Day, we decided to liberate their hounds from an afternoon in their cages and instead invited both Bailey and Noah over to celebrate their freedom with the Disaster Twins.
Bailey and Noah were overcome with patriotism, and in absence of a flag, opted to wave thy tongue in joy and celebration of the Fourth of July.
