Today's photo edit is really nothing fancy, but it's a picture that I think is funny so I'm sharing it anyway. Meet Lolli, my crazy, floppy-eared puppy. She's smilin' atcha.
My photoshop edits are barely noticeable...just a boost of colors, a little bit more definition in her fur, and that wonky hair in her eye is gone.
She's got an appointment today to get all of her hair buzzed off one more time before fall. Can't wait to see my almost-bald pup-pups later this afternoon!
Don't worry, I'm fully clothed at work today. And I don't feel naked at all. It's Lolli. She's the one feeling a little naked, or nekkid, as I like to say. Bless her, I decided she needed a hair cut. Her locks were getting a little tangly and matted and she sorta looked like a ragamuffin (probably because after her last bath and brush she immediately went outside and ran through the sprinklers about 28 times, then came in with soaking wet dreadlocks and feet covered in mud). Plus, it's hot. Like really hot. Poor little thing kept breaking a sweat every time we took her on a walk.
So, after calling around to several groomers, I finally got her in for an appointment yesterday. Sure, this technically wasn't her first time with a groomer. But the last time they just cleaned up her face and trimmed a few areas. And stuck a bow on top, remember?
This time they brought out the big guns shaver. I was probably more nervous than she was, seeing as how she didn't know what was about to happen when I dropped her off. I took this picture last night while we were in the wood shop.
She's half the dog I dropped off that morning!
Sweet Lolli seemed to have a different disposition about her yesterday evening. She was embarrassed. I kept reassuring her that she still looked cute, but I think I heard Henry laughing at her.
I didn't tell her daddy (Doc) that she was getting groomed; I thought it should be a surprised. When we finally got home last night, she curled up right next to him, maybe hoping that he could magically put the long hair back on her and make it all better.
She was still a little sheepish this morning but I think she's slowly bouncing back to her old self. She's just gotta get used to feeling a draft.
(In the picture above you can see how her tail is still a little long. It's like her own little pompom waving behind her!)
If a different-looking dog starts appearing in my pictures, don't worry - it's still Lolli. She's just sportin' a new do.
I am currently in the back seat of my mom's car, headed to our vacation destination: the beach! My dad is driving and Doc is up front with him. We just finished listening to a whole cd of greatest hits from the 60s, and now they're blaring the Rolling Stones. They dug into the bag of snacks a few minutes ago and Doc completely ripped the resealable seal off the bag of Nutter Butters so they're on a mission to eat them all. My mom is in the back with me, reading on her kindle. I'm curled up in my snuggie (of course) and just finished reading the current issue of US Weekly and now am bored. So here I am, trying to blog from my phone. Hope this works, because typing on this thing is too much of a pain for this to end up not even working... About the title of this post...I was out in our side courtyard with Lolli a few days ago when I noticed something weird. The flowers that I'd planted in my triple pots on Mother's Day were looking a little scarce.
I know for a fact that I planted more flowers than that in the top pot! Doc and I counted how many flowers we had and divided them out between the number and sizes of pots we had to fill. I specifically remember that the top pots got 5 flowers each and I planted them in an X pattern, like the 5 on a die.
The first time I noticed my flower pots looking a little thin (which is not when I took these pictures) I actually found a whole flower with it's roots and dirt attached laying on the ground beside the pot. I thought it was weird but just picked it up and replanted it.
So now I'm out there again and the flower that I had replanted is gone again, but this time it's nowhere to be found on the ground. And now, not only are some whole flowers missing, but some of the remaining plants have had their heads pulled off.
What in the world?!? I told Doc about and he said he'd noticed it too.
"Do you think a raccoon or something is eating my flowers?" I asked him.
"Oh I think someone's eating your flowers alright," he said, "but it's not a raccoon."
Gulp. "Then what?"
"Lollipop." he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh yea right! It can't be Lolli. It's the flowers from the top tier that are missing. She can't reach those!"
"She can if she jumps up on the furniture."
Crap. I suddenly realized he may be right. My cute little fur baby isn't just biting me, chewing up furniture, and peeing on my bed anymore. Now she's eating my brand new flowers too.
FOR SALE: One 5-month old Maltipoo puppy. Enjoys long walks, nipping ankles, and eating flowers.
Just kidding. I love Lolli, even if I don't LIKE her sometimes. She's ours for the long haul.
But I wonder, do you think she started eating flowers because she saw me putting them in drinks?
[Update: we finished the Stones cd. Now the duo up front is singing along to the Beatles. I feel certain that my dad and husband are going to be hoarse by the time this road trip is over.]
Lolli got her staples out yesterday afternoon - just in time for me to play dress up with her. Don't let the expression on her face in the picture above fool you; she didn't like it one bit. But how cute are her little feet poofin' out from the sleeves??
In the picture below, you can see the details of her Easter outfit. It's a ruffled pink and white polka dot number complete with a hood that has bunny ears. The best part? I didn't spend any money on it. It's a hand-me-down from my friend Jenny's cat. Apparently her cat grew out of it, but I had to take it up for it to fit Lolli.
You can kinda tell it's made for a cat instead of a dog, because there's not much "neck" between the body and the top of the hood. I had a really tough time trying to keep the hood up on her head. Maybe you can tell what I'm talking about in the picture below.
See how it doesn't really look like the hood will fit up over her head?
That doesn't mean I didn't keep pulling it up and trying to get it to stay. I also showered her with kisses and told her how pretty she looked in her Easter outfit.
Look at my shweet lopsided bunny dog.
Aaaaand the hood's off again.
"Mom? I don't wanna do this anymore."
Guess who's got an appointment to get her hair cut this week?
Our Easter photo shoot came to an end when Miss Pop figured out how to shake off her hood.
One last picture, just for fun. This is one I caught of her in mid-run. My dog is so talented she can hold herself up on one paw.
Happy Easter Eve, everyone!
IF you lick your fresh wound when you're not supposed to, and IF you pull out a few staples,
and IF, because of those things, your incision becomes inflamed,
you WILL have to go back to the vet,
you WILL have to get more staples without sedation,
you WILL have to start wearing the cone of shame.
And you WILL be embarrassed when the vet puts it on, to the point of not making eye contact with anyone else for the duration of the visit.