It's Australia Day here. Because I landed on the 31st of December and had only two free days before I had to play stepmum, I hadn't bothered with resolutions. I think I'll work on them between Australia Day and my birthday (31 Jan). One resolution will be to blog weekly instead of weakly. I also have to get caught up on other people's blogs.
Okay. One down. Blog more often.
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Just a short note today. I'd like to announce that we have had a miracle in our house. Mark's toast still comes out normal--no Jesus or Mary. The same goes for our tortillas. No, this miracle is about Omo, and I believe it has something to do with the magic of the Australian Open.
Omo grew ersatz testicles. I have no idea how a dog gets a tennis ball wedged in between his hams. I go nuts if my undie tag is tickling my back. What you can't see (and what cracked me up) is that it's not on the blanket. The ball is wedged in. Tamale?
Did she find the tennis ball to uncomfy for her hard noggin and just nudge it away without a care in the world for how her bedmate would feel? Don't feel too sorry for Omo. I took heaps of photos, but I deleted most after I looked at them. It seems the fuzzy ball was making the lipstick come out.
I'm okay with talking about anything, really. You name it. I can even post about anything. Photograph anything. There is just something about the doggy lipstick that brings out the puritanical censor in me. This is a lipstick-free blog.
And by the way, see that "bed"? It's just a single comfortor. They insist on coming in to the sleep-out when I'm on the computer. I got tired of dragging their proper beds. They'll sleep on that flat thing over the bean bag and foam bed, too. So yes, they have better beds. They just "suffer" while I'm awake. I know where they sneak off to when I'm asleep. I see the pits in the furniture. Feel thee not sorry. Feel thee scorn!
What happens to the other bedding when the dogs are playing Internet police with me? Don't worry about waste. Not with my crew.
And maybe I just answered the question about the tennis ball.
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Go back to the first photo.
My dad and stepmom gave my stepkids the Journey to the Center of the Earth (3-D) DVD for Christmas. While they and Mark were watching, I came in with my camera to take a photo:
If you notice, this photo has different dimensions as the previous three. Why? Because I didn't notice with the lights off, that the way A was sitting in his jammies led to what we are calling the "Where's Wally"-gate (Aus. for Waldo) thanks to the flash.
The kids were writing thank-you notes to my parents, and I provided the photos. When I looked through the thumnails, I looked down and called out to A. "A! Come here and tell me if there's anything in this photo that isn't right." He did and started to laugh. Okay. What to do. Crop. I could see the buttons at the bottom and just Mark's legs. I hit the crop button and asked A to let me know when the photo became family-friendly. Maybe I should have shown Omo the same respect. Nah. I spared the lipstick, but he gets the tennis ball post.
Figuring that dogs are, generally, colorblind, Omo probably thinks he's impressing Tamale. "Look! I've got goodies! I'm hung!" Bless his poor little deluded heart. :) (My Sam's roaching photos have to get cropped, sometimes, although he's pretty good at curling his tail over his boy-bits.)
Posted by: Kathy (KF-in-Georgia) | January 26, 2009 at 09:40 AM
Doggie version of the ben wa balls... that is too funny. Often times Peanut lays down on a bone or kong and doesn't seem bothered by them jabbing her ribs, luckily I haven't found them anywhere inappropriate.
The last pic is equally funny! Thank you for your censorship:-)
Posted by: Denise | January 26, 2009 at 10:40 AM
Love the tennis ball wedge. Its funny when things just happen. And thanks for not showing us his lipstick. :-)
Jen
Posted by: Jennifer | January 26, 2009 at 12:14 PM
I'm with you on the lipstick issue....I saw two at the dogpark this morning, I was most distressed...
Posted by: Lisa | January 26, 2009 at 12:22 PM
i wonder what you will find next between his legs....
Posted by: Brooke LIddle | January 26, 2009 at 09:13 PM
Too funny!! Nad regrowth = lipstick - what a manly man.
Posted by: Zan | January 28, 2009 at 04:47 AM
Maybe he's trying to tell you that he wants a pair of neuticles? Do they make monorchid versions? :)
Posted by: gyeong | January 28, 2009 at 09:20 AM
I call the lipstick the angry inch :). Your hubby's pjs could be a part of the 3-D experience! Those are awesome.
Posted by: greytblackdog | January 31, 2009 at 12:21 AM
that was hysterical. Omo had an expression of "what? I like it!" I am with you on the lipstick..it is the 'red headed step child' of dog ownership.
Posted by: Trina | January 31, 2009 at 02:17 AM
Wah, you're going into blog retirement! I'll miss the hilarious blog posts!!
Posted by: Iowa Greyhound | February 04, 2009 at 10:02 AM
Blog retirement for a witty intelligent gal like you is not an option. Paws don't quit, it just won't be the same.
Posted by: Cat Su | February 06, 2009 at 10:06 PM