Good taste in fabric
Many of you know that we adopted our puppy Holly from Charlotte, a friend and dog rescuer in our area. Last fall, Charlotte rescued Peanut, a small terrier-mix, from a local pound and then learned that she was pregnant. Peanut had five puppies. When I first introduced them, we had no intention of taking one of the puppies. Then, later, we were leaning toward the smallest in the litter. Ultimately we ended up with dear Holly, pictured above, pretending she had nothing to do with the hole in our armchair.
Charlotte was able to find homes for all five of the puppies, and last Friday, she had a little reunion for them. We were all interested in whether Peanut would remember her puppies and whether they would remember each other. The verdict. It didn’t appear to us that the puppies recognized each other. They did a lot of sniffing around, and after exploring the area and each other, they got down to playing they way they would with any puppies that they had just met. Peanut, I believe, recognized the puppies and at first she had a please tell me it’s a nightmare and I’ll wake up all peaceful and rested again expression.I think she thought we were giving these energetic pups, now her size, back to her. Later she relaxed and played with them.
Here are Holly and her two brothers:
And here’s the whole litter, with their people. Peanut, the mom, is on far right:
I’m sorry the photos aren’t better. I need new software for camera.
That’s a mighty big hole in the arm chair, and I do love that “who me” look on Holly’s face. Nice story glad all the puppies got good homes.
Holly’s face is priceless! Cute that all the pups in the litter got together….it’s funny how different they all look!
“Pretending she had nothing to do with the hole in our armchair” – love it – such a terrier!
When we first got our little Wheaten, he was not interested in the usual fare of things puppies love to get into – shoes and the like. He just didn’t care! Little did I know that what he was interested in, was my bras. One day, I found him on the bed with the straps wrapped around his neck and front paws with the underwire in his mouth chewing away and bending the whole thing out of shape! The expression on his face – priceless – swooning at his find! Gotta love them all!!
Oh my, D, what a humorous mental image that makes!
Ann, loved the family reunion.
Ann, glad the family reunion went well. Interesting the pups and mom didn’t recognize each other.
OMG, D! My puppy eats my bras, too. I swear she’s in cahoots with my husband, who doesn’t see or understand the need of them.
Colleen,
I guess they are the perfect toy!! They stretch, bounce back, you can take them any where (around the neck of course) and chew them into whatever shape you want!!
Who could ask for more?
D, maybe you aren’t aware, but there is an Underwear Eaters club for Soft Coated Wheaten Terriers. My friend’s Wheaten was the president of the UEA (the American arm of the club) for most of his life. He passed away, and my own male, Graham, is now considering running for the job. My girl, at 11, isn’t much interested in chewing dainties any more, but my male has to be watched closely. He loves to steal my clothes while I am in the shower, and bras are his favorites. He will settle for an odd sock if need be.
And Ann, I do not think Holly chewed that hole. No way! Too sweet of a girl for that.
Interesting how each dog has its favorite articles slated for destruction. My pom Tedhi Z Bear has a shoe fetish that has cost thousands. He is also a frustrated fashion designer who believes that chaps should be a current fashion trend. He loves to chew a large gaping hole in the crouch (sp?) of my jeans and sweat pants.
Now some of this is my fault because anything (including food) that is on pom level is fair game. However, he finds ways to leap from chairs up tables and find other launchpads. He ate an entire pizza Friday that was placed on my desk when I answered the phone.
Personally, I think he can levitate and does when I’m not looking. There are times I swear there is no way he should be able to reach the things destroyed/eatten.
The good news as I am sure Ann and other dog lovers know that after year 3 or 4 they calm down a bit as we all do as we age.
Now Mary Lynn — I’m waiting to hear the x rated Yvonne De Carlo story from Tony. (Sorry for the typos in my last post) Also since Burt ranks number in my spank bank (Howard Keel is number two just have a thing for dead movie stars but those were men) love to hear what Tony said. Not to bore the blog readers since it is a doggie day you can email me the details if you chose at [email protected]
Love to the adorable Holly and the rest of the canine Leary family!
Holly can do no wrong! Just look at that little face. I think one of the kids ate the couch.
I will gladly donate my bra to the doggies who are on the Jenny Craig diet.
Holly sure has a convincing look of innocence!!!! What a cutie!!!!
Sweet pic of the reunion and yes, they all have a different look about them…
What a bunch of darling puppies! Thanks for letting us know they all have forever homes, Ann.
Sandra,
I know, the shower is a big deal! They know that once you are in, you’re there for awhile and the house is theirs! Is the Underwire Eaters Club taking any new members?
p.s. my boy is three.
Ann, I have to say that Holly is quite photogenic! Always looks adorable!
I LOVE that Charlotte held a reunion! I often wonder where Shanti came from and who is doggie family is. The pics are sweet!
typo in my last post! meant to say “HIS” not “IS”
Okay, how spoiled am I? I thought the reunion was on video and kept looking for the link to all the puppy fun. Once you’ve seen Holly skateboarding for her dinner, it’s tough to look at stills – ha!
Having said that, great picture of all the humans with their pups!
D, there is always room for another Wheaten in the Underwear Eaters club. Most are just admitted at birth. My male is also 3. Right now, he is busy chasing birds out of the backyard. They just fly away and come right back, which is so funny, because he takes his job very seriously. I wish I had his energy.
Just what I needed this morning.. little Holly’s face as if saying:
I did not do it,
it was NOT me.
She is comical as can be. She knows she did something wrong!
Good to have a Net connect again!. Did not work from the hotel in Santa Clara County and I spent most of saturday talking to somebody far far far away, who did not make any sense. They then conclude that there is a router problem… Duh!!
And on account of the router, dear Mary Lynn, I forgot about the shoe throwing… there.
Ann, I’ve been reading your blog for some time now, but wanted to comment for the first time, on this post. Holly looks so busted! If she didn’t chew that hole, she knows who did for sure. How cute is her face?? All of her siblings look so different from each other. Wonderful that you took her in with all that you already have.
Holly thought balloon: “Hole? What hole? I don’t see a hole. Oh, that hole. I’m sure that hole was there before.”
I don’t own a dog or know too much about ‘em, so I’d be interested in having someone explain how it is that puppies from the same parents can look so different and have such different-colored fur from one another.
(Regardless, they’re all so darned cute!)
great reunion photos! they are every one so adorable, but Ann, I do think you got the cutest! that face! you’re saying “I know, I know”, right?
and ML – about the gelded horse comment, I have no problem with that. Horses are sexy beasts. The poem is from a wonderful book entitled Eros and Equus. Need I say more?
With those eyes, I don’t think she could be guilty of anything!
Alan, when a dog is a “Heinz 57,” its offspring can take on characteristics of any of the breeds in its genetic background. Also, it is possible for puppies in the same litter to have different fathers. Not many people are aware of that fact, but it’s true!
Ouch! Jeez Lupe!
Tony has been telling this Yvonne DeCarlo story for decades, but it never gets old. He tells it a little slower now, but the punchline still kills. Here he is on David Letterman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_HTyfCHAAU
Enjoy!
The funny thing about Tony is that he doesn’t tailor his shtick for a mixed audience — it is alway unabashedly ribald. Check out this interchange with Dick Cavett — if you dare . . . Hilarious! Oh, my explicit content warning is now officially called a “Schwartz” — so, this next video contains a Schwartz — proceed accordingly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnaS5-mUGQo&feature=related
they’re all adorable, but i’m sure holly is the only skateboarder in the bunch!
So I posted this photo on facebook today, proving that human families (like dog families) can come in a wide variety of shapes, sizes, hair color and styles — http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=118781&id=100000690524133
How sweet that you had a reunion! And how wonderful to hear that all the puppies have loving homes.
I love that priceless expression on Holly’s face with regards to the arm chair! I love my pets, however, when damage occurs it’s then that I realize they’re animals and not my little babies.
My sister’s cat once destroyed her couch. I went over one day and my sister didn’t seem too upset. I asked what happened and she said, “Oh, that Rocky.” My fifteen year old nephew walked in the room and said, “Yeah that Rocky. I’m not allowed to eat or drink on that couch, but that lunatic cat can use it as a scratching post.” Ouch….how we love our pets….and our children too, of course!
Thanks for the You Tube clips Mary Lynn… Tony is priceless
Dick made me laugh just as hard when he called Tony honey.
Not sure if you can get it on Netflix,,, I saw it on the BBC a few yrs ago called The Persuaders!” .
Its a great 70s TV show with Roger Moore. Worth it just for the 70s style. Why don’t men wear scarfs any more?
Kathy, I got a big kick out of Dick’s comment too . . . Another great Tony story is the one about Orry Kelly taking Jack Lemmon’s, Tony Curtis’, and Marilyn’s measurements for “Some Like it Hot”.
Tony tells it so well, because his father was a tailor.
I just checked out Orry Kelly’s (costume designer for “Autie Mame”, “Gypsy”, “An American in Paris”, “Casablanca”, “Oklahoma” and others) find a grave and he is in the Courts of Remembrance at Forest Lawn too!!!
I so have to make some money so I can be laid to rest there too. . .
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=5902694
It looks like Mr. Kelly was cremated . . . I’m not so keen on this idea for myself, but if it allows me to squeeze on in there, I might give it some thought.
Okay, that is “Auntie Mame”, with a n, — and Kathy, Tony still wears scarves!
He wore his signature cowboy hat (from Nudie’s of course), a deep dark blue VELVET blazer, and a black silk scarf to complete the ensemble yesterday.
So dashing. The thing about Tony (besides the oysters and the snails bit in Spartacus) is that people just don’t know how to take his incessant flirting, and Politically Incorrect tales of sexual conquests. He takes flack for it — some think he shouldn’t kiss and tell, but personally, I think he is . . . well, he’s TONY!!! A complete original, and originals shouldn’t be censored.
Check out this blog review of his memoir “American Prince”
http://starletshowcase.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-reptile.html
Pretty harsh, but also pretty funny. One of my favorite things is when writers write witty pieces and reviews based on other writer’s work. Whether mocking, or conciliatory — it doesn’t really matter — their words wouldn’t exist without the original, and like I said before, Tony is an original, and there is only one original.
Lame joke about traffic in Los Angeles.
You know we have Highway 405 here right?
Well, the question is WHY did they name it that?
Answer:
Because it takes FOUR or FIVE hours to get anywhere.
And today it proved right… and I am sick of it, yet, you should not be the recipient of my whinning. So sorry.
And tired tired tired.
And forgot about the shoe for MaryLynn. Said that already.
And I love love little Holly!. And the photo with all the mommies and the doggies is priceless. Ann smiles sweet and big. I did too.
Lupe, that is a great joke, and I thought I could dodge your shoe, but you have a great arm! I have a highway joke for Amanda — or any other Southerners — “What is the best thing to come out of Alabama?” “65 North!”
So of course I’m loving DWTS as usual . . . Niecy, Maks, Ocho and Cheryl — splitting my vote (if I could figure out how to vote that is) — Kate (well, if you looked up “stiff” in the dictionary there would be a picture of Ms. Gosselin) — but Pamela Anderson channeling Dolly Parton sort of struck a nerve. You see, I once embarrassed myself on camera with an interpretation of the same song.
This is how to have fun in Nashville . . . if I had spent half as much time learning the lyrics as putting together my outfit (Little Steven + Flavor Flav + Dolly – check the Nudie-esque Butterfly Bolero) I would have made a better showing. But hey, me and Jessica Simpson, and a litany of others have fallen into the same trap.
“9 to 5″ has really, really complicated lyrics to learn, and is even harder to sing. . . hence, my extremely lame white girl attempt to rap. Notice how I try to compensate with a joke about coming from L.A. — Lower Antioch. Amanda, did you catch that?
So, try to find the Mary Lynn in this highlight of bad CMT “Karoake Dokey — Nine to Five” auditions. We suck, but we tried. It could have been worse . . . there was a green screen.
Oops, I guess you need the actual link. Should I? Oh, what the heck — http://www.cmt.com/videos/shows/karaoke-dokey/136734/karaoke-dokey-9-to-5.jhtml
OMG! I can’t believe this show lasted less than one season!
http://www.cmt.com/videos/shows/karaoke-dokey/136727/karaoke-dokey-i-will-always-love-you.jhtml?id=1553936
Love the look on Holly’s face! I see that a lot, at home
Sammy, our new(ish) rescue Great Pyrenees, is just too tall for his own good. Delicious bread items CALL to him from the kitchen counter, and he eats them with wild abandon. During the day, I stash them in the microwave–but, not when I am home to protect them… Last night I left him happily chewing a rawhide in the living room, only to come back into the house 5 minutes later to find him with a half-loaf of multi-grain already in his gullet. Damn dog! The trouble is, he is so darn CUTE that it makes me giggle, which makes his tail wag, then I smile, and he jumps up and puts his paws on my shoulders and rests his head on my chest, and yeah like I’m going to yell at him at that point. I actually had to physically remove the plastic bag and soggy bread from his mouth, yet all he got was a (totally fake) stern tap on the nose and a stifled, half-laughing “Sammy Sam! No bread!” Argh. I am a bad alpha.