Showing posts with label Blaise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blaise. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I'm dying!

He looks like I snapped a picture while he was walking, but I didn't. He's standing there like that with his paw in the air and that sad look on his face.

To hear him tell it, he's had a terrible injury. He's been limping all over the house.

He came home from his walk and within two minutes the kitchen floor was covered in blood spots. We quickly discovered that his paw was cut. It turned out to be a bad cut, but not bad enough for the vet. It's like when you cut yourself with a knife while cooking, don't need a doctor, but are inconvenienced for three days holding your hand still while the cut gets a head start on its healing.

Only he's being dramatic. He went from unaware he was cut to limping around the house. It's been a few days, so now he goes bandage free in the house but bandaged up for walks. It's the bandage that makes him limp. It's hysterical.

We comfort him as best we can.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Blaise


When Mark is at work, Blaise likes to sit on his side of the bed. I used to think Blaise's ass landed on Mark's pillow accidentally, but eventually, I realized it was his favorite position. I used to tell Mark this, but I don't think he believed me. He just thought that I thought it was funny to say, "Brush off your pillow honey. Blaise slept with his ass on it, and he does it too much for me to bother changing your pillow case."

I've often noticed that when I'm serious, people think I'm funny, while my jokes go unnoticed.

Anyway, here's documentation. The dog loves Mark and wants to share his life with him, in his own special way.