Saturday, May 22, 2004

The Great Porch Roof Incident

Nigel: A funny thing happened last week. Mommy was sitting on the couch watching TV. Sola and I had just been walked. Daddy was at work. I came downstairs and started barking at Mommy. The thing is, I almost never bark. But I barked and barked and barked until Mommy told me to be quiet.

Author: Ms. Author was watching TV and Nigel was barking non-stop. She finally got him to quiet down, and the doorbell rang. She answered the door, and the young boy next door was standing on the porch holding Sola in his arms. She was perplexed. She had just brought the dogs inside...

Sola: I jumped on the guest room bed and figured out how to open the window a little more. Then I popped out the screen. Took me a little walk on the porch roof.

Author: The neighbor explained that he and a friend were looking out the window and saw Sola walking around on our front porch roof. They ran out to warn me and she jumped off of the roof to greet them, falling about 9 feet and landing on her feet in the front yard! She started running around and the neighbor grabbed her. She was completely unharmed, which our vet tells us make no sense whatsoever. She should have broken bones and/or suffered internal injuries.

Sola: I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I believe I am two inches shorter than I used to be.

Nigel: Moral of the story - listen to me when I bark. Oh, one more thing - Sola is a mouth-breather.

Friday, May 21, 2004

Dog Park, vol. I

Back at the dog park already! We ran with Nigel's cousin Ferrin. Greyhounds flying everywhere!

Nigel: I think someone slipped me coffee. I couldn't stop myself. I nicked my front leg with my back claw. Can't stop licking the spot. It's too tasty.....

Sola: I got the short end of the stick. I can't keep up with the runners. So instead every other dog in the park tried to hump me. Even this big fat Eskimo lesbian nut case. She almost flattened me. I wish they made accelerated growth dog food....

Rain will be with us for the next three days. The dogs are dead tired. We like that!

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Sola's gigantic noggin.