On Christmas Eve, Salado Santa brings your family dog its presents, such as booties to sniff, bones to chew, dead birds to snack on, hats to wear, poop to sniff, bushes to pee on, and barf and branches to eat.
Love,
Marcel and Zack and Salado too.
Rock! was neutered yesterday and was messing with his stitches so we had to get him this collar. He just doesn't know what to make of it...Its both sad and cute at the same time- his little groggy head looking up at you as if to say "why me?". Awww...
It seems 
as though Rock has unfortunately taken on some of the qualities of his name...And though he isn't the brightest pup around, he sure is cute...
Keelee is Brandi and Taylor's sensitive and strange Jack Russell Terrier. She's seen every episode of The L Word at least five times, and she dreams of killing rabbits. If you say the word 'rabbit' near hear she explodes in a tirade of dog profanity.
Keelee also gets to eat raw turkey necks:
Her jaw distended like a snake's and she sucked this neck back whole.
Keelee is raw muscle. I ran three miles with her once and I just stopped running after the second mile. She dragged me the rest of the way. I'm a little scared of Keelee.
Man, it is a ton of fun having 2 dogs. Salado seems so much happier (no that he was unhappy before, of course). He even appears to know that he needs to set a "good example" for the puppy and his example appears to be working- Rock! is primarily doing his business outside instead of on the "wee wee pads". He is not housebroken yet- but seems to be moving closer to it every day. Salado and Rock! wrestle together and fight over the chew toys all day (just like siblings), then quietly curl up together on dog bed at night. Pretty darn cute.
I have realized something; while Rock!'s long fuzzy fur makes him incredibly adorable and huggable, it also attracts mucho outside junk. Leaves, sticks, pieces of mulch from the flower bed that never had a chance, cling to him as soon as he steps outside. Half of the junk drops onto the carpet when he comes back inside, the other half stays on the dog. Yesterday while waiting to see the vet, a nice man came up to Rock! to pet him. He pet him for a moment and then made a point to pick 3 or four pieces debris out of his fur. I felt like a neglectful dog parent! I swear I had already removed a handful of twigs and pieces of bark on the way to the vets office...
Other than having a carpet that looks like the floor of a barn, having Rock! around is actually making life easier- Salado is entertained and happy and even seems more mature. Who knew!
Jennifer
Per my my mothers insistence, I mean request....more Rock! pictures!
Jennifer
We found a great house today- we will see how it turns out. Don't want to say too much, I'm superstitious like that.
And.... We also found this guy. This is Rock! our new second puppy, Salado's new best friend. Like Salado, Rock! is a rescue dog; he and his brother were rescued before being euthanized. I could only take one, and I hope that his brother was adopted as well. He was getting plenty of attention this morning when I picked up Rock! so I think he probably found a home today too.
His breed is listed as "Chow Mix", they think he is Chow and Collie. He had bath, wrestled a bit with Salado (he can hold his own, the feisty bugger) and now is asleep under my feet.
This has been a crazier day than I expected...
Jennifer
In an attempt to satisfy our baseboard-gnawing puppy we ordered a big 'ol bag of "natural treats" for him to gnaw on. If he has a chewie, he is all good. If he is not destroying a legal chewie he will find an illegal chewie around the house- his leash, my shoes (3 pairs), Zack's hat, a blanket, the welcome mat, toilet paper....OK I'll stop- but there is more... So we ordered him a bag of natural treats, which from this point forward called "bag of nastiness". The nasty bag arrived this evening- a stinky mix of pig snooters, pig ears, hooves, and some sort of stinky grizzly bone bits. Actually it all really stinks.
Feast your eyes on the selection- aren't those pig snooters creepy? I picked one up and then threw it down in horror when we first opened the bag.
But then I got used to the dehydrated pig noses...
It has taken a bit, but looks like Salado and Marcel are becoming good friends. Marcel calls Salado his "brother that doesn't talk".
It would appear that Marcel wears that Syracuse shirt all the damn time, but really just on the days that I take pictures of him, apparently...
Jennifer
