DUCK! LaRoo slithers under the fence, leaps the black inky squishy slough and is off like a rocket through the blueberry farm. The ducks take wing, LaRoo, still in white, trots back to us, smiling, shaking off her defeat. Now spent, she hasn’t the verve to hurdle the slough, so we watch, (no, no!) as she carefully slithers into the deep tarry ravine. I stand open mouthed, my OCD boiling like bile to my brain as dear calm Joe climbs the 5 foot fence to pull her out. Here she is, looking like a black & white cookie.
March 9, 2010
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July 14, 2009
Breakfast of chompians
Breakfast half made for me, poodles ready to go. GoGo’s supplements on dish, with treats. Every morning I rinse my poodles eyes with eyewash and brush their teeth with doggy toothpaste. The kitties dine on their perch in Joe’s office.
My breakfast looking meager here – oatmeal to come, but just had to photograph this delicious time of day! That’s ground chicken with beef and tripe for Andy and LaRoo. With a dash of Norwegian kelp. GoGo, picky, old, gets to eat canned and soft-venison kibble in the morning. With powdered liver treats. Anything to get her to eat. She has cah. Whatever GoGo wants GoGo gets. Yes, I did select and highlight her there in the photo. Otherwise she’d just be a pair of red eyes. Like me, before that cup of coffee.
Yummy
Andy, LaRoo, and GoGo off to the right. GoGo doesn't like to eat, so she doesn't hang out on her kitchen pillow like the other poos
July 2, 2009
Sitting pretty
I found these on my camera. Pictures of pictures from Maltby Elementary.
Lili Bolero LaRoo approves. Have you ever heard the Frank Sinatra song I named her after? Can just see the nightclub, the croons, the winks and swoons.
I think this is a drawing of Bootsy
March 4, 2009
This must be my gold watch…
… a very nice features story by Cecelia Goodnow in Thursday’s P-I: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/books/402294_wendy05.html
“Andy’s dark eyes are alluring, and his toussled gray curls emit pure animal magnetism. It’s tempting to reach out and give the guy a pat on his fluffy head. Then you remember Wendy Wahman’s playful admonition in “Don’t Lick the Dog: Making Friends With Dogs.” “Whap! Whap! Whap! Dogs hate that! Stand still and let dogs come to you to smell your hand or sniff your shoe.” Point taken.”
February 4, 2009
Introducing the Wah-Wah’s
I’ll start by introducing my family. Our standard poodles: GoGo, 13-1/2, me with LaRoo (5 months old in this picture), now 2 years, Andy, 7, and my husband, the amazing writer, Joe, old enough to be my husband.
Photo by Karen Ducey
We have 2 old kitties, Minus Monk, who traveled the U.S. with Joe and me and our first poodle, MoMo, to whom I dedicated “Don’t Lick the Dog.” We traveled in a 1957 Airstream trailer named Stella,who we still have, pulled by a repo Suburban named, Ralph. Ralph was towed away about a year ago, much to our neighbor’s relief. Our black and white kitty is Pony Marie. We got Pony when GoGo was a puppy. She and GoGo played and played. Six years later we got Andy. GoGo gave Pony to Andy as a baby gift… they played and played. Six years later we got LaRoo. Andy gave Pony to LaRoo, now they play and play. LaRoo also grooms Pony, licking her ears and face. LaRoo would like everyone to be clean, actually.
