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Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday furballs

Today, mostly to get the post below down a bit (also possibly to not tell you about the food poisoning I have; trust me you'll thank me), I've decided to tell you about the un-talked about member of my household. Namely, our dog. Oh hi, we have a dog. Did you know that? Possibly she's been mentioned, I'm not really sure. She's a good dog (mostly) but I'm just not one of those people who talks about her animals. Because frankly, she's a dog, not a person and I'm just not one of those people.

You know, this isn't starting off so well. Let me start over... This is Liltih our pup. She also goes by puppsie, pup-head, Lil, Stinky and knock it off. It just depends on the day.

She's a purebred Australian Shepard, which is the nice wording for, Issa should have gotten a mutt. No, she's a great dog; truly she is. But Aussies are puppies until they are like five years old. Lucky for us, she made it to five. She is five and half now. She was a gift to us, for helping a friend put together their wedding. They had a litter of pups and we choose the most mellow one. She just didn't stay mellow for more than a week. She still jumps on people when they first come in and barks at falling leaves, but besides that she's a pretty trained dog. We always laugh when people say she's our attack dog. The bark might make people think that, but mostly an intruder would see her butt and cropped tail moving a mile a minute and she'd just lick them to death.

Lil is a Frisbee pup. Logan started teaching her to catch one, about the same week we got her, when she was an eight week old fluff-ball. I should scan in a picture of her back then, but I'd have to find one and scan it. Two things that are not going to happen today. The only reason I'm even posting, is because of the lovely invention of wi-fi, meaning, I can lay in my bed and contemplate my demise by stomach bug, while still being entertained by all of you lovely people. He loved the dogs in Santa Monica, who could jump in the air and catch the frisbee, so he trained her to do it. She's a pretty great frisbee dog actually. But she spends most of her days (when not licking my freaking floor or trying to clean the baby) either laying on a giant pillow in the living room or walking around with the Frisbee in her mouth, just hoping someone will take pitty on her and throw the dam thing.

So there you have it, one dog for sale. Free even, to semi-good home. Kidding, just kidding. We love her, she's our pup-head and she's a keeper.

PS. It's snowing!!


Jaden Paige said...

Aww what a cute little pup she is :)

SUEB0B said...

That's a good girl!

Maura said...

Australian Shepards are certainly high-energy creatures! She's a sweet-looking girl, though. I miss having a dog. When you're feeling better, throw the frisbee for me once, okay? :-)

Feel better soon!

Mrs. Really Long Name said...

Jealous of the snow.

Beautiful pup. Aussie Shepherds are super high energy - it's in their blood. Love the pics of the frisbee. That's great that she has something. My dog...well, she just has issues. :)

debra said...

Hope you're feeling better soon! And cute pup!

Kim @ said...

Get well, lady. Thought of you today. Cute puppy!!

Anonymous said...

You can send her to me! I LOVE Aussie dogs! She's adorable, and already 5 and housebroken :-) What more could I ask for in a dog?

Seriously, when we get a dog it'll either be an Australian Shepard or a Labrador Retriever. Does she herd your kids??

Delusional Girl Ruby Soho said...

I hope you're feeling better soon!

And I'm so not jealous of the snow.

I'm think a sheltie for my Chunk. They're smaller and pretty and would possibly play ball with him. Your pup is adorable!