We give Lizzie her breakfast and water in the morning. Every morning. It is part of our routine. I wake up, go downstairs, let her out of her crate, take her out. Then we do a food/drink dance. After she eats and drinks, if I'm going downtown to the office, I shuffle her back into her crate for the morning. Actually, she runs into the crate herself. Then, a couple of hours later when Nat and the kids are up and around, they let her out and she has run of the house. She's different than Maisy when it comes to food/drink. Maisy only ate and drank when you were in the room with her. We kept her food and water bowls in my office - where she lived. I'd fill them up every day, but some days it seemed like she would barely eat. And only eat when we were sitting in the office together. Lizzie on the other hand devours everything you put down. On the spot. That includes water that she guzzles. So, we don't leave a ton of water out for her. She gets it at cert
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Get this topiary frame from TopiaryTree.net . This is their product photo , not my photo. On the way up to Twin Lakes Wisconsin, we used to drive by this garden center on Route 12 named Atrium Garden Center. They had a beautiful nursery that seemed stocked with tons of trees, plants, shrubs and more. We stopped a few times, but every time we drove by, I always admired one thing: the topiaries that they displayed close to the road. They had critters and shapes of all sizes. Dolphins. Guys with fishing poles. Even a Mickey Mouse head. You can see a bunch of their topiaries in some of these user-submitted photos on Google Maps . Here are a few screenshots from people that have submitted them there. (Note...these are not my photos and can be found in their original form here .) On one of our trips there, I looked more closely at the topiaries to try to figure out what they were made up of in terms of plantings. They had large, square-ish wooden 'pots'. They we
Last time we checked in on Lizzie was when she was wearing her third Elizabethan Collar after dealing with her rear end issue. With the Holiday season in full swing, she's on her way to getting her 'Christmas Cut', so I thought I'd post this photo of her right before we shipped her off to the groomers. She's wearing her winter coat. And she's all dirty from chasing squirrels around the yard and up trees. She hasn't caught one just yet, but she gets close. I do wonder if the squirrels are playing her. With the slow walk, staying just out of reach? She'll come back from the groomer with a shorter coat (and one of those silly bandanas) and be all clean. Probably a little bit cold for a while while it grows in, right? But, come January, she'll have some of her fur grown back and ready to take on the winter. Let's call this 2.25 years old .
Poor little Lizzie. She's not even three years old. But she's on her third Elizabethan Collar . Or Cone of Shame as we call it in our house. She spent some time coop'd up in her crate as she recovered, but that didn't stop her from giving me *these* eyes just begging to let her out. The good news is that she is well on her way to being her old self and the convalescence worked just fine. The last time I posted about her was all the way back in the Fall of 2017 , so despite this being not the best situation, she deserved a mention here on the blog.
It was back in May that we lost our dear girl Maisy just shy of her 11th birthday. I still miss her dearly. And we kinda tried to fill the void by bringing home a goldfish from RibFest . BTW...that fish is still alive and well! And the whole burden of cleaning the bowl has been pretty easy thus far. Installed a filter, change out like 1/4 to 1/3rd of the water about once every ten days and the thing stays clean. Anyway...back to dogs. Our dear Maisy was a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. And she was.the.best.dog.ever. First dogs often are, aren't they? I've talked with a few people and they all say the same thing: that first dog that couples often get BEFORE they have kids has a special relationship and bond with the family. They're just different. Sure, second dogs are great and they're also special. But just about everybody that I've talked to has said the same thing: it just isn't the same. And with Maisy being pretty awesome? I'm gue