Roaring Corgi

Only a few more days of this...

Putting a tee shirt on a corgi is like trying to dress a screaming, squirming toddler. Without the screaming.

Change is Good

I have embraced the fact that my blog design was "hideous" according to Joe. And Joe? He's the authority on web. I think his official title might be Web God. It's on his business cards.

He thought the blue designs were ugly. In my defense, on Typepad there is a menu of styles you can choose from and apparently there is a drop-down menu where you can choose different looks (der). And apparently I was in the category called "hideous." Apparently. Apparently.

SO IT'S BETTER NOW JOE. Get off my back. I think it's phone compatible now too. w00t.

Skunk Guts?

First let's start with this little story:

I was at my brother's house this weekend, dropping off his beautiful wife from our girl date, and we casually asked him if he knew how to get rid of a skunk.

Bro: Wanna borrow my 22?     <--that is a GUN websters.
Me: Um, I don't think I can SHOOT A GUN in a suburb. (I didn't even mention how I don't like to kill animals)
Bro: It's really quiet. That's why I offered my 22 and not a different one.
Me: I think you're missing the point.

Flash forward:

So as I was walking up the path to our front door on Friday evening I ran into this (thankfully mostly on my neighbors side - so I could avoid it). Check out that picture. It is what was left of some furry critter. A few feet farther down there was a display of chewed fur pieces... like the critter exploded. Have you ever seen that commercial for that vacuum? The one where that big black dog walks in and shakes himself and explodes into a bazillion little black dogs? I think it's for Hoover.

Whatever was eaten, was eaten fairly completely because there weren't any bones or heads in sight. So I am left to guess at what it might be... My first thought was, "oh no! the skunk was killed!" Then I realized the fur looked nothing like a skunk and decided it was probably one of the 14,674 bunnies living near us. So then I was afraid the skunk Killed the bunny. Do skunks do that? Do we have a ravaging, man-eating skunk on our hands?

Greenness...

Happy Belated Earth Day World!

<HUGS PLANET!>

i <3 you.

Back to the Dogs...

Whew! Sorry for that digression into politics and the varying pluses and minuses of child rearing. Back to the dogs my friends and fellow readers!

I love YouTube. It is an incredible way to procrastinate and have, more than once, found myself going to the site merely to watch one video someone passed to me and I find myself, 50 videos later, deep into the featured videos list. Is there no end to videos of people's dogs?! I LOVE IT!

So someone left a comment for me on one of Roxy's videos and so I had to check out her corgi. I saw this video of her corgi and about died laughing. That dog is like I WILL CARRY THIS STICK even thought it's 3.5 times its own size.

That's the (maddening) lovely thing about corgis - their inability to be bested by anything; their willingness to take on a challenge; their bullheadedness about many many many things. Like sticks. That are too big. Roxy would be all, "that's MY stick! GIMME!"

Cruise 2007

For the fam that hasnt seen this. Here it is.

Cruise 2007 from breanne boyle on Vimeo.

Sun Hater

I hate the sun. Being from Southern California, that qualifies me as two things. A blasphemer and screwed. My friends and family don't get it. It's difficult to quantify really. It's kind of like my banana issues. Let me 'splain. I like the sun if it's chilly outside and the sun just warms your back. I like it if I'm supposed to have it in a situation. Like the beach. Or a picnic. I don't like it if it will make me uncomfortable in any way.

My husband likes to make fun of me by pointing out that I only have an acceptable temperature range of about 4 degrees. He's not really inaccurate. So the bananas? I only like to eat bananas during this very specific window of time. They need to be pretty much all yellow with no brown spots or marks on them. If they start getting little spots, it's past time for me. So again, it's a time frame with factors that are indiscernible by anyone else but me.