Big Sister

We adopted a 1.5 year old Bloodhound last weekend. I am guessing she is the same age as HoneyBelle from the still growing teeth. I named her Juno which means "goddess" and "protector of women." Juno has had a rough start, a litter of pups before she herself is full grown, being tossed from a vehicle and abandoned, left to starve until a good woman takes her off the street and straight to the vet. She gets Juno well enough to find her a home. Which is ours. That is HoneyBelle's red, round butt to the left of the photo. She still has her devil costume on. This was Juno's first event so we did not overwhelm her too much by trussing her up in a costume. We took her to PetFest which is an event that supports our dog rescues. Juno received so many kisses, I hope she enjoyed herself. She is loved and has a home now. She and HoneyBelle have became fast friends. They both bay in unison when the train goes past, it is music to my ears.

The Screen Door Compromised

This was the last thing I saw shoot out the front screen door. Now any other time she is shuffling, fumbling or otherwise staggering INTO the house. Now all of a sudden she because fleet of foot and decides to fly. I had to fling my sausage gravy off the oven burner and run like hell after her. Luckily I was dressed. I caught up with her in the neighbors front yard one block away and throw myself across the top of her like a quarterback getting his ass smashed in an NFL game. I wish I had time to illustrate the rest of this show. At this point she goes flat and looses all function of being able to walk. At 70 pounds I can no longer pick her big ass up. I stand her up like a giant sausage and wrap my arms under her arm pits and try to get her to walk on her back legs. Before it was all done it was me picking up a tree branch that motivated her into walking again. Big naughty girl. That is how we started our day.

Maybe I should add I only used the tree branch like a shepherds hook to guide her back with, she was not beaten with it...

HoneyBelle: Oh Nooo! She really beats me!

Sally Sleeping Beauty Contest

We missed it. Yes, I was wasting my time working at my paying job that keeps our lights on and dog food flowing. So HoneyBelle voted for Fred the Bloodhound in Austin, TX. http://www.houndgirl.com/

I wanted to share her Dali muse pose. Martha and Bailey affectionately called her "rubenesque." Hope I spelled that right. We are rooting for you Fred! Go Go Go!

Cannibal Baby Heads

I have a sick sense of humor. And so does HoneyBelle with the naughty pranks she pulls on me. I thought it would be genius to put a bunch of cheap baby doll heads on some rebar stakes in the bamboo garden to have as a conversation piece. Well, the first conversation was my sister threatening to have me committed. Then HoneyBelle made her contribution. I thought "what is that white stuff wafting through the yard??" Lord if it wasn't polyester baby doll guts. EVERYWHERE. She pulled open the trash bag and scored big points. I even had to chase her down and pull stuffing out of her mouth. So I did what a good keeper does, get the rake and start raking. I hesitated posting this because we just went through August and grass does not survive Gulf Coast Texas heat. So yes my yard is dirt where it is not landscaped. Augh.

HoneyBelle: I thought it was pretty cool to make some snow in Texas...

Reliant Energy Dog Show part II

Okay, press agent fell out for a while. Here are a few photos of the very long weekend. HoneyBelle did a combo of representing both Basset Buddie Rescues and Greater Houston Basset Club. It kind of went like this:

HoneyBelle: Something is up, I am trussed up like a holiday ham with a cupcake confection wrapped around my neck.

Mother/press agent: You have the size and coloring of a large ham.

HoneyBelle: You will pay for this infraction...


HoneyBelle: I am positive I did not sign up for this. Is this hay on my tongue?

Mother/press agent: Well you are the size of a cow. Hurry up, we have to get over to Meet the Breed so you can show everyone what a gorgeous example of bassetitude you are. Here, change your outfit again.

HoneyBelle: Can we take her home?

Mother/press agent: No way in hell.

Mother/press agent: Look HoneyBelle-it is Tiny The Show Basset! And why won't you get on the floor with the other dogs?

HoneyBelle: You can't be serious. I am NOT a dog. Or is it DAWG today. hehe.

HoneyBelle: I cannot feel my legs anymore. And where is my couch. Whose idea was it to install large chunks of shredded grass to get comfortable on?

Mother/press agent: You have legs? Sorry, I could not resist. I will take it up with the committee on your behalf. Next year I will be sure to have your loveseat dollied in.

Mother/press agent: aawwwww. My baby is plumb wore out. It has been a full day of petting. Lets get you on your loveseat. She did so well in such a large event with people/kids everywhere.


Nite Nite HoneyBelle. We love you!

HoneyBelle: I know where she put 3 new skeins of yarn for her project...

Kilroy

I came around the corner and saw her watching me like this. I just LOVE her big moon pie feet. The pooling jowl is a nice look for her also. I took her photo and then gave her a big smooch.

The September Issue

Yes, our big tub of love made The September Issue of The Bark. I actually submitted this photo one year ago so they have a lot of catching up to do. And I could not resist punning off of Vogue magazine, and the hysterics they go through for the issue this month.

Sorry about the posts slowing again. I get nerve block pain shots this Tuesday so I hope to get some part of my energy back when they take effect. HoneyBelle still savages my yarn basket, pulls fabric down in my art studio, demands to be kissed, takes up my entire couch for her beauty rest, and sasses me with abandon. I love her.