Buttercup’s First Visit To The Vet

I know I’m double posting tonight but oh well. I wanted to mark this down tonight. We took Sammy and Buttercup to the vet tonight. He needed his boosters and it was her first visit so they had to give her two shots, a squirt up the nose and shoved something down her throat. I love this picture of her! I’ve never gotten a shot of her yawning so this was really exciting. Plus she looks dang adorable .

 

I took her out while Sam was waiting inside and I guess he wigged out. He started shaking and whining. He calmed down immediately and was actually wagging his tail. He was wagging his tail at the vet. Normally he is not happy about that. 

She was not happy about being alone on the ground. If I was sitting then she needed to be up on the seat with me.

*later in the evening*

We went out for Thai with John again. We might be getting the house of our dreams so we were doing some pre-celebrating. John came over to leave the seats of his car so he could transport something (idk what). My mom and I started bickering and he asked and I quote “What are you guys an old married couple?” (see here for THAT article)

“No. I signed no agreement to this.” I said laughing.

“Uh… you signed the agreement when you picked me. You decided to come out of this- V, so you chose me.” We laughed for at least a full minute. The night only got better from there.

Follow Up: Buttercups Photo Shoot

I’m going to apologize straight off for slowing down your computers when you load this page. I really liked most of these pictures so I wanted to show some of them.

This is a really cute picture of Kira and one of the few where you can see her eyes.

I liked this one because Sam was yawning.

Just liked how the sun hit the lens, the lines ya know?

Here’s only a few of my plants. It was a sunny day so I wanted to get a “warm” picture.

Just wanted to show I could actually get things to bloom hahaha. Plus the purple is pretty.

She loves sleeping on my pillow.

 I’m so happy I could get a picture of these two playing.

She was just about to jump off.

She started barking at the neighbors. Her fur was even on end but you can’t see that here.

We had just given her a bath and so she was running around acting like a fool hahahah. She’s such a lady, covering herself up.

You can kind of see her fur all roughed up here.

Just rolling around again.

Kira loves to be brushed out.

Here’s a shot of her without her top fangs. You can kind of make out the tips of her new teeth coming in.

She laid down next to the ball right after I let go of her. It rolled right into her arms; so cute.

I thought it’s be symbolic to put her teeth by an hour glass. I love how they looked; like angels wings.

All pictures, except the last three, were taken by me. The last three were taken by my sister but all angles were chozen by me. Hope you enjoyed!

Caffeine and Buttercups

Let’s begin with my school day and then jump over to Buttercups lost teeth shall we? My history teacher, the one I hate, was craaaazzy today. He said he’d had too much caffeine. He was making fake shots (the basketball kind) and was showing some kid how he’d guard him during a game (again basketball.) Then he went over to tell this kid to get to work and was jokingly roughing him up. It was so bizarre! And then he told us he’d Jerk (the dance not the… other kind) at the end of the year. He was out of his mind today. It was really hilarious to watch. My friend thought he’d finally gotten laid lol (he does have a wife and kids so that was just a joke… well sort of)

Ok onto the dog part of this post. Buttercup is a little over 4 months old now so she’s starting to lose her baby teeth. She’s lost both of her top fangs so I wanted to take a picture of her mouth with the holes in it and a picture of her teeth.

I forced my sister to help me because I don’t know how to use her camera very well as it’s a fancy big one. I was directing her around like it was a huge photo shoot.

Then I wanted to get a picture of the fangs (which I found and kept) and so I staged another shoot for that.

Grrr! Well I can’t get the pictures onto my laptop or my computer. My sister’s thumb drive wouldn’t download onto my laptop at all and almost crashed my computer. I might be able to email myself some of the pictures but I have to wait until my sister will let me onto her computer as the only copies of the photos are on there.

If You Were Stranded On A Tropical Island

We’re reading Lord of the Flies in Language Arts and I love that book. We’re only on chapter two (the pace we’re going is maddening) but my teacher is giving us a project already. We were put into groups of three, all of us with our same gender, and guess who I was put with? Yes, the asshole. I’ve written about him before but I can’t find the post centered entirely on him. Anyway, normally I’m a take charge type of person except when I don’t want to be. So I let him take charge of our little group, trying to issue orders as if he’d know what to do in a plane crash. I was fine letting him take charge. I would be the little voice that told him what to do, receiving no credit but actually being the brains of things. He gave some very basic instructions, telling the other two of us what our job for the first three days would be (he made me the fruit gatherer, go figure.) We needed to come up with a list of things to do, i.e. what our plan would be. Since he and the other group member decided that searching out the marijuana on the island was the first order of business I decided that making my own list would be best. My list was professional and realistic, using all of the resources of the island to benefit us most in a short amount of time. I went up and presented our my list. I received some oo’s and aah’s from my teacher and then sat down. Once everyone had presented we received a handout which was a kind of grading rubric meant to show how we each participated in the group. Clearly my teacher had not seen that it was I who had done all the work and gave him the credit of being leader. Yes that was my goal except I was planning as if I had been on the actual island. So now he looks all smart and cool due to my good planning. *sigh* I suppose I did bring it on myself. I’m still irritated though because now we have to write a paper on the subject. What am I supposed to say? “Yes, I hadn’t want to struggle for control in a five minute, tiny assignment (as would have been the case) so I let him take control. Except it was my planning, my skill, my knowledge that completed this assignment. He would’ve been lost when it came to organizing things and storing food.” No. I can’t say that in a big essay. It would reveal too much about my nature. I over-think things, strategizing practically everything. But I don’t want people close to me knowing that. I’d just like to be able to point things out and seem extremely intelligent. Hahahaha that’s not too much to ask is it?

My Mother And I Are Married

You know that saying that guys tend to marry their mothers? Yea well that seems to be the case with me. Not that I’ve married anyone nor am I in any type of relation with my mother other than being her son. Just wanted to clear that up. The title was a pun, take a joke. So anywho; Kira was barking at the cats because she likes to chase them and my mom told her to stop, which she didn’t, so my mother turns to me and say’s “please.” One sharp “Kira!” from me and no more barking. It made me think of those families where the kids don’t listen to the mom and so she has to ask the dad to step in to get them under control. Made me laugh on the inside. But there are other instances where we sound like an old married couple. And I somehow manage to hold conversations with all of my friends that way. For whatever reason when I carry conversations with people, people not in the conversation say that we sound like an old married couple. Except I’m that good of friends with anyone, that’s just how I am. I think it’s because I want to be the old grandfather type that no one really knows anything about and everyone finds odd but then suddenly some random kid discovers I’m actually pretty neat and makes me part of the community again. Hahahaha don’t ask me why that is I just know that I would enjoy it if that was the case with me… yea… I’m weird…. I think I already kind of am like that though. I know a bunch of stuff about things that nobody cares about, I can tend a garden without any trouble (as all grandfather types like that tend to be able to do.) I can be patient when I want to be and know things about people even though they haven’t told me. Somehow, I think I’ll get my dream of being that old guy down the street.

Joking around stuff now:

We got these toys for my dogs and they’re kind of stringy, in that when they are torn apart there are a bunch of thick strings lying around. Well occasionally, if the dogs are playing with one of those toys, the strings will be eaten accidently. Sam ate a few and they didn’t quite make it all the way out the other end. When I came home today I found my mom standing outside with Sam. “Sam needs a tissue.” She said as I walked inside. “Sam?” I asked looking at his nose, “Yea for his other end.” Hahahahaha; I grinned, said ok and walked inside. I quickly let the other two dogs out and then went and grabbed a tissue. I came back outside, gave my mom a tissue and stood to watch the dogs run around. “Buttercups a little poopy too. It’s kind of stuck in her fur.” Not even five minutes being home and already I’m being asked to cut poop out of fur. So my mom finishes wiping Sam’s butt (hahahaha) and then we bring all the dogs in so that we don’t have to chase Buttercup around the yard. First we cut the hair by her eyes because she’s a westie and they have little wisps of fur that sticks into their eyes if left untrimmed. See here for a photo; the little white line in her eye is the fur that I’m talking about. So anyways after we cut the hair on her face we had to cut the hair on her cheeks and after that we needed to wash our hands. Know what my mom said after that? “Welcome home sweetie!”

Funny Day – Breast Cancer

There wasn’t much of note today. Just A LOT of homework (which I still haven’t started by the way) but there was something in 6^th that was rather humorous. You might not know but I’m in journalism this year (I can’t write an article worth anything) and several of my friends are also in it. One of my friends is writing a paper about Breast Cancer month and wanted to put in some of the slogans that people use, for example: save the ta ta’s. She and I went down to the display to see what people had written; there was one which had two poke’balls close together and it said “gotta save ‘em all!” Another one said “save the boobies” with the o’s being the Breast Cancer ribbon. After laughing about what people had written I suggested that she should put in “so be a bra and support the boobs” at the end of her article. Get it? Bra as in surfer dude but also bra as in the clothing item? Anyway we laughed hysterically for the next several minutes and she is, in fact, including that in her article. That was how I ended my school day so right after we finished laughing the bell rang and we rushed our separate ways to get the buses. It was dumping rain on the short walk from my stop to my house. I got inside and was met with a big ol’ slobbery lick from Sam, who has recently discovered that I enjoy puppy kisses and so has begun licking me also hahaha. Kira brought me a toy immediately because she only cares about you when you’re throwing a toy. Buttercup couldn’t tell what was happening because she was in the other room so when I finally said “Hello!” I could hear her hop down from the couch, making a loud thud, and then come tearing down the house in search of me (you can “awwwww” now.) Then I was tackled and thrown to the ground by a puppy slightly larger than a football. Suddenly on dog tongue became three and I was struggling to breathe as they all attacked my face. Don’t I get the warmest welcomes when I come home?

Stupid People And The Dogs

My sister had some of her friends sleep over from the late birthday party. One of her friends, T, says he’s gay but my mother and I are very sure he’s not. He sounds straight, he acts straight, and he hangs onto my sister and her friends a little too much if you know what I mean. He has a friend whose bi, and that friend seems to want ever person in the world to be bi. T’s friend was on the phone and wanted to know if the other boy at this party knew that T was gay. T said it about 5 times “yea G knows I’m gay.” He said it so much it was like he was trying to prove to himself that he is gay. Thankfully her friends left about an hour later and I got to enjoy a cozy/sleepy day. The Matrix movies were on all day so I watched them and watched my dogs playing like a bunch of buffoons.

She looks like a little dragon doesn’t she? I love it when she “grins” at Sam. She’s so little that you can’t take her seriously when she’s trying to be vicious.

Sam was rolling around on the floor biting at Buttercup and she was biting back just as much. Aren’t they cute!

I love this one. Her little paw all up. She looks so adorable! Oh I have another story to tell you about my sisters friends, let me just get through this next photo and then I’ll begin my ranting.

Ok you can’t see Sam very well but he’ flipped over belly up, playing tug-o-war with Buttercup. It’s fun to watch them because she’s this little 10 pound dog and he’s like 90. He plays with her gently though which is really cute to watch.

 

Ok rant time. We have a laser that Buttercup and the cats love to chase around. Well G had gotten a hold of it and was trying to get Buttercup to play but she wasn’t really inot it. So he started point it at me (and I really don’t like any of my sisters friends so that wasn’t really a smart move on his part) so I told him no to point it at me. Then he pointed it at my sisters face so I said “don’t point that at peoples faces, that kind blind people” so he stopped. THEN he pointed it at my little Buttercup’s face to which I said not so nicely “Don’t point that at my dog’s face. That could blind her. If you blind my dog I will kill you (I wasn’t really serious about KILLING him but I certainly would’ve kicked his ass).” G responds “Oh you’re going to be mad if I blind your dog?” He said it in a joking way, clearly not understanding that I would kick his freakin ass if he messed up my baby. “Yea I’ll be pissed!” He stopped after that and then a few minutes later he pointed it right on Sam’s nose. It’s lucky I didn’t jump him then and there. Instead I said “Alright, you’re done. You’ve lost that privilege. Give me it.” He seemed a little take aback by that but I don’t really care. Don’t fuck with my dogs kid, I’ll fuck your shit up without a second thought.