Almost Had A New Sister

Our canine family almost became three. Almost.

Auggie and I traveled somewhere 2 hours away to meet the little pup in that picture with us. That pup's name is Rosie, and the Moms were thinking about adopting her. They weren't sure, though. Were they ready for another dog? Would AG tolerate another canine sibling (you know, he can be very picky when it comes to dogs)? Then, they saw her. And we did, too.

Even Auggie liked her, as I think you can tell.

The Moms couldn't make up their minds, so the nice lady fostering this pup told them they could have the weekend to decide. The Moms talked about it all the way home - should they, or shouldn't they? If they add a human to their family in the next couple of years, would three dogs be too many? (I don't know what this adding a human thing is all about - we'll see). Could they take adequate care of such a very small puppy with their busy work schedules right now? Would the cats feel neglected or unhappy when they were outnumbered by dogs?

In the end, their minds were made up for them. The next day they received an email and a call from the foster lady, saying that a longtime client of hers, who has two little dogs of her own and who brings her dogs to the foster lady's business for doggie daycare, wanted the pup. And the foster lady thought the best decision, 'cause she wanted to still be able to see the pup, would be for the pup to go with the longtime client. But she still said the Moms could have her if they decided "yes."

Well, the Moms were kind of upset. They got the feeling that they needed to say "no" because it seemed the foster lady wanted it that way. And they were still "on the fence" (whatever that means!) about whether they thought "yes" was the right answer.

The Moms ended up saying, well, we are sad. But, maybe this is how things are supposed to be. They deferred to the longtime client and her two dogs. No new pup for us.


We'll miss not getting to know you, pup! We hope you have a good, happy life in a forever home.

Spring With Winter Toys

This is so embarrassing. Sometimes, the Mommies like to amuse themselves by styling my fur and taking photos. This is "The Dinosaur" look. I think they need a hobby. Other than making me look ridiculous.

I like it better when there are toys for my brother Auggie and me to play with. Yesterday, Glasses Mommy brought us home some presents from our poodle friends, Blue and Max. They are late Christmas-and-Hannukah presents, and we were very happy to receive them.

Specifically, we received a squeaky toy snowflake which is bundled up for cold weather. Even though is was in the 60s with sunshine outside today, Auggie preferred this cold-weather friend for his shaking and pulling and chewing and squeaking pleasure.

I personally think that Auggie is a little weird sometimes. But he really likes to hold the snowflake in his mouth and shake shake shake shake shake it. I wonder if this messes with his head at all. Hee hee. I guess I shouldn't make fun of my brother.

As for me, I prefer to play with the piece of double-bubble bubblegum. Now, if only I could figure out how to unwrap this thing...

Shout Out to Our Friend!

No, this isn't Auggie. This is our friend, Kosta, who just had a surgery similar to that which I, Violet, had last summer. Now, I have first-paw experience about how hard this can be on the canine and the Mama(s) alike, so Auggie and I, and our feline friends as well as our Mamas, give a big SHOUT OUT to little Kosta, her brother Dundee, and her Mama. We know they're all having a hard time, but Kosta's a big personality in a tiny package, and she'll be feeling better soon! We just know it!

Hello, Sunshine!

It's been too gloomy and rainy here in Seattle for any of us to blog. But, today, we had a reprieve~it was sunny and warmish outside, so the Moms took us canine types to the dog park!

Auggie surprised everyone by being very social - waggy tail, sniffy nose...he even ran around with a couple of smaller dogs here and there. After a l-o-n-g walk at the dogpark, the Moms went to get that stuff called Starbucks, which refreshed them mightily. Then, Curly Mom wanted to go someplace called the "Apple Store," but I don't think they sell apples there. Glasses Mom and the two of us waited outside the store, in the sun.