For the next two weeks, the main floor of my home is divided into three sectors. Daisy occupies Sector One, which is comprised of the bedrooms and bathroom. Moose reigns supreme in Sector Two, the living room and dining room. And Chloe has possession of Sector Three, the kitchen sector, which includes the doggy door. (Although she's not allowed to use it at the moment, so that's not as much of a bonus as it could be.)
Now. I promised I would be happier today, and I am. Just so, so tired. Consequently, instead of writing, I'm taking pictures. Which are apparently worth a thousand words. So, hey. I'm bustin' my ass here.
WARNING: IF YOU GET AN OOGY STOMACH, THESE PICS MAY NOT BE FOR YOU.
Phantom of the Opera Daisy.
Moose. AC got me this crazy lens, and look! Only his ear-hair is in focus!
And sad-sack Chloe. That white thing on her cheek is a drain. Sticking out of her skin. Feel free to vomit.
It's a good thing I love them.
Damn dogs. I'm glad everyone's (relatively) OK.
Posted by: val | 09/24/2009 at 06:46 AM
Oh!! Poor puppies!!
Posted by: Rebecca Littlest | 09/24/2009 at 08:05 AM
Aww! Poor babies! :( Is this the first fight they had?
Posted by: Kate | 09/24/2009 at 11:45 AM
You will be a great mom.
Posted by: a | 09/24/2009 at 08:17 PM
Oh sweetie that's awful. I'm just glad you weren't in the middle of it too. The only two injuries I've had in the past 40 years were the two with dogs in the last three years, and Zina got hurt in those too. And then there's my Moose knee from this year ...
Call me when you get a chance - we need to catch up, and I'll be out there for a week in early December, bringing my mother to visit the brother et al in Orange Co. Kisses to sweet pooches, but with seriously raised eyebrow as well.
love.
SUSAN.
Posted by: Susan Clizbe | 09/26/2009 at 04:13 PM
I have been reading your blog for a few months now. During that time I have been amused by strange similarities in our lives. We're both 38 and single. We both love our dogs as family. We both have/had interesting Hollywoodish careers. We both have/had to suffer solo through ultimate wine country weddings. Yep, except for the whole wanting a baby thing, we have a lot in common. (As differences go I know that's a big one since it is the theme of your blog. Apart from that, though, I can mostly relate to you, so I continue reading.) And then today I read of your dog plight and I have an eerie feeling the Tivo of Life has taken itself off pause and you are living my life on tape-delay. Mine has been a dog house divided for 4 YEARS. You see, I have the sweetest 200 pound dog. Everyone who meets him loves him. Everyone except his 80 and 65 pound brothers. As I am unable, in my singleness, to disentangle 345 pounds o' dog when they decide to brawl, my dogs remain separated. Permanently. Having lived with this segregation so long, I am strangely acclimated to constant dog shuffling. Only when I have new visitors am I keenly aware of how odd my home life has become. People marvel at one dog knocking on the door when it's his turn to come in followed by the other 2 hastily retreating when they hear the command "Bedroom." (The really impressive part is often overlooked; the dogs have two choices and 9 times out of 10 they choose the correct bedroom.) You don't know me and I'm sure you get more than your fair share of unsolicited advice. But if you are even the slightest bit open to learning from the errors of strangers, heed this: do everything you can to get your dogs to get along as soon as is safely possible. Trust me.
Posted by: Kari Z | 09/29/2009 at 07:58 PM