weegee eyes the snacks

another day hardly working.

..

the staredown continues

weegee mad

ball's-eye view

anke=alpha

imagine this scene w/a lot of high pitched barking.

yesterday was a dream

today, brilliant sun, though a bit nippy.

weegee's snow dance

getting the hang of it

another one down, but it's a team effort. the blue tube was key.

Jae: so did mom just slide that marmot down the tube into the mouths of the waiting dogs?

something like that. she was really ticked that they took all the credit. d&w managed to trap the marmot in the tube, then barked at it till mom rolled the tube out from under the shed and tilted it up. weegee got it first, then danny grabbed it. not sure who delivered the fatal blow. mom, maybe?

danny is good at backing the marmot into a corner, but doesn't have the brains (or thumbs) to get beyond that. similar thing happened last week: danny trapped one of the adult marmots between two boards. he kept gnawing at the boards to get at the marmot but, well, he's no beaver. after a few hours of listening to his high-pitched barking i made him give up. i could easily have jumped on the top board and squashed the marmot but i . . . lack mom's steely constitution.

danny respectfully watched as mooga buried the marmot, but when weegee tried to get close to it . . .

not one to hold grudges, weegee relaxes after another exciting day.

numbered days

the eyes of a killer

note the blood of baby marmot dripping from nose/chin.

danny gets a raise

danny spent the previous day yelping at the evil marmots, our mortal enemies, the hatfields to our mccoys. this morning he's suspiciously quiet.

mom: danny's so gentle. once he had a bird in his mouth, but he just carried it around without hurting it.
me: hm.

we look outside and see one very happy brown poodle galloping in circles through the field.

danny: this one's for jae. i hear he misses me.
mom: you're hired!

and we thought he didn't have the stomach for it. admittedly it's just a baby, and rather cute, but evil nonetheless.

mom: should i drop some flaming logs down the ends of the marmot tunnels?
me: i'll think about it.

i wonder where danny hid the rawhide

waiting for the rain to stop

and for danny's bowels to cooperate. chicken seems to be staying down this time.

danny's very sick today

discreet pools of vomit in every corner. deposits in the car, source (i.e., which end) unknown. big load of dog laundry. chicken and rice for dinner. pills from previous bout of whatever poodle ailment this is.

to no avail. found chicken and rice ALL over the couch and the dog bed, and the suspect dog cuddled in my down comforter. very bad sign. the place smells like a pound. danny's other bed is now superfluffed with yards of polar fleece, and his shivery little body is tucked away . . . poor poor danny.

on the plus side, weegee gets a new hoody for $1.