Santa is to be Feared

This is a photo of Kelly taken when he was 5. The Santa is a generic one, one of the thousands sitting in malls every year, that wait to be pissed/shit/puked and begged on by children.

But....is he really a generic one? Or is he really the spawn of Satan??


HEY!!!!! Is *Santa* saying a big fuck you to someone? See his middle finger, I do believe Saint Nick is pissed off. He has the most evil expression!

And Kelly's body language is screaming "get me offa this odd old man!!".

2 years previous, Kelly as well wanted to be anywhere but on that old guys lap. But at least this Santa wasn't all evil and everything.


Okay,and now that I've thoroughly embarrassed Kelly, I'll move along to my Mom. ( just kidding Mom....if she read that she just sucked in all her breath and gave herself an instant migraine. ooops! sorry Mom! )

My wish for snow happened! It snowed/melted, it snowed/melted till what remains is perhaps 5 inches. Of hard packed crust. And it's cold. This week I'm going to take the dogs to Manning Park, and frolic around in waist high stuff! Maybe do a hill or two of sledding. Take some videos, have some fun.

In the mean time here's a video I came across on youtube. Cool!

Glynn Damon Johnson AKA puppy murderer

09:02 AM PST on Wednesday, December 17, 2008

By JOHN ASBURY
The Press-Enterprise

A Los Angeles County assistant fire chief accused of beating his neighbor's puppy with a 12-pound rock was arrested Tuesday and charged with one count of felony animal cruelty.

Glynn Damon Johnson, 54, of Woodcrest near Riverside, was handcuffed and led away from his home by Riverside County sheriff's deputies.

If convicted, Johnson could serve up to four years in prison. Johnson was released on $10,000 bond.

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Glynn Johnson

Johnson also is charged with two enhancements of using a deadly weapon to commit a felony. The Riverside County district attorney's office filed the charges more than a month after the Nov. 3 incident.

Johnson had said he hit the 6-month-old German shepherd mix, Karley, after she latched onto his hand and wouldn't let go. He said the dog nearly severed his thumb. Johnson and sheriff's deputies said he was treated at a hospital for injuries to his thumb.

The dog was so severely injured she had to be euthanized.

The dog's owners, Jeff and Shelley Toole, said they were happy to see Johnson get arrested from their front yard.

"I'm joyful. This is what we knew he deserved. We wanted him to feel the process of being arrested like a normal citizen," Jeff Toole said. "He did this to hurt the dog and to hurt us. He's not a nice man."

Following the incident Johnson was placed on paid administrative leave from the Los Angeles County Fire Department. Officials did not comment Tuesday about the arrest or any changes to his employment status.

The case was fueled by angry rhetoric and protests in front of the district attorney's office along with heightened media attention. District attorney's officials said public pressure did not influence their decision to file charges.

Reach John Asbury at 951-763-3451 or jasbury@PE.com

Pee Free of wet spots/dribbles

Just one morning free of dribble spots puleeze!

Just one morning of sitting without "ohhhh my gawd....what is that wet spot on my ass!"

Just one wet free zone. Pleeeze.

I just want to wake up and pee without the dogs wondering why I am shutting a door! ( and what's the point anyway?? )

Dogs. Lovin' them

The Day The Earth Stood Still

The Day The Earth Stood Still ( 1951? )

Black and white films are my guilty pleasure. Well, those and dark chocolate.

Tonights film was delicious.

I'm a cheater. I download films. "Cuz I'm poor". Oooh! Guess who said that!

My favorite bittorrent is http://www.vuze.com/app

And DAMN!!!! Just when you think you have the best dog giggle going, she takes off out the door trailing the pink boa in her mouth.

Lesson to oneself; put all new shit up high.

Winterpeg ( I have final and approved permission to call it that now )

My brother and sister in law recently moved back to Winnipeg ( that's in the province of Manitoba, in the country of Canada for you geographically challenged ) after living on the Wet West Balmy Coast of B.C.

I think they were incredibly stupid brave to make that move! Wow!

He has provided me with irrefutable proof that Winnipeg, truly is a Winterpeg. The bone chilling freezing fucking cold of -50 windchill is to descend upon them this evening.


I too was stupid brave enough to live in Winterpeg. A couple of times. My first move there was in mid November. I stepped off the train clad in jeans, runners, t-shirt and sweater, carrying a light jacket. Ummmm, yah, right. My body tightened up and refused to move. After being scraped/ripped off that spot, I attempted to move my legs. Ha! Rubber souls and thick packed sidewalk ice are enemies. On my ass I went. I can still see the laughing faces of farmers and Hutterites. ( Hutterites are a Canadian version of the Amish....sorta', but not. But sorta'. )

I got all nestled in my new apartment, 3rd floor, with a view as far as the eyes can see. ( and that's a long way across the flat prairies ). My third morning there I was excited, because I heard it would snow overnight!! I woke up...opened the curtains to my balcony....and saw white. That's it, just white. *blink blink*

Lit a smoke, peed, put a kettle on for tea, looked again and it was still white. *blink blink*

Phone rings, it's my step-father asking me to make a list of groceries 'cause he's heading to the store. What is he talking about? Had he made a tunnel? No, he says, I'm taking a sleigh. A fucking sleigh?? He directs me to turn on the news channel.

It had snowed soooo much overnight that the roads were useless. The freaking army were driving around town in tanks picking up doctors and nurses to take them to work. Not one vehicle was on the road. Tanks, skidoos, and LARGE sleighs were the transport of necessity.

Phoned my step-father back and placed my order. Good thing because that store was shut down, employees couldn't make it there the next day.

A week or so later life returned to normal. The tanks and army personnel were back to their lives, transit began, cars on roads, no sleighs. Whooo. Hooooo, I'm thinking.

I hop on a bus to downtown do a bit of checking out my bearings. After an hour of walking around in the cold I spot a sign on a window "Fried 'Shrooms and Peas". Ohhh yum, I love fried 'Shrooms and Peas! I walk inside and immediately my glasses fog up. I take them off so I can at least manage to navigate to a table. I sit down, grab a napkin to wipe the now dripping wet glasses....and the fucking frames snap in half. I kid you not.

WTF??? Bizzaro world.

I suppose my frames were made in some country where it was swelteringly hot, and once they had a serious taste of frostbite, they bit it.

Hey, little bro, I am waiting for the photo of you B-B-Q ing outdoors!

Budweiser Clydesdales- Snow Games

I wanna' be where these guys are!

BBC shits on Crufts

Have you seen the BBC documentary "Pedigree Dogs Exposed"? A stunning eye-opener for folks who do not know. It's available in 6 ten minute videos available HERE

And here's a link to the latest news on .BBC VS Crufts


My thoughts? Imagine millions and millions of people applauding

A Snow Dump? I can only wish!!

I was looking at the weather forecast for my neck of the woods. In a bright red banner were the words I've been longing/desiring/fervently wishing to see:

SNOWFALL WARNING



*gigglegigglegigglegiggle*

I've been very patient waiting for the fluffy white stuff to happen. I mean geez, here it is waaaay into December and nothing yet. My winter gear is wasting away! I want to wear a thick scarf! I want to have to wear mittens! I want to clomp around in my snow boots! Snow already dammit!!

Winter is my favorite season. Can 'ya tell? *gigglegigglegigglegiggle*

Baby Steps

Watcher had a WTF?? moment and I had a WHOA! moment last night.

I was on my way out the door to visit a friend, and at the last second I put Watcher's collar on and brought him with me. I'd never taken any of my dogs there, but because Watcher truly adores Brianne ( 3 y/o human of the household :) ), I thought they'd both enjoy it.

Once there he enthusiastically bounded out of our Van, HUGE grin on his face, gleefully following me to the staircase where we needed to climb to the second floor apartment.

One paw ever so lightly touched the first step up, and then the WTF? look.

Watcher Data: Not once in his entire life had he seen/done stairs. He was born and raised for the 1st year of his life in a *reputable* puppymill ( I'm working on a post about *reputable* animal mills, soon to come ), of which the kennels were ground level. Then he came into my home where their are only 2 steps to come in the front door.

He watched me walk up halfway, about 10 steps, and he fucking freaked. He ran the length of the building and back in the blink of an eye, ran to the bottom step and valiantly attempted the dreaded ladder to hell again.

FAIL.

His anxiety increased a million fold because I, his reason for being, his ability to live and breathe ( those are Watcher's thoughts, not mine.... he's one of those dogs that truly believe that, or maybe it's *separation anxiety* that all those so called self experts think, whateva) was getting further from him.

I went down and tried to cheerfully entice him up "c'mon Watcher! let's go! let's gooo!!" Nuh uh. I tried cajoling "c'mon babe, s'okay let's go up Watcher". Nuh uh.

While taking him back to his safe spot, the Van, I realized that not one of my dogs had walked up stairs. They have sailed over 6' 10" width raised 2' garden boxes when shrieked at by moi, jumped 4' high temporary garden partitions to help me garden by digging the holes (o m g *scream*), scaled a 4 tier flower shelf, but never walked up stairs.

A bit ago I started thinking about making them a sort of "playground" in the yard. A fun agility type of playground. ( easy instructions Here ) I'm thinkin' I need to incorporate some stairs in there.

Catch a Falling Star

Star is a Boxer that had a horrific past ( evident by photos ), but is now in the best place in the world for a homeless, and obviously un-loved canine, S.A.I.N.T.S.

Here are a few posts about Star:

Star

Star

Star

Star

Star

What is a Backyard Breeder?
Read here and Here

And now you have NO excuse. You've seen photos, you've read the literature, do what's right. Opt to Adopt. Go to your shelter, city animal control, or SPCA and give a homeless animal a home.

Edited to add: Spay and/or neuter your animals....it's only right.

Dog saves dog on freeway

Spanish language, but words need not be spoken.




Dog Hero's

Freaking Hilarious! ( The Hen's Party )

Photo Day

We went for a stroll today with Kelsie and Brianne down to the muddy mighty Fraser River.


A good romp in some fields, a walk down the old highway (deserted since the late 60's) crossed the tracks, through a pretty brambly blackberry aisle and there we were!








Doesn't Kelsie look like she is doing a ballerina step in the above photos? hehehe!



Still wildflowers growing!










We were here :))


Someone wuz workin' on the raaaailroad... ( ohhh gawd, that was lame. I apologize )

Wind Chimes. Or not?

Watcher, Frank, Ticket and I went up the mountain a bit to a spot by the Coquihalla River yesterday afternoon where we normally just go in the warmer months. And the reason why is because that river is fucking freezing. It's all the snow run offs. *BRRRRR*

We went today because I was told there is a huge run of Steelhead ( what an interesting fish! ) and I was hoping to take some snazzy photos of them. ( did I just say "snazzy" out loud? geeez, I don't even remember the last time I heard, never mind *said* that word! )

But we also went because the dogs truly love it there, lots and lots and lots of new smells, ( big and small forest critters ) wide open spaces to romp and wrestle, and fresh water to drink and wade in. Although....hmmmm, almost anywhere we go around here, those things are happening. That's what life is like when you live nestled in between mountains and rivers.

First thing I saw when I stepped out of the van was this wild and wacky Wind Chime hanging from a branch. ( or is it just some wild and wacky ornament? ) Very cool! Take a look at the chimes...a fork? a washer? a piece of driftwood? And other stuff. How cool is that? It has inspired me to make a wacky and wild Wind Chime! ( you know to click on the photos to make them larger, right? Okay, okay, calm down. So *you* knew, but others, like my Mom, do not know. Just checkin'! )


Frank brought his pogo stick, and boinged every time I tossed a stick. Ready Frank?


BOING!


Awwwww, someday I'll get one of his face in the frame. He does the most freakish face contortions as he boings up. ( boing is my new favorite word....can you tell?)

Then it's an errrrrrch! after I toss it when he reaches the waters edge.


Frankie is a total wuss when it comes to water. He has swam twice in his whole life ( he's 2 now ), and his second summer, this last summer, was the first time he went past his delicate little ankles. Second, as I said earlier, this river is fucking freezing cold, especially this time of Fall. I'd be errrrching! too.

If my buddies could talk, I bet I would blush with all the potty mouth remarks. Well....no. I'd probably giggle. I look at Ticket in this next photo ( my honeypie in the back ) and just know she is saying something like, "why is my bitch holding that stick over her head? throw the fucking thing already! "


Ticket asking nicely for me to toss the stick



That didn't work. Try begging!


Score!
But the coldness doesn't stop Ticket! This girl is the toughest chick I know! ( did I tell you that she made Watcher her bitch?? Ha! ) Oh, and check out Frank here. Doesn't want to even get his tootsies the slightest bit wet.


And now, because wet dogs are....well....wet, which makes me wet ( and cold, 'cause remember about where this river water comes from ? ) , we must RUN and shake off the wet!

Ticket in the background of this next photo makes me wish I was alongside her. Nice stretch out there Ticket!


3 amigos leaving....



3 amigos being good pups to a *here* . ( recall is extremely important in this area. bears and cougars and cubs/kits, oh my! )


Gorgeous river, awesome mountains. And some dick figures this place is the best place to burn a TV? and some tires. Now, I ask you, WTF? These are the times and opportunities that I want to be smack dab, right there, seeing this complete idiot doing this. Great photo op for proof, to nail him with something. At the very least to have his nasty face plastered on the internet for evermore.


I didn't see any Steelhead, but they're in there somewhere!


Trees bleed. See the nail where someone stabbed it? A 100% healthy tree.


Trees bleed sap. That's the lifeblood flowing out. Not nice. Go learn how to pitch ( and no pun intended ) a tent without destroying what you came out to be surrounded by. Assholes.

Naked Horses

Shouldn't they have rain sheets on? The horses we had as kids always had protective sheets on....for the dampness of rain, and the cold of snow. These 2 huge beauties had no cover to get out of the rain, ,no coats, just standing in a huge field.

Eagles don't seem to care. A friend phoned me and said "get your ass over here, there are 50 or so Eagles!!" Just a mere 5minutes away so, I shoved my feet into gumboots and arrived to find only one lone straggler.



Then took a few pictures of the lake....misty misty morning








I'm taking the dogs out to the same lake today for a run, and if they are stupid brave enough to go for a swim,maybe some photos later!

Hope you all enjoy your day!