OMG, I Think She Might Be A Masochist!

Just when you think you know someone, you realize that you don’t.

It’s been 12 years, and I never really connected the dots.

Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning!

As I was giving her what she wanted, I thought

“OMG, I think she might be a masochist!”

How had I not realized this before? How did I miss all the signs?


I guess the first sign should have been the way she pushed her neck so hard into my hand or foot.

I swear she loves how it cuts off her air and she gags.

Having me do this night after night until I’m exhausted!

Then I think of all the odd cuts or scars she shows up with. Never complaining. Not even a peep. Not even the time she had a silver dollar size opening in her skin. Nothing. zilch, nada.

Even when visiting the Dr she let’s them poke and prod her. No flinching when the long needles come out.

She even insists on the anal temperature probe. Is that sadness I see when they stop???

If I’m honest, I swear she gets excited by the thought of pain.

Yes, my baby loves to be hurt. And she really loves it when I’m the one inflicting it I think.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about this new-found discovery.

But I do know, that nothing will stop me from loving her.



My Masochist Girl Loves Pain

How can you not love her?



~~~till we laugh again~~~

My Bingo Should Have Been a Shadow

This is my baby, her name is Bingo. Why Bingo? I’ve always thought it would be funny to have a dog named Bingo so I could sing – B I N G O and Bingo was her name-o.   😀

Bingo is almost 14 years old. Her momma was a Dalmatian and her daddy was a Chow. Yet, she looks just like a Black Lab. So for years we have just told people she is a black lab. Although she is a little thicker in the middle like a chow and has the chow black spotted tongue. But her looks and personality are of a black lab so that is what has stuck.

Bingo is an awesome dog. Greatest personality and temperament. And knowing that she is in her final years makes me really sad. Each day it is hard watching her age. The grey on her muzzle has grown so much, her hips are going out more and more and some days your heart breaks as you know she wishes she could run the big back yard like she use too.

For years she has been the first one to greet me when I come home. She gets so excited to see me and that makes me smile no matter how bad my day may have been.

For years I have called her Shadow because she follows me everywhere. And I mean everywhere. If I move more than 10 feet from her or round a corner she gets up and follows me. Even in her advancing years and the pain I know it must cause her, she still gets up. Even though I tell her not too.

I wish we could see in the future when we name our animals. Normally I wait a few weeks to see a little of the personality but even I wouldn’t have guess that 14 years later she would still be my Shadow.

Then again, it is fun yelling out Bingo when I’m trying to call her (now that is funny all on it’s own especially if you play bingo which I do occasionally). And when I’m really playing with her, I call her Bingo Dauber. (more bingo inside humor).

Today Shadow, I mean Bingo was making me smile which is why I was inspired for today’s post. I was in the shower and heard a big thump. Looking through the glass I could only smile because today like almost every other day, she came in and plopped down on the mat while I showered. And I realized how with each passing year, soon I will get out of the shower and she will not be there. But I will have wonderful memories for years to come of my baby girl following me everywhere.


~~~till we laugh again~~~


We Were Adopted By the Neighbor’s Dog

We moved to our house about 8 years ago. Shortly there after, the neighbor’s dog “adopted” us. But if you knew her, you’d know it was more like she “took over”.

As I have mentioned before, we live on the outskirts of our small town on a dirt lot. There is a house in front of us, two on the one side and one down the dirt road. We have two dogs and at the time we moved in, I was foolish enough to think I could seal off the 3 acres with a chain link fence. For the record, chain link on a dirt ground really means keep people out, but not stray dogs. (or keep yours in).

Being the good parents we are, we have a dog door so our “kids” can come and go potty anytime they want (aka – we don’t want to get up to let them go out 80 times a day). Now Arizona can get some awesome thunderstorms and a few weeks into living here, we had a big storm. That was the first time we met Nahla. How did we meet? Well, it turns out Nahla is deathly afraid of thunder. The night of the storm, she scared the crap out of us as we watched TV. We heard the dog door flap (even though both our dogs were sitting right next to us), next thing we knew, there was Nahla running into the room and hiding behind the chairs. We were like “what the …”

There was no budging this German Shepard either. She was scared to death. To make a long story short, we discovered she was the neighborhood dog. While technically she belonged to the neighbor across the dirt, she typically roamed the road traveling from house to house. But for some reason we became her #1 hangout (I’m pretty sure it’s because we were the only foolish ones to not kick her out).

Now one would think her true owners would seek her out. Not really. We figured out pretty quickly that she wasn’t allowed in her house (yes, even when it was 115 degrees outside or storming). It wasn’t until years later that they even acknowledged that they felt semi bad (but not really) that she “bothered” us. Never once did they drop off dog food or treats (yes, she pretty much eats here too).

The sad part is, she is an excellent indoor dog. For being outside pretty much all the time, she is amazingly house trained. For the most part, she lays next to the other dogs for hours. She can be pushy tho. If the other dogs are getting petted, she demands equal pet time. While our dogs know to walk off when we are done, not Nahla. She just stands there like you just needed a few minutes of rest and will start back up momentarily.

Nahla, isn’t good at sharing and acts like an only child sometimes. If either of the other two dogs come up to be petted, Nahla will try and cut them off. Or she will push her head in like she was cutting into the dance.

And petting Nahla isn’t easy. She has glaucoma in her eyes and they are all jacked up. Gives me the heebee jeebees’ (mean I know but it’s the truth – its gross looking and I have an eye phobia – tell ya about that some other time)

Each night I come home, she is usually waiting on our porch for me. On the rare occasions she isn’t, she has learned the sound of my truck and comes dashing over (almost getting hit a few times when I don’t’ see her). Then she knows my routine. I come inside with her in tow. I always walk over to the dog treats to give my “girls” their jerky or bones. She is the most aggressive of the three, and tests my patience some days. It is the only time she acts like this. I have her wait till last, teaching her patience but if she could, she would rip the treat out of the other two dogs mouths and still expect her own.

As I type this, she has boldly laid down on my greyhound’s pillows. Taking her life into her own hands (No one lays on Tia’s pillows). Soon Tia will wander in here and we will try to protect Nahla’s life by reminding her to get up. Usually she realizes her death defying transgression and moves.

As time has gone on, Nahla pretty much comes in at night and stays until mid morning, then hangs outside for a few hours (I assume checking out the other neighbors treats or food offerings) and then heads back “home” to us. With each passing year, she stays longer and longer. By now we think of her as our third dog. She just acts like the 23 year old kid that moved out but seems to hang out at their parents all the time. Eating their food, using their stuff and then disappearing whenever they want.

We’ve come to love her, so has all our family that visits. She provides us as much entertainment and love as our dogs and it looks like she isn’t going anywhere after the 8 years. If we ever move, I wonder if we take her with us, if her “real” owners would even realize she is gone. I guess someday we will find out.

Oh, and for the record, every storm Nahla still comes in and hides behind the chairs, turns out she feels safer here than anywhere.

~~~till we laugh again~~~

What’s Your Pet’s Ritual?

Sexy Tia Girl

Does your pet have a funny ritual? One that makes you laugh each and every time they do it? Mine does.

I have two dogs – Bingo and Tia. And I’m sure I will share things about them through this year, cuz they both make me laugh (not to mention the neighbors dog who thinks she is ours but  that is a story for another day).

Tia is a greyhound. She is the one pictured here. She does two things that just make me laugh my butt off. The first one is this, laying on her back, with her legs in the air like she is model for GQ Pups. She feels so sexy. (yes, she has told me so).

But even funnier than this is her ritual with her doggie pillows. This girl is spoiled. We have like 3 pillows on the ground. She rarely lets any other dog on them and they know they are her’s. She must give permission. But what is hilarious is the way she will literally fluff the pillows with her legs and move them into the perfect position. She sometimes will move all three on top of each other, or if she wants one, she will move the others out of her way. After several minutes of maneuvering them just right, she then will walk around and then plop down with her head atop her new creation.

I was going to add a short video clip but looks like I haven’t that capability quite yet. So you will just have to use your imagination. It is pretty funny.

Hmmm, I wonder if it would be sick to get her one of those pillow pets?? Part her own pet, part pillow…. I wonder if they have a greyhound one just so I could say it’s her kid or something….

So…. What is your pet’s funny ritual???


~~~~~Till we laugh again~~~~

Pugs in Love

I have been laughing my butt off all afternoon after seeing this picture a friend of mine posted. I knew right away I just had to share this.

There are so many funny lines you could capture with this picture. The cleanest of which is what I used – PUGS IN LOVE.  The looks on their faces totally look as if they are being interrupted and they were caught in the act of a wonderful evening together.

I thank whoever took this picture because it is hilarious and I hope it brings a smile and some laughter to your life as well. ….  Feel free to suggest captions as well if you want. OMG, I’m still laughing….

Bet You Thought I Forgot… T minus 24 days

OK, so I will have to come up with a plan. Cuz I’m still in my count down phase of a Laugh a Day and I almost missed today and I’m only on my second day of trying. (Stop laughing at me! – I know, I’m a slacker)

Hopefully yesterday everyone at least hummed Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer. Or at least thought about it.  (don’t know what i’m talking about? Obviously, someone hasn’t read yesterday’s post – off to the blog corner for you!)

Today, I will apologize in advance for not being at the top of my humor / sarcastic game. I will try and redeem myself tomorrow. But in order to comply with my own challenge I must supply at least one smile or laugh before I lay my head down to sleep. So, I thought I would share something I get to see every night before I go to bed. It is just one part of a ritual that goes on in my house. I’m going to save the whole ritual for a different day (since obviously I will need a lot of material to get me through 2012.      😉

But it always ends with someone ending up like this…..

          Now come on, you know it makes you smile!


~~~~~~~~~~ More tomorrow~~~~~~~~~~~~