Happy Howl-o-ween!

This is Jaz's costume from 2 years ago. She was a Cowgirl-Cowdog (and her bandana said so!).

We went to the costume contest at Petsmart. She didn't win. I think we were robbed!

She had chaps on for doG's sake! And a lasso and a trick-or-treat bucket.

Also robbed were the Doberman and Llasa Apso who came as Sonny and Cher. Can you guess which was which? It was hysterical.

One of the winners is standing behind Jaz in the first picture. Her name was Molly and she was 14 years old. She was old and adorable and that was the only reason we did not hold a grudge against her and her inferior costume.

Here's a smaller other-side view. She just looked so cute!

70 Degrees & Clear

It's SUCH a beautiful day today.

Jaz decided to take a rest on the bench after a long afternoon of Jump-way-up-in-the-air-to-catch-my-favorite-ball, as she likes to call it.

2am is not breakfast time!

Australian Cattle Dogs are not easy dogs to raise. And, doG knows I've made MORE than my share of mistakes in Jaz's 3 years, but seriously... 2am is not the time we eat breakfast, Jaz!

I'm not sure what's going on, but for the past few weeks Jaz has been waking up at around 2am and then again at around 3am. If I let her out at 2, she still wakes up again in an hour.

How do I know she's waking up, you might ask?

Well, if you have one of those shrieking ACDs I'm sure you can answer that question on your own. (And not to get off topic, but WTF is up with that high pitched voice? Don't they realize how sissy they sound when they do that?)

Anyway, topic... She shouldn't be THAT hungry, right? Why is it just in the past few weeks? Is it because time is about to change? It shouldn't be that. Good God...I just realized that after Sunday, if she keeps up with this schedule, she'll be waking up at 1am! ONE A.M.

The thing is, if Keith tells her to quiet down, she does. She calmly lays back down, grunts a few times (her disapproving noises are hilarious!) and then goes back to sleep until our real alarm goes off. If I tell her to be quiet, she might stay that way for 2 minutes. She knows that I'll eventually get up and feed her. She's got me wrapped around her little dew-claw.

Don't worry too much. If I DO get up and feed her, I make sure I'm awake enough to only give up half the amount she'd normally get in the morning. (Ok, except that one time last weekend) Then she gets the other half at the usual time - 5:30am.

See? That's the other thing. In my mind a 5:30 feeding is exactly perfect for her. She gets fed every 12 hours. I guess she feels differently. If it was up to her, she'd be eating every half hour though.

Do I need to compromise somehow? Or should I just live with the 2 o'clock shriekings?

It's starting to wear on my already fragile sanity.

Companion Piece

Here's the lovely companion piece to the 1st picture in the Giraffe series...

I like to call it "Giraffe Tongue"

Jaz the Giraffe

Since Halloween is coming up, I thought I'd start with this picture.

Look how utterly humiliated she is. The poor thing.

She's just glad that she was too tubby to really have to wear this trick-or-treating. Apparently she needs a 36month instead of a 24month baby costume.

Yes...I bought it at Wal-Mart.

Yes...it's made to be a costume for a 2 year old toddler.

Yes...I sold it at a garage sale this summer.

Yes...the 2 year old down the street will be wearing it next Monday.

Yes...I am only slightly ashamed. I really hope the neighbors don't read this blog!