Mr. J announces The Night Before Christmas Winner!

Mr. J, mere steps outside the groomer's door ...

 

 ... is smiling his biggest smile and wagging his tail so fast it's a blur because he is announcing the winner of the Leonard Weisgard copy of The Night Before Christmas!

 

(Truth be told, it's also because he was JUST picked up from the groomer 

and is oh-so-happy to be going home!!!)

I had hubby do the honors of reaching in and picking the winner and he picked...

....(drum roll)....

 Ruth Kelly (Dian's Timpanalle blog). Congratulations, Ruth!!!

I'll be in touch to get your address! Thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway!

 

Can you tell that Mr. J is counting the minutes until I take off his collar?

(Just look at the size of those big, flat paws!

We refer to them as muppet feet because that's just what they look like!)

 

I thought he looked absolutely adorable in his little 'elf' collar from the groomer. I think you can tell by the look on his face what he thought! The excitement of escaping the groomer's has been replaced by the reality that he's got some kind of contraption around his neck and, frankly, he's not a fan of scarves, bandanas, or (apparently) elf collars.

 

Oh, Mr J, if you only knew how CUTE you look!!

Mr. J was originally from a shelter who had him listed as a Lhasa Apso mix.

When one of my girls posted his picture on Facebook shortly after we got him,

a friend of hers responded, "Oh, you got a Shih-Poo!"

(which is apparently part Shih-Tzu, part Poodle)

 

Whatever you are, Mr. J, you are one handsome hound!

This was the last humiliating picture (taken in front of our still undecorated tree).

The collar came off immediately after this photo was taken, much to Mr. J's delight :)

 

I hope you all have a beautiful week!

 

Donna

Mayhem, Mischief, and a New Do for the Dog

Introducing the newly bathed and closely cropped Mr. J!

I did not even recognize him when I picked him up from the groomer. Seriously.

He says, "What happened?? Where is my fur coat!" I know.. A terrible time of year to get a haircut, my poor boy. The temperatures have plunged here in New England. Thank goodness you are an indoor boy through and through.

Maybe the following was payback for his trip to the groomer....

This is what I returned home to after running a quick errand the other morning. I didn't even think about the trash bag sitting in the kitchen, waiting to be brought downstairs. It's been a while since we've had a dog, and I'd forgotten that was high on the list of things to never leave sitting out!

OMG, just look at the guilty look on his face! ha ha (I love how the groomer left him a little spiked do on his head!)

Here he is after I told him it was okay and that it was my fault for not taking the time to bring down the trash before running out the door! Guilty look having been replaced by his "can I have a treat?" look...... Oh - another orb next to Mr. J's ear. Back when we had Mr. O'Malley, we had to put rubber bands on the cabinet door handles beneath the sink to keep him from pawing open the cabinet door and pulling the trash out. Once again, I suspect that orb is him telling Mr. J, "Well done! I couldn't have done a better job myself."

So between Mr. J and Baby, this house has been c-r-a-z-y lately! Actually, Mr. J only accounts for 1% of the mayhem while little Baby makes up the other 99%. Our shy Tiger doesn't contribute anything to the craziness as she spends most of the day just sleeping on Amanda's old bed.

My next post will show why we are seriously considering not putting up a tree this year!

Donna