Moving pictures!

First up we have a video of Sir and Leo casually playing on the couch. I'm never really sure what exactly they accomplish by opening their mouths as wide as possible and shaking them at each other, but if you pay close attention you'll see Sir lock his teeth onto fur a few times. This is low-level play for them, there's no tug-of-warring, no backflips, no chasing, and no humping each other (that's not exactly play, is it?). I apologize for the few seconds in the video where you see that other bigger, pale, and mangey looking dog. No idea who's that is.




Our second moving picture features Leo the Prime Interruptor interrupting the normal daily activities of a rather nasty looking bug. I don't like bugs. So even though you don't witness the death of the beast, you can safely assume that I commanded my minion to exact swift and painful retribution against it. Filthy infidel.



Lately, Sir has been a bit more angry at me. It's probably because I haven't turned the AC on in 4 or 5 days and he's been unable to get any sleep. That's because when Sir tries to burrow, he realizes that it's too hot out and has to lie on top of the blanket like so:

A+ fan usage

This leaves him vulnerable to the never-ending onslaught of cute playfulness that is Leo. Unfortunate, really. Life is hard for Sir, not being able to sleep more than 14 hours a day and only getting 5 or 6 treats a day. Stressful. Hopefully he'll chill out and I'll have to resort to my whip less. And no, it's not an actual whip. What I call my dogwhip is in fact just a spray bottle full of water.

Don't ask why I wear the glove.

It's extremely effective. Which totally makes sense for Sir, because he hates water. Unless he's drinking it. Going out in the rain for a few minutes to pee is comparable to between 5 and 8 Herculean labors for Sir.

Armed only with a Dr. Pepper, he slew the beast.

Sir also hates baths. Leo, on the other hand, loves water. He goes swimming whenever we go to the lake/river and handles baths pretty well. We gave the boys a bath last week and I snagged a few good photos of Leo between all the thrashing and splashing that went on.

You can definitely see the poodleface in full form. Here's another angle:

He's an imposing furball, but when he's wet it's painfully obvious that he weighs under 6 pounds. Now, one last picture. I preface this next one by saying that it didn't turn out at all how I wanted. Leo turned away right when the picture was being taken, resulting in him looking like some creepy living mop.

It's very avant garde, ne c'est pas? Until next time!

PANT PANT PANT

Took the dogs to the dogpark yesterday and I realized something. Any younger guy who shows up alone with two cute dogs to a park that has lots of (single) mothers watching their kids there will probably be regarded as a creep. Because the dogs will inevitably attract the attention of the children and thus the children will attract the attention of the dogs. Then they'll want to hang out and the mom will need to watch the kid while the guy needs to watch the dog. So they'll have to chit-chat. So, yeah. Uh. Right. Not my motives. I have a girlfriend. Seriously. Well, now that that's out of the way, here are some goofy pictures of the dogs.

Leo loves car rides. He does the stereotypical lean-out-the-window-just-far-enough-to-not-fall-out that many dogs do. And he tends to put his front paws on my arm which I tend to keep on the windowsill on the off chance that he sees something that he must pee on, play with, eat, or sniff. Those are pretty much his modes of interaction.

And I'm not sure how he feels about the bandana. He loves when I put it on, but he always takes it off. Goddamn dogs and their mixed signals. They should just evolve like the rest of us did.

If you had ANY doubt about whether or not he was happy, check out this picture. If you're still uncertain, I'd like to point out that you should be focusing on the dog face part of the picture. In the top left. Yes, the tonguey part.

Sir, on the other hand, tends to just sleep through car rides. He either does the downward dog pose, like so:

or scratches on your shirt until you let him burrow into it. That's right, chihuahuas are burrowing animals. If you've ever been around a chihuahua for more than a few hours, you'd probably see him or her sleep (they sleep 14-18 hours a day, what a life!) and a chihuahua's favorite place to sleep is under a blanket. Here's a good picture of Sir doing just that:

He almost looks like some sort of crustacean deep sea monster... the upside-down mouth does it for me. So enough about the car ride. We got to the park, went on a walk. It wasn't unbearably hot for me, but it sure was intense for the dogs. More panting than I've ever seen.

So we took plenty of water breaks. Sir is a sloppy drinker. Or maybe all of the backsplash that Leo makes just gets caught in his stache. Can dogs have mustaches or is the definition somehow stricter?

.... wikipediaing ...

Nope. A mustache is hair, while Leo has fur. Dang.

Next up is this priceless picture series of Sir making faces while in my arms. Half-yawning, half-panting, while wearing the biggest shit-eating grin. Enjoy!

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.....

 okay, getting sort of goofy.

DERP DERP DERP!!

HUR DURRR DURP DERP!

yawn okay mister we're done here.

An Introduction

HELLO.

My name is Pete. I live with two small dogs, Sir Vicious the chihuahua and Leo the maltipoo. They are quirky yet strangely humanlike animals. This blog will catalog their (mis)adventures, altercations, accidents, and above all, their admiration for each other. So without further ado, here are the doggies:

SIR VICIOUS, MASTER MARKER

LEO, INTERRUPTOR PRIME

The nicknames are relevant. Sir doesn't have a bladder, he has a blackhole that creates a direct portal to a universe of piss. He can and does mark at will. If left outside for extended periods of time, he will continue to mark for upwards of three days. Straight. All work, no play. And by work, I mean peeing on things. Everything. Leo cannot stand by while attention is given to anyone besides him. If sweet nothings are being said in a direction other than at Leo, he will put himself in the line of fire (or praise). If you're petting Sir, Leo will shove his head between your hand and Sir. He must have all of the affection in the world. He is a ruthless attention seeker. Or maybe he's just a puppy.