I am SO FAR BEHIND on email that it’s not even funny. I swear I haven’t even looked at my inbox for a week, since I am having a really hard time juggling working ‘outside’ the house with web stuff. Let’s face it, it’s a lot easier to keep up with your email when your job consists of sitting in front of a computer for ten hours a day. It’s not so easy when your job involves working for someone else – someone who might object to paying you a salary while you surf the web and answer emails.
All of this is in aid of saying “I know I owe most of you emails!! I know that people want to know more about the Jamboree (I’m meeting with them on Wednesday – more details, including final rates and a code to use when booking your room, will be posted on Friday). I know that people have emailed with questions about puppies. I know, I know, I know! Bear with me, I’m getting to them all a bit at a time…
Last night, I let Paris jump up on my lap, and recoiled in horror when she promptly deposited a puppy sized clump of hair on my shirt. She’s in the middle of a shedding cycle, big time, likely hormonal since I doubt that the freezing weather has kicked her into shedding her winter coat.
I decided to take her into the dog room and go over her with the furminator, and after 20 minutes of grooming, using everything from the furminator to the shedding rake to the curry comb, this is what I ended up with —
For the final touch, I went over her with the shop vac – seriously. She’s such a good girl! She just stood there while I sucked the rest of the loose hair out of her coat. I can finally touch her without a giant cloud of hair floating up into the air, although I’m sure she’ll need another go over tomorrow. Bear that in mind the next time someone tries to tell you that Frenchies don’t shed.
When we moved to this house, we relegated all of the crappy pine furniture to the basement, on the theory that we don’t really care if puppies gnaw on it. This includes the Leksvik coffee table, which has since become a great favorite with every single puppy that has come through our house.
In my opinion, the puppies haven’t really graduated from cute kids to budding junior trouble makers until someone makes it into – and then through – the coffee table. It tends to happen all at once – one minute, the table doesn’t even register on their radar, the next minute, puppies are tumbling through it like lemmings over a cliff. This weekend, Heart suddenly decided that the table was her FAVORITE THING in the world, and she was followed quickly by Jellie Bean, who also decided it would make a wonderful place for naps.
Butters followed Jellie, although Jellie Bean seemed less than thrilled about sharing her new ‘special place’. As usual, it was inconceivable for the puppies to use one of the other openings in the table – no, they have to be in the same opening that the other puppy is inside of.
An hour later, as I went to put the puppies away, I had a hard time finding Butters. She turned up inside the table, passed out and sound asleep, and looking pretty comfortable. I didn’t want to wake her up, but this photo was just too cute to pass up.
The rest of the photos are over on Flickr. OK, back to email catch up…
I hear you, we have to constantly sweep and vaccuum our place too. Have you heard of that guy who made coats from his dog’s hairs? I bet he could have all kinds of clothing had he had a frenchie.
Vivianne’s last blog post..My saturday
Look! She shed 3 Frenchies!
I loooove those baby snuggle pics. Awww! I have a bad case of ‘puppy fever’, since it’s been 7 years since I’ve HAD a puppy, so your blog is not helping my Hubbys case!
More kids? Nah! More dogs? Please!? haha
Emily~ DreamEyce’s last blog post..Maybe I’m a bad parent???
Okay, Carol, you must know you could retire if you just figured out a way to market your puppy pictures. T-shirts, mugs, calenders, coffee table books, children’s books, underwear, commemorative plates, e-cards, greeting cards, postcards, stationery, notecards, bubble gum cards, I COULD GO ON AND ON… You could be a millionaire. Donate gobs each year to rescue. Never pick up another piece of dog poo yourself. Repeat after me: SHOW ME THE PUPPIES! SHOW ME THE PUPPIES!!
Okay, Carol, you must know you could retire if you just figured out a way to market your puppy pictures
If I did that, I’d just end up buying a bigger house and keeping all of the puppies, every single time.
Eventually, I’d end up a crazy dog lady with ten million feral Frenchies running around, and someone would find my gnawed on corpse after a really cold winter.
Not that that won’t happen eventually anyways, of course.
There’s no such thing as a feral Frenchie. They require servants.
Idi Amin had servants, too.