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Pink is a Rare Dudley Lab. A Cowboy Said So.

Pink looks different… cute… but different.  We had seven puppies, and only one came out with a pink nose and light eyes.  It’s how he got his name, “Pink.”  I’m so creative, I can barely stand it.

When he was a puppy people said he looked like a pit bull, but I hoped he was an albino lab.  Then he could be an evil genius and take over the world.

baby pink

Isn’t he the cutest evil genius you’ve ever seen?

 When he got older, his eyes turned a gold– like a vampire.  We settled on a clinical diagnosis of “crazy eyes” instead of “vampire eyes.”  I didn’t want vampires to go out of style and Pink left holding on to a dream.

Big Pink

He was pretty mad about my up close photo shoot. See those daggers coming out of his eyes?

Recently, we solved the mystery of Pink’s crazy looks.  Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They Were Tiny had the dogs out and about.  He ran into a man who manages an Electric Cowboy.  If you don’t know, an Electric Cowboy is a dance club for cowboys.  And electricians.   Anyway, the man looked at Pink and said, “he’s one of those labs that was meant to be a chocolate.”

Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They We’re Tiny came home and told me the story.  I put my veterinarian google skills to work.  I started googling stuff like,”yellow lab supposed to be chocolate.”  Or, “yellow lab pink nose chocolate.”  Then, “where is the closest place I can get chocolate?”  The last one was for me.

After some genetic analysis googleing, I figured it out.  Pink is a Dudley.   A Dudley Lab is a rare yellow lab with no pigmentation.  Something about a chocolate lab’s genes mixed with a yellow lab.  Then there’s something about recessive stuff and capital letters and lower case letters.  Here’s some pictures of other Dudleys.

The only real difference is that Pink can’t be a show dog–the Dog People don’t allow Dudleys.  I guess we won’t be going to that big dog show on Thanksgiving.  That’s okay with Pink.  He likes turkey more.

I think he is the cutest Dudley I’ve ever seen–even when he’s been rolling around in mud.


Made any crazy discoveries lately?  I feel like Sherlock Hounds.  Send me your pet mysteries.  I’ll google them out.

Cheap Summer Vacation We All Should Take

Pink and Rick got their first invitation to the lake.  We got invited, too, which is good because the dogs can’t drive themselves…yet.  We went to visit one of my bestest/oldest friends, Sarah, her husband, and her parents.

The dogs made a new bestie beastie, this Black Lab, Hamilton.

















They were full of obnoxiousness spirit as usual.

Pink immediately jumped in the fountain/gold fish pond.  Probably starting mass goldfish hysteria.

Rick was a bully on the doggy ladder.  He plopped down, with a cigar in his mouth, and wouldn’t budge.

















Then, Rick ate a starter log.  And passed out.

















Everyone drank a little beer–given to them by a man called Bill-dozer.





















Then we had to leave.  It was sad, because the lake is so magical.

Our lake weekend made me think of summer vacations.  Remember that feeling you used to get on the last day of school?  That feeling of freedom?  The last day of school was like jumping on a giant cloud of chocolate pudding–with rubber pants on, of course.  I’ve got to keep it hygienic.  You can insert your own delicious/rubbery analogy here.

So I’ve been trying to asking myself, “what can I take a vacation from this summer?”

Work?  Nope.

Dogs?  They will probably eat me.

Blogging?  I like it too much.

Buying our first foreclosure?  Not after we’ve waited for two months.  And still haven’t closed.

Computer programming class?  Not sure why I took it…

Cooking?  I don’t do it anyway.

Brushing my teeth?  Possibly…  Just kidding!

I haven’t figured it out yet, but I’m going to try and find something to take a break from this summer.  Any ideas?  Maybe, if we all look really hard we can find pockets of time to be like Rick and just plop down somewhere and refuse to move.








How To Bathe Lions

Hey O!  We are taking the dogs on a trip this weekend.  They are staying in our friends parent’s garage.  They smelled so bad, I was embarrassed for them to sleep in their garage.  You know it’s bad when you smell worse than a tractor.  So check out how we cut the stench.


Step 1.  Lure them in with orange popsicles

pink tub












2.  Give them a stern talk about staying in the tub.










3.  Let them howl about the torture.  The humanity!












4.  Soap and rinse










5.  Tell a funny joke, like, “Rick, you’re so big, your mom must be a lion!”












6.  Help them find their lost popsicle.










7.  Dry off.  If possible, coordinate the towel color with your lion’s name.












Have a great weekend!  Let me know if you bathe anything interesting!

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New Cousin or a New Snack?

I want to welcome a new family member. Our new nephew dog and Pink and Rick’s cousin.  Introducing… Gus!

Here we are together.  I chose this one because I like my hair... just don't look at my crazy eyes!

Here we are together.  We’re in love.  I chose this one because I like my hair… but maybe I should have put on makeup.

Gus is a Vizsla Puppy.  Eventually, he will be a bird dog, but right now he just spends his days looking like an old man and eating sticks.

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Doesn’t he look like he’s a grumpy old man who wants a cigar?

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Pink and Rick met Gus for the first time over Easter Weekend.  We weren’t sure how it would go, because… I didn’t want Gus to get eaten.

You see, Rick is still a little chunky.  Every time we take him anywhere people say, “Whoa, Rick.”  And he pretty much eats everything.  So, I got a little scared he would look at Gus and see a copper colored chew toy.

Luckily, all they did was sniff each other. But, I think Rick licked his lips.

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Everyone’s reaction made us think, “how much does Rick weigh?”  Well, we placed bets and whoever was closest… would have their odds forever in Rick’s favor (Hunger Games, anyone?  Let’s just hope Rick never goes to the Hunger Games.  I don’t think he’d last past the cornucopia).

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My brother had to do the heavy lifting. I’m not sure if he’s smiling or grimacing.

Take a guess, how much do you think Rick weighs?

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and guessed 98 pounds.

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Victory Pic!

Drum roll… he weighs in at 107.  My sister Beth guessed it exactly!  She’s a dog weight whisperer.

Rick’s climb into triple digits means he has to go on a diet– even though he didn’t eat Gus.  He probably thought Gus would be too much work for too little meat.  I get like that with crab.

Did you weigh any of your pets/family members this Easter?!?


Pink’s Wild Party Weekend

We did a ton of traveling last weekend for different events.  We were in three states on Saturday!  We couldn’t take the dogs with us, so we dropped them off at the doggy sitters (also known as Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They Were Tiny’s parent’s house).

His parent’s house is on a lake, so the dogs love it.  They run, swim, and act like themselves–crazy wild dogs.  They come back so exhausted that they turn into the sweetest puppies– for thirty minutes.

We don’t ask Pink and Rick questions about what they’ve been up to at his parent’s house because we’re scared to find out.  And, we’re trying to be cool dog parents.  Also, we try not to embarass them by with nicknames like Pinky Pie and Ricky Bobby Petrino.  We had to scratch the Petrino, if  you’re from Arkansas, you know why.

Anyway, on with the story.  So, on Saturday when we were driving, we got a call from Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They Were Tiny’s Mom, Mrs. Angie.

Mrs. Angie said when she drove home from work on Friday she couldn’t find Pink.  After getting closer to her house she saw him laying in the yard, not moving.  She yelled, “Pink!”  He barely lifted his head.  He couldn’t get up.  Next, she saw throw up all over their carport.  She yelled at him again and this time he struggled to his feet, and he fell down again.

At this point in her story I was getting worried.  I thought Pink was dead.  That would be terrible, because I’d have to rename my blog.

Luckily, here’s how it ended.  She was looking around to find clues about what happened, when she spotted the neighbor’s trash can.  Beside it was a chewed up, empty bottle of vodka.

Pink got wasted!  Needless to say, he had a pretty bad hangover the next day.  Here’s him the next day with Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They Were TIny’s sister, Ashtyn, and the bottle of vodka.  He can’t even look at the bottle!

He can't even look at the bottle!

One drunk dog. I think his eyes are googly.

I told him next time to share with Rick, because it’s not good to drink alone.  And, I told both the dogs that if they ever wanted to drink, just do it at home.  I’m definitely scoring cool dog mom of the year!

Pink and Rick Fetch-ish

Here’s an awesome video of two husky puppies.  They have come up with a brand new way to play fetch.  It’s a combo of dog gladiators and puppy wrestling  Hopefully, this will be a fun way to start your week!

This project took me waaaaaay longer than I expected.  But, I finally did it.  Whew!

I’m working on how to make iPhone video look good. So, you’ll have to overlook the quality!  But, I did figure out how to make an intro.  I made it in Flash.  It’s pretty elementary, but Pink and Rick said it would work for now.

Next, maybe I can make them a theme song.   Because all dogs need a theme song, right?  Any ideas on a song that would be good?  I’m thinking something that includes destruction.

Is Rick Too Fat?

Rick is on a diet.  Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They Were Tiny thinks he has too much junk in his doggie trunk.  In other words, he is carrying around a giant doggie bag full of kibble..around his waist.  In other words, he has a lot of fries with his doggie shake.
I usually defend Rick, because, who am I to talk?!?  I’ve gained weight.  I can’t judge.
Well, that’s until my best friend Megan came to visit.  Her first words?  “Woah, Rick!!!”
I said, “He’s not that big.”
She said, “He has a tail roll!!!”
Then, I laughed really hard and took a picture.  You’re welcome.
We started cutting back on his food a couple weeks ago.  It went well.  Until, this weekend, we accidentally left a bag of food on top of the dog house.  We went inside for just a few minutes.  Somehow, Rick emptied the entire bag of food on the ground.  He knew what he was doing, because he made a trail.  He knew the food would be harder to pick up.
He was right.  We didn’t pick it up.  He just ate it all.  Bad dog parenting?  Well, don’t judge til you’ve walked in our (lazy) shoes.
Here’s a picture of Megan and the pups.  Rick’s eyes are squinty because he’s full of dog food.  (FYI Megan has an awesome blog.  Check it out here)

We’re cutting back on his food again.  It’ll be weeks before he’s over his gluttonous feast.

Here’s a picture of his rump.  Do you think Rick is too fat?  Or, do you… “like big butts and you can not lie?  You other dogs can’t deny, when a Rick walks in with a real big waist and a round thing in your face, he gets FED.”  I’m sorry, I can’t stop myself.


Who Pink and Rick Picked for President

You’ve seen the coverage, checked the polls, and watched the you’re-going-to-die-unless-you-vote-for-me commercials.  But, you don’t have all the information!  We have vital, last minute, breaking news: who Pink and Rick want for President!  We did a very scientific poll.  Very Scientific.

We put a Obama Sign and a Romney Sign on the dog kennels…then released the hounds.
Rick chose:
Rick likes liberal amounts of food.  
But Pink picked:
Pink likes conservative amounts of  training.
Good news:  One of them picked the next president.  I will be able to brag about my crazy, yet psychic dog.
Bad news:  One of them lost.  He will be subject to teasing for the next four years.
I’m proud that my dogs are bipartisan.  It’s more than I can say for most people in congress.  Sorry, Rick told me to say that.

tRick or Treat! Cheapest Pet Costumes Ever.

Happy Halloween!  This year, Mr. We’ve Had Them Since We were Tiny and I dressed up as Honey Boo Boo and the Tooth Fairy.

Yes, my shirt says “You better Redneckognize.”  Yes, I made it myself.  No, it’s not my best work.

We got engaged three years ago on Halloween .. it only took me three years to see him in a skirt!  I’m a proud lady.

Here’s a close up of our tutus.  Check out my pageant socks.

Side note:  while we were dressing up, Pink and Rick were playing tRicks.  They had a Let’s Eat Insulation Party!

Nothing says full bellies like fiberglass
Back to the story:  my Honey Boo Boo T-Shirt made me think.  What else can I do with t-shirts and paint?  Besides a 90’s sweatsuit decorated with a puff paint snowman… Remember those?!
 I didn’t think Pink or Rick could fit in a sweatshirt so… Instead, I made the cheapest dog Halloween costumes in HISTORY.  Meet Super Pink and Super Rick.
We’ll slobber on your face until you cry…Ricky.  

The shirts made them think they had super powers.  They attacked each other.  While I took pictures.

I’m going to eat that t-shirt off of you!  Tastes like bacon. 

Then the eventually settled down and modeled like men.

How much longer do we have to wear these?  Our heads barely fit in the holes.  
What are you up to for Halloween?   I’d love to see your costumes/activities.  Maybe you could post a link in the comments?

Full of Shih Tzu

So, I was mistaken.  I thought when we got the dogs neutered they would shape up.  But no.  They did a big bad nasty thing this weekend.  They dug a deep hole underneath our fence.  And escaped.


The neighbors said they found Pink and Rick in their backyard playing with their new Shih Tzu.  Can you imagine finding two hundred pound pooches in your backyard!  Unfortunately, I can…

Plus, the neighbor’s Shih Tzu isn’t cute.  It looks like a dirty mop.  So now, I have to worry about their taste in playmates…and their digging habits. 

Here’s Mr. We’ve Had Them Since They Were Tiny fixing the hole.  With stakes.  Now the dogs won’t be able to get out and vampires won’t be able to get in.  He’s also threatening to put an electric fence around our yard.  Pretty sure that means we would shock the neighbor kids.  Which means we would go to some sort of electricity prison.

While the fence was undergoing reconstructive surgery, the dogs hid behind me. 

They got a stern talking to.  Check out Pink, he’s saying, “I surrender, have mercy good sir!”

No dogs were harmed *yet* in the making of this message. 

So, my dreams of having well behaved, neutered dogs are gone.  But at least we won’t be having any Shih Tzu/lab mix puppies.