Cappy and Ollie's human nephew, Cayden was born on November 7, 2010 at 6:19 am. 20 3/4" tall, weighed in at 7 lbs. 13 oz. and is a real Cutie Patootie. He's absolutely perfect from his nose to his toes and to his little *whoop de doo*.
Cayden, straight from the Delivery Room
Here's proud, tired Grandma who looks like she was in labor herself. There is nothing like spending the night in a hospital waiting room.
Mom and baby are doing fine. Homecoming is tomorrow.
Hi Everyone. Once again, I will be transferring my blog to my nephew Nova for a couple of weeks and leave it in his capable (?) paws. My assistant is in Michigan with Lauren who should be giving Ollie and me a nephew soon.
In the meantime, I've posted a picture for Teddy Bear of OUR harvest - just a handful of minuscule green tomatoes. Farmers of America (and of the world) can rest at night knowing that Mom is definitely not in competition with them.
How sad !
On the positive side, Mom has a green thumb when it comes to growing jade plants. A no-brainer. Just prune a branch, stick it in the soil and it self-roots. Since the plant is a succulent, it's water-retaining and adapts to arid soil.
There's also a dragon plant and some begonias in the photo which are surprisingly thriving.
Can't get any easier than that.
Hopefully, I'll still be checking everyone's blogs and adding my comments.
Halloween has always been a special holiday in our house. My younger sister, Jessica was a scheduled C-Section and she was supposed to be born on October 28th. Mom told the doctor that she couldn't be "available" until after Halloween because Dad was not the type to take Lauren (who was 4 years at the time) all over the neighborhood to trick-or-treat.
The doctor said that it was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard, but Mom stood her ground and Jessica was born on November 3rd. According to Mom, she and Lauren made the rounds for 2 hours and hit just about every house in the neighborhood --- and then some.
I think that greedy Mom just wanted all the candy. She was dressed as a pumpkin and more than filled out the costume.
November is a great month for birthdays, Ollie ~ 11/1, Lorenza ~ 11/2 and Jessica ~ 11/3 and our nephew is due sometime in November.
A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY POST TO HONOR THE BIRTHDAY PEOPLE WILL FOLLOW ON NOVEMBER 1ST.
These are our pumpkins. I'm the scowling one (hehe) and Ollie is the happy face.
Here is the pièce de résistance:
Ollie and I are *Candy Corns* and HE had to tolerate the silly hat (but not for long).
I was really annoyed that I had to wear that dopey poncho and wouldn't let Mom near me to tie the strings.
Here is a front and back view of our costumes. It's raining today and I'm hoping that the Dog Park will be really muddy on Sunday so we don't have to parade around looking like idiots.
Dad took a vacation day and was attempting to assemble his workbench in the garage He said that he needed a workbench because he had to "cut a piece of wood". Yeah, right !!!
Ollie and I decided that he needed a LOT of help, so we stepped in to supervise and to add our expertise.
Click on this picture to enlarge it and you'll learn the proper way to hold a screwdriver.
Notice our *laser eyes* and heads full of knowledge.
After all of our suggestions, barking, yipping and yapping, Dad determined that he needed solo concentration ~~ and so we were banished to the confines of the house.
Do these look like happy faces?
Apparently the Deities decided that Dad did need help and he received it in the form of two stray dogs who trotted into the garage.
Helpless Dad called Mom who took charge of the situation. After establishing that the two canines were friendly, she was able to read the tags on the collars and left a voice mail for the owner who responded about 15 minutes later.
The dogs' pawrent was shopping in the next town about 45 minutes away and she still had to pick up her son from school. The family only lived a block away and it was baffling how the two escape artists were able to get out of a securely fenced-in yard.
The dogs, Allie and Luna stayed with us for about an hour and a half and Mom was in doggie heaven. New dogs to spoil.
Allie and Luna together. Allie is the black Lab and we're not sure of Luna's breed. Gracious hostess that she is, Mom provided water and wholesome doggie treats for the unexpected guests.
Here's Mom and Allie . . .
Allie and Luna were finally reunited with their frantic and grateful family and we were rewarded with a lot of treats for sharing our family with them. It wasn't easy on MY part - Ollie was more accepting.
Note to Mom - Please don't even THINK about establishing a Doggie Day Care Center.
For some inexplicable reason, in order to get to the *comment section*, a lot of down-scrolling is necessary. ???
Mom has a serious problem. She's addicted to mailing packages, and to say that she absolutely LOVES doing it is an understatement. (She should apply for a position in a Shipping Department instead of merely settling for her status as a *Trophy Wife*.) This condition has been ongoing for a while. It started when my sister Jessica went to Cal. Mom was afraid that she would starve to death, so she started sending her goodies and *stuff* ~~ every week.
Jessica played on the Cal softball team for four years and if my pawrents weren't able to make a game, Mom sent snacks (a LOT of snacks) for the team to the hotel where they were staying. She had the timing perfected, so they always received the packages during their stay.
Sorry to say, but I think that Mom is one can short of a six-pack.
Now, after the 6th package for my nephew, (and he's not even born yet), here's yet another one. The Gerber line of products were on sale and they were calling Mom's name.
USPS has flat rate mailing boxes and a lot of things can fit into their large box. Postage-wise, Mom wanted to get more bang for the buck, so she added extras like boxes of See's Halloween candy, along with toothbrushes and toothpaste for Lauren and Dave in Michigan. Of course my canine nephew and niece, Nova and Sadie couldn't be left out, so there's also dog treats in the box. Magazines add extra weight, so they were included also.
Here I am, inspecting the package.
Okay, it's good to go.
There's only one serious problem. That postage money could have been better spent on me and Ollie.
FINALLY . . . Northern California received cooler temperatures and off we went to the Dog Park.
Ollie insisted on helping Dad drive, while I sat politely on Mom's lap.
Here we are, raring to go . . .
Surprisingly, the small dog section was practically deserted.
There was a Maltese with pink bows leaving as we arrived. Ollie really gave her the once over. He soon found another female. Fickle Ollie. Here she is, kissing up to him. (Nice butt shot of that Pug, Mom)
Since I'm a little rambunctious and very intimidating to other well-behaved dogs, I'm under the close supervision of Dad when we're in the park.
As we were ready to leave, we heard a cacophony of shrill snarling and growling. Lo and behold, there was a shaved version of a mini-me who was barking his head off at the people and dogs walking by. Not to be outdone, I joined in with my own bellowing and the entire park was treated to a clamoring Eskie Barkfest. Mom managed to get a picture of the Eskie. Notice how he's eying her suspiciously. That's MY look.
When I saw the "Go to the Park" bag sitting on the counter, I got very excited. That's the paw-print bag Mom uses whenever we go to the Doggie Park, out to get ice cream, or on a trip to Monterey or Carmel. It's always filled with water, bowls, clean-up bags, toys, snacks and treats for us. Off we went in the car. I thought that it was a little strange that Ollie didn't come along with us, but I just figured I was Mom's favorite.
Was I ever wrong !!!
We went to this building that was vaguely familiar and then I KNEW ~~~ No fun day in the park today ~~~ we went on a trip to the V-E-T !!! Apparently I was shaking my head a lot and all signs indicated that I had another ear infection, only this time, both ears were infected. Lucky me !
Here I am happily smiling, but not for long.
The indignation of it all - I was muzzled, and both ears were flushed and treated. I did as well as could be expected under the circumstances. I was given a shot and a"goodie bag" of medicine. Mom and I undoubtedly will be matching wits when she tries to sneak the medicine in me.
Sorry to say that I usually lose.
Here's a picture of me and Dr. Jaspal Harika. Notice that I'm not snarling at him or even attempting to bite a finger (not even thinking about doing it). Mom absolutely adores him. She says that he has a "presence", akin to Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer. He's right-on-target with his diagnosis and is very caring and personable. If he can get a smile out of me, he has to be phenomenal.
. . .and the cost for this *fun time*, well,
I hope that Mom wasn't counting on purchasing an Isabella Fiore purse . . .
We got this information from Siku's and Teddy Bear's blogs. We'll do anything for a good cause, especially if it involves dogs and food.
For every blog that posts about the PEDIGREE Adoption Drive through September 19th, PEDIGREE will donate a bag of their new Healthy Longevity Food for Dogs to shelters nationwide. It's very simple: write a post, help a dog. How pawesome is that?!
Thursday, September 16 through September 19, the PEDIGREE BlogPaws bloggers will host a Blog Hop, to help raise awareness for the "Write a post, help a dog" effort. That's it. Please share this with everybody. Write your own and go to Life With Dogs to leave a link to your post so Pedigree can find it and count it.
We're #272 - you can barely see *Cappy Days* - but we made it !!!
Hi Everyone - We have a lot of catching up to do. Mom finally brought Grandma here to stay with us in Northern California. She's 90 years old and from New Jersey. There was so much work involved. Mom said that just getting her on a plane was an accomplishment in itself.
It's a big adjustment for everyone. We have to remember to turn on all of the nightlights, leave the lights on in the living room and bathroom and make sure that the baby monitor is on in the upstairs bedroom. It's a good thing that Mom has ME to remind her. Grandma's not really sick, but she can't see or hear well and has trouble walking. She uses a walker and a transport chair.
Ollie and I get along with Grandma, but she isn't used to animals (Are WE animals?) and is a little skittish. Ollie is always sucking around her because she gives him bites of oatmeal cookies.
There is always a constant barrage of people coming into the house. Medicare has provided for a physical therapist, occupational therapist and a visiting nurse to check up on things. Needless to say, I'm my disagreeable, snarling self. A priest is suppose to visit on Friday. Mom said that she is going to ask him to throw some Holy Water on me in the hopes that my disposition will improve. I doubt it ~~ I probably need an Exorcist.
Here's Dad, Grandma and that Ollie who is hogging the camera and blocking my face.
Whenever I have a chance to escape from the gates, I always head over to Grandma's bed.
Here I am sitting on Grandma's lap. She didn't even have to bribe me with cookies.
My Dad had a birthday on August 29th and the family all went out to dinner. Here's Mom, Grandma and Jessica.
The Birthday Boy is anxious to eat his cake.
Dad and Mom (in a rare moment when she actually had a chance to SIT).
This picture of our pathetic garden is especially for Teddy Bear. It's good for a laugh for him and his Dad. The plants are growing wild, but there are no tomatoes.
Notice the recycling can in the background. Mom said that is the next step for the plants. I personally think that she should stick to silk flowers and plastic vegetables and fruit.
We're all anxiously awaiting my nephew's birth in November. Mom had been crocheting baby afghans as soon as she found out that she was going to become a *Granny Chubbs*.
Lastly, yet another package for the baby. Mom said that this will be the "last one". I've heard her say those exact words about 6 times and she's still running off to the Post Office. That kid is already spoiled and he's not even born yet !!! In addition to all that baby loot that he has waiting for him in Michigan, my Pawrents bought the crib, mattress and baby furniture.
Hey Mom and Dad, Ollie and I could use new dog beds.