..when REB gets bored. Poor Gryff.
I like how sped Hank looks. I like how Gryff ripped his eye to make him look even more that way (o_O;
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Posts Tagged ‘Gryff’
This is what happens
21
Aug
Memory Lane
25
Mar
This is Humphrey the Hippo. He was Gryff’s very first toy (aside from his puppy Kong).
Humphrey is more than a friend to him though. He was Gryff’s companion, compadre, his bestie.
We decided to see what it would be like if Humphrey and Gryff were reunited after months of separation.
Gryff was pretty stoked to his pal back in his life. After taking this picture, something happened.
I started to cry. Well, almost. OK, I was tearing up and didn’t want REB to see, so I hid it.
I know I shouldn’t be upset that he’s grown up into the best dog ever (seriously), but I always think of him as that little bean we got over a year ago.
if you observe on the left, Gryff used to be the size of Humphrey. He couldn’t even pick him up. All he could really do was gnaw on his tail with his puppy teeth. On the right, is today. Over a year later.
sniff sniff…as he’s all…sniff…grown up…sob..
Humphrey has seen some better days. To be real honest, I think he was used more as a teething toy than a companion.
It’s so dirty and chewed up! It’s pretty gross to think his mouth was kind of gross and made things dirty. Yuck!
He not only nommed all over Humphrey, but he also pulled out the stuffing. I think that’s the reason he got put back into the Gryffy toy box. Not joking.
Another reason why we probably put Humphrey BACK into his toy box was because of how filthy he is… This can’t be sanitary. o_O
I don’t want to get rid of the hippo. Like Mr. Bear to me, I want Gryff to always have the first toy he ever had. This toy used to spend many nights with him in his crate, helping him through his first night away from his birth mommy -tear-, helping him cope with spending a few hours alone each day while REB and I were at work, and helping him teeth comfortably. He’s an important part of his life!
Who am I kidding? He’s part our of lives too. Call that lame, but whatever.
They’ve both mellowed out over the months, but they’ll always be best friends. That much is true.
Together, these two can conquer the world! …or the living room at least.
Only Four…?
25
Feb
Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman, is trying to kill me.
OK, not really, but that’s the only way I can justify the photo assignment she’s having this week.
P-Dubs has a photo assignment every now and then, which allows her fans and blog-followers showcase their “best of” photos. Then she picks finalists and gives out sweet prizes. A pretty nice gig if you ask me.
So this week when I saw she was having another photo assignment, I know I wasn’t the only one who was anxiously waiting to see what it was.
This week’s topic?
Dog portraits.
You see why I said she’s trying to kill me?
Does she even KNOW me…?
Mmmmk, don’t answer that.
Everyone knows how much I obsess about my dog, Gryff. He’s the best and cutest dog. No contest. Everyone also knows that I obsess about him so much that I have 600+ photos of him. At least. And I post his pictures here on my blog and ALL OVER my Flickr.
How am I ever going to submit only FOUR (one each day) for this assignment…?? This is like the biggest challenge ever! An impossible feat, if you will.
The first two entries were the following:
Unfortunately, I didn’t make Group 1 of the finalists. There were some adorable pictures, though. I don’t know if first-day-we-got-Gryff picture will make Group 2 of the finalists, but a girl can dream, right?
I’ve never won any of her contests or giveaways (or any contest or giveaway for that matter…). So when I saw this one was about our canine besties, I got pretty excited thinking, “Maybe…just maybe…I have a shot.” And then I saw all the other entries, which put my amateur photography to shame.
It hit me last night that this is too hard for me, as lame as that sounds. Seriously. It’s hard not to submit all 600+ (or is it more like 1000+ now? o_O) photos of him so the world can see how cute he is. Well, actually, not that hard since we can only post one per day – ha. But you get my point.
Today’s submission was an actual portrait I took of him yesterday:
It’s totally lame that I get all nervous and restless over these contests and assignments (darn you, Ree!). However, I’m a proud goggie mama, and I love sharing pictures of him to the world (^__^)
I don’t even know what I’ll post tomorrow as the final submission, but that’s something I can get nervous and foolishly-stressed about later. I do love seeing all the other submissions, though. Dogs are the cutest, most amazing animals ever! And I love that she’s giving everyone an opportunity to obsess about their dogs just a little more than usual.
And hey, even if I don’t make any finalist groups, that’s OK. The Gryffster is always going to be #1 in my book. Well, in the goggie world at least.
Spartan Socks
05
Feb
Anyone who lives in Michigan, knows how cold it can get here. It seems like the winter season goes on for longer than any other season we have here. It starts to get cold in November/December but doesn’t really snow until around Christmas. We get slammed with some kind of snow accumulation in January and then it’s just plain cold, gray and dreary until the end of March. We always get our hopes up that it’s over, and then the first or second week of April brings another vat of snow. It happens every year (from what I’ve seen) and yet, we all know how to gripe and groan about it.
For me, it’s the cold. I hate when it’s bitter cold. I hate when the wind feels like it’s taking off a layer of skin on my face, and my lips gets chapped and I hate the way my skin gets more dry than usual. I complain about the cold constantly. I’m probably the reason our heating bill is so high every year, but I’d rather be warm than be cold and miserable. However, too much heat for me is also a bad thing. So basically, I’m not easy to please when it comes to climate.
That all changed last night. My friend SKB made me socks. Not just any pair of socks. She knitted me a pair of green-and-white-MSU-Spartan socks. She made me socks that have already reduced the amount of complaining I do about the cold.
Did I mention I just got these socks from her yesterday?
I wore them all night. I didn’t complain about the cold once.
Now, most of you might say, “Well then, you big baby, why don’t you just wear socks?”
I’ve done that, and wearing socks that I’ve worn all day are smelly and nasty and feel almost worn out. Something about wearing knit socks is comforting and cozy.
She came to Cube Land to deliver the socks to me. Now that’s what I call service!
…OK maybe she was there to see her hubby who sits across from me, but still. She adores me, and this proves it. As you can see, I was a satisfied customer.
Perfectly crafted…
…and a perfect fit! Feet are gross and gross me out, so I apologize for this shot. But look how cute they are!
I’m amazed that people can do this. They swivel little needles around so meticulously and this is the end result. You can distinctly see where the heel is and where the toe is. It’s so cool!
SKB and her hubby have a cat. The Buddy Cat apparently left his smell on the socks, which drove Gryff WILD. The minute I took the socks out of my bag, he ran over and did this. I mean, I’ve never seen my dog so interested in smelling something.
“These are interesting. Where’d you get them? And why do they smell like something other than me?”
Didn’t take him long to get over it. Even he found them comfortable.
The puppyman approves.
And I do too! Thanks SKB! You’re the best!!
He’s so brave!
02
Feb
I know I’ve said it a countless number of times just how much I love my dog. I treat him like a kid. No joke. Whenever he gets sick or makes a weird noise, I tend to freak out and think something is severely wrong with them. One of my friends even told me, “Never have kids.” Although, part of the time it’s me just being paranoid, most of the time it comes from the fact that I’ve never ever owned a dog before, so anything he does, I’m curious. And besides, what’s wrong with being concerned about someone or something you love?
This past weekend, Gryff got hurt. Like, really hurt. He and REB were playing and REB put him down on the ground and then all of a sudden, Gryff just started yelling. It was the scariest noise ever. He kept whining and yelping and held his front, right leg curled into his body. He couldn’t walk. He was limping and REB and I both freaked out. We thought maybe it was just a sprain and he’d walk it off. But when the “walking it off” turned into limping and then falling down, we knew he had to be taken to the vet.
REB took him to the animal hospital where they took some X-Rays and tried moving his leg. REB said he wasn’t allowed in the back, but he could hear the yelping and high-pitched crying from all the way in the waiting room. I’m sure I would have started bawling my eyes out like a baby. Little animals shouldn’t get hurt. The site of it, the sound of it – it just breaks my heart.
The end result was Gryff getting some doggy morphine and he can walk normally. They think he sprained his elbow and also found a weird line in his bone, which by the looks of it, doesn’t seem too serious, though they’re going to follow up with us when they know for sure. He’s been ordered not to run or play, which really stinks when your breed is supposed to run and play and do “jobs”. Since he can’t be too active, he’s also not allowed to jump on or off the couch or onto the bed. He’s been restrained to his crate every night, which really stinks. As much as I complain about not having any room in the bed when he sleeps in it, it really does stink when he’s not there at all. :(
Behind bars. Totally breaks my heart. He does like his crate though, which is good when we leave him for the day and go to work, or out at night. But I doubt he likes it when it’s contained to it for 8-9 hours like he has been the past few nights.
The leg he hurt. It’s healing wonderfully. It was kind of swollen and if you touched it, he’d whimper.
He couldn’t even stand like that two days ago. Corgis are tough little dogs, and he’s proven that completely. He’s so brave! A lot more brave than me, that’s for sure. By Friday, he should be in tip-top shape, we hope!
Puppy play date
17
Jan
Today Gryff met his second cousin, Luda. REB”s cousin is the proud, new owner of an English bulldog and he is the cutest little thing ever! He’s only about 5 months old, but he already weighs more than Gryff. I was so glad I was able to see the two of them play together before I had to leave to go on site for work.
They hit it off pretty much right away
“Not now, mom! I’m busy playin…!!!”
Um, this might be the best photo of Luda, ever. Caption contest, anyone?
Aww…tired already?
Nope.
I love, love, LOVE those ears!!
They did eventually start to get tired.
Nope, fooled us again.
Nom on the jowls.
“You talkin’ to me?”
Puppy play dates are the best. It’s even more fun when the other dog is excited to play with Gryff. It makes for an easy going evening for REB and me because Gryff passes out for the next two days. Can’t wait to see little Luda again soon!
Happy Birthday, Gryff!
17
Jan
They grow up so fast, don’t they? I can still remember March 19, 2009 like it was yesterday. He had endured a 10+ hour trip from Texas to be with us. He looked so scared and was the tiniest little bean I had ever seen. And now, one year later, he’s the most handsome, regal, and most wonderful companion to REB and myself.
He is already wise beyond his ears. I have incredibly deep conversations with him and he offers the best advice to me.
Those ears can hear into the future and listen into your soul. No lie. I’m also pretty sure he helps NASA with those satellite ears. My little astronaut!
So, what does the 1-year-old boy get for his birthday?
A Frosty Paw of course! Nothing like a beef-flavored ice cream cup to celebrate your birthday….yum…(o_O)
“Really? You can’t wait until I’m done eating to take my picture? I’m eating here!”
*oink*
Mmmk…no need to gnaw on the cup
I think that’s enough. No need to turn him into one of those chubbier Corgis (sad, btw). I like how concerned he looks that FOOD is being taken away from him. Oinker.
Now that’s good eatin’
Yup. I’m a proud mama. He might really be a dog now, but that little image of him as the bean he used to be, is always going to be implanted in my head. *tear* Happy Birthday, buddy!
Hard knock life
08
Jan
Jowls. It’s such a weird and funny word. He basically passed out since coming home from doggy day camp.
**snore**
It should be noted that I was basically squeezed into one corner of the couch and his long frame took up the rest of the couch.
The snow keeps his paws pink and clean. There would be gross dirt in there otherwise. Yuck.
I wish I had taken a video. He started twitching and making little noises. I suspect he was running in his dream and chasing squirrels.
Yup, it’s a hard knock life for Gryff. But he seems to deal with it pretty well.
Cleocatra, comin' atcha
21
Dec
My sister brought her cat, Cleocatra (aka Cleo) when she and my brother-in-law came to stay with REB and me over the weekend. She kind of had to be quarantined to the guest room. This was mostly so she wouldn’t get stressed out by Gryff, or that Gryff would come want to play with her, and also because a lot of people makes her a little uneasy.
We ended up setting up a baby gate so she could come into the hallway from the room, and Gryff could still leave her alone.
Although they had met before, it was very exciting for Gryff to be this close to Cleo. They were curious about each other, which was adorable.
She’s so pretty. We were all surprised she tolerated Gryff as well as she did. “Oh, there he is.”
In the protection of her No-Gryff zone.
My sister wanted a picture with Gryffzilla. It would have worked except he was too concerned and crying that he couldn’t play with Cleo…who was staring at him at the time this photo was taken.
“Oh…that weird animal went that way…”
“Nope. Now he’s back over here…staring at me again.”
“I know I’m pretty. You look weird and can’t get to me.”
Then Cleo wasn’t interested in Gryff or me anymore and retreated to the room. It freaks me out when animal eyes do this with a camera flash.
Yup, that’s Cleocatra in a nut shell. She isn’t super social, but she sits pretty for the camera and likes to play with meeces and string. So very feline.
Gryffzilla and snow
09
Dec
When we got Gryff last March, the Michigan weather Gods weren’t quite done dumping more snow on us. If you live in Michigan, you know that it won’t snow until December-ish, and it will last until the first or second week of April. It’s something we get used to and something I complain about constantly because I think the snow should be around for Christmas then leave my presence until the following year. Gryff has seen snow before, but he was about 10 weeks old when he first saw it. It was clear he didn’t remember his first experience in the snow.
We got our first real hit of snow last night and I concluded that my dog was part-bunny.
Investigating what these strange white specks are falling from the sky. This was before it really started to come down.
About two hours later, we had to take him out again and this time, it had accumulated. It was hard to get a snapshot of his paws. He was so excited that he kept stepping all over the place and covering up previous prints.
Doesn’t seem like much, but it got thicker as the night went on.
I love the first snowfall when it’s untouched and clean. I find this so peaceful and serene.
…In about two or three months, remind me that I said the above comment. I won’t believe you because I’ll be too busy pouting and complaining about how the snow won’t melt and I wish spring were here.
Not only did he literally bite at the snowflakes coming down, he also buried his nose in the ground and scoot forward. Then shake his head, snort and put on his dorky smile. “Look what I did! Did you see? Did you??”
He quickly picked up on how much fun he’d had in the snow and when we were back inside, he stuck his nose through the patio blinds and whimpered because he wanted to go back outside. I already have a feeling that even though we could get 3 feet, or more, of snow on the ground, we’ll be making trips to the dog park this winter if it’s open.
Good to know our dog is a snow dog. Maybe he could take me to work on days I don’t want to drive…
