Whippet Snippets

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

He's back. So's the camera. Lots of pictures. Lots of memories. Some of those pictures involve dogs but not too many, because there can only be one special dog on this blog.

Boy at left with a banner hailing the Nikko Ice Bucks of the Asian Hockey League.

Now that Boy's come back, so too have the coddling fests, as evidenced by this picture taken shortly after his return.

Boy's left foot is purple and swollen. He injured his ankle walking in the dark in a field in a town in Hokkaido. One of many stories. Many more pictures to come.

                              

 

Pupparazzi

Ribsy didn't know that the pupparazzi was following him around all weekend. Actually, he was just too entertained to notice. Thanks to Bald Guy for all the pics. Note proximity of Bald Guy to bone. This is the closest he's ever been to meat!

Click here to see the entire weekend lowdown, including sizzling bowling butt action shots! 

Ribsy did remember posing in the next photo shoot challenge toward becoming Canada's next top dog model. Shown here with Girl and this guy in red and white (is that Jay Manuel? Or maybe Tyra).

         

   

Thanks Fizzio and Bald Guy for a swell weekend!

Moose

Ribsy was pleasantly surprised to see that his weekend guest Bald Guy - plus Fizzio - hadn't quite left yet. Girl was off to work in her steamy white car, no doubt dropping the poor thing off at the auto repair shop first. Instead of combatting an empty house full of boredom, there were the houseguests to let him out potty, to play fetch with him in the backyard, and to take him out for the walk of walks. Two hours later (fourteen hours in dog time) Ribsy was knackered. He was sorry to see Bald Guy leave today, off to catch the ferry with his pop, who smelled kinda moosy. But he was happy to see that Girl came back home in a not-so-noisy, not-so-steamy white car. Now Ribsy's playing hide and seek as he dodges the scary vaccuum cleaner. Girl and Fizzio are doing a last minute clean up job before Boy gets back tomorrow. He'll be on the plane in a few hours. Sniffy's getting his nose and scoot-scoot-scoot greeting ready.

Not so Vic-Bore-e-ah

Ribsy had a super busy weekend. He was pooped from entertaining his weekend guest Bald Guy, who he guess was a close friend of Fizzio's. "He's your god-dad!" reminded Girl. Anyway, it was refreshing to hear a low male voice in the household, and it was cool to get walked out to a whole bunch of places with the three of them, including downtown, Cook Street Village and Dallas Road. Plus he met Santa Paws and got his picture taken with him. Victoria's not so boring, contrary to what this song says.
He also managed to fit in his usual playdate at the UVic dog park. But because Girl had some steamy car troubles, they couldn't make it today. This also meant that Girl, Fizzio and Bald Guy had to make use of the bus and taxi system to navigate their way to Mayfair Bowling Lanes - where Bald Guy tied for top score, not bad for a social bowler amongst super-competitive physio types. It was clear that Fizzio worked at a fun place though. She will surely be missed there. As she will be here, thought Ribsy.
Sunday dinner was a busy affair with the whole crew, including Theresa. A veggie pasta and lemon meringue pie feast later, it was off home to watch The Greatest Canadian. But not for ol' Sniffy Magoo. No he's nestled into a soft spot onto the couch and he's gurgling himself quickly to sleep. Too much fun for this pooch in this town.

Newbies and noshies

Ribsy met a new friend in the neighborhood tonight, on his apres-diner trot. Mojo is an adorable four-month old chocolate lab. That poor naive chubby puppy. He didn't mind getting trounced, bounced, and flounced by the Ribeye. Wait a couple of months, he'll be back...and he'll be bigger. Heh heh.

In the meantime that Ribbers was flexing his muscles tonight. And his jaw muscles too. Girl bought him a 1 lb bonanza bag full of 100% natural beefhide to gnaw on. Speaking of gnaw, Fizzio will get her new replacement shoes tomorrow. That's also when Bald Guy is coming into town. No not Santa Claus. Santa Maus....er.

Dinner update: tonight it was Japanese take-out from Hillside Mall. Bad girls! Bad! Ribsy thought. They should try to eat as well as he does: fresh broccoli, rice, chicken. Hmm. Where does all his wonderful food come from anyway?

Take-out was better than Girl's would-be company Xmas dinner (in November!) at the Fireside Grill. Girl would much rather be with her pooch & a real friend. But tomorrow is looking really good - Ukranian supper night at the cultural centre. Perogies & cabbage rolls galore, oh my!

Foody Goody

Ribsy's glad that Girl will be joining him at home soon. No doubt when she cuts that place loose she'll be a happier Girl. He doesn't want to see her sad anymore. Oh, and she'll probably be feeding him more too. Yum. 'Cause whenever she's home she can't resist giving him morsels. Tonite it was grated cheese, courtesy of the burritos that Girl and Fizzio made for dinner. They finished the whole El Paso kit. Yeah, the one that supposedly feeds a family of four. Burp.

Drooling

Soon Ribsy will have a perma, all-day playmate in Girl. Come December 15. And Boy's coming back next week. Plus that Fizzio may leave her door open again. Drop a honkin' bone from the sky and call that Ribsy. Can life get any better?

PS - Why didn't Girl and Fizzio figure out that the mall wasn't open late on Tuesdays here in Victoria? They slipped into the car, drove 100 feet, and together said OOPS.

Chewsy Pooch

Ribsy couldn't believe his luck. That fizzio left her nice-smelling room open, inviting him in to explore her things that she left behind. Oh wow! How nice of her! What's this! Her pen! Gnaw gnaw gnaw. Her shoes! Gnaw gnaw gnaw. Pretty soon, her Hush Puppies turned into Mush Puppies.

Upon her return, Fizzio was remarkably calm! "Pets will be pets," she shrugged, fondly describing to Girl how her Kitty kindly barfs up hairballs and the like throughout the house. Looking on the bright side of things, at least Ribsy liked her stuff enough to mawl. And yes, he even liked her underwear enough too to lovingly wedge into the couch.

So it's off to Project Shoe Replacement at Hillside Mall tonight.

Ribsy, you've got mail

Ribsy's all tickled pink. He got an e-mail from Boy today telling him how much he misses him. He can't wait to see him next week that's for sure. In the meantime, Girl is keeping him very busy.

Today he went to the dog park again, zooming and running. When the big boys (you know the lab/retreiver kind) all latched onto a big stick at the same time, poor Ribsy couldn't reach to grab a piece of the pie. Too short and too easily pushed around, he contented himself to frenzied barking and a brief flirty spin with a springer spaniel.

He didn't have to wait too long to see more action - a lot more action. At noon he had a playdate with Trooper, the whippet x. Trooper now has a little sister, a Chihuahua/terrier x named Frankie. So off they went running around the baseball diamond, with Trooper in the lead, Ribsy a frustrated second, and a spirited Frankie a closed third. On and on they played, rolled around in the mud and ate dirt together. Panting and exhausted, they were still at each other even when their respective peoples leashed them up to go home.

A shadowing around the yard while Girl raked leaves, a dinner, and a walk later, and Ribsy's out for the count. The countdown until Boy's back that is.

Island life at its best

Ribsy spent his Saturday evening alone, as Girl went to see the new Bridget Jones movie. He was all tuckered out from the day's activities, which started off with a romp at the UVic dog park with Bailey, Lucy, Roxy and all the rest of the gang. His striped turtleneck sweater did not stop him from being crowned the Park Flirt. Teasing all the dogs with a wag, a crouch, a wink or slink, he'd dash off, running off in a mad frenzy to prove that he was the fastest pooch in the west. It was a sight to see, that is, if it didn't make you all rapidly dizzy first.

Then it was off to hang out at the new Starbucks at Cardboro Bay. Over on the Island, there is indeed still room for more Starbucks locations as they haven't quite cornered every corner - or in some instances in the Lower Mainland - two corners of every intersection. Ribsy and Bailey liked it because lots of people petted their heads. Plus they had a posh doggie water bowl outside, which always earns bonus slobbers from the canine crowd.

Then Linda dropped Girl off at that white moving thing. But what's this? Why aren't we getting in that thing? Why aren't we going home? Why are you swearing at yourself? Why are you frantically taking me for a run down the hill and towards where we came from? Why are we stopping at this lovely pet store so that you can frantically make a phone call? Oh, too  many questions! There's friendly pet store people giving me treats! Ribsy could get used to this rather unexplicable action.

And this big jolly man with a white beard and red suit is propping up  all these other dogs on his lap, and this other man is snapping their photos.

And this Western Canada manager for Eagle Pack pet foods is showing Ribsy with cans of food and yummy biscuits. This really is getting good.

So, Girl and Ribsy waited for Linda to rescue them from Chez Terry's, with Girl's car key that she left inside of Linda's car. Oops.

After being saved, Girl and Ribsy met a lady who taught them a few dog training tips (the same ones that worked on the Littlest Hobo). It was lovely to see Ribsy respond positively to the positive methods.

After a brief nap, dinner was had and a lovely romp spent chasing the soccer ball in the back yard.

Yes, weekends are great. And it's not even over. Dog Park, round II is tomorrow morning.