Mirabel's back to her usual pesky self! With her stitches taken out, she got the go-ahead to run like a maniac and chase after the frisbee and torment her brother again.
"Hey! The vet didn't say THAT," protested Ribsy. He is glad, though, that the blog can go back to focusing on him. It's about time.
Mirabel would like to thank everyone for their support and kind comments. And special thanks to Shaunna, Skeena and Olive who sent this very lovely get-well card:
Ribsy and Mirabel would like to thank their artsy dog-loving friend for this splendid rendition of Girl and themselves. Can you tell which one's Ribsy and which one's Mirabel?
"Hmm. My face is longer than the dogs'," thought Girl.
Before they dive into a brand new year filled with adventures, posts and pictures, Ribsy and Mirabel would like to share their resolutions with you.
Ribsy: to cut down on the whining.
"I hope so, Mr. Mooch Magoo," said Girl.
Mirabel: to cut down on the farting.
"I'll believe it when I smell it," Girl said dryly.
2010 is going to be a good year. The whippets just have this feeling tickling in their ribs about this.
Best wishes for a happy and fulfilling year, everyone!
Ribsy's Number One Fan came to town to meet her favorite surly hound (and his pesky sister). The two snacked on premium roast beef, dashed along the trails, and basked in the warm summer air. Ribsy, quite naturally, received a greater percentage of hugs, cuddles, kisses, and adoring stares - which was fine by Mirabel, since she's not a girly girl anyway.
Thanks for the visit RNOF! Hope to see you soon in your neck of the woods.
Ribsy got his Marc Johns book Serious Drawings a few weeks ago, and was delighted to find the surprise drawing inside the front cover, beside the first page.
It was a reincarnation of one of his best Post-It Note drawings! Woof.
Got an inkling for some ink of your own? You can order a signed copy complete with a unique drawing from Marc's shop.
The wonderful Victoria, BC artist Marc Johns tweeted about his new Post-It Note drawing today, and Ribsy fully concurs with the ruling.
The local dog park is currently a poo land mine, with turd bombs lying concealed amongst the muddy terrain, waiting to either (a) hitch a ride on an unfortunate shoe, or (b) detonate in Mirabel's eager chops.
Really, folks, how hard is it to bend, grab and toss?
Of course, there are many, many other ways in which a dog owner can be found irresponsible, but failure to pick up your dog's poop is downright inexcusable.
Ribsy thinks it's a no-brainer. I pinch. You pick.
Here's a test: if you're disgusted by the photo below, you're not ready to be a dog owner.
See more (and purchase some) of Marc's drawings on his website.
Guess who's posing with her new pink scented candle, courtesy of Ribsy's Number One Fan? RNOF may have to have a new name on this blog, as her affection for Mirabel is clearly evident. There's room for more than one Hamilton fawn whippet!
But wait! That's not all. Here is Mirabel modeling the sparkly necklace that RNOF also bestowed upon her.
(Ribsy got some Itty Bitty Scary Kitty cookies from Three Dog Bakery so he was amply satisfied. It's clear that the way to a male dog's heart - much like his human counterpart - is through his stomach.)
"Bling it on!" says Mirabel. She's all ears for the good things in life.
Ribsy was reunited with one of his Westcoast fans today. She breezed into the Hammer for a walk along Locke Street, lunch at the Bar on Locke, a visit to the very first Tim Horton's, and a scenic drive around town.
Thanks for the cuddles! I very much enjoyed posing with you, thought Ribsy, who recalled a moment from his puppyhood where he learned how to do exactly that. Pictured here at only four months old, he was a quick study!
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