She's two, obviously.
Posey's First Bike Ride
I've been biking to work all week, in an effort to save cash and get into shape at the same time. Today, Posey joined me on the 25 minute trek:
She seemed to like it—on the scooter she was zipped into a carrier, and couldn't look around much. In the basket, she gets to watch the world go by, and gets to hear more than the scooter engine.
(She seems to have forgotten all about the trip, though, and is currently finding every little crumb that's been dropped on my office floor during her nearly two week absence.)
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August Chill
It's August, but today was cold and rainy. I even bypassed the usual iced coffee for a mug of the hot stuff at work. Posey's got her own survival techniques:
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Posey is Easily Entertained
Posey's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel—the quintessential lapdog. If she can't be on your lap, she wants to be as close to your lap as possible. Let's put it this way: At work today, she got the back two-thirds of my ample office chair, while I balanced on the front third. She had to be next to me (and I'll admit it made it easier to get my work done).
Fast forward to dinner prep time. She's underfoot. Wants to see what we're up to. If we're lucky, it's from the doorway. We're usually not lucky.
I had an idea tonight, though. What if I pulled out her blanket from her crate, and puddled it on the floor just outside the kitchen, in the dining room? Would she settle in on the comfortable perch, and watch the cooking from a distance?
It worked at first. She laid down like a very good dog. Then she grabbed her blanket, and started taking it on a tour of the house, stopping occasionally to shake it to death. I snuck a peek of her contemplating whether or not she could leap up on the couch with the corner of the blanket—which is big enough for at least 10 Poseys—in her mouth. She went for it, and made it.
I snapped this action shot of her shakin' it out.
Mission (inadvertantly) accomplished. I can cook without tripping on her, at least tonight!
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Happy Birthday Posey!
It's Posey's first birthday. Well, tomorrow. We just walked to Furever Pets and got a pile of pupcakes for the other office dogs. Party at 5 pm!
I tucked one pupcake aside, though, for our trip to Sonia's parents' house this weekend for an Easter brunch. Her mom will get a kick out of giving it to Posey.
Morning 'n' Posey
Posey's best dog bud spent the weekend with us (her parents were off celebrating their anniversary at the new Ace Hotel that just opened in Portland).
The second I picked up Morning the adorable pug, they squished themselves onto the front seat of the car, with Morning pinning Posey to the seat with her bum. But Posey didn't mind—they're both into flopping on top of each other and generally being one big pile of puppy chaos.
The two had a great weekend, though by Sunday afternoon, they seemed to get bored with each other (tug of war, mini tennis balls, walks, treats, sniffing, etc), and instead trotted around as a pair. They went back and forth from where Sonia was (upstairs folding laundry) and where I was (in the kitchen baking cookies), to see what we were up to. You could almost read their minds: "We're BORED! What should we do now?"
But as soon as Morning went home, Posey went a little mad—she ran outside and peered out the gate for a few minutes, then came back in and searched the apartment from top to bottom, looking for her little friend.
Latch Key Posey
Posey's at home today, freeing me up to run around town for work (she usually comes to the office with me). She's got a nice set up in the kitchen, with all sorts of chew toys, balls, her stuffed duck, a warm crate, a kong filled with peanut butter, etc. And she opts to sleep all day, instead of playing around.
(If she were with me at the office, however, she'd be begging me to play.)
Sorry the image is so fuzzy—it's a makeshift webcam set-up, a video ichat between two macbooks.
Oh yeah...
In that six month absence from posting, we got a puppy! Her name's Posey, and she's a rescued Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.
She's nine months old, a hair over nine pounds, and tons of fun. That's her opening her Xmas present from my parents' husky, Dakotah.
