The Wells'

The Tall One's Dad came out for a visit last weekend. While the people worked on house projects I dug holes around the yard, hunted salamanders in the creek, ate sticks and begged for food. The small one dognapped me for a couple fun rides too! Here are some photos of our Saturday working in the yard.

These flowers (bleeding hearts) are popping all over the yard. They, however do not taste as good as they look.

Here we have the Wells boys burning stuff.

And now they're working hard making sure the fire doesn't spread. Apparently this task requires quite a bit of beer.

Oh, and I don't know if I've shown you this but the small one finally has a tree fort (she always wanted one so it was a big selling point on the house). I can't get in so I just circle the perimeter and bark occasionally to remind her that I'm all alone on the ground.

And here's Tom making sure the rake doesn't get away while enjoying the warm toasty fire that raged all weekend. I have a lot less sticks to eat now.

The small one found these while clearing yard debris. Luckily when she went back to see if they'd been abandoned the mama bird was happily keeping them warm. Now they just have to keep me from eating them!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

The stick

My friend Daisy's person Miles came over today to film my miraculous stick extraction project. It's a pretty sweet video! Thanks for filming Miles. It's shot in HD so if you want to see the full screen version just click on the box with the four tiny arrows in the lower right hand corner or click the link below to see it on You Tube which might be a bit higher quality.

See it on You Tube right here.

Ghosts= Mice

It's been a rough week without the tall one at the Woxague household. You see, every morning around 4am I've been waking up to some pretty creepy noises. I was sure it was something very threatening so I took to pacing the hallway infront of the bedroom to protect the short one which would wake her up and she doesn't really like being awake at 4am. At first we thought perhaps it was a zombie trying to get in, then we thought it might be aliens, then we thought it must be a ghost but since it hadn't attacked yet it was probably casper or slimer (you know, the friendly but somewhat annoying sorts of ghosts). And finally we realized it was a ferocious... mean... terrible... mouse. Yep, we've been loosing hours of precious sleep over a teeny tiny little mouse. It's taken to chewing open all the containers in the spice drawer. Must be in to spicy foods because so far it's enjoyed a fair amount of curry, ginger, turmeric, cumin, cinnamon, thyme and rosemary. Luckily the food is secured in the pantry which has proven mouse proof. So, that's my story for the week. I'll spare you the details of what we are doing about said mouse. Let's just say I was motivated to write this post because I heard a loud SNAP! come from the spice drawer.

Dog Jedi

It's a good thing I'm around to keep my peeps from falling off their bikes. For example, in this photo I am using my Jedi skills to keep Jason's bike from falling over sideways. Had I not been there to help he'd be toast. I like toast though so that would be cool.

Right now I'm kickin it with my grandogma, eating lots of food, and waiting for the girls to get back from Sea Otter in Monterey where they're no doubt having a great time. Perhaps I'll have some photos of said good times when they get back. Rumor has it they were hanging out with a few people who actually read this blog!

My new job

There is a creek in out yard and amongst the fish, crawdads, rocks and bugs I have found that it contains an excessive amount of sticks. I have taken it upon myself to remove all sticks from the creek which is very hard work.


Sticks are sometimes hard to catch so I wait until I think they are not watching...


And then I strike!


Sometimes the stick escapes (I'm not very good at holding my breath so the underwater battle is short)...


And sometimes I win and proceed to do my crazy stick dance.



And then, I feast!




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Things I Love

I love these green shoes. 97% of the time, when they are placed on the feet of the small person it means I get to go run around and smell stuff outside in areas that I'm not supposed to go by myself. These ugly green shoes are my ticket to freedom so once in a while I just stare at them hoping they'll get pulled off the shoe rack. It usually works. Anna's a sucker for my sad lab eyes.








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More of my Peeps

The two legged ones ditched me and headed for Everybody's Brewing for lunch. This is Gradogpa and the small one's brother Paul. They didn't bring me anything either. Where's the love I ask? Where?










They had fun. I slept.