Tag Archives: Nemo

Housekeeping fail

Love this because it’s true. Thankfully, I can call in Sparky to handle emergencies when Nemo slacks off.

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Nemo turns six years old today

The more things change, the more some things stay the same. He may have outgrown the vent and the bathroom, but he is still very much an A/C whore.

6th bday

Nap time

Nap time at Gramma’s. ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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Near miss vet visit

I really hate going to the vet. Thank goodness we were there for Sparky and not me this time.

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Boogeyman

Phoofie bites toes or fingers or tails if they hang over the bed in the middle of the night. Nemo is fully convinced the cat IS the boogeyman.

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Monster

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I slept through Day 31. Ooops.

When I woke up this morning, tangled in amongst the fleece blankets was Monster. As usual.

I picked up Monster at a garage sale a few years ago as a dog toy gift for the boys. At the time, Rico was still in his rip-and-tear phase, so I held off giving him this blue fuzzy toy with its little appendages that could be nibbled and pulled off. There’s nothing worse than a toy bleeding puffs of polyfil all over the house, except cleaning up the yard after a certain dog has managed to ingest some of said polyfil.

Perhaps because I treated Monster like precious gold while teaching Rico the words “don’t shred,” Rico also treated and still treats Monster like the prize of a lifetime. No matter how many times I place Monster in the toy basket with the other toys, Rico invariably will pick out the fuzzy blue guy and put him on my bed up near the pillows. In fact, the dog doesn’t seem to be able to nap unless Monster is on the bed. I have often posted pictures of Rico napping with Monster tucked under his paw or using the toy as a pillow. Not one other toy in the basket gets as much love and respect from Rico – and Nemo for that matter – as does Monster. IMG_8247

Since I have been pretty much bed-bound for the past eight months, I actually cannot recall a time when Monster was not in bed with me. I think this poor stuffed guy has been the go-to cuddler when the boys weren’t around, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rolled over onto him, or rolled over and gone face to face with him. The boys have chawed on his squishiness, bopped me in the head with him, held him high with their paws while lying on their backs as though Monster were the baby Lion King, and nuzzled and stuffed the toy under the blankets and up against my back more times than I can count. If he fell off the bed, the boys would retrieve him and replace him up near the pillows by my head. He needs a bath for sure, the poor thing.

I imagine that my In-Home Dog Therapists had somehow decided that if they could not be in the bed with me at every given moment, they needed to entrust the job to someone they could count on. Apparently, Monster was chosen for the job.

IIMG_8144t amazes me how much dogs really think through things and how they are so often right. One thing I know is that the boys made a good choice in delegating the 24/7 supervision task to Monster. Bless his little fuzzy blue heart, he has been here for the duration. When I went to change the bed today, I had moved him over to the toy basket. After I was done putting nice clean sheets and blankets on, it just didn’t look right.

So I put him back on the bed where he belongs.

Day #32: Cherished gifts from my dogs.

Re-blogged from SuperSparklyMe.

Grey muzzles

IMG_8199My Nemo’s muzzle is gone nearly all silver. He was right up near the pillow when I took this picture and I am surprised it came out in focus. He usually makes the effort to sneak up next to me not so much to cuddle the way Rico does, but because he wants something he doesn’t have thumbs to get. Dogs have no guile.

The big guy is five and a half years old now. I still remember the day he was born, when the Puppy Fairy delivered nine puppies to Daisy, the pregnant dog I had rescued from the neighbor next door. We won’t go there right now. This is about happy stuff and we did find a good home for Daisy.

Nemo grew up with not one, but two nanny dogs, the first being Emily the Great Pyrenees who passed away when Nemo was just six months old and the second being Sadie, the Yellow Lab who just recently passed away. He has lived with cats and chickens his entire life as well as with Sparky, his elder dog brother by two years. Nemo’s younger dog brother would be Rico, who is just over three years old. Phoofie has been a mainstay and nemesis for Nemo’s entire life so far. Of course, at eleven years old, the cat pretty much just naps all day and ignores the dogs anyway.

When I got sick last year, the lying around staring at the ceiling activity level I have had makes me appreciate that my dogs are here providing in-home dog therapy the way they do. When I get my hair to grow back, I’m not even going to complain about it being all grey any more. At this point, I will be satisfied to simply have hair.

My shiny, black puppy has grown to 140lbs at his heaviest, 125lbs when he’s at his best weight, and has acquired quite a few silver threads on his schnozzola. Grey hairs signify life lived, history made, time spent. Nobody will ever love you the way your dog does.

Day 16: Grey muzzles are beautiful.

Reposted from SuperSparklyMe.com.