Scupper's First Bath

Oh dear. How traumatic. It's like 3 year olds who don't want to take baths anymore. But he'll be like this ALL THE TIME. ;) With all the digging and the dirt and the rolling, his white fur looked more gray and brown - but now he's shiny white and black again. He just wasn't too happy with us. Here he is before entrapment, trying desparately to run away.

So sad. Little skinny puppy had to get wet.
At least he doesn't smell like a dirty dog anymore. Just a dog.

Fascinated by stationary objects

This dog is cracking us up. He has now started to notice more of the world around him, and that includes barking at stationary objects. Yesterday, he finally realized there is a bird feeder on a limb in the tree in the yard. Bereft of birds at that particular moment, he still proceeded to bark at it, wondering what the hell it was.

last night, after a good night of track racing (steve moved up to the A's - a faster group that includes national and world champion riders - and he did very respectable - no major ass-whupping) - we were crashed on the couch zoning out to a bit of TV, checking the returns to make sure that Obama did some ass-whupping of his own on Hillary, and Scupper began barking at Steve's water bottle on the coffee table. Um. Okay. We were rather confused what he was all worked up about.

and this morning (b/c hey, things come in three's) he was startled and fascinated (and barked) at the unmoving ceiling fan. Hmmm.

I mean, he's a smart cookie, but the fact that he is scared? amazed? interested? annoyed? who knows? at stationary objects that he all of a sudden recognizes is just too ridiculous. We try not to laugh to make him embarrassed.

But it is a little funny, don't you think?

I'm bigger!

It's only been a week, but we're convinced the little dude is bigger. Scary, huh? Here's a recent shot of him being a goof ball.
Here's also what he looks like when we take him on a walk that is longer that he can handle. Oops. Who knew that down to the coffee shop and back would be so exhausting?

A good spot

His favorite morning spot. Wish that I could sleep that well all the time. The dude is getting more naps than me at this point and god, do i need them.

Meet Scupper!

HI! My name is Scupper and I'm an 8 week old Shepherd mutt that Steve and Aimee picked up from a shelter on Sunday in a fit of delirium. Since then, I have peed on all the rugs in the house, kept Aimee from sleeping for two nights in a row, and the best part - made Steve and Aimee cry because I'm so cute and lovable. Right now, I'm actually passed out on Aimee's legs and she's typing away at the kitchen table trying to work on her dissertation. At least I'm keeping her warm on this May Gray kind of day.

I look forward to meeting each of you over the next 12-15 years! ;)

I love this laundry bin upturned on its side. It might be ghetto, but it's a great den for me.

As you can see, my new mom is a little sleepy. Well, hey, wouldn't anyone be at 6:15am?
Oh wait - not me!!

Freaky Weather

So I just need to complain. This morning, I left Chicago. It was 35 degrees, half-heartedly snowing, and blustery.

I returned to sunny San Diego, ready to jump into the arms of my honey, and find that it's now 95 out degrees with 4% humidity.

BLECK.

I love San Diego weather - probably the best thing about San Diego as far as I'm concerned, but freaking 95 degrees in the middle of April is just a bit much. I hope the Santa Ana winds retreat from whence they came before I drive Steve crazy bitching.

So there. Now I've shared it with any of you who may still check this blog.

Soon up though - something more and exciting - recent pics from my mom's visit and our trip to another out of town velodrome. Track racing season is getting hot!

A new wee one

Meet Clara Lynn LaForge - my friend Heather and Drew's new baby girl. The reason for my post is you have to notice the hat... ;) I am very touched she wore it home from the hospital.