2 schnauzers, 1 blog

what's worse than a cowlick?

Oliver: I thought nothing could beat that cowlick I got. I was wrong.

I'm too young for a comb over...

We heart Valentine's Day

Bertie: I like this Valentine's Day lark. We got special morning tea.

Oliver: I wish we had morning tea every day.

Bertie: Well, most days you find something after breakfast to snack on. Like a shoe, or a magazine, or an empty soy milk container from the recycling.

Oliver: But this was special. And jammy.

Bertie: Now my beard is sticky.

Oliver: And yoghurty.

(Bertie glare)

Oliver: I'm just saying.

V E T

Oliver: Yesterday I went to the V-E-T. I have to spell it out, because for some unknown reason Bertie luuurves the vet's and will -

Bertie: Bark, bark! Did you mention the Vet?

Oliver: Sigh. Yes.

Bertie: I love the vet.

Oliver: Yes, I know. But not everyone shares your enthusiasm. Particularly when there are injections involved.

Bertie: I had one too, you know. It was heartworm prevention time.

Oliver: But I had two. And the vet shaved my chest.

Bertie: Well, you had a hot spot. Too much lying on your stomach sleeping, I reckon. 

Oliver: I have to take tablets. At least I get them hidden in cubes of cheese.

Bertie: And I get to have cheese too, so we all win.

House Guest

Bertie: Sasha-saurus came to stay for a couple days. I survived.

Oliver: I think it was harder on me.

Bertie: Yeah right. She seemed to spend a lot of time watching me.

Bertie: She got closer...

Bertie: She doesn't quite know the meaning of personal space.

Oliver: I second that. In your face is my spot.