Tag Archives: Henri

01.02.12
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New Year Fail, Already?

Last night I made 3 goals for today. Oh wait, 4 but one I can’t tell you about. ;)

  • 1. Take Henri for a walk
  • 2. Spend time at Barnes & Noble
  • 3. Write out dinner menu for next two weeks

Guess how many of these goals I’ve accomplished?

Instead I’m shooting for 7.000 posts on WordPress (with this post I’m at 6,998.)

I blame the amazingly warm enveloping hug of the woodstove.

Woodstove

87°! Does this look like a dog that wants to go outside in the cold, windy, wet and RAINY weather when our house is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo warm and cozy? (Now if it was snowing, total different story! But alas…)

Henri

Aside: I CANNOT BELIEVE MY 12 DAYS OF VACATION ARE OVER ALREADY! Boo.

07.25.11
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Bones

Bones

Snapped this quick pic while at Evangola State Park for the Baker Family Picnic yesterday.

And speaking of BONES my darling Simba Cat (who I have affectionately nicknamed Bones) met my step-doggie Henri yesterday after the family picnic.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Picture a very spoiled angry giant kitty who is already mad at his mama because he has been alone for the last 10 days. Now just for fun…add a flea infestation! And then bring in a silly happy-go-lucky 11 year old pup who is completely indifferent to cats and just goes about his merry way. Yeah, Simba Cat doesn’t share the same attitude as Henri, my cat likes to ATTACK dogs. Yes, Simba who is a total scardy cat just so happens to ATTACK dogs. Good times.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW.

(Repeat at different volumes and pitches and add hisses here and there for about 30 minutes non-stop. Oh and add about 3 inches of puffed out fur standing on all ends.)

Poor Henri didn’t know what he had coming. Bad Simba Cat. Eventually, Simba calmed down a bit…just in time for Sasha Kitten to come in from outdoors and run RIGHT up to the doggie, look at him, hiss and run back to the window and outside.

Oh, it’s gonna be interesting when we move.

07.13.11
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Tales of a First Time Doggie Stepmom

Henri

Henri, doggie of He Who Makes Me Smile.

I haven’t had a dog in my life since I was a kiddo back at home. Of course I know lots of people who have doggies…but I just knew my lifestyle didn’t match dog ownership.

And now I find myself in love with a man, who has a dog. And I love both of them. I’m just not even a little bit used to the idea that this means we can’t spend the night in Cleveland because we would have to kennel the dog. Or we can’t spend the night out drinking and laughing and playing too late, because someone has to let the dog out. Yes, He Who Makes Me Smile has wonderful best friends who are (as of now) two houses down and able to take Henri out once in a while, but not necessarily since they have people to see and things to do as well. Plus add in the fact that sweet Henri is an older pup and has a bit of an elderly grumpy temperament and sometimes won’t go out for someone who isn’t his papa…and you end up with a pile of poo on the floor and some quality time with the Pet-Spot-Bot.

Not that I mind, of course, it’s just something I have to get used to…if I want to hang with He Who Makes Me Smile, I have to think of Henri also. Plus lately, Henri has been a little lethargic and slow moving so we have to keep an extra eye on the poor doggie (hope tis just the heat…)

It’s a whole different world having two cats…