Showing posts with label puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label puppy. Show all posts

Sassie

Monday, November 15, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Sweet Sassafras (aka Sassie) is our family dog. She is a two year old, cute, black and furry miniature Schnauzer. She wears a little coat and is spoiled, but not ridiculously so (no, we do not own one of these). She is also way too smart for her own good. I am extremely skeptical of peoples claims to have genius dogs. However, there are some things this dog does that I wouldn't believe unless I saw them with my own eyes. Here is a list:

1. She opens the front shutters so she can look outside. If she were to bat at them, they would flip around and close again. She opens them halfway so she can keep an eye on the neighbourhood.

2. She likes riding on the Seadoo with my father (the only excuse for this behaviour I will make is that it occurred before the birth of his first grandchild. Now, there are no excuses) and wears a tiny life jacket (again, no excuses). One time, as she watched my dad drive away from the dock on the 'doo, she ran downstairs. We heard rustling, then she came back upstairs WITH HER LIFE JACKET.

3. She has a tendency to leave toys in various places in the house. The next day, if you ask her where she put her (insert name of toy here) she will run away and return ALWAYS WITH THE CORRECT TOY.

4. She does not like to cuddle. However, when my sister-in-law was pregnant, she would lie on her tummy. Not really a big deal, but this summer, before my dear sister announced her second pregnancy, Sassie parked herself on Heather's tummy all weekend yet refused to cuddle with anyone else.

5. Likewise, when I am sick, she will cuddle. When I had Swine flu, she hardly moved from my chest for the whole month I was housebound.

My parents love her. My siblings and niece love her. Most people that meet her love her. My love for her is very conditional, as is hers for me. Here is a list of things that make me want to throw her out the window:

1. She once ate an entire Kinder Surprise Egg that she stole from a table. She even unwrapped the tinfoil without destroying it. It was kind of impressive, but still.

2. She likes to chew paper products. I often come home to find little bits of shredded toilet paper or kleenex strewn all over the basement floor. She chewed the contact info off of a business card today. Only the contact info.

3. Every morning I come up the stairs and she growls at me and then attacks my feet. Every. Morning.

4. When I put my coat on, she attacks the sleeves.

5. When I sit down to put shoes on, she bites the laces.

6. When I am eating, she pokes me with her nose and makes me spill things.

7. Her bark makes my ears bleed.

8. She steals socks and/or underwear out of laundry baskets and leaves them in the middle of the front entrance way. Doesn't chew them, just leaves them there.

9. She sleeps on top of sofas and chairs like a cat. When she stands up, she is high enough to stick her stinky face right in mine.

10. After she gets a bath, she tears around like an idiot. This is actually funny, but also supremely annoying.

11. If you have a cup of anything, she will jump up on the couch and drink out of the cup. Coffee, tea, water, anything.

12. If my parents leave when she doesn't think they should leave, she howls and yelps and cries. For hours on end.

13. If she wants something I won't give her, she will stare. Just stand and stare. It's unsettling.

14. She will lick books when you try to read them.

15. Before she lays down anywhere, she needs to dig. You can't dig the sofa, dog!

16. She attacks the drying rack/mop/vacuum/ironing board (Please see here)

16. Watch this video at 6:00 am. Enough said.

Excuse me. I need to go throw the dog out the window feed the dog.

Attack!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Our little schnauzer puppy is relatively normal in terms of puppy standards. She runs and bounces around the house, thinks everything is a toy and acts like a little black furry Hoover, picking up any little piece of anything that looks good enough to eat. This basically means anything within her reach. This morning she was delighted with a piece of cellophane. Yum.

She really only has one bizarre, um, quirk, we'll call it. She hates the drying rack. It's plastic coated metal wire rack that can be folded up and stored in the closet. I'm not sure what it did to her, but it must have been pretty serious. Observe:

weekly weirdo awards

Monday, November 3, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Honorable mention: CHYM FM. They play Amy Winehouse songs, and consequently, my mother sings them.

Third place: Woman at Bioped. I arrived 13 minutes early for my 9:30 appointment today, and she arrived 10 minutes after I did for her 9:00 appointment. I went in first, and got some huge massive stink eye from her because....she was nearly half an hour late and I was on time? Hmm.

Second place: Laundry lady. On Halloween, Kirk, Dave and I knocked on a woman's door and asked her if she had any non-perishable food to donate to the Food Bank. She said yes, and returned with a half-used bottle of Tide.

And the winner is....

The lady down the street who asked my mother if she could smell Sassie's puppy breath. She did smell her and loved it, apparently.

Addendum

Wednesday, October 29, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Puppies will sit on your lap and cuddle if you are working on a computer. Puppies will not sit on your lap and cuddle if you are handwriting something. Puppies attack moving pens. Puppies eat sheets of paper. Puppies leave bite marks on research diaries that need to be submitted to professors.

Puppies are still cute.
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move over Chris, it's time for Cute with Mandie

Monday, October 27, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
We've been talking in high pitched squeaky voices and spending a lot of time sitting on the kitchen floor at our house this weekend. Sitting on the floor and talking in strange voices is a favourite pastime of mine, but this weekend, the whole family got involved. We've been celebrating the arrival of the newest addition to our family.

I would like you to meet Marwyn's Sweet Sassafras (here she is with Kirk, waving hello):


M.S.S. (or Sassie, as we call her) is a 10 week old Miniature Schnauzer puppy, weighing in at a whopping four pounds. At first, Miss Sassie-frass was quite shy and timid (Kristi can attest to this) and didn't want to do anything besides cuddle, thus earning her the nickname, SQUEEZY BABY (thanks, Annie). Over the weekend, she's gotten used to her new home, and her true colours are beginning to show through, and I'm happy to report she is one spunky little puppy.

She's also very talented. Here she is doing her bunny impression:


Here she is being a wonderfully fantastic obstacle between me and my studies.


She's also really good at being impossibly cute.

sorry, that was gross

Monday, September 29, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Every year my mother asks for a Christmas list at least 5 months before Christmas. This puts me into thinking about Christmas mode in the summertime, of which I am not really a fan. This year she was especially insistent about getting a list so she can be done all of her shopping before the end of October.

Last night I wrote her a list. It is as follows (take notes, people):

1. Baby Grand Piano (shiny and black)
2. Puppy (furry and black)
3. The ability to eat gluten without getting the runs
4. Barbie van (like Sarah's...it has a hot tub)
5. Stick-on earrings (the ones that look like jewels)
6. Copious amounts of candy (the more sugar, the better)

It has since been revised because we're already getting a puppy (at the end of October), and even if we weren't getting a puppy, Dad thinks he's hairy enough to make up for it.