Weekend Cuteness

Pets are superheros too!

You all know I am the very proud parent of Pazzo (and the late Max) and so far in life this is all I need to satisfy any maternal want I've ever had.  Well, someone on my twitter feed tweeted this link a few days ago: Pets are superheros where you can get a drawing done of your dog as a superhero.  I had to do it immediately! I mean Pazzo is way too cute not to be made into a superhero! And today Pazzo and I got the results:

 

I really can't even describe how I feel when I look at this picture.  I like just can't find the right words to say how awesome this is! There are no words for how hysterically amazing this drawing is! 

I suggest you all go to their website (look Pazzo got top billing over there!) and get one of your own pet, or get one as a gift for someone because that would be so cool to do for someone!

 

Wordless Wednesday

"I am ruining mommy's pillows with my drool, but I am too cute for her to get mad.  She can buy a new pillow but not a new me!..."

My dog is cuter than yours. Sorry.

Paws it Forward

My little man and I got a special package from our friend Laurie over at Sweet Sadie the Corgi which was full of fun treats for Pazzo! He likes treats, not toys, obviously if you have ever met him, haha.  Paws it Forward works in this way: you get a package of doggie goodness, and then you send off two packages, and those people send off two packages.  You get the idea.  So if you have a doggie then comment on this post (with a little bit about you and your furkid) and I will pick two people to send a little doggie care package too!

Peaches and Pazzo

I made a peach gazpacho last week, it was good and super easy.

You will need:
6 ripe peaches
1 medium cucumber
a few splashes of champagne vinager
1 clove of garlic
olive oii
2 tspn of parsley

Basically cut all of these things up and put them in a food processor with 1/2 cup of water and gently puree.  You don't want it to be like baby food, you want it a little chunky and refrigerate.  This is also good for a marinade I think. 

On another domestic note I gave Pazzo a haircut at home.  Choppy but cute.

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My Little Maxy

I very unexpectedly lost my first born dog this weekend, Max.  You've seen me blog about him before.  He came down with a cough on Friday and it just tragically went downhill very fast, by Sunday he was gasping for air and I wanted to die just watching him suffer so much.  I called the vet and she said to bring him in overnight, and I knew in my gut and my heart he wasn't going to make it through, but I wanted him to be comfortable and for them to try and help him so I brought him in.  As I was in the shower getting ready to take him, I heard him battle the stairs so he could come sit outside the shower - our daily ritual - even though he couldn't breathe, he still came up the stairs just to be next to me.  When he got into the bathroom he started to couch pretty badly and then proceeded to throw up blood.  He sat there and really fought falling down.  His body so desperately wanted to lay down and I think give in, but he really kept fighting it.  He was such a little fighter, he got hit by a car when he was a puppy and nearly died.  I have another dog Pazzo, but Max was my baby.  Max never left my side.  Max followed me everywhere, and was the first to great me, cuddle with me, follow me to bed, follow me into the bathroom, lay outside the shower, wait for me by the door.  He really truly loved me.  When I got really sick before my first transplant he never left my side.  He looked at me every time I coughed.  He would lay in bed with me for hours, and forgo cookies and food.  I will miss him very much, and I will miss him even more when I get that sick again before my second transplant.  I'll miss little Maxy watching over me like no one else.  I wrote this a few years ago and I would like to share:

  I knew everyone wanted me to get new lungs for them.  But the credit is owed to two individuals that aren’t even human.  I have two dogs Max and Pazzo.  When I came home from the hospital the first time—before the very last time, Max started to obsessively lick his paws to the point that they would bleed.  I could see the worry in his eyes.  I knew he sensed how sick I was more than any human ever would.   My mom brought him to the vet, as I didn’t leave the house much anymore, and she told her he was chronically depressed.  Imagine that.  When I was in college and would go home for weekends and return to school, before I got really sick, my mom would tell me how Max would sit at the door and just wait for me.  He would sit there and sleep there and never move until I came home.  She even took a picture of him once sitting by the door staring out of the glass.  I realized at one point that if I died everyone around me would have the luxury of grieving.  They would know the fight I put up and understand what happened to me.  Not Max and Pazzo.  It broke my heart more than anything in the entire world to think that Max would sit at the door the rest of his life and wait for me to come home when I wasn’t going to.  I needed new lungs for Max and Pazzo and even though I felt like I wasn’t going to wake up sometimes, that I would stop breathing in the night, I would fight for them because it would not have been fair to them if I didn’t.  They would always be the first reason that I would fight.  

Miss you little Maxy.   

 

Max Attack

Max is like really allergic to grass - he had an allergy test done a few years ago - but he loves to roll in the grass.  And I just find the act pretty funny, even though to an average normal person it probably is not.  But when I watch him do this daily when we are not in the city I laugh every time.  Here is it playing out!

All done!

Old Man Gas

I have two doggies, Max and Pazzo and they are like my kids.  I think of them as my two little boys! But really one is an old man and one is middle aged.  Max is a Yorkie and reminds me of George Clooney if he were a dog, with his salt and pepper hair, and the way he walks, like he should have a cowboy hat on or something.  Someone the other day described Max's walk as "if he just got off a horse."  But Max has had a problem lately.  A big problem.  GAS.  Lethal smelling toxic gas, that is worst at night when his butt is sleeping right near my face! It's enough to make your eyes water, seriously.  The smell is like something died in his stomach and made a home there.  It's only been the past few months, and I suspect it's because he is getting old.  He is 14.  He is having gas right now, and it could almost make me pass out, and I have a really bad sense of smell, so for a normal person he would clear you out of the room! And he is just laying there like nothing is wrong and it's not him.  Pazzo does not have gas yet, thankfully.  He is just a lovably furry little teddy bear of a creature that everyone loves so much.  He's overweight, but that is his only problem....Max has a few others besides the gas, but we still love him. 

Rear Gear

I saw this on Chelsea Lately the other night, and just had to share.  If you have a dog (and I would guess a cat) you know that pretty much their butts are showing all the time since their tails are usually up.  Well, some company made a sticker to cover their butthole! Like what? I'm pretty sure Max and Pazzo would kill me if I tried to put a sticker on their butt, but maybe I should try just to document it for this blog, it could be funny.  It's called Rear Gear, have a little chuckle to yourself please.  And you can find them on Etsy (Rear Gear)

What do you guys think??