Bath Time

Alfalfa!

Last week we had bath-time for my little ragamuffins. Because I could not contain myself - can I ever with them? - I took pawparazzi pictures. Peaches moves around way too much for me to photograph her in the tub, but Amara tends to stand there, frozen, and occasionally huff at me. (Hence the slightly-out-of-focus pictures.)
Both Amara and Peaches tend to be a bit confused about bath time. They always seem to love the idea of it - until they get wet. In the morning when I go to wash my own hair and they hear the rush of water, they come running, begging to be put in the tub. Peaches'll half sit-half stand there, crying, wiggling her bum so fast that she could propel herself across the house with it. Meanwhile, Amara bounces around my feet like an unmanned pogo stick.

"Water? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Bath. We want a bath! Take us with you! Can we come? Please, oh please, please, please let us bathe."

Then comes the actual bath time.

Maybe something gets lost in translation.

Maybe they forget that bath time means the water has to go on them.

Whatever it is, I am not their best friend. Peaches gives a dirty stare (which, given her gentle nature is humorous) as if cursing my existence. I can practically hear her grumble: "This is not what I signed on for."  Amara widens her eyes, the epitome of puppy-dog eyes, and stares up at me, pleadingly: "But-but-but can't I come out now?"

"Mom. Mom, I'm wet. There is water on me.
I am standing in dampness. Mom.
Do something about this."

When it is all over, though, they both look up at me with such excitement. First, they deem me crazy for such torture. They return the favor by soaking me shaking off their excess water. They zip around the bathroom celebrating their freedom - because, goodness knows, they almost drown in that prison filled with an inch of bath water. And then, finally, when they've completed their ritual they stare expectantly at me. Just like this.

"Treat time?"

Got her edgy chick look goin' on. I think she's adorable.
I need a picture.  She's wondering why I haven't gotten her food yet.
#priorities

Pizza Delivery!

The other night my parents and I made pizza for dinner. Because I am passionate about the environment, the box went in the recycling -- not the trash. Later, while I'm downstairs doing homework, mom calls to me to get the camera and come up stairs "NOW!"

...What do I find?

Amara is so proud of herself.

Amara parading around the living room with the box in-mouth. Just behind her, my mom sat on the couch crying from laughter. Amara circled the room prancing, her tail wagging, ears perked, and eyes sparkling.

Apparently mom, dad, and I are not the only ones who love Better Bread's gluten-free pizza.


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I'm Not Watching You

Daily Dose of Cute time!

It's no secret we have two little mischievous love-bug dogs. We really try to train our dogs well. But, seriously, little dogs? They're so cute - and it is a trap. It's like with babies. All of their bad habits make you laugh, you cannot help but think they're adorable. Everyone else, maybe not so much.

Knowing this we are constantly working on training and retraining our dogs. For a rrreeaalllyyy long time we allowed our dogs in the kitchen, but they've a habit of getting under foot and staring up at you with those "isn't that piece of carrot for me?" eyes. The latter is less of a problem than the former, where my grandmother is now getting to the age where her balance is terribly poor. To curb this behavior we now vanquish them to the other room.

Most of the time they go to the living room...but on occasion....

...On occasion Amara'll peaks her head through the curtains and watches us from there.

It's like she thinks she's getting away with something

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Time for a Study Break

"You're too buried in your books!" So says my pooches. Focusing is impossible when I have cuties like this girl distracting me.

Peaches seeking out lovin'.

This little begger is trying to convince me to put down the homework and cuddle or bring her up into my lap. (Either option is a recipe for productivity disaster!) There is no whining. No barking. She's digging very adamantly at the armrest, my pant leg, even my laptop stand. When I reach down to pet her she leans way in to use my arm for leverage to lift herself up. When that doesn't work she pushes my arm over her head with her nose and stares up at me with these "love me" eyes. She isn't demanding. If anything, her subtle clingy nature makes her harder to pass over.

I mean, look at that face. Look at those precious, "I'm so cute and adorable" eyes. Her sweet, polite way of pausing every so often instead of barking obnoxiously. The way she'll resort to staring innocently up at me, perking up her ears and wagging her tail as if to say: "Cuddle time?" 

How am I supposed to resist? ♥

You Will Pet Me

I'm sitting here, trying to get my pre-Spring Break homework done. My face is buried in books, research and homework assignments. Meanwhile, Amara keeps staring up at me on occasion, willing me to pet her. I sneak a peak down every so often to meet several minutes of "love me" eyes. (Which makes me melt every time.)

Evidence: Amara tying to Jedi mind-trick me into
giving her some lovin' 

This whole "being productive" thing might fall through.

Whoops.

"My dog ate my homework" might be an overused excuse, but how about "my dog was too freaking adorable?"