Incorrigible Dobbie

I made Lancer a pizza for dinner while I dined on ice-cream and cleaned out our two freezers. Seriously, peeps--my freezer is like my old pantry. It was loaded with 2 tons of old, icky, outdated crap that can't be consumed by humans or dogs alike. Why do I have pork chops from 2006? Maybe I'm responsible for the swine flu--it likely escaped when I opened my freezer door.

In any case, they're certainly coming along. I cleaned out all of the junk, and now I'm making room for all of my delicious soups and sauces I've been making all week.

Back to the pizza--I'm out in the garage when I hear the distinct clacking of dog nails on my counter. I run in to find Dobbie, up to his usual tricks.

Damage--one piece of thin crust BBQ pizza. Score one for Dogface!

Lucky for me, he knows his command "leave it!" We can use it to place food or another desired item in front of him, and command him to leave it alone. It's great--it's so hard for him, he can't look at it. He will look off into the distance with sad eyes. Then we yell "take it!" and said item is gone in an instant.

Why is my baby such a rotter? Oh well. He makes up for his culinary indiscretions by being so darn cute, polite, and snuggly. And for gladly wearing all of the holiday neckerchiefs I put on him.

Totally Cool or Cool as Ice?

Easy Rider and I are having a bit of a disagreement. Please cast your vote and let us know which one wins this round.

Lance seems to think this is a good looking jacket:

But, I think it looks a little Vanilla Ice. You feel me?

Red, black, and white just seems to 80's to me. Lancer says he trusts my taste, but I can't tell if I'm on the right track with this one.

Please weigh in. Word to your Mutha.

Easy Rider

Lance went and got all ninja on me. Not that kind of Ninja.

This kinda Ninja.

He's contemplating all of his cool riding maneuvers in the picture below.

It's a hot little number--I love riding on the back. It's soooo Bella and Jacob after he gets all beefy, buff, and legal. I'm totally going to speed in hopes that RPatz appears as a hot ghostly figure, chastising me for being reckless. Then it's off a cliff for me!

Now onto my jacket and helmet. Why is all the biker chick crap pink??

I hate pink, followed by purple, so my options are limited. {shudder} Apparently, I have to dress like Rizzo to ride on the motorcycle. Why is that?

May I also take a brief moment to assure you that my man is *not* having a midlife crisis. He used to be a semi-professional BMX rider back in the day, and he's had his motorcycle license since he was 16. Besides--midlife crises are reserved for men who are saddled with the following:

and

and, most importantly,


My man is cool as ice..he's way too cool to be melting down midlife.

PS--totally unrelated--did no one notice the dog in glasses on my page?? A dog...in glasses. In SF. With my own eyes. I love this place.