imbecamiel: (Insane Mind)
Guess who's currently in possession of five cats!

Actually, to be precise, due to Adventures in Petsitting combined with our own animals, we currently have five cats, a dog, and a bird.

Of the inter-species pairs, only the dog and bird can be safely left in a room together. Due to either feuding, Great Trauma, or unfamiliarity, only two of the cats can be left together unsupervised. And our house... does not have an abundance of areas with doors that can be closed off.

Trying to navigate the days right now is like a super complicated version of one of those "you need to get a fox, a chicken, and a bag of grain across the river" logic puzzles. And my ability to concentrate on getting anything useful done is... very close to zero at the moment. XD

Fortunately, despite all the insanity, our visiting kitties are terribly, terribly sweet.

They're also just a little too smart for their own good. They've already figured out how to turn on the washing machine alllll by themselves. Heh. 
imbecamiel: (BookStackLight)
This... took me rather longer than anticipated. But - I finally have a (mostly functioning) brain again! Now if this stupid cough would just leave... XP

Anyhow - trip stuff!

Bit of general trip stuff + book comments here! )
imbecamiel: (Not Toothless)
Yes, I know, one post right after another. XD But I just had to post this because - Captain is a year old today!

He's gotten so big. We haven't weighed him recently, but I think he might well actually outweigh Strider - soon, if not yet. It's hard to believe he's so big already!
Cut for puppy-growing-up pics ^^ )

Poor Puppy

May. 4th, 2013 12:05 pm
imbecamiel: (Toothless Smile)
Was watching a movie last night, which just happened to have a dog in it... a dog named Captain.

As if my poor puppy wasn't fascinated enough by TV already. Now the people on TV are calling his name, and he would be happy to obey, really he would, only how is he supposed to come to them?

*pats excited, confused puppy*
imbecamiel: (Toothless Smile)
Tonight... Captain learned how to play tug-of-war with other dogs. This may not seem like a big deal, but believe me, it is.

See, when little Cap was a puppy and went to his first obedience class, he was fully convinced that he was the biggest, toughest, strongest, bravest dog in the whole world. Annnnd then... he turned out to be nearly the smallest in the class, and he kind of got run over by a couple of full-grown retrievers and a great dane. The whole experience turned his little world upside-down, and he's not quite wrapped his mind around it yet. At about 9 months old and 65 pounds, he's still not fully convinced that he's actually a Big Dog now.

So we've been taking him to these dog play nights once a week at the place where he's currently taking obedience classes. It's basically entirely very young puppies and little terriers and dachshunds. Captain is easily 2-3 times as big as the largest of them. But... he spent pretty much the entire first session alternately attempting to hide behind the trainer, hiding behind us (Nef and me), panicking when the little collie puppy jumped on him, and giving Nef and me nervous looks when one of the puppies would jump into our laps.

He's been very, very polite, basically instantly dropping toys the second another dog even looked at it. Which is adorable, but kind of sad, especially given how attached he is to toys in general. We kept trying to coax him into playing tug-of-war with various dogs, but the second the other dog would pull on the toy he'd let go and back off, like he was saying, "Oh, did you want that? Sorry. I'll just... go over here then." Poor baby.

But! He's been gradually realizing that no one's gonna beat him up anymore, so he's relaxing and starting to actually interact some more. Which, to begin with, meant only giving the other dogs nervous looks and trying to edge away when they wanted his toys, instead of instantly handing them over. XD But tonight we finally managed to coax him into participating with some of the other puppies who were eager to try wrestling him for toys. Which basically amounted to him planting his feet and holding on to a toy, while dogs 1/4 to 1/2 his weight flailed around, ineffectually throwing aallll their strength into trying to pull him around. He was pretty pleased with himself once he realized that he was winning every time, and none of the other highly-energetic little ones were much discouraged by that fact, so by the end of class he was the one going around inviting other dogs to play with him. Yay for progress!

I love my big marshmallow. <3
imbecamiel: (Naptime)
Today, Captain discovered... echos. It was somewhat traumatic, apparently. He kept trying to frighten off that big, scary-sounding invisible dog, but it just kept barking back at him. Poor thing. *pats him* 

I'm gonna have to get a new picture up, here - he's so big now. Dad was just commenting the other day that he looks so much more like an adult dog, it's really easy to forget that he's still very much a baby and get taken off guard when he does dumb puppy things and gets in trouble. You tend to think that surely he should know better by now... buuut not so much. XD
imbecamiel: (Hobbit)
I had thought that Captain had gotten completely over his fear of vacuum cleaners since now, instead of fleeing at sight or sound of them, he tends to stick close to me and try to play with them while I'm using them. Kind of adorable, if occasionally inconvenient. *g* Today, however, I was watching his reactions more closely and realized that - no, it actually is still a Bit Noisy Monster that makes him nervous. It's just that, now that he's a tough, almost-grown-up dog instead of a little puppy... I'm pretty sure he thinks I need his help to wrestle it into submission.

Yep. Vacuuming is no longer a routine chore. Now, it's an Epic Battle which, with the assistance of my Faithful Canine Companion, I wage up and down every floor in the house, until the strange monsters can once more be thrown back into the Depths of the Closet where they belong.  

Of course, the reason for the particularly thorough cleaning today... Thanksgiving tomorrow! It looks like we're going to have not just our ex-brother-in-law, but our niece and nephew as well, which is two more people than we'd expected would come for a while, there, so. Yay! :D 

More stuff here! Including a baby Agent Coulson dragon. )
imbecamiel: (Not Toothless)
Got the baby version of the Thor dragon done! LOL, Mjolnir looks kind of ridiculously big on his tail, but... I dunno, it seemed to work. 

(Big version's here.)

I think the next adult one done may be Coulson. Or maybe the polished version of Captain America. Or Fury. XD But I have some ideas for Coulson, so it'll probably be him. 

And a bit of an update on the Cap-puppy, because I can't resist the urge to post a picture. *g*

Ramblings about Captain )
imbecamiel: (Where to begin)
I don't know, maybe there's no good explanation for this. But. Well.

Yesterday, I spent the morning in our church nursery, taking care of a bunch of darling toddlers and babies. Then, as [ profile] nefhiriel mentioned, we went to our breeder's house to see the puppies, and finally found out which one she's almost certain is going to be ours. And, just - puppies. *flails* So we stayed until the puppies all finally wore themselves out and fell asleep. And then, on the way home, we stopped to see Avengers again, because Neffie and I really wanted to see it once more in theaters but it's not showing anywhere near us, but there was a theater close to the breeder, and they had $3 tickets. And then we had pizza for dinner.

And apparently the happiness-overload did things to my brain.

I've been working on my other Avenger!dragons, and I thought that Hawkeye would be the next one finished. But then instead: 

This is what happens when Loki says, "Yeah? Well I'm gonna turn myself into a dragon, and then you'll all be sorry!" Only then the whole "big, scary, intimidating" part of that whole plan... doesn't quite work out as anticipated. On the plus side, it's still pretty effective, as defense mechanisms go.


(Slightly larger version here.)

Really, though, in fairness, wouldn't your brain melt into a puddle of gooey, fluffy happiness if you knew this little face was going to be coming home with you in a couple of weeks? ;D
imbecamiel: (BookStackLight)
And a lovely trip it was, too. Well, two trips, really. Wow, going to Nebraska feels like a really long time ago, now. But yeah, we had a good time with our grandma, and our... er, step-cousin, I guess she is? And various other step-relatives-in-law-whatever-you'd-call-them. Wasn't really a long visit, but fun.  

Neffie and I had quite the little "aww" moment when we got to the hotel - I started going through our suitcase to get stuff out and discovered... a toy mouse tucked down among the clothing. Our Ro-kitty has a tendency to sit forlornly inside suitcases and laptop cases whenever packing starts, as if he's hoping that one of these times he won't get forgotten at home. Apparently this time he felt we needed a little memento to bring along. <3

And the cabin was wonderful and relaxing, as always. Hard to believe that we've been going there for 21 years now.... A lot's changed over the years, but one thing hasn't: seems like every year, at least one thing has to break or otherwise Go Very Wrong. This year, we arrived to find that, among other things, the freezer was absolutely covered in nasty mold, the boat wasn't working, the stove wasn't working... and then the grill quit too. So things looked like being a bit of a potential disaster, possibly even one to rival the year when we were trying to clean the place without running water. But we got things sorted out in the end - except for the boat, but that was mostly okay anyway because there was much better fishing right off the dock than usual. So it was good. 

Among the things that did change were the friends and family that we visited, which was tough. One of the family friends we usually visit (who we've known since I was about three) did come to see us, but it may be the last time we see him for a long time because he and his new wife are moving to Florida. We didn't get to see my uncle at all, mostly because he just had cataract surgery and wasn't up for it. But the hardest was not seeing my great-aunt Helen, because she's almost certainly going to die any day now. And I just... will probably post something about that later, because right now I'm still in full-on avoidance mode and just trying not to think about it too much.

But. Happier note: it was a really good trip, and we had mostly great weather, and everyone had plenty of time to do whatever they wanted. So Nef and I swam almost every day, and she wrote a ton, and I read a ton, Mom scrapbooked and wrote, the guys golfed and fished, and we ate junk food and stayed up late and slept in, and all was good. *g*

We also went to see Avengers again while we were there! It was insanely hot on Saturday, the cabin doesn't have any kind of air conditioning (we're lucky to manage a few functioning fans), and we didn't feel like fighting with the Weekend Hordes for the lake (okay, it wasn't as busy as all that, but considering things are pretty much deserted during the week we'd rather do stuff when we had the place to ourselves). So we went to Avengers. And it was just as awesome the second time. \o/

Although I did notice one thing that's now driving me just slightly crazy. It was only on the second viewing that I realized that Hawkeye was shooting left-handed, which surprised me. At first I thought it might be an interesting and subtle way of showing another difference when he's being mind-controlled by Loki. But no, he shoots lefty afterward, during the final battle, as well. But... he shoots with his right hand in Thor. And I don't understaaaand, because if the actor is just left-eye dominant and/or more comfortable using his left hand, then why wouldn't he do it that way for both movies? But if it was a matter of conforming to the comics (no idea if comic-verse!Hawkeye is left- or right-handed)... then again, why not both movies? *flails* Okay, yes, Nef finds it hilarious that I'm bugged by this. But I think that I just need to watch the movie again, to see if the bow's design allows for ambidexterity. 


Anyhow! Now for my traditional commentary on the books I read while I was there!

Books! Also, new puppy picture. :D )

Oh, and on a final note... Um, I have committed Avengers fanfic. I didn't intend to. I really, really didn't. But then I just happened to stumble across a prompt that went and took my brain hostage. So I had to write it. XD Anyhow, if you care to read it, it's posted here on AO3.
imbecamiel: (Squee)
The puppies have arrived! \o/ 

Just got an e-mail from the breeder to let us know that all the puppies were born and doing well. Hehe, she's said that she could tell we were praying hard for these guys. Not only did the mother come into heat two months early, much to the breeder's surprise, have a successful pregnancy and give birth to all healthy, big babies... but there are exactly the right number/gender of puppies for the people who were on the waiting list for this litter (not how it usually goes!). 

So, God-willing, provided they continue to grow healthy and strong, one of these little ones will be coming home with us around the first week of August.


Eee! :D 

Spring ^^

Mar. 17th, 2012 03:41 pm
imbecamiel: (Squee)
*happy sigh* Okay, I know that I've been pretty "meh" about Spring's approach, but... I'd forgotten how much I love the smell of it. Mmm. Even with no flowers yet - virtually nothing in the way of returning greener - it's so nice. Also, sunlight. Apparently it can do a lot to help with those feelings of general dragging around and "meh." My allergies and asthma are not quite so happy about it all, but ah well... It was actually nice enough that we ate out on the back porch last night. Yeah, the lake is still frozen solid, there are still patches of snow on the ground, but this is Minnesota, people. It was nice, And it was fun watching the birds while we ate. A pair of cranes even flew right over our deck. <3

Squirrels have also been going crazy, of course. Haven't seen the black ones yet this year, but the red and gray ones are plenty active, and I saw the one with the nearly-missing tail the other day (just has a little tuft like a rabbit tail - awfully cute, but I feel bad for the thing, hard as it must be to balance). The flying squirrels have also been raiding our suet, though we haven't caught sight of them recently. Apparently we've got a new squirrel hanging around, too. I've never seen anything quite like it before... pretty sure it must be some kind of crossbreed between the red and gray ones. It looked, essentially, like a gray squirrel - only it had a mohawk-like stripe of almost fluorescent orange running down the top of its head, down its back, and into the tail, which was almost entirely orange as well. Odd-looking, but really cute.  

Best of all... we heard from our breeder today. I didn't really talk about it here, because frankly I was just too upset and depressed at the time, but - the litter we were supposed to be getting a puppy from? Turned out to be a false pregnancy, so... no puppies. Considering how rare litters for this breed are, that meant we were extremely unlikely to have even another chance at getting on a waiting list for any of the breeders until sometime this fall. But. As it turns out, one of our breeder's dogs just came into heat two months early, so they're planning to breed her now. Which means there could be a puppy available for us in early August, if all goes well, since she's going to give us some priority for getting one from this litter. And yes, I am totally getting my hopes up already. I can't help it. I want so badly to have a dog again. 

And I've gotten a lot of writing done today. Maybe not a super-high word count, but I'd say more done progress-wise than in the whole last week. \o/

Also, my dad bought my jellybeans while he was out. I've been wanting jellybeans. 

Been a good day so far. ^^
imbecamiel: (Spock - Fluffy)

Okay, yes, I am officially killed by teh adorableness. *ded*

And speaking of cute... the litter from which we are (if all goes well!) supposed to get a puppy is due in a little less than a week now! *bounces* I can not wait to actually meet the little ones. \o/ 

Of course, this means that The Naming Crisis is rapidly coming to a head. You see, around here, naming a pet is a major undertaking, necessitating multiple earnest family discussions, sometimes lasting till midnight or so, in addition to the day-to-day tossing back and forth of ideas. This is A Big Deal.

And we still have no idea what we're going to go with.

Ideally, really, we'd love to come up with another Lord of the Rings-themed name. Trouble is, we're not really particularly fond of most hobbity or dwarvish names for a dog, but the more dignified human and elvish ones tend to be rather a mouthful, and not have any good nicknames. We we've hit a dead end there for the time being. 

We've discussed Griffin (or, probably, Gryphon), which I quite like. The guys are kind of "meh" about it, though. They are bound and determined to have a dog named Cooper (they actually wanted to name Strider that). Which Nef and I have declared is Not gonna happen. I'm actually terribly fond of Sherlock as a dog's name, but it, unfortunately, has some rather negative past connotations - some years ago, after our neighbor's kids spent most of a summer listening to our dad read nearly the entire collection of Sherlock Holmes tales aloud to us, they named their new dog Sherlock. Which would've been cool, except he turned out to be a rather nasty, ugly, mean, not especially brilliant little thing that only really liked their (honestly, terrifying) mother, barked incessantly at the most inconvenient times, and was unpredictably nippy. So... hmm, not out of the question, but yeah. Tiro is also a good possibility. (Okay, yes, so maybe Neffie and I are just a teeny little bit obsessed with Roman history. *g*) I honestly thought, given some of the general breed characteristics, Neal would be an awesome possibility, but that one was firmly shot down by certain male members of our household. ;D

There've been other possibilities tossed around with varying degrees of seriousness, but really we don't even have any clear frontrunners at the moment. And yeah, you might say that maybe when we actually see the puppy inspiration will strike... but I kind of doubt that's gonna be a miraculous solution to our dilemma. I foresee much, much more discussion in the upcoming weeks. Um... outside opinions/suggestions are definitely welcome. XD

And speaking of dogs... We're in the midst of minor adventure with one at the moment.

Puppy! Puppy, puppy, puppy! I am so dog-deprived right now it's not even funny, )


Aug. 18th, 2011 11:31 pm
imbecamiel: (Default)
Our Strider-puppy died Tuesday night. I believe most of you saw what [ profile] nefhiriel said about his emergency surgery. He was recovering so well from the surgery, bouncing back so quickly even the vet was amazed, and almost his usual, healthy self. Even when the diagnosis of cancer became official, it was hard to believe we might lose him very soon. But Monday and Tuesday he went downhill really fast, and by Tuesday night it was bad enough that we had to put him to sleep.

I thought I knew just how hard it could be to lose a much-loved pet, but I didn't. He's been so much a part of our family for the last eight and a half years, it seems like everything is different now. We're all starting to recover, slowly, but it's hard. Really, really hard. I'm so tired of crying, but it seems every time I think I'm all out of tears something new comes up to remind me of him. 

Picture of him from a few weeks ago. )


Jul. 3rd, 2011 11:45 pm
imbecamiel: (Headdesk)
Didn't do so great on the pet front today. 

This time of year, of course, more often than not it's just too hot to bring the dog along with us many places. Mr. Clingy Overgrown Puppy is not pleased with this news. He was further upset by the fact that we were gone longer than usual today. He didn't do too badly (relatively speaking) during the time he was in the garage... but the second he got into the house he decided he was too excited to hold it any longer, and peed all over before I could open the door to let him out.

*sigh* Okay, kicked him outside, cleaned it up... discovered that our Very Indoor Cat Ro had somehow escaped, and spent the entire day outside. Got the cat in, got the dog in, no harm done, we're okay. Dog decides to further express how utterly overwhelmed he is by the fact that we've returned (Surprise! Again! Actually, we have never yet failed to do this. And yet still...) by gulping down large quantities of water, despite having drank plenty earlier in the garage. He then proceeded to throw up. Twice. As he tends to do when he drinks too fast. This is why we have to stand over him and remind him to slow down when he's excited. 

So. Cleaned all that up too. Things settle down a bit. Ro decides this evening that, for the first time ever, the sound of distant fireworks makes him skittish. Come on, he wasn't that twitchy over the ginormous storm, complete with hail, that we had a couple days ago. Still, he's not acting too much more wild than he occasionally gets at night, so just pet him a bit and otherwise ignore the antics. Maybe he's just afraid he won't get his dinner today, seeing as he is a Wild Outdoor Cat now (as proof: he even caught a mouse!), and they don't get cat food. They have to fend for themselves and become fierce, wild, nocturnal hunters. Thus: twitchiness, and racing up and down stairs. 
Have to take care of the dog's ears. He's got an ear infection, again. Having been around this block quite a few times in the past, he knows getting ear medication is Evil, as is getting them cleaned, so he's not eager to co-operate, despite my many reassurances and pets and treats to make the whole process less traumatizing for him. As a result, it's hard to get things cleaned out properly, and tonight I needed to trim up his ears some more, to make it easier to clean and get rid of a few mats from the oily medication before they get worse. And of course, for the first time ever... I got too close, and nicked the poor baby's skin. Twice. I can't believe I did that. I'm always so careful with it... Yes, he got extra treats, and didn't act at upset or in pain once it was over, but still.  ;_; 
And then, to top things off nicely, Ro apparently decided to express his frustration with life in general and fireworks specifically, by... pooping in the dining room. On the off-white carpeting, naturally. 
*headdesk* Today, I fail as a pet owner. I'm going to bed.


Feb. 11th, 2011 10:21 pm
imbecamiel: (Spock - Fluffy)
 My Strider-puppy is so good. Some days I just have to stop and hug him because he's such a sweetie. 

Take tonight. Ella the Trouble-Making Kitty decided that it'd be fun to jump up on the kitchen counter when no one was watching and tear open a bag of bread rolls. She then proceeded to knock one to the floor in the course of her playing. 

Now Strider likes bread. Really, really likes it. So it stands to reason he'd take advantage of the situation, right? Scarf down that roll while no one's watching - who's gonna know the difference? 

But no.

What did he do? He picked up the roll, came downstairs to where we were watching a movie, went straight over to Dad, and gave it to him. Didn't take a bite, didn't even grip it in his teeth tight enough to tear it. Nope, Mister Good Conscience decided he needed permission first. 

And yes, of course he got to eat a good part of the roll (it was a big one, didn't want to make him sick with the whole thing). Plus plenty of praise. He's still prancing around looking terribly pleased with himself. ;D
imbecamiel: (Oxford comma)
I've seen some... interesting writing around town lately.

Take this, at the movie rental place:


Since the fine print isn't legible, you'll have to take my word for what it says underneath: See store for details. (It says the same thing twice, nothing else.) Nope, no "Free rentals to Kids." No "Free Kids' Movies." Nothing. Simply the statement that they are giving away kids here. I would think that one would get in trouble for such things.

Then there's this advertisement for a jazz concert:


Check out the part in the pink circle. Not only a random quote not attributed to anyone, but... erm, devastating? This is the word they choose to try to convince people to come? I've been wracking my mind to try to figure out what similar-sounding word they might have meant. I can come up with plenty that would've worked better... but none of them really look or sound anything like "devastating." Quite unique, that. Appropriate enough for a very sad, dramatic movie, maybe, but a jazz band? Herm.


*blows smoke away from her pistol*

Pics of mah four-footed babies :D )


Jul. 23rd, 2008 03:51 pm
imbecamiel: (Insane Mind)
LOL, oh yes, I'm still very much excited and energized and walking around with a permanent goofy grin on my face. But come on, tell me...

imbecamiel: (Urge to conquer large parts of Europe)
First off, a bit of praise and celebration - Ashley's visit to the doctor went well. Apparently the baby weighs about four and a half pounds at the moment, and everything is looking good for a healthy birth. Praise God!

And yesterday was rather exciting... We're going to be gone during karate promotions night, so we were tested early - Nef, Eric, and I are now all green-with-purple belts! Yays! ;D

And then we had a big storm here last night, with us right in the path of the worst of it (bad enough that the weather radio actually mentioned our little town by name o.o). So we all had to rush around to secure everything before it hit, and then piled into our basement bathroom. Five people, two cats, a dog, and a bird are a bit of a tight squeeze in one bathroom. Heh, and even though it doesn't phase Strider in the slightest, the cats have recently demonstrated that thunderstorms make them nervous. Fortunately it tends more toward the clingy, cuddly, and hiding in the shower, rather than going berzerk. ;)

For some reason, having to take shelter during severe weather tends to make most of our family rather punchy and giggly. As when Neffie was giving the animals some water in her cupped hands, and then decided to wipe her hands off on my towel. When I protested and told her to use her own, she said, "But it's way over there!" *points two feet away* XP

Anywho, it turned out all right - storm passed over, and almost immediately the sky cleared up and we could see the moon. No damage to the house, and I don't think we even had anything to speak of to the trees. Less than the last big storm, when one of the trees down by the lake blew over. Fortunately it was a comparatively small one, and it even helpfully toppled right on top of our wood pile - guess it knew where it was going to wind up. ;P

And in just a few hours we'll be heading off to the cabin! So if you don't hear from me in the next week or so, it's not a sign that I don't care or that something drastic's happened - just a sign that I'm out in the middle of nowhere without internet. :D

Talk to y'all when I get back!
imbecamiel: (Daniel: Was today really necessary?)
My poor Strider-puppy has broken a tooth, way down by the roots, and now needs surgery. We also just found out he's got some kind of tick-borne disease, and needs antibiotics (and how that happens when he's on Frontline year-round...). I don't know yet how serious it is, but he needs to go back to the Vet on Thursday.

Also, the ground is white again. 'Cause it's snowing, again. I was hoping yesterday that the ice on our lake would be melted today. Apparently not.

And, despite managing to keep my head above water on my other work, I haven't managed any writing yet today. *sighs*


End of whining. ;P


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