Hannibal Hannah

My Lady kept saying “Hannah is coming. Hannah is coming.” What the heck is a Hannah?

Hannah turned out to be an older gal, completely bonkers about balls and set about using her wicked teeth to destroy every toy in the house. The flying squirrel was no more.

She barreled into the place like she was Queen Sheba or something. Grabbed every toy in her mouth like she was gathering nuts for the winter. There is nothing worse than a dog with a hoarding problem.

I hate to admit it but I actually felt sorry the little Jaeger meister. She claimed every toy in the joint and not once played with him. He kept following her around waiting for a morsel of fun, but nope. She was on a mission. Grabbed every toy she could stuff in her mouth and then would plop down on top of them like she was stockpiling for winter.

All of this happened in the first fifteen minutes of her arrival. In my house, I might add. If I wasn’t so doped up on pain killers I might have said something. Maybe. Naps are always better. I never liked confrontation too much. Especially with the older broads. Something about them was just like hands off buddy, if you know what’s good for you. For some crazy reason My Lady loved the old broads. The older the better she said. Which is kinda nuts, but I've learned to accept it.

So I’m a good hour or so into my hourly nap when all hell breaks loose.

At some point, Hannibal Hannah decided to dissect the room with her body, literally lying half in the room across the floor, barricading little Jaeger from getting to any of his toys, or his favorite chair.   

He’s quietly whimpering in the corner, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out a way to get around the big she-beast. Hannah’s doing what all females do when they feel like making someone crazy and completely ignoring him.

I looked at crazy Lady’s status, but she’s got her head buried in her machine, completely oblivious to the oncoming situation. Oh lord, this should be good.

All of sudden, little Jaeger leaps over Hannah, does this crazy back kick thing that was really quite impressive, grabs his tiny mouse thingy, and tries to make a jump for the chair. Hannah has other ideas. She stands up during his mid-air twist and little J man went flying back, his mouse thingy now airborne. 

A free for all in Hannah’s eyes, who easily snatches Jaeger’s beloved mouse in her shark-like jaws.

Stunned by his failure, little Jaeger sets off a howl that made every hair on my body stand up. I’m not kidding, I felt like a porcupine. Hannah drops the mouse and joins in, of course. Nothing like a good howl at the top of your lungs at 9AM to get the blood pumping.

I do what any good host does and join in. My howling is booming loud and really off key, the best howl there is, in my opinion.

My Lady’s thinking “not so much” and drowns us all out by turning up her classical music. How she stays awake to that stuff I have no idea. I’m out like a light. Considering the silence from J man and Hannibal, I’m guessing they’re out too.

Never a dull moment in my house.

Paws out,
HH

Jaeger Meister

My Lady fell in love with this little dude.

I have to admit I liked him too.

Just so chill and laid back, and super nice, little Jaeger was cool to have around. My lady adored him, made a little throne for him and everything. She even FaceTimed with his Lady since she knew he was missed.

And he was super cool through it all, like he was totally used to being fussed over.

"They love me, I know." He kinda sighed about it. "My life is truly blessed. I just can't help being that cute. What can you do?"

He never knew a sad day in his life the little Jaeger man, but he didn't seem to take it for granted either. He just knew to appreciate it all with grace and humor. "I have a great life and a great lady, enough said."

Funny enough, he did try to go at with the ladies though, which I thought was funny.

Old Hannah gal would kinda put him in his place. He wouldn't know what hit him.

For the first time in little Jaeger Meister's life he was going to have to work for it a bit.

Never a dull moment in my home.

Paws out for now, all about Hannibal Hannah later,

HH

Beautiful Csinszka

Isn't she beautiful?

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Well no one could argue the beauty of Csinszka.

From her perfectly fawn colored fur to her sweet, affectionate heart, this girl was absolutely paws down, the most gorgeous thing on four legs I had ever seen. And at only ten months old, she was bigger than me. Outstanding.

My Lady loved Csinszka almost as much as I did. I tried to keep up with her in the backyard – both of us kicking and running into each other. She was just so much fun! Nothing better than playing with the big gals.

This is my girl - mine!

She kind of knew to chill out a bit though – beautiful inside and out, my lovely
Csinszka girl. I hope she comes back soon.

Other Pup Smells and Similar Ickiness

Super comfy nap time.

My lady came home a few weeks ago smelling like a hundred other dogs. I wasn’t too happy that she left me all afternoon but then to basically rub my nose in the fact that she was with other pups while she was gone, wasn’t too cool.

She was pretty sad all night though. She apologized for leaving me and said she spent all day at a shelter taking care of some poor dogs that didn’t have homes.  We sat next to each other all night on the couch while she caught up with work and I caught up with her. I missed her a bit. She seemed to like the fact that I fell asleep with my head on her lap. My Lady might be a bit crazy at times, but she has a really comfy, soft lap just the perfect size for my big head. I could tell she was happy to be home, and I was really happy she was home too.

Sometimes I think about how crappy I had it before I met my Lady, but not often. Smelling all those dogs on her brought it back a bit and I had a hard time eating my dinner. Thinking about those cement floors and god awful smells. Never knowing if I was going to live or die. The constant barking alone is enough to drive anyone crazy.  

I know I was horribly sick when I met my Lady.  She was really worried about me, I could tell. I was kind of worried about me too.  I felt pretty close to dying. You kinda know when your body is giving out. And I seriously thought my days were numbered.

Then I met my Lady and she spent a lot of time with me, holding me and getting me to eat.  I spent a lot of time just napping next to her, trying to heal. I was pretty sick inside and out.

I think my lady realizes today how happy I am that I have her, as much as she is thankful to have me. 

If you love big dudes like me, think about fostering for the Great Dane Rescue of North Texas. There are plenty of us who need good homes. We may not be designer dogs, but we make up for it in love.

Enough on the mushy stuff,

Paws out,

HH

Lady Lucy Goosey

“What? What? WHAT?”

Oh Lordy, Professor McGonagall is staying with us again. Poor thing is close to fifteen years old, which is really, really old in dog years, and she looks amazingly like Maggie Smith from the Harry Potter movies. Pretty, but old. (Yes, I watch HP movies with my Lady, gotta problem with that?)

I thought Lucy Goosey or Dame Maggie Smith was hard of hearing the last time she came, but um no, she’s now deafer than a doorknocker. Poor thing. But she’s really kinda cute though, super soft fur, a little spaniel mix I think. I like my gals with a little spice you know…

“Don’t even go there Sonny boy, I’ll hit you with a tail so fast you won’t know what hit ya.”

Oh kay! Just making an observation. Will go back to sucking on my bear for a bit…

“Don’t wake me again unless there’s a treat involved. Enough said.” And Lucy went back to sleeping on the couch.

Gotta say, Dame Lucy Goosey, as my Lady calls her, knows her priorities in life.

And my Lady just LOVES her, I mean LOVES her. I don’t know what it is about senior pups, or more so the older lady pups, but my Lady just melts when she’s with them. Like turns to total complete mush.

I whine at her a bit at times, because um seriously, old Lady Lucy can’t hear all that mushy lovey stuff you’re saying to her, so why not talk to me a bit? Get on over here and give me some ear scratches or belly rubbies, woman.

Yeah, so I don’t like the mushy talk, but I never said anything about the rubbies…

Oh, and here come the treats. The homemade turkey bacon treats. YES! Gotta love that Lucy Goosey girl. She just huffs at me like I’m stupid or something, but I know she’s got it down pat.  She just looks at the camera with my Lady behind it, her eyes all big and soulful. Sap, sucker, my Lady can’t resist.

At least she doesn’t touch my Bears. “As if!” she says walking away. “They smell disgusting.” She's got class, that Lady Lucy.

My Lady somehow agrees and now I have to get a BATH tomorrow. GREAT! Can’t a dude pup get a break? Just a few scratching here and there, pull eaze. Gah! Baths. Not happy.

Gotta admit after the puppy frenzy we had here the past four days, a little senior time is AWESOME. I’m really loving it. The house smells good, my Lady went to town cleaning everything, saging the house and burning incense. I think she felt a bit guilty for not having a lot of patience with the pupsters. She can’t be good at everything though, I keep telling her.  And I have to say I didn’t like the fact that I had to stand for ten minutes while she cleaned the floors. I want my couch when I want it, just sayin.

I was a little worried tonight when my Lady watched a three year old tyke name Christopher. I thought for sure he was going to be even worse than a puppy but he surprised me. Christopher kept telling me I was a really good dog and gave me his pizza crust, which was super cool.  I was very careful to take it with my lips and not my teeth, and he giggled at that.  And when he left his cracker box on the floor for me CHA CHING!  My Lady didn’t appreciate it, but I thought it was awesome. Those goldfish crackers are the best! Yum! But, I have to say the best part was when I overheard him say he wanted a “dog just like Hamish” when he got older. I gotta say that was pretty darn cool to hear. Sniff, sniff, yawn. I still got it.

And the little tyke was super nice to Lady Lucy too, even kissed her on the forehead a couple of times. What a great little kid. I won’t be so nervous the next time he comes over. I don’t think anyway.

Now that it’s the end of the night, it’s pretty calm and peaceful in the house, my Lady working, the classical music playing, Lady Lucy is asleep. I have to get up and throw my toys around a bit, just to stretch and show my stuff. God, it’s great to be a dog named Hamish.

Lucy just rolled her eyes at me, again. “Give it a rest Sonny boy. Take a nap.”

I think I’ll do just that.

Paws out,
HH

The Cyclone Called Darby

Darby 5 months and Maddie

My Lady just took a whack to the head by a flying toy, courtesy of a crazy puppy named Darby.

We've watched Little Darby a few times now, but there's a big difference between a nine week old little one and a five month old crazy Whippersnapper.

Ms. Lily

I've never known a pup so determined to lick and bite and hit and climb on every inch of my head - all at once. She's completely nuts. It's like her little body is growing, but her brain isn't.  The more my Lady tells her NO the more she does it. The more I grumble and grouse at her, she just laughs and does it more.  My Lady actually thought she might be a little hard of hearing, but it turns out Darby is a German Shorthaired Pointer, and they are bred to not respond to loud noises. A good hunting dog she will be, I guess, for she certainly doesn't respond at all to any of my Lady's noises.

There went the water bowl! At least a gallon of fresh water all over the kitchen floor. My Lady is so not happy, her agitation and stress level off the charts. I told her not to have coffee this morning, always makes it worse. Personally, I think the kitchen floor needed a good mopping anyway.

Madison "Maddie"

In addition to the Darbster, there are three other pups with us right now. They are all pretty cool, laid back ladies. Being surrounded by a group of gals is ok by me.

Ms. Molly

Lily is a Collie and ten years old, and very cool. She really loves her little Maddie sister and that's nice to see. And the little puppy gives Lily respect, which is smart. 

Cute little Madison is also a Maltese and only six months old. Little Maddie is quite adorable with her cone around her head, except when she bonks us with it. She's mostly house trained, probably because she can't jump down wherever she is, so she's learned to hold it. My lady carries her everywhere and forgets where she puts her sometimes. Little Maddie just sits patiently and waits though. It's kinda cute. Unlike Darby, little Maddie only gives me little sniffs and little licks, which I can tolerate.

Little Molly is a Maltese as well and about five years old. She's cool, but doesn't like anyone coming near my Lady. You can tell she's an only pup.

My Ladie's under there somewhere.

It's kinda nice snuggling up to watch TV with little ones every now and then. My Lady seems to like it. That's her buried under the covers. Molly and Maddie looked so comfy I had to join in.

The opera music started thank goodness. Always seems to calm my Lady down a bit. We'll see if it works, everyone's getting up from their naps...

Paws Out.
HH

Hamishism No. 1

Hamishism No. 1

Hamishism Number 1

When life gets you down, suck on a bear.