Longest lived stuffed toy

When we brought home Missy as a puppy a year and a half ago, my eldest picked out a stuffed animal for her to cuddle in her crate so she would miss her litter mates less. While other toys have come and gone, this stuffed jaguar has been a consistent companion.

Missy (2 months old) with the jaguar toy
Missy (1.5 years) with jaguar toy

The jaguar doesn’t stay in the crate anymore, but she still regularly brings it out for a tussle on the living room rug.

Musical beds

Sophie the cat is quite put out when Griffin the dog cuddles on her favorite couch.

Sophie shoots Griffin a dirty look for taking her spot

So Sophie, out of spite maybe, takes Missy’s bed, much to Missy’s confusion (although honestly, Sophie looks quite perplexed as well).

Missy is befuddled that the cat is in her bed

Eventually, it all worked out the way it is supposed to, and at least Sophie and Missy are content.

The usual suspects in their usual spots

Don’t worry about Griffin, his favorite place is in his crate where he can have some quiet time.

Dog wings

We had some extra EVA foam and foam clay, so I thought the dogs needed bat wings. Just one set, just to see how sculpting with the clay goes. It was good I only made one; Griffin thought it was cool and pranced about, Missy looked like I was attempting homicide. The black foam clay dried to gray, which defeated the point of black wings on black dogs, but I suppose I could spray paint it, if I wish. I cut the wing shape from the sheet foam, then laid on the finger bones with thin snakes of clay. The clay and sheet foam didn’t have the same color, so I rolled out thin sheets between layers of wax paper and applied that between the finger bones. I attempted to imprint stretch marks like the skin of bat wings, but the foam clay self leveled somewhat and the lines all but disappeared. Interesting. I hot glued a wide elastic strap underneath so it would stay on the dog.

Griffin thought his wings were pretty cool
Missy couldn’t understand why I was applying a torture device to her back

It was the dog.

I may need to give an official apology to the neighborhood cats and racoons. I maligned them, accusing one or the other of bringing down an unripe aspire melon awhile back. My eldest caught our dog Griffin in the act of eating an almost ripe melon that he had torn from the netting on the fence this week. Are you kidding me, dog?!?

The evidence and the guilty party

We gave it a good wash, cut off the parts that had teeth marks, and ate it anyway. Not quite fully ripe, but still very good.