Crabby Crab

I went to Vancouver a couple weeks ago for a family emergency (everything is okay) and in order to get there I hung out on public transport for many-an-hour. Which meant I got to do cool things like people watch, chow down on a gooey chocolate bar for breakfast (you're allowed to do that when you're traveling, oh-yes-you-are-trust-me), and... wait for it...

READ THE PAPER.

The whole thing. Oooooooooooooh... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

This was my horoscope for the day. I am a Cancer. I just googled my crabby self and turns out I'm a homebody. I'm moody, I'm resistant to change and I have a thick shell.

WHO THE HELL DOES THE WRITE UP FOR THESE THINGS? Maybe I should start all my intro's with, "Hello, how do you do? My name is Shauna, RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE before I bitch your head off you and make you stay in my HOME while I do it."

Aside from that, I liked this horoscope. Made me smile. I have lots to be thankful for. And I did write up a list as I slowly made my way to Vancouver. I won't write it out here lest I gross you out with the goopiness of it all. But suffice to say I have lots of reasons to say Thank you. Every. Single. Day.

Thank you!

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Bright Pink Prizes and Little Brown Dogs

I've been entering a bunch of contests lately because... well, basically because I want to see if I will win. Does that sound weird? In addition to wanting to win I want to SEE if I will win because THAT IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT THING.

Yes it is. Work with me.

Long story short... I WON SOME CUTE LITTLE DOG BONE SOAPS FROM PHETCHED (go to phetched to check out what they look like)!

Thank you phetched! Go on over to phetched because they have fun stuff and, clearly, contests. That are winnable. Which are the best kind.

FULL DISCLOSURE: This prize DID NOT come with the little brown dog pictured with the bright pink gift above. The little brown dog was already mine. For  better or worse, the little brown dog is mine.

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Stuff My Dogs Have Wrecked: Remote Control

Back in the day when my dogs were really, really bad, they gnawed on the remote control, notably the power button. Now the TV turns on at random times, like in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, which is a pain because the TV popping on throws me into confused, half-awake freak-outs:

Me: John! Wake up! WAKE UP! A burgular has broken into the house and is downstairs watching Friends!!! Tell that asshole to turn it down and to stop laughing at the dumb parts.

Being the uber-romantic I am, I got John a replacement remote control for Valentine's Day. Don't judge me, that is what he asked for. In an attempt to take this practical gift from "heh?" to "YOWZA!" I decided to make a chocolate cake that LOOKED like a remote control. How clever is that? An edible remote control. Brilliant.

Except it turned out like this:

I'm not sure what that looks like. R2D2 maybe? Am I insulting R2D2?

Sorry, dude.

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Happy Super Wicked Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's, you guys!

It has been a super, wicked week over here at Fido & Wino.

Super. And wicked.

And CAN YOU SEE HOW FREAKING CUTE MICKEY LOOKS IN THIS PHOTO? Ah Mickey. Every now and then he redeems himself.

So, super fun stuff this week:

• Fido & Wino hung out over at the Petfinder blog with the Top 10 Reasons a Dog Makes the Best Valentine's Date

I am sure there are actually around 183 reasons dogs make wicked dates but I could only think of 10 at the time I wrote that post. I'll do better next time.

And...

• Kayloo passed her Therapy Dog test!

This means Kayloo is good sometimes. We are very proud of the little squirt. These extended care facilities will never be the same again.

Happy Friday, people! Happy Weekend! Happy Valentine's Day!

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Top Ten Reasons a Dog Makes the Best Valentine's Day Date

This is an excerpt from the Fido & Wino Guest Blogger post on the Petfinder.com Blog.

As Valentine's Day approaches you could be thinking a couple of things. Maybe you're contentedly daydreaming about perforated paper bunny cards, too-hot cinnamon hearts and the various secret admirers you are sure to have doting on you this year.

Or perhaps you are thinking, "Ugh."

You're not alone...

[Click over to the Petfinder.com Blog to read all the fabulousness!]

PS: That super cute little Pekingese is named Snuggles and is available for adoption on Petfinder.com! So go to Petfinder.com! Go now! (photo credits to Petfinder.com)

PPS: Petfinder.com rocks! I am so excited to be included on their blog! Because of them I found Kayloo. Yeah Petfinder!

PPPS: Um. So are you going to go over to Petfinder.com now, or what?... just checking...

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8AM on a Saturday (!!!) Morning

Early morning walk before Kayloo's (successful! BOO YA!) Therapy Dog test.

8am on a Saturday morning is damn early, people. Damn early.

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Therapy Dog in the House!!!

ShweeeEEEEeee! Kayloo passed her Therapy Dog Test!!!!

(If you're reading for the first time, I wax on about this crazy test here and here).

Look at Miss Kayloo, lookin' all dignified and important in her snappy 'kerchief! Who knew they would give her her own parking spot?

And now I need to level with you: HOLY CRAP I AM SO GLAD THAT IS OVER.

I know this wasn't ABOUT me, but HOLY smokes, I was nervous. Okay, it was kind of about me because if she had failed it wouldn't have been HER fault. It would have been MY fault for being a spazz and stressing her out (Patch O' Pits and Barbara have very good points in the Comments section on this post).

It was quite a day. The test started at 10:30am and the dogs and I were up and at the park by 7:45am. The plan was to give Kayloo enough time to nap before heading out to the test. But, for the first time in her life Kayloo DID NOT NAP. Hu? Next to chewing on Mickey's ears and eating, sleeping is pretty much Kayloo's favourite past time. But no. Apparently not on Test Day.

As a direct result of the marathon morning, while we were impatiently quietly waiting for one of our test sets, Kayloo woefully crooned this "yeeow-eeow-eeeow" noise. Translation= Deep slumber about to commence in 5, 4, 3, 2....

I started to write this very blog post you're reading now in my head: Well, we gave it our best shot folks, but the evaluator said she wouldn't evaluate a dog that was UNCONSCIOUS.

I managed to coax Kayloo onto her feet and off we trotted across the sunlit auditorium to prove she wasn't going to turn into a Red Zone Psycho Beast in the presence of another dog. She managed to get through the exercise fine, but after we sashayed across the floor she dramatically slumped into a sit, huffed a big sigh of exhaustion, and continued to theatrically flop out into a full-on snooze-sprawl with an unmistakable Wake-Me-When-Dinner's-Ready look of contentment.

Much to the entertainment of the other Therapy Dog Wannabees in the room. OH SURE NOW SHE WANTS TO SLEEP.

Maybe we got extra points for entertainment value?

In any case, SHE MADE IT! Zooming wheelchairs didn't faze her, 1/2 dozen excited hands patting her made her beam and her easy going temperment shined through. I AM SO EXCITED TO GET STARTED!

I'm not going to lie, I was bragging at the dog park this morning:

Me: Yeah, my dog is a Therapy Dog. Pre-tty big deal.

Them: Oh yeah.

Me: Big test, BIG TEST. Big, big, big.

Them: Hmmm...

Me: Gave her her own parking spot...

Thank you guys for being so encouraging! I've really been looking forward to sharing this exciting news with you and I will definitely keep you posted on all the shenanigens she is sure to get up to "on the job."

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