Category Archives: Selby

Remembering Selby, January 27, 2005-July 29, 2013

Selby was born January 27, 2005 on a farm in Minnesota. We drove down to the farm that spring intending to bring home a boy puppy, but his sister was the one who stole our hearts instead. She was playful and goofy and had the sweetest face. While her brother kept getting distracted by other things, the girl puppy was far more interested in us.

Selby as a 3-month old puppy

Wasn’t she adorable? Of course we had to bring her home. (The other dog in the picture is Xerxes, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge in May of 2010)

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My heart has joined The Thousand

When I was growing up, the movie Watership Down was one of my favorites. If you have seen this movie you might be surprised to hear that and wonder what my parents were thinking, letting a kid watch a movie like that. If you have never heard of this movie, go here and read about it. When I got older I read the book and loved it too. At one point in the story, the rabbits gather around a fallen companion and say “My heart has joined The Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.” This little prayer has always helped take the sharp edges of the loss of a furry loved one, at least for me.

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Subtlety is not Selby’s strongest quality

Me: ZZZZZZZzzzzzz

Selby: *pant pant pant*

Clock: It’s 6 am.

Selby: *pantpantpantpantpantpantpantpantpantpant*

Me: *ignore*

Selby: *PANTPANTPANTPANTPANTPANTPANTPANTPANTPANT*

Me: Did you need something Selby?

Selby: Oh good morning Kari, how nice to see you awake! What a lovely surprise!

Me: I’m only awake because you have been panting in my face for 5 minutes.

Selby: I’m glad it worked! Since you’re up would you mind getting me some breakfast?

Me: *grrrrr*

The Great Selbydini

GUEST AUTHOR: Karifur’s Son

Son: Selby, Emerson, time to come inside!

Emerson: I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! I will be happy to come inside.

Son: That’s weird, the gate is closed but Selby’s not in the yard. We will have to find her. Let’s go for a walk.

Emerson: I think maybe she went down this alley. Something smells Selbyish over here. FOLLOW ME!

Son: I don’t see her anywhere…

Selby: *POOF* Surprise! Here I am! Race you home LOL!

Emerson: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Son: Whoa, guys wait for me!

Selby: For my next trick, I will make your sandwich disappear!
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In her own sweet time

Me: Emerson! Selby! Come inside!

Emerson: Okay Mama! *galumph galumph*

Selby: I cannot hear you. I am busy sniffing the snow and pretending not to hear you.

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Snow Day (cartoon)

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As long as you’re up…

Emerson: UrpurURPURPURPGULPBLEAAAUUUGH

Me: *waking up* UGH. What time is it?

Clock: It is 3:45 AM.

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Cold enough for ya?

Me: Man, it is really cold outside.

Selby: Did you say “OUTSIDE”? I like to go outside! Can I please go outside?

Me: Okay but it’s 16 degrees below zero. That’s very cold.

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How the heck did he know?

WHAT USUALLY HAPPENS WHEN I LET THE DOGS OUTSIDE:
Me: Outside?
Selby: YES PLEASE!
Emerson: Okay I guess.
*A few minutes later*
Emerson: Okay I’m done can I come in now?
Me: Yes you can come in. Selby, time to come inside.
Selby: Oh. Okay I guess. *pout*

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I LET THE DOGS OUTSIDE JUST BEFORE I GO OUT OF TOWN WITHOUT THEM:
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How to Speak Cavachon

Me: Hey guys, this is my friend’s cavachon. His name is Chester, and he’ll be staying with us this weekend.
Selby: Hello Chester. Let’s go outside.
Emerson: Hi Chester! I’m going to sniff your butt for an uncomfortably long time.
Chester: Okay. I’m going to go pee on this fence.
Emerson & Selby: Oh boy, pee-mail! *sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*
Me: What does it say?
Selby: It says “This fence belongs to Chester.”
Chester: I’m also going to pee on the corner of the garage.
Emerson: *sniffsniffsniff*
Me: What does that one say?
Emerson: “This building also belongs to Chester.”
Chester: And the house.
Emerson: “Ditto”
Chester: And this tree stump.
Emerson: “Heck with it. Everything in this yard belongs to Chester.”
Me: Aren’t you going to pee on those spots too or something? You know, to remind him that it’s actually your yard.
Emerson: No, Mama, that’s silly. I don’t care whose yard it is as long as I still get to roll in the leaves and nap in the sun.

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