Sunday Sisters: September 24, 2017

It’s important for big sisters to let little sisters know who rules. I’ll always remember this moment when the pecking order was made abundantly clear to a certain pesky little sister. Tallulah had just joined our family and she had the nerve to pull all of my toys out of my toy basket and act like they belonged to her. Seriously?

With one bark, I let Tallulah Bee know that I was still the Queen Bee in my house . . . and I got the toy.

That was a little more than two years ago. From time to time, I still have to remind Tallulah that I am the big sister and that being the big sister has its privileges. But for the most part, she understands: Big Sisters Rule!

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Going Vegetarian with Homemade Veggie Bones

Yesterday, Tallulah and I joined our human mommy/personal chef in the kitchen to whip up a batch of Veggie Bones. Tallulah supervised as Mommy assembled the ingredients:

  • 3 cups minced parsley
  • 1/4 cup finely chopped carrots
  • 1/4 cup shredded mozzarella or parmesan cheese (we went for the parmesan, and Mommy gave it a fine chop)
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 2-3/4 cups whole wheat flour
  • 2 tablespoons bran (we used oat bran)
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/2 to 1 cup water

In one bowl, Mommy combined the parsley, carrots, cheese, and olive oil. In another, she mixed the whole wheat flour, bran, and baking powder. Then she poured the dry ingredients into the veggies, gradually added 1/2 cup of water, and mixed to make a moist but not wet dough. If you’re trying this at home, you might need to add a little extra water. We eventually used just a bit over one cup.

Then came my second favorite part of any dog treat recipe: cleaning the mixer beaters.

I even let Tallulah get in on the action. When we’d finished, Mommy could have put those beaters right back into the drawer  . . . but she didn’t, opting instead to let them take what Tallulah and I thought was a totally unnecessary spin in the dishwasher. But back to the actual baking process.

Mommy kneaded the dough for about a minute and put half of it onto a surface sprinkled with some whole wheat flour. Then she rolled the dough out to 1/2-inch thickness and cut it into little bone shapes before placing the cut-out treats onto a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. (Mommy wrapped the remaining dough in plastic wrap, sealed it in a ziplock bag, and popped it into the freezer so that we can make more treats another day.)

At this point, I will admit that I was super excited that I do not have opposable thumbs. You see, if I did, I might have had to do the whole kneading, rolling, and cutting thing. Instead, I enjoyed a nice little nap. I even left the pre-baking quality control duties up to Tallulah. She seemed pleased with the work that our mommy had done and gave her the ok to place the cookie sheet into the oven, which was preheated to 350F. Then my little sister and I sat back and waited about 20 to 30 minutes for our Veggie Bones to come out. We knew they were ready when they were browned and slightly hardened.

Remember just above when I told you that cleaning the mixer beaters is my second favorite part of any dog teat recipe? Any guesses what my favorite part might be? Yep . . . it’s tasting the final product. After the Veggie Bones came out of the oven, we let them cool and harden just a bit more. While I was happy to let Tallulah cover pre-bake quality control, I took full responsibility for guaranteeing the quality of the post-bake product. After all, being the older sibling does come with some advantages. And my verdict? Simply superb! If you’re looking for a healthy homemade treat, these Veggie Bones are just the thing. BONE appetit . . . and try to keep the drool to a minimum. 😉


Celebrating 22 Years of Dogs

Tomorrow my humans will celebrate 22 years of wedded bliss. They’ll take some time this weekend to reminisce about all of the adventures they’ve shared. And, naturally, they’ll remember the dogs who have been with them along the way.

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Sheffield

When my humans met, Mommy already had Sheffield. In fact, you might credit Sheffield with bringing my humans together. Sheffield and a little Beagle named Abby were friends, which made my human mommy and Abby’s mom friends. Abby’s mom was dating my human daddy’s friend, and Abby’s mom and my human daddy’s friend decided to fix my humans up on a blind date. (It got a little confusing there. I hope you’re still with me.) Abby’s mom gave my future daddy some very good advice before that first date: You have to win over Sheffield. Without Sheffield, you don’t stand a chance. Daddy took that advice, showed up with a big bone for Sheffield, and the rest is history.

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Talbot

One thing led to another, and my humans marched down the aisle September 16, 1995, in Houston, Texas. A guest at their wedding just happened to own two Golden Retrievers, brothers Bow and Arrow. At the reception, he and my humans talked about his plans to breed Bow. My humans said that they would be interested in adding one of Bow’s puppies to their new family, and the guest promised to keep them posted. My human mommy still remembers the day that the phone rang (back when people actually had home phones). It was Bow’s daddy sharing the big news that he thought Bow’s girlfriend, Sandy, would be having puppies and if she did my humans would get first pick. Shortly after that, Talbot joined Sheffield and the little family started to grow.

My Sister, Lexi

Lexi

Several years into their marriage, my humans moved to a place called Galveston, Texas, a small island off the coast of the Lone Star state. Sheffield and Talbot made the move with them, and everyone settled into island life. Eventually my human mommy joined the board of the Galveston Island Humane Society. One day my humans volunteered at a pet adoption event. They were in charge of finding a new family for Alexis, an older terrier mix. Alexis didn’t have the shiniest coat and her teeth showed some signs of obvious dental neglect, so she was a hard sell. At the end of the day, no one wanted Alexis . . . except my human daddy. He had fallen head over heals in love. So Alexis came home with my humans as a foster dog. Less than twenty-four hours later, she joined Sheffield and Talbot as a permanent member of the family. In addition to her new home, she also had a new name–Lexi–because she had decided that she wanted a new name to start her new life.

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While my humans still lived in Galveston, their little family dwindled. First they said goodbye to Sheffield, and then they had to let Talbot go. It was heartbreaking, but Lexi soldiered on. She made the move with them to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and that’s when Yours Truly entered the picture. One weekend morning, my humans were looking through the newspaper. For some odd reason, my human daddy turned to the classified section (which he normally never ever did) and noticed an ad for Golden Retriever puppies in a little town outside of Baton Rouge. My humans looked at each other and said, “Let’s just go look” . . . as if anyone ever just goes to look at puppies. Before the end of that day, I had waddled my little puppy butt right into my future human daddy’s lap, planted a huge kiss on his cheek, and I was all set to become the newest member of the family.

Tallulah Bee

Lexi and I shared our humans for several years before she too had to leave the family. I was an only dog for a while. That’s when my humans got serious about researching responsible Golden Retriever breeders. They discovered Rhythm Golden Retrievers in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, and got at the end of a very long waiting list. Meanwhile, the humans decided to make a move from Baton Rouge to New Orleans. The day they closed on their new house in the Crescent City, Mommy received a text: Rhythm Golden Retrievers had a new litter of puppies and one of the girls was going to be our newest family member. It wasn’t the best timing, but it was the best news. Tallulah Bee would be joining our family.

So my humans have seen 22 years come and go. They’ve had the heartbreak of saying goodbye to Sheffield, Talbot, and Lexi. But they’ve also had the joy of filling their lives with the unconditional love of man’s (and woman’s) best friend every single day of their married life. Tallulah and I are so happy to celebrate this anniversary with our human mommy and our human daddy, and we hope to be right there by their sides to celebrate many, many more.

Cheers, and happy 22nd Anniversary!


What Hit Me?

This is me on drugs. It all started bright and early yesterday morning . . . a little too bright and early for my taste. Normally my human mommy lets me sleep in while she gets up to prepare my breakfast, but not yesterday. Just past the crack of dawn, I heard, “Come on, Miss Lee. We need to get going.” She led me into the laundry room, where I usually find my breakfast waiting for me, but my bowl was empty and the water bowl was missing. Hmmmmm, something was not quite right. Then she hooked my leash to my collar and we set out on our morning walk, but there was something not quite right about the route we were taking. And then all of a sudden it hit me: We were headed toward the V-E-T. WHAT!?!

Most of the day was a total blur. I have no idea what hit me, but the next thing I knew it was the afternoon and I was sitting in an exam room. I vaguely recall my human mommy having a conversation with my V-E-T. There was something about my teeth being beautiful and clean. And then they started talking about my butt. WHAT!?!

Remember when I assisted Dr. Julie Buzby as she presented “All Hands on Dog: 10 Touches That Could Save Your Dog’s Life” at BlogPaws 2017? Do you remember Touch 10: Under the Tail? Well, Dr. Buzby found a very small mass in a private place just under my tail. (I’m not going to be more specific. This is embarrassing enough. I think you know where.) Naturally, my human mommy immediately brought it to the attention of my V-E-T, and we decided to watch it and, if we didn’t see any changes, to wait to remove it when I had my next teeth cleaning. In other words, friends, I got it at both ends yesterday. But I also got some pretty good drugs, so I’m not complaining. The V-E-T says that he doesn’t expect the little mass to be anything serious, but just in case it’s gone to the lab to be analyzed. We’ll get the results later this week or early next week. Until then, I’m going to enjoy my buzz as long as I possibly can.


Sunday Sisters: September 10, 2017

Final Update on the Pet Supermodel Contest

Notice that giant cat just over our shoulders? Well this photo seems appropriate for what I’m about to tell you. The results won’t be official until this Tuesday, but I fear that Tallulah and I failed to win, place, or show in the Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest. On the last day, at the last minute, we lost third place to a cat–a cat!–that chased us from behind by more than 100 votes and snuck ahead of us as the contest ended.

Oh well, that silly cat may have third place, but Tallulah and I have the best friends ever. Thank you so very much for supporting us!

 


One Final Vote Request . . . and a Big Thank You

Hi, friends. Tallulah Bee here. My sister, Harper Lee, is off getting her hair done. Isn’t that so supermodel of her? Anyway, this is it. It’s the final day of voting in the Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest. You think you’re excited? You should see our human mommy/blogging assistant/campaign manager. 😉 Thanks to all of you, Harper Lee and I are currently in third place. Great job, friends!

But you know what they say: It’s not over until the fat lady sings . . . or, in this case, until the puppy dog howls. Everyone is making a mad dash for the finish line–especially all of those cats that are chasing us–and goodness knows we don’t want to be caught from behind. So on behalf of my big sister and my human mommy, I’m staring into your soul with my sweet puppy eyes and asking you to vote one more time. Click here and then scroll down to click to page 5. You’ll find us at the bottom of page five, and then you know what to do. Remember, you can’t vote until 24 hours after your last vote and you can vote from multiple devices (once from your computer, once from your phone, once from your tablet, etc.). Voting ends today at 5 p.m. eastern time.

If Harper Lee and I place in the top three, we’re donating our prize to Zeus’ Rescues, a New Orleans shelter that welcomed pets from Hurricane Harvey and that in all likelihood will be doing the same for those displaced by Hurricane Irma. From the bottom of our Golden hearts, Harper Lee and I thank you more than you could imagine for supporting us this year. You truly are the best!


Cheers to You . . . Please Keep Voting

Cheers to you, friends! Thanks to your Pet Supermodel Contest votes yesterday, Tallulah and I shot up from eighth place to third place. Amazing! Oh, and just for the record, that glass of wine isn’t mine. It belongs to my human mommy/blogging assistant/campaign manager. She got it into gear and worked her tail off yesterday, so Tallulah and I let her take a little break last night.

But the break is over and it’s time to get back on the campaign trail. We have a cat chasing us for third place. A cat chasing a couple of dogs? That’s just not right . . . and it would be really horrible if a cat actually caught us. Talk about embarrassing. So you know what to do. Click here and scroll down. Then go to page five. You’ll have to scroll down again on page five, but you’ll find us there. Then just click inside the VOTE box. Remember . . . you can vote once every 24 hours (so if you vote at 10 a.m. one day, you can vote again at 10:01 a.m. the next day) and you can vote once from each device you own (computer, phone, tablet, etc.). Hang in there with us. Voting ends tomorrow at 5 p.m. eastern time and we want to finish in the top three so we can give our prize to Zeus’ Rescues, a local shelter that is helping pets from Hurricane Harvey.

Thank you so very much . . . and cheers!