We’re still here!

{d&k} are still here!  Sorry for the lack of blog updates.  But, we did have a reason.

There was an incident.

A bad one.

Last Tuesday, {d&k} were getting ready to take the pups on a walk.  We normally go out the back door and down our driveway.  Well, this particular day, we were having a new roof put on our house so the backyard was off-limits due to roofing debris.  So, we took the pups out the front door.  We were just a few steps off the porch, the pups were sniffing our trees and bushes around the porch, when the neighbor dogs came over to say hi.  Well, these dogs get loose from their backyard on a daily basis because the neighbor won’t spend the money to have her fence properly fixed.  And, just about every other day, I end up returning the dogs to her and she has no idea they were even out.  How?  How do you not know 3 of your 6 dogs are loose (yes, I think she is a hoarder).

So, since our pups were leashed and the neighbors were not, we decided the best thing would be to let them all sniff each other instead of pulling ours away and causing a scene.  Boy were we wrong.

All of a sudden one of the neighbor dogs lunged at Uma and that’s when all hell broke loose.  I’m not even sure what happened, where the noises were coming from, what dog was attaching who.  It was awful.  And, at this point, I’ve tried to block it from my memory.

All I remember is trying to get 2 of the neighbor dogs off of Elvis.  I was kicking them, pulling their collars, but they had him in their mouths and wouldn’t drop him.  It was so terrible.  It’s painful just thinking about it.

Eventually, we were able to get Elvis free.  K spooked the dogs back to their yard.  I scooped up Elvis and the other dogs and took them inside.  There was blood everywhere!  We immediately decided that Elvis had to go to the emergency room.  So we loaded him into the car and drove as fast as we could.  I was holding him on my lap, applying pressure to the worst of the wounds (I didn’t have enough hands to cover all of them), while he whimpered.  It was awful.

Meanwhile, we had just thrown the other 2 pups in our house and left and we were worried they would be panicked over what just happened.  We called our friend to come over and check on them.  K also called the police and animal control.

Once at the emergency vet, they took Elvis in and looked him over.  After he was out of my arms, we realized I had been bit!  On my hand. Great.

The vet comes out to tell us that Elvis will need lots of stitches and they would have to sedate him to make sure he didn’t tear any muscles.  We had to leave him overnight.

Next stop, emergency room for me.  Joy.  I’m not sure if you know this or not but I am terrified of doctors and I instantly start crying.  I’m worried they are going to hurt me and I didn’t want them touching my hand.  This was traumatic.  But, I ended up only crying a little bit, mainly because I was giving my male nurse a hard time for not giving me the play-by-play of what he was doing and for spilling water all over my pants.

So, the dog bit me between my pinky and ring finger.  Ouch.  And, it turns out that they don’t give stitches for dog bites (thank God) because of all the bacteria and infection.  So, I had to have it cleaned out really good, ouch, and then bandaged up, ouch, and a splint put on to keep me from bending my pinky and ring finger to ensure the super deep cut heals.  Oh, and it is on my right hand.  I am, of course, right-handed.  Lovely.

We then had to go and get my prescription and get food.  Because at this point, it is almost 10pm and all this happened at around 6.  In the car, on our way to get food, is when it hits me.  I start crying.  I feel awful that I let that happen to us, especially little, helpless, 20 pound Elvis.

After all that we finally headed home.  I knew there was a lot of blood in the house from when I brought Elvis in before we took him to the ER vet.  Well, I was not prepared for how much blood.  It was everywhere! On the floor, on the walls, the front door, the kitchen cabinets.  Everywhere.  So, we spent the next half hour cleaning it up and disinfecting.  And then we noticed fresh blood.

Apparently Uma had been bitten also.  Our friend that stopped over to check on them while we were in the ERs (human and animal) didn’t notice any blood on Uma.  We think she was excited to see us and once she started jumping that caused her to start bleeding again.  She had a bunch of teeth marks on her back leg and the 3 worst bites we couldn’t get to stop bleeding.  We had to use a lot of band aids and keep her from licking it the whole night.

The next morning we had to go and pick up Elvis from the ER vet.  He had two wounds that needed stitches, 8 in one and 1 in the other.  He also had internal stitches because he had muscles that were torn.  The poor guy looked awful and it took everything I had in me not to cry.  He sat on my lap the whole way home and whimpered.  As soon as we got him home, K turned right back around and took Uma to the vet.  They weaseled her in and had to bandage up her leg to keep them from bleeding.  She hobbled around on it for a few days and now she’s back to racing in the backyard.  Oh, and she decided that it was time for the bandage to come off on Monday.  She didn’t need my help at all.

Elvis is doing much better now.  He’s finally finished with the 2 medications for swelling and infection.  The vet sent him home with pain meds too, and he’s still taking those.  His wounds are healing nicely and he’ll go back to the vet next week to have the stitches removed.  For now, though, he can’t be his normal, hyper self.  He has to take it easy.  Limited walking, no running, no jumping, no stairs.  He has to be crated at night and when we leave, which he hates.  I also have to carry him outside since there is a step.  We have a little system down.  I stand behind him and put my arm under his tail and he sort of falls backwards into my arms.  He gives a little growl every time, as if he’s reminding me that he has stitches.  Just a warning growl, mom.

We also had to call animal control on our neighbor’s dogs to make sure they are up to date on their shots.  I really don’t want rabies.  They are in quarantine right now and we’ll find out soon if they are up to date.  We also filed a claim with our neighbor’s insurance.  They will be covering all of my medical bills and all of our vet bills for the pups.  Which is great considering how much this has cost us already.

So, that has been our week from hell.  I can tell you that we have done nothing else the last week except care for the pups.  So, I have nothing exciting to report to you.  We do have a pretty fun weekend coming up, and we need it.  I’ll make sure I take plenty of pictures and I’ll have exciting things to write about next time.

Please keep Elvis in your prayers for a speeding recovery.  He wants and needs to get back to his spunky self soon!


Enjoy your day,



It’s the weekend…

Do what makes you happy…

Wake up in the big dog’s bed without remembering how you got there.

Nap with the enemy.

Get dressed up. With tiny hats. Always wear tiny hats.

Let it all hang out.

After a night of fun, try not to fall out of your bed.

If you do fall out of your bed, find the next best place to sleep.

And, nap by random feet.

Remember these simple rules of happiness this weekend. If you have questions, the zoo is standing by with answers. Good luck.

Enjoy your weekend,

Inappropriate or Awesome, Vol. 2

Yay!  It’s time for Inappropriate or Awesome!  I’ll let you be the judge…


Let’s just start off with a very Inappropriate salon name turned bad text message strand:
It’s INAPPROPRIATE to name your salon “The Pretty Kitty” and sell waxing discounts on Groupon.
It’s INAPPROPRIATE for us to come up with similar, yet better, names.  I win, by the way.



It is INAPPROPRIATE to stalk your wife.  K, you are a creeper.





It’s AWESOME that I am the proud, new owner of a Bedazzler!  It’s also a little inappropriate that I am just now buying this.  Hello, 80s!  What can I sparkle-up for you?  Jeans?  Cowboy hat?  The possibilities are endless!



It is AWESOME that k has sock tan lines.  It looks like he has white socks on, all.the.time.  It’s hilarious!  Especially when he wears flip-flops.  You’d think wearing flip-flops and socks would be uncomfortable.  And, it’s not the best fashion statement I’ve ever seen.  Feel free to jump in here anytime!




It’s AWESOME that I found this fuzzy dog that looks like Uma.  It’s inappropriate that I am that happy to be holding it and nuzzling it in the middle of a shop.  K, sometimes you shouldn’t take me out in public.  However, if you are looking for a birthday present for me, I think this is a pretty good hint!  He can sleep with us in bed!!!!!!!!


I hope you enjoyed this installment of Inappropriate or Awesome!  What have you done or seen lately that is inappropriate or awesome?


More Inappropriate or Awesome, here.


Enjoy your day & go do something Awesome!  Or Inappropriate.  Or BOTH!!

Wednesday Randomness

This might be one of my favorite continuous posts.  I like being random and I’m glad you are all here to share in this with me.

For today’s installment, we have a dog vs. cat scenario.  This is actually spot-on in the {d&k} casa.  In this scenario Dog = Elvis and Cat = Charlie.  Enjoy!!



This is exactly Elvis and Charlie. I’ve told you many, many times before that Charlie is trying to kill us. I just don’t know how or when. If you haven’t heard from me for an extended period of time, send in reinforcements. Charlie can be manipulated with catnip. Good luck!

Enjoy your day (in my case, it might be my last),

Inappropriate or Awesome

I’ve decided to start a new post, called Inappropriate or Awesome.  I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, but in case you don’t understand….I decided to take photos of things that are either inappropriate or awesome and then blog about it.  Now, these things can pertain to {d&k} or they can just be random.  I’m pretty sure they will most likely all pertain to {d&k}, hehe.

And, here we go…


It’s inappropriate to send your 10 & 12-year-old nephews their birthday presents in these boxes:

(Don’t worry, I felt too guilty and switched them to non-alcoholic boxes.  Who does this?!  What kind of aunt am I?!?)


It’s awesome when you get up in the morning to find this:

(Best husband evah!)

It’s inappropriate to dress your oldest, grumpiest dog up for Cinco de Mayo and let your party guests take photos of him…

(But look at that cute little face!  This one might be a little awesome too!)


It’s inappropriate to make fun of dw for texting mistakes, when his fingers are clearly too big for his iPhone keyboard…

(Haha, I crack myself up.  dw didn’t even think it was funny.  This one can be categorized under awesome too!)


It’s inappropriate to make your husband get a picture like this in the middle of the Farmer’s Market:

(Look how sad he is.  Thanks for being a good sport, k.  And you’re welcome that I’m an awesome wife!)


It’s awesome to find a statue that looks exactly like your dog!  It’s not awesome to charge $80 for it!

(What the pluck, HomeGoods, what the pluck?!)


Well, there you have it.  The first installment of Inappropriate or Awesome was a success.  Even though the majority of pictures were inappropriate.  Eh, it is what it is.  Stayed tuned for the next Inappropriate or Awesome!


Enjoy your day & do something inappropriate AND awesome today!


Google Stole My Brain

{d} – K!  Look!  Those are the cutest dogs!  What kind are they?!  (Yes, I was screaming with excitement that whole time).

{k} – I have no idea.

{d} – They look like Elvis!  Curly tail!  Floppy ears!  I want one!!

{k} – No.

{d} – I know that breed, I just can’t think of it right now.  It will come to me later.


{d} – Ibisu!

{k} – Bless you.

{d} – No.  The dog breed from earlier.  Ibisu.

{k} – Ok?!?!

{d} – Google it.  I want to see if I’m right.

{k} – {Begins to Google “Dog breed Ibisu”}
{Google’s drop down menu pops up and says “did you mean Dog breed Shiba Inu?“}

{k} – Do you mean Shiba Inu?

{d} – YES!  That’s it!  How did Google do that?

{k} – Oh my God. You and Google share the same brain.


I think Google owes me a lot of royalties.  I’ll be waiting for my check, Google.  In the meantime, I’ll be yacht shopping.


Enjoy your day.  And, if you have time, Google Shiba Inus.  You will not be disappointed!



Sebastian the sneaky yarn thief

Sebastian (dog-cat #2) is driving me crazy!  He is obsessed with my yarn balls and will go to any length to get to them.  Lately, he has been throwing himself into the door of my office, where I keep the apparent crack-like-yarn-balls, and pulls all the yarn balls out of the yarn ball basket (really guys?  of course I have a special yarn ball basket.  I can’t believe you questioned that?!) and then chooses his favorite and brings it to me.  Brings it to ME!  Like I would be happy to have a dog-cat drool-slimed yarn ball in my hands.  Then, he goes running back to the office, his hippo-like gallops shaking the whole house, to get another yarn ball.  This time, he comes out of the office making these horrible dying-sea-lion noises, while the yarn ball is in his mouth, getting drooled on.  And then the hippo comes galloping back down the hall to me to drop the yarn ball at my feet.  Ew.  No thank you. Thankfully these are scraps of yarn, so no Etsy orders have been made with the slimy, dog-cat yarn (that is my disclaimer incase any future Etsy buyers are reading this).  So, I take all the yarn balls back to the yarn ball basket (stop laughing at me) and shut the door (that doesn’t latch, of course) and have a seat on the couch.  Sebastian comes over to sit next to me and nuzzles me, like he has done nothing wrong.  Minutes later, he’s back at it!  I hear his not-so-little 17 pound body hit the door with a huge thud! and then hippo gallops back down the hall to give ME back MY yarn ball.  This could go on for hours, if I let it.  Eventually I have to barricade the office door so he can’t get in, only to find that I’ve locked dog-cat #1 in there and he now has free reign on all of the yarn balls.  I have to take down the barricade, remove dog-cat #1 from the office, then put the barricade back up.  Meanwhile, Sebastian is sitting behind me watching me, probably memorizing how to take down the barricade for future reference.  That was all today, people.  All. today.

All I have to say is that Sebastian is lucky he’s cute.  Otherwise, I would open the back door and throw a yarn ball outside and watch him chase it.  Buh-bye dog-cat #2.

Enjoy your day,


So, we have a lot of animals.  I have come to the conclusion that I spent a lot of time yelling at them.  Here at house of {d&k}, you can hear the following yellings on any given day:

“Stop licking the knives!”

“Get out of the dryer!”

“Get off the ________

“Stop licking the electrical outlet!”

“Stop doing that to your brother!  You are a dog, he is a cat!”

“Get off your brother’s head, he can’t breathe!”

“No, you can’t take your toy with you outside!”

“Drop it!”

“Get out of the pantry!”

“Leave it!”

“Get your head out of the refrigerator!”

“Stop eating your brother’s tail!”

“Stop licking the wall!”

“Stop marinating her!”


I know I’m probably forgetting some really good ones, but these are the yellings that were on the top of my head.  Mainly because I’ve said them all today.  Some, for more than one animal.  You’d be surprised at how often Uma tries to eat Elvis’ tail and Sebastian’s tail.  And, Sebastian tries to eat Charlie’s tail.  What is my zoo’s fascination with tails?!  And, what is their obsession with licking things?  Walls, electrical outlets, knives.  Each other.  I’m telling you, that YouTube video is getting closer and closer. 

Enjoy your day (hopefully with less yellings)!