Living with an older dog

So, little doodle dog also happens to be a little OLD doodle dog. She is 10 years old, so about 70 in dog years. I'm sure many of you can relate that life with an elderly canine can often be very...interesting.

First of all, her hearing has definitely gotten worse...

...or possibly just more selective...

Little old doodle dog has a habit of hanging out in the kitchen while I am cooking. She stares intently at the floor around my feet hoping to see something edible drop.

The problem is that her vision has gotten so bad that half the time she doesn't notice when something finally does drop.

She can no longer jump onto the couch or the bed so she demands to be lifted up. But she only ever wants to lay on the couch when I am laying down for a nap and only when I am JUST about to fall asleep.

Just ignore it, she will give up eventually!

But she never does.

And the baby will be awake soon, so just lift her up and then you can fall asleep.

Ahh, that's better. And she is kind of warm on my feet. Now, to catch a few ZZZ's...


...three minutes later, little old doodle dog hears a noise that could possibly be a scary intruder...

...never mind, it was just the washing machine...it doesn't really matter anyway because she decides that she didn't want to lay on the couch after all. She wanted to lay in her doggie bed on the floor. She does so.

Ok good, no more interruptions, time for some rest. Just. About. To. Fall. Asleep...

...at which point, little old doodle dog inevitably decides that she DOES want to lay on the couch after all.

...and then the baby wakes up. "Nap" time is officially over. Great.

And finally, the absolute best part about life with an older dog: the disturbing increase in number of vet visits, and subsequent bills.

Poor little bugger, I hope they figure out why she has <insert random old dog symptom here>. I'm sure she will be feeling better soon!

Then I go to check out...

Um, excuse me? I mean, I love my dog and all, but...what? I mean, I have a kid now! How do I justify spending this much on our little old dog when our human baby needs to go to college someday?

But, invariably, I fork over the dough. Because how can I not? She was, after all, my first baby. Just because she has fur and eats poop doesn't mean I can neglect her needs.

So, that, my friends, is life with little old doodle dog. Stay tuned for more, because she is getting older by the day, and her bowels are bound to give out at some point. Which will be horrible for all involved, but will likely make for good bloggy material.

Do you have any funny older pet stories? 
Preferably involving poo.

Meet The Doodles

Welcome to the Doodle Farm!

Full disclosure: this blog is a shameless copy-cat of this far-superior-and-way-more-hilarious blog: http://crappypictures.com/. Seriously, that shiz is crazy funny. Check it out.

At first I was a little conflicted about copying the hand-drawn pictures blog idea, but then i realized, 1) there are a lot of similar types of cooking blogs, fitness blogs, mommy blogs, etc, so why can't there be more than one "my so-called, poorly illustrated life" blog? 2) imitation is the sincerest form of flattery 3) no one will probably read my blog anyway. So here goes.

Well here we are:

Yup, just a happy little family of three. Doodle Mama, Doodle Dad, and Doodle Baby. Doodle Baby is very special to us because she knows how to levitate, as you can see.

But wait, there's more. We have animals. Lots of animals.

We have two canines:

Big Doodle Dog and Little Doodle Dog. Little Doodle Dog rules the roost around here. She sleeps on the bed and eats poop when she goes outside. Big Doodle Dog knows better than to mess with that shiz.

We also have 9 Doodle Chickens:

I drew three and got bored so here are three of our chickens. Our evil rooster's name is McJagger, and that's just too cool to doodle-ify, so he will remain McJagger. You can call the rest of the chickens the Doodle Hens. The Doodle Hens are pretty cool because they lay eggs for us. Actually, they probably aren't thinking about us when they lay the eggs. But we steal them anyway. Suckaz. Some of our hens lay brown eggs and some of our hens lay blue eggs. Blue. For reals.

The doodle hens are probably my favorite pets because we can borderline neglect them and they still give us food. It's pretty cool. They also put up with the evil McJagger's constant and forceful advances on a daily basis, not to mention shooting an egg out their bums every 24-48 hours. Respect, ladies.

Next on the farm, we have the two Doodle Horses (which are really just 1200 lb. lawn ornaments that eat a lot and poop a lot. We hardly ever ride them, but they do add a certain aesthetic appeal to the place. Mostly via large piles of feces.)

And finally, last but not least, we also have a happy little hive of bees:

They haz honey and they don't care to share. Mostly we leave them alone. Sometimes Doodle Dad checks in on them to see how the honey production is going. They get very angry and try to sting him. We haven't collected any honey yet.

So there you have it, the Doodle Farm. Stay tuned for good old fashioned farmy antics. Or at least some  kind of antics. Or shenanigans. Or hooligans. Bye.