Dormant

This blog, as this dog, is dormant.  But it will revive soon.  Stand by. 

Repugnant

I really don't like pugs.  Or bulldogs.  Or any other breed with a smooshed snout.  I know, I'm prejudiced.  But they snore and slobber and just don't look NORMAL!   So since I'm very tired and out of inspiration I will let the cat speak for me.  This dog is repugnant.  Yet strangely cute.  Or maybe that's just my weariness speaking.

Dog-leg

When I first ran across this compound word, it was in reference to a golf course.  I thought it quite horrible that they had DOG LEGS on a golf course.  But after a quick look at the dictionary, I found it meant to proceed at a sharp angle.  I guess dog's legs do have a sharper angle than a human's.  And they're darn cute, too.  So here's a sample of some of the loveliest dog legs I could find.

                       Them's some long, luscious legs.

These...um...pajamas could be called cruelty to animals but they show off his legs so nicely.

 

   These look more like muppet legs.  And Squishy has no legs. 
 

And this picture just makes me happy.  Even dogs can use their legs and dance.

Electrified!

I'm not posting this because I have a good word.  In fact, there is no word perfect enough for this picture.  This made my day and I thought I'd share the joy.  I would change the spelling of "relativity" but I'm just too lazy.  Enjoy!

Kvetch

Your feet really smell.  Can't you vacuum this rug once in a while?  And get my toys out from under the couch.  Don't you know I can't reach them?  Gah!  Look at the dust bunnies!  I can't believe you let this place go like this!  And don't get me started on your decorating taste.  It's like a nightmare in here and I can't even see in color.  And that nail polish you're using makes me sneeze.  Why can't you remember that I have a sensitive nose?  That new candle stinks too. It's amazing I can even breath at all in here. I don't know why I put up with all of you.  You have no consideration for me at all.  I just feel so put upon and used.  You have got to change my dog food because this kind gives me gas.  Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah.

It's always fun to chat with you, Ginger!  You're so positive and upbeat!

Mutant

This is Cisco aka Squishy.  Well, technically this is Squishy's butt.  And tail.  And...legs.  I use that term loosely.  Squish is a low-riding Corgi so he doesn't have real legs. He has hairy drumsticks.  He is a mutant.  A freak of nature.  A deviation.  A malformation.  A miscreation.  And he's cute as the dickens. 

Niche

According to the dictionary this word is pronounced nich but I've always thought it should be neesh.   It sounds so much more chic.  Since this isn't a video blog I can pronounce it any darn way I want and it doesn't matter.

Anyway, I'm going to wax a bit philosophical today.  Everyone needs to find their niche.  Your particular role or place in life where you feel comfortable, like you fit.  Trying to pound your square-peg self into a round hole just gives you a headache.  So look around, find your true niche in life and embrace it!  It may not be the slot that others area trying to cram you into. 

This dog has embraced his niche in life.  And he can accessorize like nobody's business.  Love the shade of that scarf!

Woebegone

I just couldn't decide between woebegone and hangdog for this picture.  Both perfectly describe poor coned Opal after her "fixing".  Pathetic, doleful, despondent little dog had her lady bits yanked.  I'm frankly shocked the vet was able to find them through all that fur.

Discombobulated

Okay, okay, I didn't take this picture.  I got it off the internet.  But it makes me laugh everytime I look at it and it's a perfect example of one of my favorite words.  Discombobulated not only is fun to say, but it's a feeling I have on a regular basis.  I get addled, befuddled, flustered and frustrated almost daily.  Just this morning I was wondering why I am always buying sunglasses but can never find a pair to put on my face!  How does that happen?!  I think William is wearing them out in the yard to impress the little weiner dog next door. 

Nympholepsy

Hey, get your mind out of the gutter!  It's a frenzy of emotion, as for something unattainable. A spoiled kid begging her parent for a toy in the store and working herself into a full-out tantrum.  In this case, it is Ginger wanting that treat, dangling just out of reach above her head.  This dog loooooves her food.  You can't really see it but she's drooling a bucketful and her toenails are tapping out a furious beat.

Just give it to her already!  I don't want to mop the floor AGAIN!

Hobbledehoy

William is about two years old, more or less.  He was adopted and doesn't remember his birthday.  Anyway, in dog years that makes him about 14. An awkward, ungainly youth.  A gawky teenage boy.  So when this word popped up on my Word-A-Day app, I knew I had to use it.  It IS William.

Here is he letting me know his water dish is empty by playing soccer with it.  William is never without water for more than a couple of minutes, the annoying little hobbledehoy.

Argyle

Arrrrrrgyle.  Doesn't it sound vaguely pirate-y?  Argyle from the Fair Isle.  The pattern itself is cute but saying the word is even better.  Arrrrrg-yle.

I thought these argyle shorts would be stunning on Ginger.  She has an argyle-patterned collar but I couldn't get a good shot of it, what with all her fur and neck skin covering it up.  So I stole a pair of shorts for her to model.  The owner of the shorts was quite upset.

Goggle

Gawk. Gaze. Gape. No other explanation needed

An ubiquitous plethora

The dogs love ropes.  Ropes and balls are all they really play with so I acquire ropes whenever I find a deal.  So we have a profusion, a glut, an overabundance, a surfeit of ropes.  A PLETHORA of ropes.  Now they are UBIQUITOUS.  Omnipresent.  Pervasive.  Sadly, this isn't all of them.  They lurk under the couches and beds and you can't take a step without tripping on either a dog or a rope.  But they look so darn cute when they're playing with them.

Stud

The word "stud" is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a pretty-sounding word.  Stud.  Mud.  Crud.  Blood.  No matter how you're using the word, it's still a dud.  HOWEVER, if you want your dog to match your accessories, you must stud him.  Because studs are really in this season.

(No dog was harmed in the creating of this picture.  Yet.)

Stupefaction

Poor Ginger.  You can see the bewilderment, perplexity and confusion in her furry little face.  She is stupified.  What is this bizarre thing that has her in its grip?! It looks vaguely like a dog but it sure doesn't smell like one!  That's also the expression most humans have when they first get a look at a Furry.  "What the heck is that?!"  You are not alone in your stupefaction, little Ginger.

Hirsute

I  know!  This one was obvious!  What dog isn't hirsute?  Every dog is hairy to some extent.  Except those weird hairless dogs that look like deformed feet with eyes.  But here are two lovely examples of hirsute-ness.

Opal is hirsute in a fur suit.  That dog is just weird looking.  Like a muppet or something.  I don't think she's a real dog.  She's probably some sort of animated plush animal.

Ginger has a lovely head of hair topping her furry body.  It's double hirsute-ness. Not every dog is lucky enough to have long flowing locks.  Even borrowed ones.

Incognito

Betcha can't guess who this is.  She's in disguise because this blog has made her so famous she  can't even go out and pee without the paparazzi positively hounding her.  But it's hard to disguise that pulchritudinous posterior.

Elasticity

We have a guest dog today!  This is Opal, more commonly known as Dopal, because she's not so smart.  But she does have one thing going for her.  Elasssssssticity. This dog is freakishly ssstttrrrretchy. A compact, fuzzy little ball one moment and this lengthy version the next.

Facetiously

If you think too about it too much, life can give you a headache.  There's simply too much.  Too  much wrong.  Too much bad.  Too much of everything. 

Dogs see the world in a much simpler way.  Life is a romp, a walk, a good sniff, dotted with naps and food.  Life is simply not to be taken seriously.   It's amusing, fun, frivolous!  So let's all put on our dog-colored glasses and see the world a bit more facetiously.    That's why dogs don't get headaches.

Langorous

Lannnnnnnguorousssss.  Doesn't just enunciating it make you feel listless and lathargic?  How about limp, sluggish and unenthusiastic?  Languorous is William on a hot afternoon.  Languorous is me after the morning caffeine wears off.  I need to join William for that nap.

Portrait of pulchritude

I adore words that sound like their meaning.  Pulchritude is not one of those words.  It sounds like "pulpy" or "crappy" with attitude.  However, Ginger is showing pulchritude here.  Mounds of it.  Beauty, adorableness, elegance, glamour.  That is Ginger.  From her ruff of creamy fur to her noble profile, she is beauty incarnate.  A dog with true pulchritude.  No pulpy crap in sight.

Introductions all around

Meet WiGi, aka William and Ginger, aka Stinky and the Pain. 

Ginger is the eldest of the two.  A stunning redhead with a body to match.  She's a big girl who knows how to throw her weight around and goes heavy on the eyeliner. 

Last year William joined the family.  He's the pesky younger brother who just won't leave your stuff alone but is so darn cute you can't stay mad for long. 

Together they create the chaos that is home and inspired this blog.  Well, the dogs as well as a prodigious partiality for words and sheer boredom.