The Honey Pot

cowboythedogchampion:

Cowboy vs Reading 9.22.2010

I was looking through some old files and had to repost this.

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songbirdstew replied to your photoset “I thought she was asleep. That was a silly thing for me to think when…”

My dad had a beagle who would growl intently and then commence howling threateningly if you didn’t give him some of your popcorn. It was the only time he was slightly intimidating.

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womaninterrupted replied to your photoset “I thought she was asleep. That was a silly thing for me to think when…”

Zoe goes crazy for popcorn too.

I’ve probably mentioned this before but one of my favorite things was making popcorn with Cowboy. Even if he was very tired he would sit and watch. waiting. for when I would take the lid off the popped corn to pour it into the bag. A few kernels would pop their way out of the pot and across the kitchen and he would pounce. It was the closest thing he did to hunting.

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runeybadger replied to your photo “I de-widowmaker’d the bag of popcorn on the right… whatever the…”

I’m totally calling them bronies from now on

I think it has a nice ring to it. or what about MRAs?

Cowboy had a Robin costume.
WHY DIDN’T I EVER DRESS UP AS BATMAN?

Cowboy had a Robin costume.
WHY DIDN’T I EVER DRESS UP AS BATMAN?

he was just blurry

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I express all my emotions through Organ Trail screen grabs now.

I express all my emotions through Organ Trail screen grabs now.

July 24 2011

and today, January 28, 2013

The first thing I did when I met Jazz, on the day she was brought home from the shelter*, was clean up her vomit. I told AuntMurble something like, “I don’t need to bond with her. YOU need to bond with her. Get her some water and show her, her yard. I’ll do the gross distancing tasks.” and very nearly the second thing I did was say, “You didn’t get a calm old dog. This dog is dying.” and it was true, she wouldn’t eat, she had a systemic infection, multiple teeth were broken, her legs will never work properly because she was hit by a car when she was a pup. She has tremors and it has been a constant battle to keep her from biting, scratching and licking herself out of existence. 

For weeks AuntMurble would look at Jazz and say,

"What have I done?" and I would say,

"you saved a dog that really needed to be saved. Not many people would have been able to afford to save her or just wouldn’t have because a younger healthier dog is easier." and I had doubts and so did the vet but Jazz did get better.

I didn’t take her for a walk for a year. For months I would say, ‘Your dog needs to go outside.’ , ‘Your dog needs a treatball, she’s bored.’ , ‘she needs to be played with. walked. calmed.’ Giving them space to learn that they were eachother’s. But of course Jazz and I bonded. She knows I’ll take her outside, when no one else is paying attention, she knows that I am paying attention. She knows I’ll feed her when no one else is around and she knows that my room is the comfiest quietest coziest place for a nap. She doesn’t need me or anyone really, but she takes great comfort in me. And she gave me an important gift, the knowledge that she is not Cowboy, she’s no Champion, she is not my side-kick attuned to my every move, she will never be concerned with trying to grant my every wish and command. Because what Cowboy and I had was rare and maybe once in a lifetime.

I fell in love with Jazz (her name was, Jezebel, at the time) the instant I saw her, as I gave her a cold guarded pat on the head and said, ‘hi pup, you sure are pretty.’ and walked away from her to go clean up her vomit.

"She was the only dog not barking at the shelter." -AuntMurble

Jazz’s favorite, and really only, hobby is barking.

I was just going to post these two pictures and then all these words happened. sorry.

*not the day pictured. I don’t know if I mentioned Jazz at first. I tried not to for a long time.

He loved snow
because I love snow.

He loved snow

because I love snow.

cowboythedogchampion:

7.30.2006

~*~
HANDLED!
It’s Good Mustache Thursday. I’ll handle the mustaches, you handle something else, and we might just get the hang of Thursday!

cowboythedogchampion:

7.30.2006

~*~

HANDLED!

It’s Good Mustache Thursday. I’ll handle the mustaches, you handle something else, and we might just get the hang of Thursday!

cowboythedogchampion:

3.31.2009

I walked in the park tonight, the first time since 3.19.2011, I never meant to put it off this long. I had plans to go back right away, after putting Cowboy to sleep, but events kept me away and then I just couldn’t & wouldn’t go. I even avoided driving by the park. 
I have no idea, why tonight, except it just must have been the right time.
I took Jazz. She jumped out of the car and was all like ‘geezus, Jennifer, you have the best fucking ideas!’ and then she tried to run in all directions simultaneously
She’s no Champion but I’ll take her to the park again tomorrow anyway.

cowboythedogchampion:

3.31.2009

I walked in the park tonight, the first time since 3.19.2011, I never meant to put it off this long. I had plans to go back right away, after putting Cowboy to sleep, but events kept me away and then I just couldn’t & wouldn’t go. I even avoided driving by the park.

I have no idea, why tonight, except it just must have been the right time.

I took Jazz. She jumped out of the car and was all like ‘geezus, Jennifer, you have the best fucking ideas!’ and then she tried to run in all directions simultaneously

She’s no Champion but I’ll take her to the park again tomorrow anyway.


cowboythedogchampion:

6.8.2009
I think he was about to sneeze
also,
he is harshly judging your life choices.

he’s harshly judging you ON HIGH, and probably sneezing on you.

cowboythedogchampion:

6.8.2009

I think he was about to sneeze

also,

he is harshly judging your life choices.

he’s harshly judging you ON HIGH, and probably sneezing on you.

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