Your (um) quarterly Cubbie?

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A bit of recent Cubbie

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Baby Cubbie goes to the beach

It’s official. I have transferred my motherly tendencies to the dog. No toddlers to make me giggle? Just treat Cubbie like a child. Downside is that she became a needy mama’s girl while we were there. It was almost as bad as having a little kid with us.

Here, Cubbie gets babytalked by 3 people named Elizabeth.

 

Equal time for the 3rd child

This one’s for Cubbie’s other mothers. Found it while deleting videos from my camera today. (You can also catch a Cubbie cameo in the school bus video below.)

Tom films Cubbie:

A dog and her boys

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I love my dog

Our Lady Cubbie

I have counted with all of you the many ways. But it still surprises me how much someone who went 45 years being “not a dog person” can love our puppycat.

Here, finally, with apologies to Cubbie’s other mother, are (way too many) pics. Sorry for the wait — and thanks again for letting Cubbie live here with us.

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Cubbie the Wonder Dog to the rescue!

So Tom wins this *ugly*ass bear at the fair. (I mean, the thing looks like somebody plastered Pepe Le Pew with dollar bills. Tell me — why would anyone manufacture a shiny flocked fabric with money all over it? And then make it into a bear?) Anyway, Tom somehow picked up on the fact that I was repulsed by the thing and started tormenting me by putting it in places I wouldn’t expect it: my chair, the bed . . .

Cubbie the Wonder Dog to the rescue! Cubbie had shown an unnatural curiosity about the thing from the moment it came into the house and soon exercised her canine instincts to protect me from it. Over the past week, it didn’t matter where we put the thing — she found it, dragged it around and pulled the stuffing out of it again. Good girl!

update: she unstuffed it again!

Cubbie, unleashed

Cubbie don’t need no stinkin’ leash! She runs like a greyhound — except with this long tongue hanging out and a big smile and her ears blowing back like the Flying Nun.

She isn’t much for the water, though. Wasn’t scared of it until she ran headlong into a few tidal pools over her head. Apparently, she has no depth perception where water is involved: the slightest wet spot is as deep as the deepest stump hole. So she stops at nothing and runs straight into deep water.

After one day, she was chasing birds like she thinks she might catch one. And she knows she’s going to catch one of those butterflies.

More, and better, pics and videos as the week goes on.

Happy dog

We’re ruining her. She came to us perfectly well trained and now she has her run of the house, all day and all night. And she’s taken to wanting to play in the middle of the night, after sleeping all day. It’s like having a cat.

Well, only a few more days until we’re all on a schedule around here when school starts. Theoretically, that will give her a schedule to follow, too. Aren’t dogs creatures of habit?

A dog and her boy