Category: Ridgebacks

I’m sipping a glass of water (yes, exciting beverages abound when you’re trying to de-caffeinate yourself), and just happen to glance out the window.  And there she is, in all her patio table hogging glory. 
I realize that Ridgebacks love to sun, but surely there should be some boundaries involved?  Like, say, no putting your stinky hound dog [...]

You’ve gotta love a girl who’s okay with her station in life…….

….of course, it’s easy to be okay when your station is Queen.
At least Her Royal Fergieness was gracious enough to allow hubby a blankie while he broke his back on the floor.  Perhaps in the future I can persuade her to toss him a pillow as well.  And while [...]

Just had to post this photo my aunt sent me from Colorado of Zag (Fergie’s ONLY black nosed show littermate out of seven show puppies) playing with Dimond.
From my angle, it’s hard to tell if we’re looking at Ridgebacks or kangaroos.  Although, I bet kangaroos inflict less damage on remotes and shoes.  (Yes, Zag, I’m talking about [...]

Okay, so things are FINALLY settling down to normal here after my 5 day stint at the Ridgeback National Specialty in Gettysburg, PA, which involved me leaving my almost one year-old and 4.5 year-old home alone with my cleanliness-challenged husband.  Although I have to say, I was completely shocked in a good way when I arrived [...]

Just lock me in a padded cell.  Please.  Because the enormity of my decision to leave the kids with hubby while attending the annual Ridgeback Specialty is starting to sink in.  And the deeper it sinks, the more obvious it becomes that I have utterly and completely lost my mind.
Any mother with even an ounce of sanity [...]

So I admit it–I was wrong.  Apparently Fergie is good for something after all.  Check out these bad boys:

We had Fergie get preliminary scores on her hips and elbows, since we plan to let her chase the plastic bunny bag (or perhaps pick up a few pylons again) at the National Specialty next week.  As expected after [...]

Hold on everyone, because here comes Armageddon.
Well, maybe not for you.  But for me?  It may as well be.  Because next week I’m leaving for four days to attend the annual Rhodesian Ridgeback National Specialty in Pennsylvania.  Which means the hubby is staying behind.  With both kids.  In the house.  ALONE.
And while the idea of [...]

You know how dogs possess preternatural powers of sensitivity in all the old animal stories?  Like whenever Timmy’s sick, Lassie mopes for days, fretting about him while laying plastered by his bedside, until at long last his fever breaks and she’s instantly joyful again?  Well I’m hear to tell you, when it comes to Ridgebacks, it’s all [...]

So I know I’m supposed to tell the story of my husband nearly castrating his finger after smashing our glass coffee table while watching the kiddage, but I have like zero time.  After staying up until 4:00 am–4:00 AM–on Saturday night for my 20 year high school reunion, I am pretty much a zombie right [...]

You never know when life is going to throw you a curve ball. Take Skye, for instance.
One day, she’s basking in the sun without a care in the world:

The next, disaster strikes in the form of an absent hot tub cover:

It’s like the epitomy of the Project Runway slogan, only in reverse: One day [...]