Saturday’s Pet Blog Hop: Greyhound vs Pound Cake

We have a fence!


I can have the Detergent boys back soon. I’d have them back now, but they’d have to go back for Easter break when we travel to Melbourne to see family. I’m glad that I didn’t get them. The Mothership is houndysitting another boy: Bungee. It seems that he and Fabian are deep into a new bromance. 

My goal of cycling to work five days a week is stymied by appointments and bouts of insomnia. I can’t ride if I have an appointment too soon after work and too far away. I’m working on it. I am. Cycling makes me a better person. I am not an aggressive driver, but I find city driving too tedious and am impatient. When I ride my bike, I have to remind myself not to lollygag. It’s ironic that I’m less impatient with the slower form of transportation. I also have to remind myself not to sing aloud, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

I love my ride to work. I ride just to the city (I work too far to cycle with three gears–35 minutes by car). When I get to the city, I get a coffee and mosey on over to the old train corral. If I have given myself enough time, I open up the laptop to catch up on e-socialising:

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There are so few people on the train at 5:51 am that I can have my laptop open and get my stitch on. It’s a regular mobile lounge:

The last time I spent the night at The Mothership, I stayed from Wednesday to Saturday. Serious dog time. I’ve been there so often and so long that some dogs are starting to assume that they’re mine. My favourite non-Katy hounds are Jelly and Elmo. Jelly gets so much attention when I’m there that she gets confused. Deep down inside, she’s my dog, too. I had to choose between her and Fabian. Naturally, when I go out there, I like to pretend that she’s mine. I do this by spoiling her. 

I craved pound cake a while ago and it’s been on my mind for a while until I finally bought some. I shared it with my best non-Katy hound:

IMG_0321I see a tongue orchid.

Then, like the rest of us, it’s ideal to clean the teeth after a meal:


Sigh. So this weekend I must rely on photos to visit my dogs. Cap’n Cathy’s good to me and sends me a lot of photos. The dogs are happy. I might be suffering, but the dogs are having a party. First Mate Ron told me “If it’s the longest grass, the muddiest patch, or the deepest puddle, Omo will be in it.” When I come by, they go nuts. That’s all I ask for. REMEMBER ME! In a week, I’ll pack them up in the back of the Blue Binky and head back home. I’ll then show them the renovation plans that were drawn up with them in mind. 

Oh, yes. Renovations. Major renovations. Bringing the old house into this millenium. 2011 will be the year of the ramen noodles.

It’s another week and another hop. You can find the rules at Life With Dogs, Two Little Cavaliers, or Confessions of the Plume. It’s a great way to find new blogs and hop around randomly. For many of us, we have regular blogs we read and can’t always add new ones without giving up things like eating, working, and sleeping. If you don’t want to commit to another regular blog to read, the hop is great for sampling. 


16 thoughts on “Saturday’s Pet Blog Hop: Greyhound vs Pound Cake

  1. hahah I bet she loved that cake!!! it’s hard to be away from them, hope they aren’t too bored with a regular house when they come home!

  2. I love ramen noodles. Sapporo Ichiban and Shin are my favorites. I wish I could bike to work. You get up way early. Do you see farmers getting out bed on your way to the station? I bet the kids will be excited about the renovations.

  3. I love the second photo of Jelly. She looks like the cat who KNOWS she’s about to get the cream. Well, a cat probably doesn’t look like that at all but Jelly looks very happy:)
    Who needs a toothbrush?

  4. ha! no farmers, g. i get on the train with people in construction and the drunks from the night before. 
    the funny thing about riding the bike is that the ride wakes me up nicely. id be grumpier if i woke up an hour and a half later but had to drive. 
    right now its very dark in the morning, so i take the side roads. there are too many spider webs out there that i cant see. the early bird gets the worm. the early cyclist gets the spiderwebs.

  5. jelly had been eyeing that cake for a while. i think we brought it out but then the phone rang. i cant remember; i just know that she was staring for a long time before i decided to be nice. 

  6. Don’t forget to switch up the ramen noodles with some peanut butter and jelly. The dogs would like it better too.
    Reading your post, BTW, gave me an overwhelming urge to patch my bicycle tire. Thank you.

  7. That cake looks good! I’m sure the renos will be worth the ramen-noodle regimen…at least those noodles come in all sorts of flavours nowadays! 😉

  8. Jelly is a sweetheart! I’d give her my pound cake, too. We have done some interior mods for the hounds (putting carpet runner on the stairs, more little mats on the slippery floor). We started that back in December when Sabrina was having trouble walking without falling down. 😦 However, we’ve kept them because Apollo is so much more confident with the very slippery laminate flooring covered in travel paths. Ava has a little trouble on the slippery floor, too.
    We plan to put in a dog ramp over the back deck stairs (a la Gyeong) this summer. Sabrina was fairly easy to carry up/down the stairs when she started failing, but there’s no way I can manage behemoth 85 lb. Apollo, should the need arise.
    Hope you have your fence done and poopers back with you soon!

  9. Why must you taunt me with pound cake?! Katy! Seriously!
    I am missing your boys for you! I will be glad when you get them back. I’m a little concerned about Manboy meeting the fence guys naked, though…
    I am begging you! Please, we have got to see a picture of Omo’s nails in teal!

  10. @something wagging (P),
    Oh, I do love me a toasted peanut butter and jam sammich. I dont like toast, natch, but I do love a toasted sammich with melty guts. Ive gotten used to saying jam instead of jelly here because jelly is the Oz (NZ, too?) term for flavoured gelatine, or Jell-O. 
    Raspberry and apricot jams are my favourite, but I like to look around and experiment. You know, show my wild jam side. The great thing about a messy melted peanut butter sammy is that the plates get messy and need expert licking to get them ready for the dishwasher. I know. Some people hate that, but if youre okay with putting carcass on a plate and eating off it later, a tongue is nothing. 
    At least its getting cooler. One large kettle of soup can last a long time. Stir-fries are always good–Manboy loves his wok. Breakfast for dinner–eggs. Budgeting blows.

  11. @Newfies (J),
    Its not so much motivation as it is necessary. To get to work by 7, I have to catch that one train. The first train on my line into the city gets me to the station with one minute to transfer. If I dont drive but dont want to ride the bike, I have to walk. Walking at that time does not make me happy. Ill walk at lunch and at night. The morning? I mean the late late late night/early early early morning? No, thank you very little. 
    So what started out as a must, has become a lust. Ha. That makes me sound like a Victorian newly-wed.

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