And the Winner is!!!!

The winner is...Renee750il
Thank you to alllll who participated, and this surely will not the the last contest coming from this here blog.  So, stay tuned as you might be the next winner.
Congrats, Renee!  Please contact me for your GC!!!!
Happy Holidays, everyone!!!! 

Tis ALMOST the season.

'Tis the season.  Well, almost.  And Ophie and Luke are in the giving spirit.  They wish to gift someone something special.  They believe that every dog, no matter what situation they are from, or no matter what kind of dog, deserves great gear.
Every dog deserves a new collar or lead (or both!) for Christmas, right???  TIS ALMOST TEH SEASON!!!!


And since their human (um, me) runs Ella's Lead, they figure what better place to get this new present from, right?
Right.


Rules are simple to enter this contest:
1. Follow this blog
2. Post a comment (no rules on length of comment, just your name)


What will you win????
Why, you will win this!:

 

(That says the winner receives "$50 in Ella's Lead Merchandise" in case the print is too small in the photo)

I will pick a winner on Wednesday of next week.  I will choose my winner by tossing names into a hat (or bowl, most likely), and drawing a random name.

Contest ends Wednesday @ 9 am central US time.

I will announce the winner in a separate post.  And the winner will be instructed to contact me.

Have fun!  And Happy Early Holidays!!!

 

Where it's at.

I've lately come to realize that, while Luke is my "All-in-yo-face-with-my-awesomeness!" awesome dog, Ophie is really where it's at.
Seriously.
She acts like she's just going to calmly come out of her crate in the morning, as she stretches and yawns and slowly makes her way out.
Then I shut the door, turn around, and BAM! I am slammed by an Ophie.  She's all, "RAWR! I am a puppy and I jump on you! And you have sleeves and pant legs just for ME!!!"
So, I have to tell her to knock it off, turn around, cross my arms over my chest, for about 5 seconds.
Then she gets the picture and walks towards the door to be let out.

Once we get outside, she pauses to void herself, then she jumps straight into the dead leafy buffet on my yard ground that is ALL FOR HER.  Dontcha know that Mother Nature makes those CRUNCHY, COOL leaves fall from the Heavens JUST FOR OPHIE??  Well, she knows it.  
And she eats it.
 
She eats and eats until I've decided that if she eats anymore dead leaves, she'll end up having a poop accident in the house of the loose leafy kind, so I happily say, "Ophie, come!" in which Ophie stops eating, and charges at me.  We go into the garage where she promptly sits her puppy butt on the cold garage floor in anticipation of the treat she gets for charging at me when I told her to.
YAY!

Her recall is getting better.  Thank GOD for a dog that is a Foodie.

Two blog posts for the price of one today: Victorious Soup Face!

So, Luke has some slight counter-surfing issues.
I mean, if you ask him, they are not "issues" but mere challenges that are meant to keep his mind and motor skills sharp. 
Yeah, yeah.
But for all intents and purposes of this incident and post (and the effect it had on his humans), we all know they are counter-surfing issues.


And, just when we think all is calm and content on the home front, Luke reminds us that it is important to never let our guard down for even one minute.  Oh, and to never leave any kind of food on the counters what-so-ever.  Because he has a growing puppy mind to keep sharp.  And goals to meet.

But lets just get to the point.
This is what happened when his humans left soup on the counter, and a Lukey free to make his own decisions for one minute.  I present to you, The Victorious Soup Face:

Yes, if you look closely (and you might not even have to look that closely), the turd even got it into his eye.


Jerk.


But with a very strong mind, goals met, and no challenge to, well, challenging, Luke can honestly say that he won.
Congratulations Luke.
Not only did you beat your humans with your unmatched skills, but you also owned that bowl of soup.

Tendonitis, sore back, busy humans-we're all broken here.

Yes, it's been quite a bit since our last blog post.

Slackers, we are.

It's been getting back to being a bit nippier here, and that causes Ophie and Luke to partake in "Yard Zoomies".

And since we added a bench to our backyard, between the two trees out there, Ophie has some place to plot her sneak attacks.

She stealthily hides under the bench and waits for Dopey, er, Luke, to make his runs by, and BAM! she's all snarl, sneak, and ATTACK!!!

And then the chase begins and eventually rinses and repeats for anywhere from 10-20 minutes.

Isn't hard to imagine this precious creature going from this:

To this:

Because that's her "Playing" face.  And if that's her "playing" face, can you imagine what she'd look like if anything ever got serious around here???

AH-HA! And here we are.

This is Ophie and Luke's blog.  It's about how they grow and develop from puppies into adult dogs, and just documentation of their lives in general.

Oh, and I cannot forget to include the many ways they tend to get under their humans' skin at times.

If you are unaware of who Ophie and Luke are, let me just go ahead and give you a tiny introduction to just who Ophie and Luke currently are.  I say "currently" because there are quite a few things about them that I hope they grow out of as they mature into adult dogs.   But, yes, while those things irritate me, I cannot help but laugh.

Ophie is 8 months old.  She is the quieter of the two.  I mean quieter as in sneakier.   She is the pup that will quietly empty your bathroom garbage (which is right in the room next to you), and you won't know it until you walk in and find her chomping on a half destroyed maxi pad.  Yeah.  Ew.

And while Ophie is quieter, and typically calmer, she's the puppy that comes racing and jumping, like a jack rabbit, out of her crate in the morning.

But she stands completely still for love and hugs.

Unlike her adopted brother, Luke.

Luke is the pit bull puppy that will be all "in yo' face!" for love.  He wiggles unbelievably and sweeps the floor with his tail.  He is also estimated at 8 months old (estimated because the vet can only guess how old both of them are by their teeth).

He gives an abundance of kisses, even when he has just gotten into something he shouldn't have.

Yes, Luke is The Loud One.  He will cry his crate entrapment woes from the rooftops leaving you with a guilt headache.

Boundless energy that one has.  He's very much like a human toddler who runs and runs and RUNS, and the more tired he gets, the more active he becomes, until he finally collapses into a stretched out pile of nothing but legs and big ol' pit bull head.

Yes, love these pups I do.  Irritated with these pups I get.  And you will be able to read their antics in days to come.  And hopefully I will be able to convey their adventures and growth in the silly ways they are expressed.