Posts Tagged "dog"

Waterfalls, tails, and other baby adventures

Posted by on Nov 26, 2012 in Written by Dominic | 2 comments

Waterfalls, tails, and other baby adventures

We spent the day at a waterfall yesterday. Between you and me I wanted to spend a nice relaxing Sunday sitting in front of the television and eating Thai biscuits filled with squishy strawberry sugar paste, but Mama informed me in no uncertain terms that I’m not going to get everything that I want in life exactly when I want it. If that’s true, I’m devastated. But then again, Mama tells me that dirt and snails are yucky and not to be eaten, so she’s clearly not infallible. She also told me that the mandarin oranges were “all finished” tonight when I know...

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10 Ways My Baby Is Like My Dog

Posted by on Jun 15, 2012 in Funny, Parenting | 9 comments

10 Ways My Baby Is Like My Dog

(Yes, that is the dog’s water bowl. Yes, that is my child. No, I did not take this photo.) * When we brought home our adorable mutt, Zulu, a number of friends told us that a puppy was a great training run for parenthood and that we’d have a baby within a year. Much to our surprise, they were right on both counts. We had our first child eleven months later, and this year we’ve learning that puppies and babies are remarkably similar in some ways. 1. How they’re similar: Once upon a time, I said that I would never have a dog or a baby sleeping in my bedroom. Both dog and baby ended...

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Dead cats, working elephants, new schools, and other tidbits from Laos

Posted by on Mar 8, 2011 in Life in Laos, Posts with photos | 8 comments

Dead cats, working elephants, new schools, and other tidbits from Laos

It’s a public holiday here in Laos, so Mike and I are celebrating by working together at the kitchen table. Yeah, we really know how to do public holidays in style. Actually, one of us does, anyway. Mike let me sleep in until nearly eight this morning and then woke me up with a tray loaded with cheesy scrambled eggs, grilled tomato, mango, dragonfruit, and half a cup of coffee (I’m just easing back into coffee after going off it overnight the minute I was afflicted with pregnancy nausea). So we had breakfast in bed together before we set up our two laptops downstairs and started typing...

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Puppy lessons in parenting – resource guarding

Posted by on Jan 11, 2011 in Life in Laos, Parenting | 12 comments

Puppy lessons in parenting – resource guarding

It’s been a while since I updated you about our little chew monster (aka kea-puppy, shark mouth, demon dog, and Zulu) so here’s a puppy post. We had a “clueless parents faced with a defiant toddler” moment this week. Zulu is, on the whole, a sweet and friendly dog. He adores people and when we walk him he looks up at the passerbys, wagging his little tail, clearly curious as to why they’re not stopping to shower him with affection and attention. He takes himself off to the toilet outside. He doesn’t chew on the furniture, our shoes, or destroy our trash can. We must admit that he...

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New moon dawn

Posted by on Nov 20, 2010 in Life in Laos | 6 comments

New moon dawn

“What are you writing about for the blog?” Mike asked. “Um,” I said. “I started out by writing about how it’s a full moon because I found that cool photo you took of the full moon over the temple. Then I wrote about how you were doing the grocery shopping on a bicycle. Then I wrote about the dog.” Mike looked at me blankly. “That’s totally random,” he said. “I know,” I said, a bit defensive. “I’m having a hard time getting my head back in blogging territory after the last week of being only in resilience report territory.” “You should call it Lisa Gets Her...

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Puppy lessons in parenthood

Posted by on Nov 12, 2010 in Parenting, Posts with photos | 6 comments

Puppy lessons in parenthood

OK, I’ll say right here and now that, despite my joking on facebook this week, I do not doubt that babies are harder work than puppies. And, obviously, the stakes are just a little bit higher. But, that said, I reckon that there’s some truth to puppies being a crash course in parenting. I so had no idea. A good friend, Jenn, wrote me several long emails about puppies before we bought Zulu home. Jenn is one of those amazing friends who is interested in my life and reads all my essays, but who also doesn’t hesitate to take a keen editorial eye and a red pen to those essays and...

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It’s a boy!

Posted by on Nov 8, 2010 in Life in Laos, Posts with photos | 19 comments

It’s a boy!

Two weeks ago, when Mike and I went to pick out our puppy, there was only a little boy and a little girl left in the litter that we wanted, and we picked the little girl. But yesterday when we went back to pick her up, Soumontha told us that the little girl had met with an unfortunate accident underneath the wheels of a landrover. The only one left was her little brother. Her little brother who whimpered and moaned whenever we picked him up, and who let the other 14 puppies walk all over him. Literally. Most of the litter was smaller than our little fellow but I saw more than one of them...

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Friendly Companions from Siberia

Posted by on Sep 20, 2010 in Funny, Life in Laos | 11 comments

Friendly Companions from Siberia

Last week our neighbor’s computer was stolen. His front door is less than ten steps from ours – his house is a mirror image of ours – and when he left his door unlocked and went out for a couple of hours in the middle of the day last week someone strolled up, let themselves in, picked up his computer, and took off. I was likely sitting right next door when this happened. Mike and I were less than thrilled when we learned about this. We really like our house. All the toilets and air conditioners and taps are working now, and it’s beautiful, really. Downstairs is just one large, tiled,...

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“That” dog

Posted by on Jul 19, 2010 in Lisa and Mike dialogues | 3 comments

“That” dog

This morning, as he sometimes does, Mike woke up before 5am. In an effort to avoid disturbing me, he decided to go outside and sit on the balcony. At about 6 he came and crawled back into bed. “Did you hear the dog?” he asked. At this point I may have said something uncomplimentary about that dog. Profane, even. I could feel Mike smiling in the darkness. “Is it that scruffy little sod? That mangy cur?” I asked. “The one that sits in the street next door looking miserable all day long? Is that the pre-dawn howler?” “Yeah,” Mike said. “That one. Want to hear something...

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