Rowdy is tired of getting slapped around by Thomas
Beachy
Although a couple of weeks removed, I still love this picture. Stewy, JJ, and I enjoyed the game from a lower level Mizzou section, and we revelled in the mass exodus from Arrowhead. It was easily the best game since the National Championship. I love that they came out in those dumb ass mustard yellow jerseys. Just another distraction that big game Pinkel gives his players. Love it!
As he ages, Rowdy has gotten to be more of a lazy bum. No longer does he get up at 6 a.m. to go outside, like when he was a puppy. No longer does he even get up at 8 a.m. He is usually pretty happy to get up whenever I do. Lately, he jumps up into bed when I get in the shower and makes himself a little nest. I help cover him up a little bit for added effect. He seems to like it.
Rowdy smiles when he has been bad
Well, these pics are a little old especially since there is now snow on the ground, but deal with it. I know the leaves in P.V. are ridiculous, but this year seemed to happen all at once. It took me most of a day and 23 55gal. trash bags just to "clean up" the front yard. I waited another couple of weeks before tackling the remainder of the front and the back. After another full day of raking, blowing, vacuuming, and mowing.........I had another 20 some bags! Surely there is an easier way. I think PV needs to adopt a curbside leaf pickup since our taxes are so high anyway. By the way, I do have a driveway, yard, and sidewalk underneath the mess.
A couple of weeks back, Rowdy came flying in from outside acting all manic. I had no idea what he was doing, but I may have yelled at him cause he was flying around the house like a banshee. He settled down, but just cowered in the corner. Weird. Then I saw a bee in the kitchen.....but I couldn't put 2 and 2 together until I came home later to see Rowdy's eye almost swollen shut. I was worried.....can dogs to into anaphaylactic shock like humans? Anyway, he got a benedryl and went beddiebye sleep sleep. He was better in a couple of hours, but I thought the picture was hilarious....poor guy.
Thank the lord that football season is finally here. Its good to be a Jayhawk these days. Never in my life have I seen the stadium this packed for the first game of the year. You know those first games......teams you never heard of, blazing heat, sun glaring in your eyes for an entire half, and a KU beat down. Well, the beat down wasn't as severe as last year, which I feel is a harbinger of things to come. But remember I took a shit on our b-ball team after the loss at Okie State.......look where that got us! Thanks again to the Lane's who graciously throw tailgate after tailgate. After hitting the Wheel after halftime, we ventured into uncharted territory. At least for me. Coyote's. Yikes. Talk about good people watching......definitely entertaining. From the worst DJ(you try mixing 2 Pina Colada's with Baby Got Back) to the 18 y/o slutties from the other side of the tracks grinding with each other on the dance floor. Good times......I even tolerated the country music. 
Scenes from my broke-ass wanna be gangsta BBQ party. Thanks to all who showed up, sorry it was pretty broke. For myself, I guess it was a good time. I mean, how can you beat 40's of OE, Alize, Hennessey, Gin and Juice, and crazy gansta beats? As you can see in the last picture, I cannot even muster a pseudo-gang sign I was so wasted(4 40's kept cold with my 40 coozy). Thumbs up really says "this guy is from the streets............of Salina." What a douche. Maybe Lisa will put me on her D-bag of the week.
Rowdy loves his new door. He can come and go as he pleases. He can also test the waters a bit, see what's happening. Are there any animals to chase, is it raining, is it too hot? The later is depicted in these pictures. What a baby, its not even sunny out.
I admit that I am not the most responsible doggie parent when it comes to taking care of Rowdy. This just means he probably doesn't get walked enough, and sometimes he endures late nights. Plus, I just feel bad leaving him home all day with only a window to look out of, and no comfy furniture to "nest" on (see much earlier post on the furniture battles). Coming from STL, Rowdy did not have a fenced-in yard. A radio fence worked for a little bit, but for the most part he knew his boundries. Yet, you would still have to keep a bit of an eye on him, just to keep in honest. Now, a fenced-in yard makes life for me much easier. But is Rowdy happy? Hopefully he is now, with his brand new "jerry-rigged" doggie door. 
Of course nothing is easy, especially when I am doing the handiwork, but my door did not want to cooperate very well. If you look closely in the picture, you can see some of my demo work on what I though was some trim on the paneling of the door. I thought removing this was the solution to getting an even surface to attatch the door. Not so fast.....the paneling was grooved into the trim. Completely out of character, I threw caution to the wind and just cut the hole to size. I NEVER DO THIS. All my life I analyze and calculate as to not make a mistake. I hate mistakes. This would of been a huge one. No back door? Or at least a door with a trashbag over the opening. Which would require buying/ordering anothe door, several more trips to Lowe's, and then actually mounting the door. Luckily, it all worked out without too much rigging. 
KCCC Champions!
Rowdy and Zena "warrior princess"
Trying to get these guys to take a good picture was not easy
Long Day at the Links
