Posts Tagged ‘charlie’

Llamas. Poodles. Dentists!

September 23, 2010

I know you’re supposed to think puppies are adorable. To be honest though, I wasn’t crazy about my poodle Charlie when she was nothing more that a shitting crying tiny ball of fluff but the more she grows up, the cuter I think she looks. This could be because she has a slight llama quality to her.


I think Charlie and I should recreate this video.

Photos of Charlie by Chloe Rice

“My First Project”

July 26, 2010

I’ve been messing around my a friends Canon 7D camera, recently. While I was getting ready for work the other morning, I set the camera around and just let it roll. Then edited it in iMovie. It was my first real attempt, but I think it came out pretty ok.

An Equivalence Of 14,000 Words.

May 18, 2010

I would say that the past couple of days and all friends involved in them, have been pretty lovely.

I believe I’ve spoken myself into a hole on several occasions, through out this week. So I will simply be translating through pixels, for now.


Haute Dog

March 22, 2010

While I was out of town last week, my entire room flooded and sprouted little mold gremlins through out my entire wardrobe. Lucky, my friends at Haute Macabre swooped in and dressed me (and the pup) in their new line of merch.

I am currently wearing my new favorite leggings and I highly suggest  blowing your money on them.

Muddled (87/365)

March 1, 2010

The other day, as the snow melted, and I took the dog for her usual walk around the block, she did that thing that everyone is guilty of. She leaped right into a huge murkey puddle that she had mistaken for solid ground.

Poor pup

Ying Yang (80/365)

February 19, 2010

a self portrait from today

I recently took a look back at old journals and sketch books from when I was 15 and these seem to be the things that have never changed and that hopefully never will:

  1. My favorite food is tako. Japanese for octopus.
  2. My favorite action is peeling things. Anything from oranges to glue off my hands.
  3. My favorite smell is a tie between Windex, sulfur, and  Gardenias (which has been bottled up and sold as a spray).
  4. My favorite color is white. It makes me think of a blank canvas or a clean room.
  5. The best album ever is the Shape of Punk to Come by Refused. Its not even my opinion. Its just a fact.

What are your favorites? Perhaps you’ll change my mind…

  1. Food:
  2. Action:
  3. Smell:
  4. Color:
  5. Album:

Doin’ It On My Limbs (73/365)

February 13, 2010

Yesterday  my dog learned how to hump. Its the sneakiest dog move ever. It always takes me a second to realize when it’s happening.  “awe she’s hugging my leg….wow she’s really got a gri….HEY! NO!”

Swimming in Snow (71/365)

February 10, 2010

Today, Charlie was up to her eyeballs in snow. She would walk right into what looked like solid snow, and as soon as she trusted it to hold her weight, her entire body would sink into it until all you could see was this little black dot of a nose poking out of the snow. I would pull her out and she just licked my face with her frosty tongue.

Reason #43 of why dogs are better than babies: If you were to put a baby in 2 feet of snow it would probably cry or die of hypothermia, either way people would make a big stink out of it and inevitably ruin the fun.

Attack Mode(65/365)

February 4, 2010

A Letter To A Dog (61/365)

January 31, 2010

Dear Charlie,

I was pretty skeptical of our friendship at first, but after learning about our joint love for meat, Iron Maiden, comfy beds, and looking mangey even when we’re clean, I think we’re going to get along just fine.

The fact that you like hanging out in my purse and you’re pretty easy to train, are just the Cool Whip to my Jello pudding.

I love you….I guess.

Your friend,


Fun With Medical Tape

January 28, 2010

I was so full of pancakes and love the other day. I’m glad Bee was able to capture it.

I’ve had an increasingly difficult time breathing, over the week. My friend finally forced me to the doctor who informed me that I had been walking around with three fractured ribs all week. I’m no genius but I would go ahead and say it happened right about the time I took this photo, while working a show:

I’m not taking pain killers for it. I figure if I walked around this long with the problem, I could tough it out. Although what I lack pain killers I make up for in things I should strap and wrap to my chest to keep my ribs from malunion. One being a nude colored tape. Yesterday, I tried to wrangle my boobs into this tape, to see what life would be like if I was a little more like Ken than Barbie.

It was a task that got boring pretty quickly for me, but I think I found out my pups new favorite game!

all this rib talk sure makes a girl hungry. mmmmmmmmmm riiiiiiiiiiiiibs

Uuuullll Uuuullll (56/365)

January 26, 2010

This makeshift barrier was made to keep Charlie away from the side of the house that was covered in floor cleaner. Although she proved that she was more than able to hurdle over my row of suitcases and lighting trunks (toy poodles were originally bred to be side show and circus pets, after all) she gratiously listened to my command and stayed put with just  little bit of “uuuulll uuuullll” noises.

I Proudly Eat Dog Food.

January 25, 2010

One hungry pup!

She hangs out around the refrigerator when she’s hungry as if its not at all cute, or something.

Today she had ground turkey with brown rice and peas

There was some rice left over. I ate it with my stir fry sauce.

Having a dog is really helping me stick to my gluten free dietary needs, as well as filling my desire to cook for someone all of the time.

My Friend Charlie

January 19, 2010

The main thing I unwillingly acquired in 2009 was commitment issues. I can’t even take the cart at the grocery store, anymore. You know why? Too much commitment!

I think someone thought it would be a hillarious idea to have me face my fear in 2010 by giving me the gift of Charlie….the poodle.

I’ve been saying forever that if I ever get a dog, Its gonna be a big one. A true companion that could pull me around on roller skates. Not Charlie….the poodle.

Shes cute though, i guess. She does those cute things that people seem to love. She licks faces, whimpers for attention, falls asleep looking like a wad of cotton, ect. Dog shit, you know.

She also chews on my hair when I’m sleeping, looooves M&M’s, shits on things she hates, trys to eat all of my sewing supplies, and can’t stand going for walks. ugh.

I named her Charlie and now get to deal with people telling me on a daily basis, the sex of my dog. Who cares about if shes a female or a male?! Its not like I’m trying to get it into bed. I thought it would be wise to name something in my life after someone I love. Or in this case, three people I’ve loved consistently since childhood:

She was sprung on me pretty suddenly, and I didn’t really have time in my life to make dinner let alone make sure that this Swiffer attachment doesn’t try to kill herself 24 hours a day. I watch a lot of The Dog Whisperer nowadays to try and understand what the fuck that thing is thinking. She takes well to training, so far. Perhaps because I don’t treat her like a puppy or a baby. Just a friend who’s kind of young and retarded.

“jew muss be the leader of jour pack” as  Cesar would say.

Besides, its not like she’s the first friend I’ve had who’s got long dirty hair, pisses in public, smells kind of off, doesn’t speak much, and never looks amused.