Sometimes creativity isn’t about what you make, it’s about how you solve problems.  And Houston, we had a problem.

Our dog Kramer is 15 (16 in May) and over the last year or so has become somewhat of a challenge.  His mobility is not what it used to be, and neither is his bladder.  A daily dose of Proin has helped to solve the bladder issue, but the mobility is still not so good, even with medication to help with pain and inflammation.

Kramer has always liked his walks, and still does.  The problem is getting him from our fourth floor condo down to the street in a timely (see bladder issue, above) and stress-free manner.  I feel so bad pulling him along, knowing he’s doing the best he can, and also knowing if I don’t get him out post-haste, he might have an accident in a public place in our building.

The time had come for a different solution:


This sexy little number was purchased at Target and put together by my dear husband.  Kramer doesn’t like it all that much but I keep a steady stream of kibble flowing and he stays in it pretty well.  Sometimes I even catch him hanging out around the wagon looking for stray treats.  I use it to roll him outside of the building, then take him out so he can get his regular walk in down on the street.

Problem solved!

Fall is officially here!  Hooray!  Let’s celebrate with a gratuitous post about dogs.

This, my friends, beats a shirtless David Beckham any day of the week:


I know I’ll probably never get a puppy, but when I see pictures like these I just melt.  And I love corgis.  Kramer and Stuart are corgi-german shepherd mixes:

Kramer, circa 2001.

Stuart, circa 2001.

The funny thing about my dogs is that even though they look nearly identical, they were actually born about 8 years apart.  Even funnier, there is a breed called the Lancashire Heeler that looks just like my dogs… but they are rare, and most are in the U.K.  The chances of two of them ending up in a U.S. shelter are slim.  Check this out: 

The Lancashire Heeler Club

The only bad thing about adopting adult dogs is that you never get to see them as puppies.  And I loves me some puppies, that’s for sure.  Occasionally, Mick and I have searched online for pups that look like they might’ve been Kramer or Stuart:

Photo credit:  Claire Appleton

Photo credit:  Christina Oates

Photo credit:  Lancashire Heeler Club

Oh well, it’s fun to imagine what they might’ve looked like.

There is one thing I love better than anything in the world (except Mick, but that doesn’t count), and that’s dogs.  Specifically, my dogs, Kramer and Stuart, although any dog will do in a pinch.

Because I am going through kind of a creative dry spell–that’s not exactly true because while I am feeling very creative, I haven’t had the time to do anything about it–I thought the dogs deserved a post of their very own.

So here we go:

My parents ran the Boston Marathon today, so my morning was spent tracking them on the Boston Marathon website.  I know it looks like I’m forcing him, but really, Stuart wanted to look at their results on the computer.  Honest.

On any give day, at any given time, this is where you will find my dog Kramer, who will be 15 next month.  This is our bed at the Santa Monica house, and it’s pretty high up.  In recent years he’s gotten a little less proficient at jumping up on it, but since he’s on it every time I go in there, I figure he’s doing okay.

This, of course, is Stuart:

“Must lay…on…couch…no matter how…uncomfortable….”

This is Kramer lying on his bed at our Oregon house.  The bed there is much too high for him to jump on–he won’t even try.  He likes to curl himself up into the smallest ball he can sometimes.  Oh, and yes, that is my bra laying on the floor next to him.  I’m too lazy to photoshop it out at the moment.

Can you guess which dog this is?  I’ll give you a hint:  it’s not Kramer.

Stuart the guard dog.  Yeah, right.

Stuart is a cuddle bug.  About 90% of the time, some part of his body has to be touching some part of mine, including when I knit (he’s actually jealous of my knitting needles).  That’s why most of the stuff I knit has little black dog hairs stuck in it here and there.

The dog pictured above is my aunt and uncle’s dog, Buddy.  He’s a big ol’ hound dog mutt, and deliciously kissable.

See?  Very, very smoochable.

Kramer’s Glamour Shot.

I’ll leave you with that one.