So if you read my post a little while back about my lasting suspicion that my roommates and I are giving room and board to a few unwanted furry little bastards, I can now confirm that my suspicion is correct. On Christmas eve I was doing some dishes and I noticed that Capone was staring blankly at a cabinet by the refrigerator. After Harley joined him and they both sat and stared at one for a good 10 minutes, I figured they just wanted something in the cabinet so I opened it up to see what was so appealing. I swear as soon as I did that Capone stuck his face in there and Harley pushed him aside and just dove in, pulling out something in her mouth as well as a shelf full of vases that came crashing to the floor.

It was about then that I heard this squeaking noise like what you hear in dog toys, and realized that she was carrying a big stinkin’ rat in her mouth. Though the thing had just gotten caught in a rat trap that our exterminator put in and was well alive and dangling out between Harley’s teeth, the entire kitchen started to smell like someone microwaved a dead fish wrapped inside a tortilla filled with pickles.

You can thank my sister Torie for wanting to document this experience by taking pictures:

So what do blood-hungry puppies do after catching furry intruders? Well, Capone says, “Please sir may I have another” :

Then they both pass out from a hard night’s work:

For Christmas this year my sisters and I bought my mom a Pomeranian that she named Teddy (though my sisters and dad subsequently named him Simon, Maverick, Titus, and Leo). Side note: here’s documented evidence that my Dad does indeed like dogs:

Now ask me why it took me 17 years to beg my dad for a dog, and I still didn’t get one until I was 20 when I was already out of the house. Anyways, we in the Vasile household believe that pets are as much part of a family as people are, which is why I animately insist that my son, Capone, and my niece, Harley, are the only grandkids that my parents are getting anytime soon. Well, this concept kept in mind, the addition of Teddy means that I have a new 4-year-old half brother. I’ve always been the youngest in the family but I’ve so far completely my sisterly duty of taking my little bro to see Santa clause with his uncle Capone:

Merry Christmas!!!

My house is right in front of the Tallwood woodlands so it’s not uncommon for me to wake up to find possums, squirrels, and raccoons in my garage or upstairs where they come in through the attic. There’s also the rare occasion of snakes on the patio and in the trash cans. Really, none of those bother me because I love animals but the two things I’m deathly afraid of are spiders and rats. Luckily we don’t have a big spider infestation around here but I am 100% sure of the fact that a couple of rats have made my house into their personal condo and playground. I bring forth the following evidence:

Exhibit #1: Bachelor pads under the washing machine and behind the furniture:

We’re having the plumbing and floors redone on one side of the house and when the boys moved the furniture they found nests of fiberglass, dog food, and rat poop in the corner

Exhibit #2: Suspicious hole behind the toilet in one of the master bathrooms

I know that this wasn’t here before because this bathroom was just remodeled. Take note of the wood shavings on the floor and the telltale chew marks on the wall.

Exhibit #3:

This really has nothing to do with the rat situation but I saw this box at my dad’s house and I think it looks kinda like boobs.

I should also mention that on three occasions we’ve seen the dogs go nuts and start chasing an unidentified moving object around the house.

So either the rats start paying rent and contributing to the $90 a month I spend on dog food, or they can have a date with the hot A-Active guy (who, by the way, is welcome to come over with his hose any time).

A lot of my friends have kids, so this year when they all wanted to go to Lynnhaven Mall to get their kids some pictures with Santa I felt a little left out. I really have no desire to ever have kids, nevertheless to take them to see some creepy old man who likes to have little kids sitting on his lap all the time. But since we were going anyways and I decided to take Capone for his first Christmas with Santa. I put on his little Santa slippers and took him to the mall where all the little kids were in line to take pictures and stuff, only I was standing there will a little pit bull who was growling and scaring all the kids away. Then I found out that Mr. Santa is allergic to dogs, so he refused to hold Capone on his lap and insisted that I duck into the picture to make sure that he didn’t bite his head off. They also made me sign a waiver so that I would be responsible if he attacked anyone.

Apparently Capone doesn’t like Santa either, because we couldn’t even get one picture of him with his cute puppy face on. Take note of the evil scowl that’s pasted across Capone’s face every time Santa was in sight. I eventually settled for this picture because it was the only one where he wasn’t going flat-eared and bearing teeth to the fat guy in the red suit. Aside from that, while I was walking aroung the mall people kept stopping me to take pictures of my puppy (who by the way is 9 month old, making him about 6 years old in dog years, so he’s a minor).

Maybe I shouldn’t have worn black because the photographer ended up having to lighten our half of the picture so you could see Capone. But in the end I got a nice picture of me and Capone with Santa for Capone’s first Christmas.

I don’t even know…I just came home one day and here they were:

My Good Luck Pineapple broke today and I’m very upset….it’s the very first pineapple I bought when I moved out of my parents’ house three years ago, and it’s been in my freezer ever since.  Man, the last time I was this upset was when I bought Capone a fish named Charlie…and then he ate it.

I was finally able to get the dogs together to show you why I don’t need to lock my doors at night. They didn’t want to pose nude, but hey, I have a website to run. Click for a larger image:

The sexy man on the left is Timber (Pitbull, 90 lbs), middle is Capone (Pitbull puppy, 35 lbs), and right is Harley (German Shepherd-Pitbull mix, 65 lbs)

For anyone who hasn’t met the newest addition to the Vasilé family, I’d like to introduce you to Capone. He’s a purebred pitbull currently at 12 weeks, 25 lbs. His vet estimated that based on his genes he’s probably going to reach about 80-90 lbs by the time he’s a year old. Yes, that means that my puppy is going to be beast, and he’s probably going to make your puppy his bitch. I’m already working on digging a hole in my backyard to dispose of all the contingent body parts he’s probably going to bring home.

Click on the pic for the full image. You can see more pictures of my sexy-ass puppy in my Gallery.