Jack Otis and Casey McCrea, Geniuses

Nothing gets by us. We're geniuses.

If they had business cards, that’s what would be printed on them.

What? Yes, I know dogs don’t have business cards. In no small part because they have no thumbs. But I’m thinking about getting them little tags for their collars because they’re so, so smart.

What? No, I don’t believe for a second that we’re the only family who gave their dogs middle names.

Not only are my dogs smart, they are terribly aware. Observe:

Looking the wrong way.

We’re puggles. We’re so smart. Hey, look! Grass!

What was twenty feet from them in the other direction.

No, we don’t need to look the other way. What could possibly be in the other direction? We’re puggle geniuses.

Completely at ease, with good reason.

Nothing gets by us! We’re geniuses! Did I mention we’re puggles?


Below is the deer’s reaction to me taking pictures. My dogs actually did not notice the deer until after they stood up.

Then Casey lunged, and the deer bolted. Mama went one way, babies went the other way.

I say babies, but they’re practically grown. They were babies last year and we would see them in this part of the cemetery while we were walking the dogs. The dogs didn’t see the deer then, either.

Now the babies are losing their fawnliness.

Yep, any day now these fawns will realize that they’re full grown. That they probably should get  full-time jobs; maybe go to summer school.

You can't see me. I blend right in.
Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me.


They’ll realize how awesome it would be if they started cleaning the kitchen without being asked and stopped leaving their shoes in a death trap pile at the bottom of the stairs so their stepmama deer doesn’t break her damn neck.





They’ll buy their stepmama deer Godiva.

The extra dark truffle bar.

Hmmm. Where was I?



Oh right.



21 thoughts on “Jack Otis and Casey McCrea, Geniuses

  1. Awwww, puggles! So sweet, content to let other animals live happily in their sanctums. Sancti? Whatever. No need for visciousness with the deer. Ebony and ivory. Or something not racial but meaning the same thing. Maybe Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder can do a song about puggles and deer. Or not. Frankly I’m just glad the dogs don’t smell dead bodies and go digging for them.

    I’ve had a martini.

    1. Well, you should have another one and then vlog your interpretation of what that song would sound like, because that would be awesome. I have to say, the freshly dead graves are their absolute favorite, but I think that’s because they smell so many different people around them. It is New Jersey, after all, and you can’t go in the ground without the double enclosure ending in cement..

  2. Ahahahaha, it’s great that there were THREE deer.
    First of all, all of my dogs *ever* have had middle names.
    Secondly, I print tags with my phone number and the dog’s name on them in case they get lost, but you can print on the back as well and a tag that said “Nothing gets by me. I’m a genius” for both of them would be hilarious.
    Great pictures!

    1. I am so happy your dogs have all had middle names. I think it’s high time we got new tags for their collars. Casey ate all of her tags anyway except the rabies one.

  3. Well, deer ARE experts at being very quiet and blending into the background…and it looks like the puggles were quite busy enjoying the view. Yes, I can see Mama Deer is sitting in her tidy kitchen enjoying her Godiva bar, while Fawn 1 and Fawn 2 enjoy being counselors at the Forest Camp for the summer. What a lovely place to walk!

    1. It’s an incredibly beautiful cemetery, especially right now with all the flowering trees in bloom. I can’t believe I haven’t thought of the camp counselor angle. I may have a mission now.

  4. Been away, trying to find my way back. Thought I’d stop by and see how things were going. The kids are soooo cute! Now I have to get some current pics of mine and post them. I’m afraid those deer wouldn’t have been so fortunate if Bon and Bronaugh had been there. I think it’s in a Lab’s blood to chase everything….including me!

    1. Ten years ago it was a mutt. Now it’s a “hybrid”. It’s a pug/beagle mix. They’re supposed to come out looking like Casey, but every so often there’s a spare parts one that looks like Jack (the black & white one).

  5. Those pictures of the deer are fabulous!! And the least they could do is buy their stepmomma some Godiva.

    Sometimes Uncle Jesse notices things AGES before we do, but other times he’s totally oblivious. It’s like, “Um. There is a CAT. A CAT! Right there! You’re a DOG!”

    1. They must be thinking really hard about something else when they miss things that are right in front of them. Maybe thinking about deer poop. All the wildlife in my town can rest easy, at least as far as my dogs are concerned.

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