You'll never guess what Mom did to Skeeter and me yesterday. She took both of us to the groomer where we were bathed AGAIN and got haircuts. If you are reading this then you know from my picture that I have naturally curly hair. I am very proud of my hair. However, that groomer took those clippers and my curls are gone. I feel totally naked.
Then she sprayed us with some perfume or something. I didn't think we needed that at all. I took it as an insult to my usual casual doggy smell.
All this was done because my human sister is coming to visit today. I hope she appreciates what Skeeter and I have been through for her.
My quote for today is from my Dad.
"They smell like a @#$%&* Cat House"
I have never been in a cat's house but I can tell you no cat I ever met smelled anything like this.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
And Then There Was Kim
Today, Sunday is a great day. Everybody is home. We usually get to take a nap with Dad and Mom. Best of all Mom made pancakes. Now I know pancakes are not in the "Healthy Dog" recipe book but honestly don't you just love light fluffy pancakes? Skeeter and I love them. We don't even use syrup, Maybe a touch of sausage or bacon grease. Today we had bacon. YUMMMM
Mom wrote another installment on her dogs. There are lots of funny and sad stories to tell over the year but she is sticking to the basics.
And Then There Was Kim
We all missed our Cocker Spaniel, Sandy. Our home had a hole in it. I had always loved Boston Terriers, probably because my first dog was a Boston Terrier. Fortunately, my husband liked them too. The children didn’t really care. The idea of a puppy was good enough.
We got Kim from a home breeder. He was the runt of the liter and it wasn’t until later that we discovered he had stomach problems. It was too late. We were in love with him. He couldn’t tolerate dog food. Human food was another story. He ate everything unless it was round like peas, grapes etc.
He was a good little dog. He was the only dog I ever knew that could tear up and have a big tear roll down his cheek. He seemed to do this at will, after he had been scolded, which wasn’t often or when he was looking for extra attention.
We also found out that he could not swim. He really could not swim. He would freeze up when he got in water and quickly sink to the bottom. At one point we tried to get him used to water by putting him into the bathtub. He could not swim even one little dog paddle.
The children were teenagers by now. My marriage failed and I came out the lucky one.I got both children and the dog.
I remarried in 1969 and before long my daughter went to Chicago to college and my son moved away. Kim was alone all day. He was so lonely. We felt sorry for him but did not want to see him anyplace he would be unhappy.
A co-worker of my husband had two small boys and they were thinking of getting a small dog. Since this would be their first dog, they did not want a puppy. We took Kim to their house and the two boys loved him. We told them if it didn’t work out, we would take the dog back. The grandmother lived with them so someone was home all day. Kim spent his later years with lots of love and attention.
When Kim died, they got another Boston Terrier.
We were dogless again and decided we should stay that way because there were no children at home, we worked all day and a dog would be lonely.
Today's quote is from Louis Sabin.
" No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich."
Mom wrote another installment on her dogs. There are lots of funny and sad stories to tell over the year but she is sticking to the basics.
And Then There Was Kim
We all missed our Cocker Spaniel, Sandy. Our home had a hole in it. I had always loved Boston Terriers, probably because my first dog was a Boston Terrier. Fortunately, my husband liked them too. The children didn’t really care. The idea of a puppy was good enough.
We got Kim from a home breeder. He was the runt of the liter and it wasn’t until later that we discovered he had stomach problems. It was too late. We were in love with him. He couldn’t tolerate dog food. Human food was another story. He ate everything unless it was round like peas, grapes etc.
He was a good little dog. He was the only dog I ever knew that could tear up and have a big tear roll down his cheek. He seemed to do this at will, after he had been scolded, which wasn’t often or when he was looking for extra attention.
We also found out that he could not swim. He really could not swim. He would freeze up when he got in water and quickly sink to the bottom. At one point we tried to get him used to water by putting him into the bathtub. He could not swim even one little dog paddle.
The children were teenagers by now. My marriage failed and I came out the lucky one.I got both children and the dog.
I remarried in 1969 and before long my daughter went to Chicago to college and my son moved away. Kim was alone all day. He was so lonely. We felt sorry for him but did not want to see him anyplace he would be unhappy.
A co-worker of my husband had two small boys and they were thinking of getting a small dog. Since this would be their first dog, they did not want a puppy. We took Kim to their house and the two boys loved him. We told them if it didn’t work out, we would take the dog back. The grandmother lived with them so someone was home all day. Kim spent his later years with lots of love and attention.
When Kim died, they got another Boston Terrier.
We were dogless again and decided we should stay that way because there were no children at home, we worked all day and a dog would be lonely.
Today's quote is from Louis Sabin.
" No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich."
Friday, June 22, 2007
Sandy
We are still working on e-mail and adding links. Mom has been working long hours this week because of people on vacation. She did, however, write the next installment about her dogs.
My human sister will be here next Wednesday, I can't wait. If your reading this D, I love you.
We made our move to the city to be closer to services as needed. We had found a home for our dog, Cookie. We had one child and I was expecting another.
We lived in a second floor tenement. The landlord was not happy we had any children and it would be several months before she would know I was expecting another. By the time our lease was due for renewal, my son had been born. The landlord had no complaints about us as tenants but did not want to renew to a family with two children
We found another place to live and on the first floor to boot. They didn’t mind that we had children but it wasn’t long before they started to complain about toys on the front and only porch. We desperately wanted to save up a down payment for a place of our own.
That problem was solved when my husband brought home a stray dog. We were told to move or get rid of the dog. My husband said we would move. The problem was where.
We searched the ads every day. I began looking at homes to buy thinking maybe we could borrow the down payment. We were getting desperate.
One morning, there it was. House for sale. No down payment. Owner financing. Did we dare even think about it? We took the plunge. The owner was anxious to move and we looked pretty desperate to them. The deal was made. We moved in, two kids and a Cocker Spaniel named Sandy.
We knew nothing about the dog. The vet examined her and guessed her to be 3 or four years old. She was a bit snappy with strangers, especially heavy- set men, including my father and grandfather. However, she loved the babies.
She got over her snappiness and we took her everywhere. We couldn’t afford to put her in a kennel so she went on vacations with us. We did a lot of camping. She never wandered off, loved to ride and would share a sleeping bag with anyone who would let her.
As the years went by we realized she no longer came running when we got out the car keys. The vet confirmed that she was deaf. She also had glaucoma and finally went almost completely blind. She had a bad heart and was on heart medication for several years.
When she developed a tumor, the vet said her heart was so bad she would not survive the operation. This was the first time I was faced with making a decision to put an animal to sleep. I did so reluctantly, knowing it was the best thing I could do for her. She had been a member of the family for as long as the children could remember. We estimated her age to be about sixteen years of age. I cried all the way home. How would I tell the children? They were sad but they were old enough to understand I had no choice. We were dog less again but not for long.
Today's quote is by Kablil Gibran about saying good=bye.
" Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
My human sister will be here next Wednesday, I can't wait. If your reading this D, I love you.
We made our move to the city to be closer to services as needed. We had found a home for our dog, Cookie. We had one child and I was expecting another.
We lived in a second floor tenement. The landlord was not happy we had any children and it would be several months before she would know I was expecting another. By the time our lease was due for renewal, my son had been born. The landlord had no complaints about us as tenants but did not want to renew to a family with two children
We found another place to live and on the first floor to boot. They didn’t mind that we had children but it wasn’t long before they started to complain about toys on the front and only porch. We desperately wanted to save up a down payment for a place of our own.
That problem was solved when my husband brought home a stray dog. We were told to move or get rid of the dog. My husband said we would move. The problem was where.
We searched the ads every day. I began looking at homes to buy thinking maybe we could borrow the down payment. We were getting desperate.
One morning, there it was. House for sale. No down payment. Owner financing. Did we dare even think about it? We took the plunge. The owner was anxious to move and we looked pretty desperate to them. The deal was made. We moved in, two kids and a Cocker Spaniel named Sandy.
We knew nothing about the dog. The vet examined her and guessed her to be 3 or four years old. She was a bit snappy with strangers, especially heavy- set men, including my father and grandfather. However, she loved the babies.
She got over her snappiness and we took her everywhere. We couldn’t afford to put her in a kennel so she went on vacations with us. We did a lot of camping. She never wandered off, loved to ride and would share a sleeping bag with anyone who would let her.
As the years went by we realized she no longer came running when we got out the car keys. The vet confirmed that she was deaf. She also had glaucoma and finally went almost completely blind. She had a bad heart and was on heart medication for several years.
When she developed a tumor, the vet said her heart was so bad she would not survive the operation. This was the first time I was faced with making a decision to put an animal to sleep. I did so reluctantly, knowing it was the best thing I could do for her. She had been a member of the family for as long as the children could remember. We estimated her age to be about sixteen years of age. I cried all the way home. How would I tell the children? They were sad but they were old enough to understand I had no choice. We were dog less again but not for long.
Today's quote is by Kablil Gibran about saying good=bye.
" Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Cookie
The writer's club my Mom belongs to, now has their own blog. I will add it to my links if I can figure out how. We still don't have my e-mail fixed yet. We have had an on line chat with tech support but we're still doing something wrong.
The following is another installment about the dogs my Mom has owned.
Some years after Fiji a cat, Smokey” joined the family. He just appeared as cats do and stayed for several years before leaving as suddenly as he came. I would like to think he had joined another family but I was old enough now to know there could be an alternative ending of his life.
By now I was in my teens and more interested in boys than dogs or cats.
When I married and moved to my own rented home, I wanted a dog. We went to an animal pound and picked up a mostly Shepard puppy. This was my first experience with the responsibility of owning a pet.
I didn’t realize until then that Puppies can make lots of puddles. It was a challenge to housebreak her. She also wanted to eat everything we ate. Usually we gave in and gave her lots of table scraps.
“Cookie” was only 6-8 weeks old when we got her. We were living year round in a summer cottage. Rents were hard to find and/or afford. We made a deal with the owner of the cottage for $10.00 a week. We had been living with my In-Laws for about 10 months when I found out I was pregnant. I wanted my own place no matter how small or how few amenities it had.
We had no running water but we had a hand pump in the kitchen. We had to keep a jug of water on hand at all times because this pump would loose its prime resulting in no water. The place was not insulated and the only thing that kept us from freezing to death that first winter was a big old wood stove in the kitchen. That was also the cooking stove. It was impossible to control the heat so I either undercooked or overcooked a lot of my first meals. I knew how to cook. I had been cooking at my grandmothers for several years but on a gas range, heaven compared to this.
The cottage was located on a peninsular of a good sized lake. We were the last house where someone lived year round. The plow in the winter ended their snow clearing just passed our car. Being a dirt road added to some interesting moments when the spring thaw came. I was no longer working and had only the dog to keep me company. No Phones out that far either.
“Cookie” loved the water and would walk out on the ice until she came to an opening where she promptly went swimming. She would come back with icicles dangling from her fur. Her bed was beside the stove so it didn’t take long before she “melted” and I could dry her off. She was a “fixed” female that I had been assured would not wander. Nobody told her so she became well known in the area. That is until the baby came.
After the baby came she hardly left my side. She was not jealous, just interested. She always wanted to sniff the baby so I would unwrap the baby’s feet and let the dog check her out. In the spring, Cookie did not wander off but stayed by the crib, carriage or playpen. She was absolutely in love with this baby.
When the baby began to crawl around a bit, Cookie was right there to make sure nothing happened to her. My daughter took her first steps with tiny fingers entwined in the dog's heavy coat of fur.
When the baby was first born my husband installed an electric pump so we had running water in the kitchen. We had a toilet that was flushed with a bucket of water kept in the bathroom for that purpose. No bath or shower.
My husband bought an old wringer washer and I heated water on the wood stove in every pot and pan I owned to do the washing. Clothes were hung outside to dry except in the winter when they were dried on a fold out clothes rack. Towels, sheets, diapers, and everything else we owned was stiff and scratchy unless ironed. I ironed everything in the attempt to make them softer.
My first child came with serious health problems so when I found out I was pregnant again, we decided we needed to move closer to the city. We knew “Cookie” would not survive there nor would she be welcome by any landlord. Apartments were still hard to find, especially with a child and another on the way. We found a home for “Cookie”. We missed her but knew she would be better off on a farm than in the city.
Todays quote is by the late Charles Schultz, creator of Snoopy.
"Happiness is a warm puppy."
The following is another installment about the dogs my Mom has owned.
Some years after Fiji a cat, Smokey” joined the family. He just appeared as cats do and stayed for several years before leaving as suddenly as he came. I would like to think he had joined another family but I was old enough now to know there could be an alternative ending of his life.
By now I was in my teens and more interested in boys than dogs or cats.
When I married and moved to my own rented home, I wanted a dog. We went to an animal pound and picked up a mostly Shepard puppy. This was my first experience with the responsibility of owning a pet.
I didn’t realize until then that Puppies can make lots of puddles. It was a challenge to housebreak her. She also wanted to eat everything we ate. Usually we gave in and gave her lots of table scraps.
“Cookie” was only 6-8 weeks old when we got her. We were living year round in a summer cottage. Rents were hard to find and/or afford. We made a deal with the owner of the cottage for $10.00 a week. We had been living with my In-Laws for about 10 months when I found out I was pregnant. I wanted my own place no matter how small or how few amenities it had.
We had no running water but we had a hand pump in the kitchen. We had to keep a jug of water on hand at all times because this pump would loose its prime resulting in no water. The place was not insulated and the only thing that kept us from freezing to death that first winter was a big old wood stove in the kitchen. That was also the cooking stove. It was impossible to control the heat so I either undercooked or overcooked a lot of my first meals. I knew how to cook. I had been cooking at my grandmothers for several years but on a gas range, heaven compared to this.
The cottage was located on a peninsular of a good sized lake. We were the last house where someone lived year round. The plow in the winter ended their snow clearing just passed our car. Being a dirt road added to some interesting moments when the spring thaw came. I was no longer working and had only the dog to keep me company. No Phones out that far either.
“Cookie” loved the water and would walk out on the ice until she came to an opening where she promptly went swimming. She would come back with icicles dangling from her fur. Her bed was beside the stove so it didn’t take long before she “melted” and I could dry her off. She was a “fixed” female that I had been assured would not wander. Nobody told her so she became well known in the area. That is until the baby came.
After the baby came she hardly left my side. She was not jealous, just interested. She always wanted to sniff the baby so I would unwrap the baby’s feet and let the dog check her out. In the spring, Cookie did not wander off but stayed by the crib, carriage or playpen. She was absolutely in love with this baby.
When the baby began to crawl around a bit, Cookie was right there to make sure nothing happened to her. My daughter took her first steps with tiny fingers entwined in the dog's heavy coat of fur.
When the baby was first born my husband installed an electric pump so we had running water in the kitchen. We had a toilet that was flushed with a bucket of water kept in the bathroom for that purpose. No bath or shower.
My husband bought an old wringer washer and I heated water on the wood stove in every pot and pan I owned to do the washing. Clothes were hung outside to dry except in the winter when they were dried on a fold out clothes rack. Towels, sheets, diapers, and everything else we owned was stiff and scratchy unless ironed. I ironed everything in the attempt to make them softer.
My first child came with serious health problems so when I found out I was pregnant again, we decided we needed to move closer to the city. We knew “Cookie” would not survive there nor would she be welcome by any landlord. Apartments were still hard to find, especially with a child and another on the way. We found a home for “Cookie”. We missed her but knew she would be better off on a farm than in the city.
Todays quote is by the late Charles Schultz, creator of Snoopy.
"Happiness is a warm puppy."
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Just walking in the rain
Mom, Dad, Skeeter, and I went walking in the rain last night. It wasn't raining hard, just enough to get wet.
Now will someone explain to me what's so romantic about walking in the rain? I must have missed something. We all got our hair wet. Skeeter and I had to have our paws wiped and wiped before we were allowed to enter the house.
There was a little excitement around 10:00 PM.
Mom always takes Skeeter and I out into the yard to go pee before we go to bed. It's really a waste of time. We can go out any time we want or need to. We have doggy doors. Well, anyway in the yard was an armadillo. I almost had him but Mom kept trying to call me back. She was afraid the armadillo would bite me and give me rabies or something. Now that would be something to write about. That little fellow ran for his hole under the fence. I didn't catch him but I think I got a little taste. I will be watching for him.
Skeeter is no help in these matters. He is my back up, way back. He sits by the back door and growls. Maybe he thinks he can scare the armadillo to death.
We have had a little rain the past few days. No where near enough, but every drop helps.
My Mom has her next "Installment" about dogs done but I have rambled on enough for today.
I need to go out and check the armadillo hole before it gets dark.
My quote for today is by Sydney Smith.
"When you rise in the morning, form a resolution to make the day a happy one for a fellow creature."
Come here little armadillo, let me make you happy, not.
Now will someone explain to me what's so romantic about walking in the rain? I must have missed something. We all got our hair wet. Skeeter and I had to have our paws wiped and wiped before we were allowed to enter the house.
There was a little excitement around 10:00 PM.
Mom always takes Skeeter and I out into the yard to go pee before we go to bed. It's really a waste of time. We can go out any time we want or need to. We have doggy doors. Well, anyway in the yard was an armadillo. I almost had him but Mom kept trying to call me back. She was afraid the armadillo would bite me and give me rabies or something. Now that would be something to write about. That little fellow ran for his hole under the fence. I didn't catch him but I think I got a little taste. I will be watching for him.
Skeeter is no help in these matters. He is my back up, way back. He sits by the back door and growls. Maybe he thinks he can scare the armadillo to death.
We have had a little rain the past few days. No where near enough, but every drop helps.
My Mom has her next "Installment" about dogs done but I have rambled on enough for today.
I need to go out and check the armadillo hole before it gets dark.
My quote for today is by Sydney Smith.
"When you rise in the morning, form a resolution to make the day a happy one for a fellow creature."
Come here little armadillo, let me make you happy, not.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Peggy & Fiji
I am having some trouble with my e-mail. Mom will get it fixed pretty soon. Be patient.
As you can see our pineapples are coming right along. We hope at least one will be ripe before my human sister has to go home.
The following is the first installment of the dogs my Mom has owned and loved.
My lifelong love of dogs started as soon as I was able to distinguish that a dog was not a toy, not a thing, not exactly human but an integral member of a family.
Peggy, a Boston Terrier belonged to my grandparents. However, as far as Peggy and I were concerned, she was my dog. As a toddler, she was just the right size. As I got a little bigger, Peggy became the object of my obsession with dolls. I treated her like a rag doll,. picking her up at any angle and putting her in my doll carriage.
I moved back with my mother’s parents, who had no pets. During the time I was with them Peggy died. I’m glad I was too young to realize the loss of a pet. I only knew that when I went back to my fraternal grandparents, Peggy had been replaced with an English Bulldog named Fiji.
Fiji did not have a mean bone in his body. He filled the loss of Peggy with no problem. He was a little larger in a doll carriage but willing to suffer the indignities of being dressed like a baby. He was so gentle, even with the two kittens that had joined the family. I was allowed to name them and thus they became known “Snow White” and “Prince”.
Fiji had a basket woven bed with soft padding and an open front for ease in getting his bulky body inside. The kittens loved his bed and could usually be found sleeping in it while Fiji slept beside it, patiently waiting his turn.
I was allowed to take him out on a leash. We lived on a side street that ended at a dirt road two houses away. There was never any traffic and Fiji had no intention of going anywhere too far from home. He would just waddle along for a short walk. He was not into long walks or exercise of any kind. Perhaps that’s why he liked my doll carriage.
At this age I was back and forth between grandparents and for some reason did not question the whereabouts of Fiji. Perhaps I thought he was like me, going from time to time to live elsewhere.
My quote for the day by Mary Kay Ash.
"If you think you can, you can.And if you think you can't, you're right."
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Mom's Dogs
Mom has been working again so we are a little behind on our blogging.
Today is Saturday and unless Mom gets called, she is off until Wednesday.
We went for a long walk the other night (Wednesday I think, doesn't really matter). Anyway, Skeeter got tired and didn't want to walk so Mom had to carry him for a while. Personally, I think she babies him too much. Mom has had a lot of dogs in her life. Usually two at a time.
She wrote a silly poem a few years ago when she got my late brother Buddy. I wasn't even born yet. Buddy lived to be thirteen years old and in poor health for the last few. Even having me and Skeeter, I know she still misses him.
My Buddy
by Mom
I have a big old dog.
I think he’s cute as he can be
I know he loves me too
Cause he always follows me.
He has a shiny coat of fur
It’s soft and sort of red
And he gets so very comfy
When he sleeps upon my bed.
.
He has a purple collar
And a purple leash to match.
When he gets a little itch
He sits right down to scratch
He can lick himself in places
You wouldn’t think he could.
If he were a gentleman,
I don’t think that he would.
He lays out in the sun each day
Until his fur gets hot
Then he comes inside to nap
In his favorite spot.
His very special time of day
Is when we take a walk
But he gets a little restless
When I stop to talk.
He’d rather chase a squirrel or two
If I would let him go
But dogs must stay upon their leash
In case you didn’t know.
He likes to go on picnics
Ride inside the van
Go to drive up windows
A burger, thank you ma’am
His favorite treat is icecream
I know he shouldn't eat it
But I must agree with him
It's pretty hard to beat it.
Someday he'll break my heart I know
Cause dogs don't live that long.
Even when that sad day comes
For him I will be strong.
And then I'll cry and carry on
I'll shed a lot of tears
I've had a lot of dogs you know
In over sixty years.
And I will state for all to hear
I con't do this again.
Until I see a puppy
Playing in his pen.
I hope to go to heaven
Up with the stars above
See again my doggy friends
And give them lots of love.
Tell them how I missed them
Hug them one and all
And we can play forever.
Okay, Who's got the ball?
I'll name the dogs my Mom has had. There have been others that did not belong to her that were also a part of her life. We'll save that for another day.
Peggy, a Boston Terrier
Fiji, An English Bull
Cookie, Mostly German Shepard
Sandy, A Cocker Spaniel (Like me)
Kim, A Boston Terrier
Fritz, A German Shepard
Buddy. Mostly yellow Lab
Fritz (#2) German Shepard
Hans, Mostly Black Lab
Thor, Shepard, Husky and Mom is sure some wolf somewhere
Heidi, German Shepard
Buddy (#2) Yellow Lab & Chow
Sassygirl (Me) A beautiful buff Colored Cocker Spaniel with curly hair
Skeeter, A Black Toy Poodle
I will ask my Mom to write a story or something about each one.
In the meantime today's quote is by Werner Von Braun.
"I have learned to use the word impossible with the greatest of caution."
Today is Saturday and unless Mom gets called, she is off until Wednesday.
We went for a long walk the other night (Wednesday I think, doesn't really matter). Anyway, Skeeter got tired and didn't want to walk so Mom had to carry him for a while. Personally, I think she babies him too much. Mom has had a lot of dogs in her life. Usually two at a time.
She wrote a silly poem a few years ago when she got my late brother Buddy. I wasn't even born yet. Buddy lived to be thirteen years old and in poor health for the last few. Even having me and Skeeter, I know she still misses him.
My Buddy
by Mom
I have a big old dog.
I think he’s cute as he can be
I know he loves me too
Cause he always follows me.
He has a shiny coat of fur
It’s soft and sort of red
And he gets so very comfy
When he sleeps upon my bed.
.
He has a purple collar
And a purple leash to match.
When he gets a little itch
He sits right down to scratch
He can lick himself in places
You wouldn’t think he could.
If he were a gentleman,
I don’t think that he would.
He lays out in the sun each day
Until his fur gets hot
Then he comes inside to nap
In his favorite spot.
His very special time of day
Is when we take a walk
But he gets a little restless
When I stop to talk.
He’d rather chase a squirrel or two
If I would let him go
But dogs must stay upon their leash
In case you didn’t know.
He likes to go on picnics
Ride inside the van
Go to drive up windows
A burger, thank you ma’am
His favorite treat is icecream
I know he shouldn't eat it
But I must agree with him
It's pretty hard to beat it.
Someday he'll break my heart I know
Cause dogs don't live that long.
Even when that sad day comes
For him I will be strong.
And then I'll cry and carry on
I'll shed a lot of tears
I've had a lot of dogs you know
In over sixty years.
And I will state for all to hear
I con't do this again.
Until I see a puppy
Playing in his pen.
I hope to go to heaven
Up with the stars above
See again my doggy friends
And give them lots of love.
Tell them how I missed them
Hug them one and all
And we can play forever.
Okay, Who's got the ball?
I'll name the dogs my Mom has had. There have been others that did not belong to her that were also a part of her life. We'll save that for another day.
Peggy, a Boston Terrier
Fiji, An English Bull
Cookie, Mostly German Shepard
Sandy, A Cocker Spaniel (Like me)
Kim, A Boston Terrier
Fritz, A German Shepard
Buddy. Mostly yellow Lab
Fritz (#2) German Shepard
Hans, Mostly Black Lab
Thor, Shepard, Husky and Mom is sure some wolf somewhere
Heidi, German Shepard
Buddy (#2) Yellow Lab & Chow
Sassygirl (Me) A beautiful buff Colored Cocker Spaniel with curly hair
Skeeter, A Black Toy Poodle
I will ask my Mom to write a story or something about each one.
In the meantime today's quote is by Werner Von Braun.
"I have learned to use the word impossible with the greatest of caution."
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Good News
Mom and I have not blogged for several days. She has been too busy to help me. My paws are too big for the keys so she does all the typing. Of course I tell her what to say.
She has been working and when she has been home she has been working in the garden and going shopping.
We have a well for our water and last night something happened and we had no water. Repair man came today. $190.00 later we are back in business. We have two wells so we still had drinking water.
Got some good news this afternoon. My human sister is coming for about ten days. I can't wait. Skeeter has not met her yet. She lives in Chicago so we don't see her as often as we would like.
Writer's club meeting tomorrow night. Mom goes but I have to stay home. Dad gives us treats, kibbles.
Maybe when my human sister gets here Mom will take our picture with her. She's coming on the 27th. That's my Mom and Dads anniversary.
Sounds like an excuse for a party to me. Yeah!
She has been working and when she has been home she has been working in the garden and going shopping.
We have a well for our water and last night something happened and we had no water. Repair man came today. $190.00 later we are back in business. We have two wells so we still had drinking water.
Got some good news this afternoon. My human sister is coming for about ten days. I can't wait. Skeeter has not met her yet. She lives in Chicago so we don't see her as often as we would like.
Writer's club meeting tomorrow night. Mom goes but I have to stay home. Dad gives us treats, kibbles.
Maybe when my human sister gets here Mom will take our picture with her. She's coming on the 27th. That's my Mom and Dads anniversary.
Sounds like an excuse for a party to me. Yeah!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
butterflies
If you look closely, you can see a butterfly almost the same color as the flowers. They love my Mom's garden. She tries to plant things that will attract them. This year they seem to like everything.
Today is Sunday and it is very hot and humid outside. Right now there is a dark cloud over the house. I hope we don't get any thunder. It always scares me.
My Mom read that dogs who get scared even before the storm gets here can feel the electric charge in the air on their fur. If you take a dryer sheet and rub us down with it, it stops the static charge. It seems to work some but I still hear the noise of thunder. I will be happy if she finds a cure for that. Even if the dryer sheet doesn't work on your dog, he will probably smell better.
Mu quote for today is from James Herriot.
"I wish people would realize that animals are totally dependent, helpless, like children, a trust that is put upon us."
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Sunflowers
My mom is a Leo. Leo is a sun sign. She likes Sun faces and Sunflowers. After the sunflowers are done blooming, she saves some of the seeds for next year and gives the rest to the birds and squirrels. This year the squirrels are either real hungry or
greedy. They have been eating the sunflowers seeds before we can get to them.
Mom is going to plant more. She also has a butterfly garden. The butterflies have already found it this year. They don't care if Mom is weeding the garden, they sometimes land on her. She has a floral print hat. I guess they think they're real.
Mom has had such good luck with the butterflies she wants to get a Humming Bird Feeder.
We are also anxiously waiting for the pineapples to ripen. We have eleven plants and six of them have pineapples on them. Dad calls it Mom's pineapple plantation. They are really behind Dad's work shop and along the driveway fence.
My Mom has a birthday coming up next month. As I said she is a Leo. She claims she doesn't feel any older in her mind. It's only the body that sometimes gives her away.
My quote for today is by Irene Mayer Selznick but it could very well have come from my Mom.
" I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible."
greedy. They have been eating the sunflowers seeds before we can get to them.Mom is going to plant more. She also has a butterfly garden. The butterflies have already found it this year. They don't care if Mom is weeding the garden, they sometimes land on her. She has a floral print hat. I guess they think they're real.
Mom has had such good luck with the butterflies she wants to get a Humming Bird Feeder.
We are also anxiously waiting for the pineapples to ripen. We have eleven plants and six of them have pineapples on them. Dad calls it Mom's pineapple plantation. They are really behind Dad's work shop and along the driveway fence.
My Mom has a birthday coming up next month. As I said she is a Leo. She claims she doesn't feel any older in her mind. It's only the body that sometimes gives her away.
My quote for today is by Irene Mayer Selznick but it could very well have come from my Mom.
" I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible."
Friday, June 8, 2007
Tree Climbing Dog
I know you won't believe this but my Mom and Skeeter saw it too.
One of our neighbors has a medium to large dog. He (the dog) likes to chase squirrels, just like I do. Anyway, the dog was off his leash when a squirrel ran past him and up a tree. The tree was one of those big oaks with lots of heavy branches. You cannot imagine my surprise, the squirrels too I'd bet, when that dog went halfway up the tree after the squirrel.
My Mom stood there with her mouth open. Skeeter sat down and just looked up into the tree. I of course wanted to get off my @#$%$#@ leash (we decided yesterday it is OK to cuss because the president does it) and see if I could climb up there too.
I promise to be more careful with my language in the future.
Today, Friday, is going to be a gardening day. The weeds are growing faster than the flowers.
Today's quote is from my neighbor Ray.
"Bosco, get down here."
He did!
One of our neighbors has a medium to large dog. He (the dog) likes to chase squirrels, just like I do. Anyway, the dog was off his leash when a squirrel ran past him and up a tree. The tree was one of those big oaks with lots of heavy branches. You cannot imagine my surprise, the squirrels too I'd bet, when that dog went halfway up the tree after the squirrel.
My Mom stood there with her mouth open. Skeeter sat down and just looked up into the tree. I of course wanted to get off my @#$%$#@ leash (we decided yesterday it is OK to cuss because the president does it) and see if I could climb up there too.
I promise to be more careful with my language in the future.
Today, Friday, is going to be a gardening day. The weeds are growing faster than the flowers.
Today's quote is from my neighbor Ray.
"Bosco, get down here."
He did!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Dogs Are Smart
Mom had yesterday off so Skeeter and I wore ourselves out following her around. Don't know why she moves from room to room making beds, doing dishes, cleaning bathrooms, and vacuuming with her new (rebuilt) vacuum cleaner. To hear her talk, we track in a lot of sand. Don't know why she would complain about that now that she has a new vac.
She and Dad went visiting last night and left us home alone until 10:30 PM.That's unusual so I guess it's OK. Thank goodness there was no thunderstorms at our house. There were lots of them nearby but we didn't have to hide in the closet. It's the safest place in our house to hide especially if there were a tornado. I hope that never happens.
My quote for today confirms what I could have told you. Dogs are smarter than they get credit for. The quote is by Phil Pastoret.
"If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in you pocket and then giving Fido only two of them."
She and Dad went visiting last night and left us home alone until 10:30 PM.That's unusual so I guess it's OK. Thank goodness there was no thunderstorms at our house. There were lots of them nearby but we didn't have to hide in the closet. It's the safest place in our house to hide especially if there were a tornado. I hope that never happens.
My quote for today confirms what I could have told you. Dogs are smarter than they get credit for. The quote is by Phil Pastoret.
"If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in you pocket and then giving Fido only two of them."
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
$#@&*%!^**
My Mom and I promised each other that our blog would be strictly for fun and not get involved in discussions of politics, money, religion, sex or any other controversial subject HOWEVER
This mornings paper contained an article about using bad language on TV.A New York appeals court said that, "bad language has become so common that even the President has been heard using expletives."Well then, it must be OK.
Our president and the news media have at times discussed the moral decay of our children, putting the blame on us as parents. Then they turn around and put violence, bad language and sexual situations on the TV at any hour of the day.
These are the very people of power and responsibility that should be setting a moral example for our children. Our children think we are wrong to expect better behavior. After all, everybody else thinks it's OK to use bad language etc. The sex, violence and bad language are in the songs they listen to. I believe in free speech to a degree. It is not critical to use bad language to get your point across.
Regardless of what the court says, it's not OK.
Now that I have vented on this subject, I want to remind you that I am a dog only five years old. I can't vote so my opinion doesn't mean much.
Therefore I want to end with my normal quote. This one is in the form of a poem by Millicent Bobleter. A friend sent it to my mother a little while ago when our beloved Buddy went to heaven.
Judgement Day
On judgement Day Saint Peter stands,
A list of virtues in his hands.
As all the souls in silence wait
To see who'll pass through heaven's gate.
"You'll enter first, he says, "if you
can swear your heart was always true.
And you were constant to the end.
A steadfast, loyal, devoted friend.
Never spiteful, never mean,
Unchanging through good times and lean.
With no desire but this: to be
allowed to love eternally."
And this is why St Peter's hand
Throws wide the heavenly portals, and
With wagging tails and shining eyes
The dogs walk into paradise."
This mornings paper contained an article about using bad language on TV.A New York appeals court said that, "bad language has become so common that even the President has been heard using expletives."Well then, it must be OK.
Our president and the news media have at times discussed the moral decay of our children, putting the blame on us as parents. Then they turn around and put violence, bad language and sexual situations on the TV at any hour of the day.
These are the very people of power and responsibility that should be setting a moral example for our children. Our children think we are wrong to expect better behavior. After all, everybody else thinks it's OK to use bad language etc. The sex, violence and bad language are in the songs they listen to. I believe in free speech to a degree. It is not critical to use bad language to get your point across.
Regardless of what the court says, it's not OK.
Now that I have vented on this subject, I want to remind you that I am a dog only five years old. I can't vote so my opinion doesn't mean much.
Therefore I want to end with my normal quote. This one is in the form of a poem by Millicent Bobleter. A friend sent it to my mother a little while ago when our beloved Buddy went to heaven.
Judgement Day
On judgement Day Saint Peter stands,
A list of virtues in his hands.
As all the souls in silence wait
To see who'll pass through heaven's gate.
"You'll enter first, he says, "if you
can swear your heart was always true.
And you were constant to the end.
A steadfast, loyal, devoted friend.
Never spiteful, never mean,
Unchanging through good times and lean.
With no desire but this: to be
allowed to love eternally."
And this is why St Peter's hand
Throws wide the heavenly portals, and
With wagging tails and shining eyes
The dogs walk into paradise."
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Mom's story
How about that rain? Mom and Dad were happy for the grass and flowers and especially for the wildfires. Skeeter and I slept all day and were happy the rain stopped in time for our walk.
Mom got some fresh corn and made her special corn chowder and garlic bread supper. We got a little too but for some reason she keeps giving us dog food supplemented with some chicken or hamburg. It's good but we do appreciate a treat now and then.
Mom wrote this story a while ago but she has been trying to edit it. Maybe you'll enjoy it even if it's not perfect.
CHICKY
Like all chickens, Chicky was hatched from an egg. Chicky’s mother sat in her nest of hay for many days. She kept the kept her eggs warm so the baby chicks inside could grow and hatch.
When all the eggs hatched, the baby chicks looked exactly alike. No one could tell them apart, except their mother. She loved them all and kept them beside her under her wings for protection.
Before long they all began to grow. One of them, chicky, began to look a little different than the other baby chicks. The other chicks started to make fun of chicky.
They teased him and said,. “Your weird.”
Chicky was sad. “Do you still love me Mama?” Chicky asked.
“Of course,” she replied. “You are my chick and I will always love you.”
“But the other chicks tease me because I look different.”
“You look fine to me,” said Mama. “Sometimes it’s good to be different.”
Chicky was still sad. He wanted to be like the other chicks.
As time passed, Chicky spent more and more time alone. He began to look more different every day, so the teasing never stopped. Even some of the adult chickens noticed how different Chicky looked, but they just looked away.
All the chickens lived together in a shed they called a coop. Each one had her own nest They were looked after by old Mr. Rooster who would sit up on the fence and crow “Cock-A-Doodle-Doo” every morning to wake the chickens and the farmers family. He would also jump up on the fence and crow if there was any danger. That way he would alert the farmer and the farmer would come to the coop to make sure everything was OK.
One evening, when all the hens and their chicks were sleeping, Mr. Fox came sneaking up toward the hen house. He hoped to catch a chicken or two for his dinner.
Mr Rooster's sharp eyes saw the fox hiding behind a bush. Mr. Rooster was very old and had been having trouble jumping up on the fence. When he saw Mr. Fox he tried to jump up on the fence to warn the chickens and the farmer but he could not jump that high.
Like all chickens, Chicky was hatched from an egg. Chicky’s mother sat in her nest of hay for many days. She kept the kept her eggs warm so the baby chicks inside could grow and hatch.
When all the eggs hatched, the baby chicks looked exactly alike. No one could tell them apart, except their mother. She loved them all and kept them beside her under her wings for protection.
Before long they all began to grow. One of them, chicky, began to look a little different than the other baby chicks. The other chicks started to make fun of chicky.
They teased him and said,. “Your weird.”
Chicky was sad. “Do you still love me Mama?” Chicky asked.
“Of course,” she replied. “You are my chick and I will always love you.”
“But the other chicks tease me because I look different.”
“You look fine to me,” said Mama. “Sometimes it’s good to be different.”
Chicky was still sad. He wanted to be like the other chicks.
As time passed, Chicky spent more and more time alone. He began to look more different every day, so the teasing never stopped. Even some of the adult chickens noticed how different Chicky looked, but they just looked away.
All the chickens lived together in a shed they called a coop. Each one had her own nest They were looked after by old Mr. Rooster who would sit up on the fence and crow “Cock-A-Doodle-Doo” every morning to wake the chickens and the farmers family. He would also jump up on the fence and crow if there was any danger. That way he would alert the farmer and the farmer would come to the coop to make sure everything was OK.
One evening, when all the hens and their chicks were sleeping, Mr. Fox came sneaking up toward the hen house. He hoped to catch a chicken or two for his dinner.
Mr Rooster's sharp eyes saw the fox hiding behind a bush. Mr. Rooster was very old and had been having trouble jumping up on the fence. When he saw Mr. Fox he tried to jump up on the fence to warn the chickens and the farmer but he could not jump that high.
He tried to cock-a-doodle-doo but his voice was not that loud. He began to run around. Help! Help! he tried to shout. No one heard him....except Chicky. Chicky was sitting there alone in the yard feeling very sad.
“What’s wrong Mr. Rooster?” Chicky asked.
“I can’t get up on the fence and my voice is not loud enough any more. I can’t warn the chickens and the farmer that the fox is coming over the hill.
“Oh my,” said Chicky, “What will you do.”
“Oh my,” said Chicky, “What will you do.”
“I can’t do anything said Mr. Rooster. “It’s up to you to warn everyone.”
“How can I do that?” said Chicky.
“ You just jump up on that fence,” said Mr. Rooster. “Puff up your chest and say Cock-a-doodle-doo as loud as you can.”
It took a couple of tries but Chicky made it to the top of the fence.
It took a couple of tries but Chicky made it to the top of the fence.
“Good! Good!” said Mr. Rooster. “Now take a deep breath and say Cock-A-Doodle-Doo as loud as you can.”
Chicky took a deep breath. Then another. All of a sudden he let out the loudest Cock-A-Doodle-Doo ever heard on this farm.
The chickens began to run around squawking and the farmer came running. He got a big stick and chased the fox away.
The chickens and the farmer were very proud of Chicky. Chicky was a hero.
The chickens and the farmer were very proud of Chicky. Chicky was a hero.
“Can you ever forgive us for making fun of you?” asked the other chicks.
Chicky was very happy and forgave them for teasing him.
Chicky was different. He was a rooster. From that day on no one ever made fun of him again. Chicky was no longer sad but happy and proud that he was different. But, no one was prouder of Chicky than his Mama.
My quote for today is by Bete Midler.
"Cherish forever what makes you unique."
Friday, June 1, 2007
No Fleas
Mom and I got a nice comment on Skeeter's picture. It took us a while to learn how to do it. After many tries we downloaded a program that is so simple to use. It's called "Picasa". We got our picture on the first try.
Skeeter has been scratching a lot so Dad said maybe he has fleas. Mom couldn't find any but he's so black fleas can hide on him. Since I am a natural blonde fleas can't hide on me so I got checked too. No sign of fleas but Mom said the dreaded four letter word "BATH". So because Skeeter was scratching I had to get a bath too. Does that sound fair to you?
Well, we survived but will probably end up with dry skin from having too many baths.
Mom is still writing. Her stories are too long for a blog but she said maybe she would try putting one on the blog in sort of chapters. If you like children's stories stay tuned. I will start one tomorrow if she gets it finished. She calls herself a procrastinator. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe it means she would rather play with us or work in the flower garden than do other stuff, like housework.
Today's quote is fitting I think. It's from Dottie Archibald.
"My husband and I have figured out a really good system about housework: neither one of us does it."
Skeeter has been scratching a lot so Dad said maybe he has fleas. Mom couldn't find any but he's so black fleas can hide on him. Since I am a natural blonde fleas can't hide on me so I got checked too. No sign of fleas but Mom said the dreaded four letter word "BATH". So because Skeeter was scratching I had to get a bath too. Does that sound fair to you?
Well, we survived but will probably end up with dry skin from having too many baths.
Mom is still writing. Her stories are too long for a blog but she said maybe she would try putting one on the blog in sort of chapters. If you like children's stories stay tuned. I will start one tomorrow if she gets it finished. She calls herself a procrastinator. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe it means she would rather play with us or work in the flower garden than do other stuff, like housework.
Today's quote is fitting I think. It's from Dottie Archibald.
"My husband and I have figured out a really good system about housework: neither one of us does it."
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