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Daddy does Laundry

March 16th 2010 8:09 am
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If you have been reading my diary, you know that our laundry room has suffered during this cold, snowy winter. The washer froze and then it exploded taking the dryer out with it. So mom and dad have had to make the weekely trip to the laundry mat while they save their pennies for a new washer.

Mom likes it when dad goes with her because mom is a short woman and she needs someone tall to claim the big dryer on the top row. But, yesterday, mom's cold was soo bad that dad said he would go to the laundry mat by himself. I mean you really don't need two people to do the laundry, do you? And as an added bonus, dad promised to stop and get dinner on the way home.

When dad came home, mom said great! She would put the clothes away after we ate. Dad said: "Oh my gosh! I forgot to get food!" And he and I went on a road trip while mom put away the laundry.

So mom is putting away the clothes. She is looking for one shirt she has that she forgot to tell dad not to put in the dryer. If this shirt even hears the word dryer it shrinks up. But she couldn't find the shirt. In fact, she couldn't find any of the light color clothes! So when me and dad got home with the burgers mom asked if there were any clothes left in the car. NO! Dad left a whole load of clothes in the washer at the laundry mat! Silly daddy! Mom says no good deed goes unpunished.

But this reminded mom of an incident that happened when mom and dad were first married. Mom had some really cool shirts. These tops were so cool that now when tv shows flashback to the eighties, these shirts make an appearance. So mom was very fashionable and dad was doing the laundry. When he got home mom's cool shirts were gone. Dad said someone must of stolen them because they were so fashion forward. (although a part of mom sort of thought that dad might have "lost" them). Now mom thinks her cool 80's shirts are probably still stuck in the washer at the college laundry mat.

Oh-and one more thing: After dad had to do the laundry by himself he told mom: "Let's go out to Scratch and Dent this weekend see if they have a washer."

 

New Trick

March 15th 2010 4:57 pm
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Last night there was a cat in my yard. I knew I needed to go out and protect my yard from all things cat but mom and dad were both asleep. How to wake them up? I tried walking all around the house, but that didn't work. I tried staring at them until they woke up, but they were snoring away. I tried jingling my collar. I snuffled and grunted. But nothing. Then I rang the bells on the door with my nose. As soon as I did, mom got up and let me out. Of course the cat was long gone, but I did not care. Mom was so happy that I rang the bells. She has been trying to teach me that trick since I came here. But, I would not ring the bells. I even went so far as to stare at the bells and shake my collar so it would sound like ringing, but that wasn't actually ringing the bells. I don't ring them very hard, just a little bump and if you don't listen carefully you will miss it. The only bad thing is that I did wake mom up. She is still sniffling from this cold so I think she didn't care that much. She was taking cold medicine so she went right back to sleep. Poor mom, sniff, sniff, sniff just like a puppy.

 

Rain

March 13th 2010 6:59 pm
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It rained really really hard last night and most of today. There are puddles everywhere for me to splash in. But, I did not get to go play in the puddles all day because mom and dad went to the Showchoir competion. One of their godchildren was in the showchoir finals. He even had a little solo. The competion went on all day. Mom and dad heard three chiors. They were all good and mom and dad really enjoyed themselves. Plus the kids looked like they were having a great time. I don't know if their chior won or not. But I do know mom and dad were gone all day. I haven't met these people yet. They live far away and hardly get to visit. I think I would have liked to hear the singing because I like it when mom plays the piano and when dad plays the flute.

So while mom and dad were listening to a wonderful concert, I was stuck in the house watching the raindrops come down. Of course the miracle field is now a miracle pond. Tomorrow, I guess I will go puddlejumping.

 

Pet Squirrel?

March 12th 2010 4:20 pm
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When I went for my walk this evening I ran into some neighbors. They were looking up in a tree and calling : "Here Holly" and making cheepy noises. I thought maybe their cat was stuck in the tree and I stopped to look, too. In the tree was a little house. It was bigger than a bird house. It was a squirrel house! Holly is my neighbor's pet squirrel! PET SQUIRREL! Who keeps a pet squirrel? I could just eat that squirrel for dinner! I found out that they keep rabbits and pheasants and even had a baby deer for a while. And they have more conventional pets, too. They do have a cat. He is always on a leash and he loves to go on car rides. But, he doesn't drive. He can drive, but he doesn't because cats are terrible drivers. (All animals know that-I'm not giving away any secrets.) They have a dog named Purdy. She has a bum leg and just hops. Purdy says when that squirrel comes out of the tree, it belongs to her. Not if I get there first!

I am almost to 1000 hits. Thanks to everyone who is helping me out!

 

Signs of Spring

March 9th 2010 10:09 am
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I think it's spring! The door is open to air out the house. The yard has crocuses(croci?) blooming. They are the first flower of spring. The robins are back. I have been chasing them. All the kids are outside playing. I have been chasing them, as well.

Mom is home from work today. A normally scheduled day off, even though she still is not feeling 100% perfect, she now feels like she will live. Dad is back to being sick. Mom told him he shouldn't drink after her, but he is a big burly man and didn't think a little germ would get him. I guess he was wrong.

Mom and dad went to see Big and Little play soccer this weekend. I was not allowed to go because it was indoor soccer. Mom has promised that I can go to the t-ball games. Mom says Big and Little both enjoy playing soccer. They both have their own styles. Little loves to move and during the break in the game he ran all around the gym like a puppy with the zoomies. Little would drive the ball all the way to the goal and right passed it and back up the field. He didn't care he was having fun. Big is a more conscientious player. He watches the coach. He watches his teammates. He watches the clock. He makes sure he gets taken out of the game a minute before each quarter is over so he can hold his ears and not hear the very harsh buzzer. I think that I would be a very great soccer player because I would always know where the ball is. Watching soccer made dad think of this joke. Why do so many kids play soccer? Because then they don't have to watch it. Just kidding. Anyway, soccer and t-ball and bike riding are just another sign of spring.

Little did try to wash mom's car yesterday. He was using a squirt gun and a paper towel. He tried and tried but that dirt just kept coming back together on the car. There is a line for the car wash at least a 20 minute wait. So getting the car washed must be another sign of spring.

Now mom is thinking about a bad sign of spring- Spring Cleaning! No mom don't do it. Remember you just got up from your sick bed. It's too pretty a day. You need to help me chase squirrels. Please don't get the vacuum out. Isn't there some sort of Law and Order on tv?

 

PRESENT!

March 5th 2010 4:44 pm
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You will not ever guess what dad brought home for me yesterday. Not even if I gave you 10 guesses.
No, it is not a pony.
It is not a tea cup pig.
It is not even a Ham.

It is a deer head! That's right. My very own deer head. Not like the wild flower that grows in the southwest. And not one that is tasty enough to eat. This is a deer head that was stuffed and mounted. Eleven Points.

We live in a rural state and hunting is a popular pasttime. While mom and dad do not hunt, dad does go to Pap's hunting camp every year and does the cooking. And of course Jake and Luke hunt all the time. They always get a deer for mom and dad and we do eat the meat. It is lean, heart smart and tasty. And although we love the meat, we have never had a trophy.

Someone that dad works with felt bad that our house did not have at least one deer head gracing a wall and gave dad one of his. (Jake and Luke had at one time 7 deerheads on their walls-Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid and Donder. Blitzen was the target deer in the back yard. It was only a coincidence that they had the same names as Santa's reindeer).

Now we have a deer head. I am so thrilled. I keep going in the bedroom where dad put it. I stare at it and do my little grunting at it. I am going to find a way to make it into my very own chew toy.

Mom is still sick, so her opinion on the deerhead has not yet been made known. But, mom remembers when she was a little girl, her pop-pop had a deer head mounted with the hooves. The hooves held the gun that shot the deer. Now that's irony.

 

Doctor Lucky

March 3rd 2010 10:12 am
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Mom says I am like a doctor. I check on my patient during rounds and then go on to the next thing. Mom is my patient. Yesterday, she got sick but fortunatley, she was on her way to the doctor.(the real doctor). She got some medicine and went to bed. Today she didn't have to go to work so I have been taking care of mom. I will walk by her sick couch and occasionally remind her to drink some juice. (When mom hears me drinking.) So I am a doctor today.

Poor Sweet Doggie Dude(now in heaven) was a nurse. He was right on whatever was wrong. I mean right on. If you had a headache he would sit on your head. If you had a stomach ache he would be on your tummy. If you had a cut, he would lick the blood off of it.

Dorothy in heaven was not in the health care profession. The only way she would care if anyone was sick would be if there was a ham attached to the injury.

But now I am the healing animal in the family and I must go check on my patient. Mom is thinking about doing the dishes or something equally as stupid. So I am wanted at the sick couch- Stat!

 

Dogs in My Neighborhood-Final Lap

February 28th 2010 4:39 pm
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I am finishing my walk.
Watch out when you turn the corner, because you run right into Sadie's territory. Sadie is a beagle and she lives behind a fence, except as soon as you walk past her house she crawls under the fence and nips at your heels. I used to want to play with her, but mom says to just ignore her. And we keep walking. One day Sadie, one day...

Down from Sadie is Lucky 1's house. Lucky is also a beagle. Everytime mom calls my name, Lucky 1 barks. That is why I needed a middle name. Now mom calls LuckyBell! or Bon Chance so that Lucky 1 doesn't get in trouble.

Across the street is where my friend Huck lives. Huck is a West Virginia Brown Dog, short hair version. I think that techinically Huck owns the miracle field. But, he let's all the doggies play in it. The other thing that Huck has that is soo super cool is a burn pile. Every now and then there is a big bonfire in Huck's yard.

And finally it is back to my yard. I have the best place in the neigborhood. I have a big front yard and a nice porch to sit on to see all the action. I have a fenced in back yard full of bamboo to hide in.

In the house are the very best things: Mom and dad and my food and water and all of my toys.

So that is a walk around my neighborhood. Mom says there are more dogs, but they are house dogs and I will meet them if the snow ever melts.

 

D0gs in My Neighborhood Part II

February 26th 2010 1:04 pm
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Some pups have commented on Part I-There sure are a lot of doggies in my neighborhood. It's true! We are very dog friendly here. I have gotten you down to the end of the street and now we are ready to go up the hill.

A big miracle field runs right by the hill. Not only does food appear with regularity on the hill, but it is the number one sled riding place so it usually has tons of kids playing on it. And right on top of the hill is my good friend Harley's house. Harley is a West Virginia Brown Dog. He was a good friend of Dorothy's. Now he is my friend, too. He goes for a walk with us every single day. When we get back to my house he always comes in for a treat.

After Harley's house there are some indoor doggies. I don't know them at all. Maybe when the weather is warm I will meet new friends. Then we come to Penelope and Hamilton's house. Penelope is a Labradoodle and Hamilton is a German Shepherd. They bark all the time. Their barking drives their human crazy. So it's kind of fun of me to stir them up when I walk by.

Right next door to them is my secret boyfriend, Dano. Dano is a Boxer mix. I like Dano so much that every time I see him I bark. A real doggie bark. That is the only time I bark. Dano has a brother Jake. Jake is a big retrevier chow-just like me. But I don't pay any attention to Jake. My heart belongs to Dano.

Next door to Dano lives Baron. Baron is the old dog in the neighborhood. He is a boxer. He is very stately, but he always runs his fence when he sees me.

That's the second part of the block. The only doggies who live on the back road ( that aren't house dogs) are the three Senoritas. I am not sure of there names but I think they might be named, Senora and Chica and Nina. They are big dogs and have a great porch and back yard. They came up from New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina. I don't really hang out with them, but, their person makes Chicken Livers and keeps them in a can. She passes them out to doggies who visit.

So that is the back road. We are almost done with our walk. But I guess you will have to stay tuned til next time to finish the walk.

 

Dogs in my Neighborhood

February 23rd 2010 5:39 pm
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When Dorothy was alive, she was the queen of the neighborhood. She was THE boss dog. All other dogs bowed to her. (Bow-wowed? to her). If food appeared in the miracle field, it was hers. If there was excitment she was in the middle of it. Everyone knew her, everyone loved her.

Then she had to go up to heaven and she sent me to mom and dad. I am at the bottom of the dogpile. I don't mind. I still have fun and lots of friends so I thought I would tell you about the doggies I see on my walk everyday.

Mollie lives in the house next door. She is a wiener dog and she took over Dorothy's spot as top dog. She owns the miracle field now. Even though I am way bigger than Mollie is, I know she can kick my butt.

Right next door to Mollie is the Pug Army. I don't know any of these doggies names. There are about 5 pug doggies who live there. They live behind a fence and anytime I walk past they cause a big ruckus.

Across the street ( and down a ways) from the Pug Army is a doggie named Flash. Flash looks almost exactly like me except he is a boy and I am a girl. Also my eyes are a little bit darker and my teeth are way more crooked. We are even the same age. Sometimes we play together. He has a little girl that I like to play with. Then he gets all protective of her. Then we get the puppy zoomies together.

The last house on the street is where Dorothy's best friend Pork Chop lived. Pork Chop is in heaven, too. But he left a lot of doggies behind most importantly, Buddy. Buddy is a yellow lab basset hound mix. He is an old doggie now and stays mostly in the house, but he still comes out to see my mom. He lives with this wiener dog named Baby. Baby is really fat, fat like a balloon blown up to its full capacity. It takes Baby about a half an hour to go across the street. Cookie and Rascal also live at Pork Chop's. Cookie is a beagle and Rascal is a Jack Russell. I always want to play with them, but they have the invisible fence and don't go out of the yard.

This is who I see in the first half of my walk. Next time I'll tell you about the back half of my walk.

 
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