Last Kiss For Mom from Wacker

Wacker (Zach) is gone. I can tell.

I was remembering, he was scared of the guy in the white coat, shaking all the way there all the time in the past, but not that last day. Wacker lived for 16 years & 50 weeks. He could not hear, and was slow getting around the house for the last week. He could still smell an animal cracker from across the house. Mom and Pop could tell it was time. So Friday the 27th of Feb he gave Mom one last kiss and was wagging his tail at the end. He was looking forward to go see Jake and Whiskey, his pals for a long time. It was time to go.

I have givin my last licks of love 3 times now, I am slow around the house cuz I'm lonely. Me and 3 BC's, I only have my momma now. In a way I'm sad cuz I am kinda selfish just thinkin about myself, but, Zach had reached the point and went out with love and his dignity. Dog gone he was a good guy.

I remember from the stories Mom & pop tell. Wack was the ultimate squirrel chaser. Chaser was the KEY word cuz he could never catch one. Then one close call and Zach reached the ultimate level of his passion (or as close as he could ever get). See Wack was a little guy and could not run worth a darn, bless his heart he sure tried though. Slow as honey. In the dog park and makin his rounds, I kid you not, a big fat squirrel drops out of the trees not 1 dog length from Wack.......face to face. Squirrel twitches his tail 2-3 times and Wacker stood still. He simply did not know what to do for a good 5 seconds. Then that squirrel took off and Wacker just stood there till he was about 5 feet away, then he let loose with that bark of his, like he was on a fox hunt. Ya know I let Mom & Pop think Wacker wanted to catch one all the time but I knew the guy. He just made it look like he wanted too. It was all in fun for him, he never expected to catch one, that was just the way he was. Never hurt a thang.

Good bye Zach, I love you.

Greatest American Dog?

Couple months ago I was out in the yard doin my business, reading the canine news and pow, casting calls for Greatest American Dog!!! I started thinkin how I run the empire, send off the 2-leggers to make $$ so they can pay for all my foolishness, set up their schedule for our dinner time, let em know when the stupid BC's need to be played with, ya....I'm the Greatest American Dog! I did not get the call. Nothin, not even a letter saying thanks, you are just too qualified.

So, show comes on, has been for a while. I'm sorry but I have kept my bark under control as much as I can. I mean, who paints? Who dances the Cha-Cha....Country Western...Ballet...Hip-Hop????? Then I see some stuff like who can get the treat the fastest. Hell, any 3 or 4-legger can do that (I like tripods). Any 4-legger can do an obstacle course. Give me a break. And.....those judges are just not worth scoopin my business in the back yard.

This show brings out the absolute worst in some of the people and practically all the time the 4-leggers look bored or not havin fun. Some of these 2-leggers are pretty stand-up people. All the 4-leggers are winners. But some of the 2-leggers..... telling on their "friends". Judges sayin your painting sux. I lift my leg in your direction Greatest American Dog. You put a real show about dogs and how we run the show, I mean stuff that happens in the real backyard. You would have a Emmy Winner and I would be the star.

I'm sorry Dogster, you sponsor the show and all, I think you missed the leash on this one.

Spro sayin, I'm a channel surfer on Wednesday night. C Ya

I'm A Loafer

Ya, I'm lazy now. I stand guard on the empire I call home. I built it to what it is, my piece of heaven. When mom and pop went lookin for a new house, one of my main things, easy access to counter tops, especially the kitchen.

Here is what happened today. Pop is at the puter workin and I come by and get my back rub. I saw it in his face cuz he turned in his chair and rubbed my ribs. He asked me, where are my ribs? I can't feel em Spro, you need to lose weight. I walked off with my secret intact. Then I saw him in the kitchen and it was our special time (eating). Now the 2 leggers put Shooter and Stu out to contemplate what are French Doors and who are the French (early diary entry). Anyway, they get our plates ready and we eat. Cept pop comes outta where Stu and Shooter eat with a look and the look is directed at me. I flat forgot to clean my mess up.

Anyway, got my wish on my choice of houses and I have now lived in it for the past 3-4 years. My favorite thing to find on counter tops, loafs of bread. I don't mess with a slice of bread, I wait patiently for the opportunity at the trophy loaf. I like most bread but prefer whole wheat loafs. They do this about every 3-4 months. I eat a loaf and they put the next loafs up for 3-4 months. Slowly they get comfortable or just plain stupid and leave it down. Boy I'm good and so is bread, especially a whole loaf. Got it just after lunch during their nappy-nap time, all asleep in my empire and I get up and get the loaf and chow down. I am sneaky and full. Till their next stupid moment this is the dough boy Spro saying watch your toast.

C Ya, Spro

Stop Sayin Cuz

I'm always saying to the 3 stooges, leave me alone. Goes like this.......Why you be lickin me Shooter? What does he say.......cuz. Why do you get in my face all the time Shooter...... Cuz. Luke, Why you actin that way when there is a storm....... Cuz. Stu, why don't you try passin that gas outside.......Cuz. You get the point huh?

Well I figured it all out. There are Good Cuz and Bad Cuz according to the BC's. They love sayin Cuz. It is a stupid ball or dog toy. I mean Dad plays with them but he throws like a girly girl, he uses a chuck-it. Mom throws like a guy and she can get it down that field, makes em run their little butts off. They wait for my mama and she gets home and runs around the house doin stuff you do after you have been at work all day. Then she sits at her puter and checks her messages on all these dog boards she visits. The entire time the 3 musketeers are sitting in front of the door staring at the toy of the ages..............Cuz. They wanna play and those things are the best toys for these stupid BC's.

I'll have to say, they have been through alot of toys, Luke eats them, Shooter tears em up and Stu just chases them. Me, I hate the Cuz. I tried and tried but you just cannot tear it up. Thick rubber and it SQUEAKS!!! I hate it............Why you ask...........Cuz.

Spro

Chef SproYarDee

It's pear season! They drop on the ground and I eats em. Stupid, Stupid deers. They eats em too. So less for me makes me terribly upset. Mom & Pop try to keep me out of them but sometimes I win out and eats em up...burrrrrp.

On a sad note for Mom & Pop, Hewey is gone to kitty world in the sky. I don't miss him a bit though, I don't hate catz, they just bug me. For no reason, I'm just mindin my own business, Dewey (one eyed jerk) just pounces on me, slaps the heck outta me with his paw. I give him my "your annoying me" growl and he swats me again. I mean he just sits there and bugs me. I hates catz.

Oh ya, Mom started makin me, YEP ME, MuttBalls. I get MuttBall stew every day at din din time. So do the other pricks (bc's) and Wacker but she makes em for me. She says she can't cook but I tells you all she sure can whip up a mess of viddles for me!

Last thang, Pop works outta da house now. GUESS WHAT? Since I am biggest stick in the family and Pop works at home, I'M WORKIN AGAIN. Soooooo, UPS man gets my share of attention again. I don't hate UPS man. I hate his clothes and smelly ole truck. Our border collies are brown and ups man wears brown and drives a brown thang, so he kinda bugs me. Reminds me of BC's, it flat bugs me.

That's it for now, gotta eats pears.
Spro

Well, I Sure Miss My Baby

Ya, guess you heard the news. I lost my sweetie pie about 2 months ago and just got it in myself to share it. Wigg was so much my girl that I have been besides myself around the house. Pop still takes me to work every so often and that kinda pulls me up in spirits. I am sure she is happy now w/o any nasty pain in her body/muscles, she just could not walk at all that last couple of days.

As far as the house it all goes on as far as those crummy BC's are concerned. Shooter and The Fart man just raise hell all day long w/each other. Ole Luke is kinda turning into a pretty neat guy now with a couple years under his belt like me. But, between Stu rippin em all day long and that nasty Shooter giving me kisses on the LIPS, yep that is right, MY LIPS, ohhhhhh he makes me sick the way he kisses up to me. I think w/my Princess gone I am the big stick in the house now.

Anyway, I am back to as normal as I can be. No more girlfriends for me though, my heart just can't take the loss again.

C Ya Soon
SproDiddy

A Call to Paws

Dear Michael Vick,
You are a complete and total bass turd. I poop at you, although you aren't worth the wear and tear on my sphincter.
Sincerely yours,
Gussie Finknottle,
Elvis the Ibizan,
Priscilla,
Mercury,
Rajah Q.
Sprocket

Gussie Finknottle {a gal pal of mine !}said it best.
I feel the same.
Does anyone else??
Anyone else that *feels* the same way, PLEASE copy and paste in you diary and add your name.

I've Been Tagged Again!

My buddy Wallace tagged me.

See below diary entry!!

Tagged

I have been double-tagged by Rajah and Bullet so I guess it's my turn to tell 7 unknowns:

But first, here are the rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

My Seven
1) The only dog that I have ever played with is my sister Whiskey. She is the only dog that I have ever wanted to play with.
2) My nails grow super fast. Mom puts me in a head-lock and starts stuffing me with treats while Pop clips the nails. I always get a "jack pot" after all the nails on one foot have been done. I get my nails clipped every other week. I like it like that.
3) I come across to others outside of the family as a real tough guy but I am putty in my mom's hands.
4) I love to sunbath.
5) I tried to get my ILP as a Cattle Dog but was turned down by the AKC. When I resubmitted the application as a Canaan Dog I got it!!
6) I have one eye with black eyelashes and one eye with white eyelashes.
7) I give the sweetest kisses.

So now you know a little more about me. Here's who I'm tagging -

Porter
Frances Jean
Shadybear
Sasha
Kasey
Shasta

Woofs to everyone,

Sprocket

Just Thinkin Bout Toenails

What a great weekend. So much happened. Mom's Sister came down and I actually liked her. Believe it, I don't like anyone. We got along great.

Next thing is toenails, you guys/gals have the black ones or the clear ones? I got both but most are black. Some like Thai food, Hamburgers, Mexican or whatever..........I like black toenails. I chew on those thangs all the time. Don't get me wrong, they are clipped/trimmed frequently but I simply cannot help it, I have a toenail fetish.

See ya soon, Sir-Sproc-Alot-of-Toenails