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Harrod's of Ridgecrest

Over A Year

It's been a while since I last pawed out a diary entry. I think it's 'cause I've been chasing snakes so much lately. Mum says I should "Back away from the baaaaad snakey!" But I can't hear her. I can't hear anything once I'm chasing anything. And since this desert I live in hasn't had any rain in a few years hardly nothing's alive to chase except the baaaaad snakeys. Humph...

Bully Boo

When I was a pup I was afraid of big dogs. I'd run the other way or pat at mum's legs until she picked me up or hunker down submissively in hopes of not being eaten.  Now... Big dogs are my bitches. 

This morning I charged the sweet rescue black lab mix again. Took black lab mix's two owners blocking me and mum pulling me away before I made really loud snarly sounds at the heels of black lab mix. I'm not my fault though. I'm mum & dad's fault. They never really disciplined me as a pup. Or as dad says "I shoulda beat her when she was growing up." All I know is it's a good thing mum & dad don't have anything more than me cause if they'd had kids without fur they'd be the parents of spoiled losers that never graduate high school, can't keep even the most menial of jobs and end up moved back in with them at 45yrs old, which is ironically my dog year age. Ha Ha Ha. Yup... Sure is a good thing all mum & dad got is little 'ol outta control  me. Woof! :-)

March Madness

There were a lot of folks & pups on the trail today. Can't hardly blame them. It's March and it was 70 degrees. Thing is... It's my trail. (Or at least I think so.)

Anyway mum, dad & me were heading south and winding thru the rocks & brush when I spotted a very nice gentleman wearing horn rimmed glasses, Levi's, checkered shirt, hiking boots & a fishing vest. Shortly after I noticed that the very nice gentleman was being accompanied by his Rhodesian Ridgeback and Pointer. I sped down the trail towards them. I could hear mum & dad jogging along after me & hollering something. But I'm a terrier and terriers have selective hearing when they're focused. The only thing I heard when my hearing did pick up dad's voice was dad hollering to the nice gentlemen "Hey! Are your dogs friendly?!" Nice man yells back "Oh yea!" It was at that point the Rhodesian passed me and the Pointer was starting to go by me when I snarled, growled, snapped & lunged at the Pointer's back leg as it passed me. Then I heard mom yell "Sorry! Our dog isn't friendly!"


Disclaimer: No Rhodesians or Pointers were harmed from my shenanigans written about in this diary entry. Woof!