The Food Bowl Is Half Full

Monday mom slipped me a gooey waffle treat in lieu of my fav Greenie. Goo was alright. And crunchy cracker wasn't bad. But maple filled cookies have nothing on my beloved Greenie.

Tuesday rodent hunting was reduced to a mere discovery of one 1/2 decomposed rat all funked up in a flattened and crooked position behind one of the wall fountains. Still nabbed him out of mom's hands as soon as she plucked him out. Even ran off into the pines and buried him so nature could finish its job.

Wednesday the "drive around town" turned Boo hair appointment was also somewhat disappointing. No matter which route mom trys, I can smell that bath, clipping and blow dryer within a 1/2 mile radius of the shop. Began my hair dresser protest (Which include but are not limited to shaking, panting, whining, frantically pacing and several attempts at escaping out the car window.) 5 minutes before the car stopped in front of that place.

Thursday... got stiffed on the Bunny Hill romp. Kept trying to get mom to follow me to the Bunny Hill entrance/gate all day. Would wander where she was. Throw out an initial "rrrrruuff." Toss my head, pointing with my snout, in the desired direction. Lead mom as close to the gate as she'd go. Then jumped wildly and barked frantically in an attempt to get her to open that gate. Now, if I had opposable thumbs and my legs weren't 6 inches long, things would be different. Things are what they are though.

Like I can count how many times it's rained in the Mojave, during my lifetime, on one paw. Today... I can't actually see cats & dogs falling from the sky. But neither mom nor I do wet & cold well. Morning hike is out.

A lesser pooch might think my week was rather bleak. Not me. there's always next week. And although today is an inclement weather day, it's also laundry day. Which means I get to play the sock & dish cloth dash with mom until the last load. Woof!

Dingy Dog

Dad spent the entire day Sunday intermittently ringing the door bell.
And I spent the entire day answering the dad induced ding dong.
As soon as I'd get in just the right spot and in just the right position on my snuggle ball to take a little snooze, the door bell would ring. Took me about a half a milli-second to spring out of my snuggle ball. Leap from the tiled bathroom tub onto the floor. Do the Scooby Doo Scramble on the tile floor in a race to the hall. Slide down the hall. Slip around the corner. Bound to the front door. Position myself into my most threatening guard dog stance. Where I'd swiftly scan the porch, driveway, yard and beyond through the glass door. While concurrently "ra, ra, ra, ra, rrrrrrrrrrraaaa"ing at the supposed guest/intruder.
Happened probably two dozen times that day.
Each time I found dad standing on the other side of the glass door. Laughing hysterically at me and my repeatedly predictable reaction.
Dad was so proud. He even demonstrated his new found "game with Boo" to mom as soon as she got home that day.
Am now pondering who the real Ding Dong is...

And The Oscar Goes To...

...Wallace & Gromit, The Curse of The Were-Rabbit!
Best Actor - Gromit
Best Supporting Actor - Wallace
Best Supporting Cast - The Gabillion Bunnies
Best Movie Invention - The BV 6000

Heard none of the above got the nomination nod. Think the Academy may have not seen the film. So, have certified letter with DVD and above suggestions going out today.

Have also prepared my application for the Anti-Pesto S.W.A.T. Team. Think my experience far exceeds necessary qualifications. To include: .5 year Bunny/Rodent Removal Internship. And 1.5 years hands on experience with an estimated 156 Rat Out Scrambles. And approximately 233 Mad Dash Bunny Chases. With about 17 Lizzie/Chicky Grab Ups. Action shots available upon request. Would also be willing to interview and audition for the Grrrrrrrraaabbbbit job/part.

Also started my 2006 Letter to Santa today. With the Bunny Vac 6000 at the top of my list.

Stake Out

Spent the entire day yesterday perched strategically on my snuggle ball next to the bathroom window. Intently staring at the kitties that live next door.
Couldn't stop watching the two of them pouncing, arching, clinging, swatting and spatting. Think they thought they were tree monkies. Swiftly swinging from patio chair to table to barbecue and back.
Am sure the tabby thought he was Spider Man. Sprung onto the window screen. Clung by his claws while staring at the ground below. Then scaled the screen from one side to the other before doing a back flip onto a potted plant.
At one point later in the afternoon, got just a glimpse of a big ball of fur rolling down the dirt foundation. The two brawling kitties broke up when they hit the driveway. Black & white one darted off towards a rock pile. While the other started batting around the leaves blowing in the wind.
Boo's observation of the day... Kitties are craaaaaaazzzzzzzy.

Beef Cake

Today was errand day.
Spent the morning going from here to there. Started with a Starbucks scone. Then visited with the ladies at the cleaners. Potty breaked before Blockbuster. Yada, yada, yada... Ended the morning consulting with the investment advisor, who apparently has a Boo too. Except his Boo isn't as "beefy" as mom's Boo.
Huh?! Vet always says am such a "well developed" Yorkie.
Prefer Vet professional opinion of Boo body type.
Wonder if Muscle & Fitness publishes a Yorkie Edition?

My Name Is Harrod...

...And I'm a Bunnyaholic.
Each day starts with the morning fix. Those at dawn hikes aren't part of a fitness regimen. They're bunny hunts. I'm the hunter. And mom's my scout.
Car rides about town are really rabbit reconnaissance operations. I gear up with the doggles. Mom straps me into my booster seat. And I manuever myself as far out the window as I can to get any sight or scent of bunnyage.
Throughout the day at home, I'm on the drive staring into the desert. Watching those cotton tails hippity hopping all over their hill.
Every chance I get I'm dropping hints. Or full on begging mom or dad to take me on Bunny Hill.
They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem... I have no problem admitting I'm addicted to the Bunny Rush. But I don't think Betty Ford has a Bunnyaholic Program.

Shock The Monkey

Have taken proper precautions to prevent myself from being Jimmied again. Now sleep on top 1/2 of bed where legs cannot reach me. Hoping condition doesn't travel to the arms.
But, now am getting shock treatment from mom. First time it happened, took one touch to send me yipping up the drive. Have learned to circle & assess before approaching mom. And "grrrrrrrr" remind her to ground herself before a Boo greating.
Am beginning to think am being tortured by some sort of Al Qaeda knock off.

Getting Under Foot

Sometimes I like to sleep deep under the covers right next to dad's feet.
Other times I enjoy being curled up on one of the pillows right next to mom's head.
Last night I chose to sprawl out at the end of the bed atop the covers.
In the past, I've had a few problems with the above covers location. I've either gotten cover flipped in the air. Or, I get mom's Jimmy Legs slidding under me, next to me and/or kicking me off the bed.
So I knew I was taking a risk.
Just didn't know Jimmy Legs were contagious.
In the middle of the night I got Jimmied off the bed by both mom & dad. Arrrrgh! Had to finish the night on my snuggle ball. Alone. But, safe.

You Say It's Your Birthday....

...Well It's My Birthday Too!
It's 2-2 and I'm 2! And 2+2=4, which is the year I was born (2004 that is).

Heard it was Groundhog day too. I'd love for that groundhog to show himself. I don't even care if he sees his shadow.

Mom took me to the darn hairdresser yesterday for an "extra beautiful do." The dumb pink ribbons lasted about 1.5 minutes (which is like a week to me). I had the bows completely undone and hanging by a hair by the time we'd turned the corner from my beautician's shop.

This morning mom's sipping her green tea and reading me my Yorkie Star Chart:
"Yorkie Aquarians are the jealous type and do not enjoy sharing their owners." - Jealous is such a harsh word.
"They need to be acknowledged and petted." - Don't we all?
"They are very protective of the household and are a good family watch dog." - I think Yorkies may be replacing the junk yard Rottweiler soon.

For the rest of the day I'll be doing whatever I want because.......... it's MY BIRTHDAY. Wait a second.... I do whatever I want everyday. Must be my birthday everyday!

Roll Over Refusal Cont'd...

Apparently mom & dad haven't read the new Ban on Roll Overs Announcement.
Yesterday at lunch mom gave it her best shot. Grabbed my treat. Brought me over to the carpet. Went through the Sit, Give Me Five, Up and Lay Down. And that's where the monotonous performance ended. Mom's all "Roll over Boo Boo. Come on. Roll over baby." I remained at the Lay Down, plopped my head on my paws and rolled my eyes up at her. You know the one where you can see the whites on the sides of my big brown eyes. The whites of my eyes are like kryptonite to mom. She's puddy in my paws when I pull that look on her. Of course, got my biscuit without doing the dumb Roll Over.
Later in the evening dad went for it. Same scenerio. Got my cookie and marched me over to the carpet. Yea... Did every trick. Stopped right at the Roll Over request. On dad's 3rd "Come on Boo. Give me a Roll Over." I jumped up towards him. Grappled his face with my front paws and gave him a big 'ol Boo kiss. Dad always gives in to Boo kisses. Got my cookie and got out of the Roll Over once again.
There must be a steep learning curve with the furless ones. Hopefully they'll get it one day soon. I'll keep working with them. Just might take a little patience on my part.