I GOT TAGGED!

I got tagged by Zoe on November 18th.

Each player starts with 7 random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their diary the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose some dogs to tag and list their names. Don't forget to bark them a pmail that they've been tagged and to read your diary or tell them with a rosette.

1. I am a Yorkie (or 'orkie, as Auntie El-Pup sez).
2. I still think I'm a puppy.
3. I hate baths.
4. I have a little brother (PJ) and a foster brother (Pucci)
5. I like to eat.
6. I sleep with my Mummy.
7. I spend most of my days sleeping in Auntie El-Pup's lap (yes, I'm an excellent lap dog!)

I'm tagging:

Lord Pippin
♥ ZOE ♥
Abigale June
Leroy Hatsis, Airport Dog
Star-Baby
Teddy
Hope, NPC

It's About Time!!!

Guess what! Auntie El FINALLY felt like getting on this stupid pooter thing for a while, so I can dictate to her what I want to say in my diary.

::ahem:: (clearing throat)

Dear Diary
It's been so long...can you believe it's been almost a year?! Between Auntie El's chemo (she finished in August and is now cancer-free, thank you to all who prayed for all of us) then just not feeling like getting on the pooter (not to mention when she did, it was for her get paid to read email thingies), it's been a long year.

Way back in the beginning of August, Mummy had a hernia, whatever that is, so she was away for a few days. When she came back we weren't even allowed to go near her. Auntie El would to pick us up and hand us to Mummy so she could give us some lovin'. One day I forgot myself and jumped up into her lap. Whoo boy! Both her and Auntie El yelled. But then they apologised because, like Auntie El said, I had forgotten myself and jumped. I didn't mean to hurt Mummy.

Howl-O-Ween came and they dressed me n Pease up in these silly clothes and took us to PetSmart. By the time we got into the store I was out of my clothes (the original 'Nature Boy', y'know), but Peasy being Peasy stayed in his. Mummy said he was Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of the Carribbean movies. I didn't see the resemblence, and personally, I think that's insulting to Johnny Depp (but Mummy and Auntie El think Pease was adorable)

Thanksgiving we had way too much turkey! Auntie El said we were in a turkey coma for a few days. All I know is I didn't wanna do much but sleep. Is that what a coma is?

Christmas is coming and we're all getting ready to go home to Grandma's for the howlidays. Now, while I'm looking forward to seeing Grandma and Pap-Pap, unlike my silly brother, I'm NOT looking forward to seeing Pepper (Grandma's Yorkie) Y'see, Pepper thinks he's the ultimate Alpha Male and bullies me around, like biting at my leg n stuff. I spend more time upstairs in Uncle Paul's room than I do anywhere else.

Anyway, I just wanna wish y'all a Happy Chanukkah, a Joyous Yule, A Merry Christmas, a Happy Kwanzaa, and a very Happy New Year!

Love n kisses
Shads

To All Of Our Dogster Friends At The Bridge

Auntie El just came back into the house from her exercise and she was crying. It seems that the squirrels who live outside in our big tree had a loss of a family member. She says it's one who she saw had a bad leg before she went to hospital. She says she figures he just couldn't climb back up into his home and froze to death. Anyway, we're asking all of our Friends at The Bridge to make this little squirrel welcome, and don't scare him too badly ;=) Auntie El loved him (and his family) very much.

Thanx!
Shads

AUNTIE EL'S HOME!!!!

Mummy brunged us such a nice surprise tonight! She brunged Auntie El home from hospital! She's walkin kinda funny and bent over and won't let us crawl on her belly (and after seeing the marks there I don't think I'd want to!) saying she has a big boo boo. She showed Mummy and we saw this long nasty looking thing from her belly button all the way down

On behalf of Auntie El and my brother PJ (and even Mummy and Great Auntie Dorothy), we'd like to thank you all for your prayers, warm fuzzies, best wishes and love (and keep them phone calls comin!...y'all know who y'all are)

With great love
An ecstatic Shads

Mummy Came Home Today!

Mummy Came Home Today! I'm so happy! She'd been gone for what seemed like a dog's age, and now she's back. Only bad thing is we can't climb all over her...she has these boo-boos on her belly which make her hurt, especially if we put our tiny little weight on her. Oh, well, at least she's home, so I'm happy :=)

Not Much New

No new news, yet...well, nothing drastic. Mummy went to hospital the other day...they thought it was gall bladder (whatever that is), but it was only scar tissue from a previous operation that was causing her problems. We miss her but she'll be home real soon (like, maybe even tomorrow!)

Auntie El has been spending all her time visiting Mummy (well, except today...she had her pre-admissions tests today, and spent the rest of the time playing with us), so we've kinda been on our own. And yes, we've been good puppies...no tearing up the furniture or stuff like that (I could get kicked out of NPC for that!), but we've both been shredding tissues all over the place, and Peasy's leaving his usual 'surprises' in his usual spots...behind chairs and stuff. I don't think we'll be able to get away with this when Mummy comes home :-( Oh well, it'll still be nice to have a little normalcy until Auntie El goes in hospital on Feb 2nd.

What A Long Stange Trip It's Been

What a November, December and January! Auntie El had a major bout of depression, then we went to see Grandma, Pap-Pap and Pepper for Christmas, and this past week, Auntie El went to the people vet (I don't like them, neither! They made both Auntie El and Mummy cry!) and she and Mummy have been crying a lot ever since. Something about a word...what was it?...oh, yeah, cancer. Auntie El has cancer. I don't know what it is, and I can't see it, but it mustn't be good if she's crying so much. She keeps telling me & Mummy she's gonna be OK and she is OK, but then why is she crying when she sings to me? PJ doesn't understand any of what's going on...he knows that Mummy and Auntie El are upset over something but he understands even less than I do. He's still the happy little guy, playing and wanting to play he's always been. What if something happens to Auntie El and she goes to sleep and doesn't wake up like Great-Grandpap did? What happens to us? There'll be no one to take care of us, love us and play with us all day when Mummy's working. Auntie El says she's gonna be OK, but I know she's very scared and very sad.

FINALLY!!!

After a long hard month, Auntie El finally got her pooter back with its new hard drive. Of course, now she's gonna be spending several more days getting everything off these flat round things and put all of what she says is on them onto the hard drive (I don't know about drives being hard, but the pooter itself is hard! and I can't see anything being on those flat round things! but they look like the things she and Mummy put in another thing in the living room to watch movies). At least life is getting back to normal around here.

Auntie El Has Updated Her Website!

I actually can't believe it! Auntie El has FINALLY (after promising for what seems like forever!) updated her website. She fixed up and changed some of what was already there, and AT LONG LAST put up the Tribute page for my best Friend, Buddy, who crossed Rainbow Bridge this past April. Once she gets the nod from Buddy's mummy and grandmum, we'll put the link in here, so stay tuned! (Buddy's mum and grandmum ok'd the idea of a Tribute, but she wants the final OK from the family of what it looks like before she 'turns it loose' on the public (makes sense to me!)

Stay tuned!

Why Can't I Go Outside?

Auntie El hasn't let us go out all week. She says it's way too hot. All I know is I WANNA GO OUTSIDE!!! SHE can go out (with her smoky things) and to bring in the mail, but she won't let us out at all. Something about it being over 100 degrees and that 'not being good for puppies'. Well, I showed her last night! When she went out late last night with one of her smoky things, I ran out the door right behind her. It was dark outside, but I could see quite well. She called to me in that threatening voice she uses when I've been a bad puppy (a kinda deep, real soft voice) and made me go back in the house. I had fun running around the tree and still have no clue why I couldn't go out. ::sigh:: Oh well, she says it's because it's not healthy. Even she's not going out unless she's taking one of those smoky things out. Mummy's had her air conditioner running all day (and night), making the house seem real cool, but I don't know what the big to-do is.