I played tug with a Doxie, really...........

This weekend me and my family went on a little vacation to the lake. There were LOTS of other dogs there. I stayed away from most of them cause they were WAY bigger than me and a little bit mean.
There was however, a very cute (yeah right) doxie puppy. He tried to kill mama with doxie kisses and she kept letting him. Everyone thought I was being a little too rough for the poor little thing. (again, yeah right) He had used his mind control to get all the furless ones. He would lay in their laps and cover them with those doxie kisses. They would oooo and aaahhh and giggle like a bunch of kids. Then he would attack me and bite with those razors he had for teeth.
One particular time during his mind control session on my furless aunt, he jumped down from her lap and attacked me. I was attacking back when my furless aunt reached to pick him up. I was not through with my attack so I grabbed him with my front paws. My furless aunt was pulling his tail side and I was pulling his head side. I think he stretched another good 6 inches. Maybe that's how they came to be so long, hmmm, it's a thought..............................

Spider Rock!!!!!

Well me and mama were on one of our daily walks to the pier and I saw this strange looking thing. It looked kinda like a rock but when I smelled it, it had arms that came up and pinched my nose. OUCH!!!

I pushed it with my paw and another arm came up and pinched my paw. What kind of rock has pinching arms? I quickly swatted and back away. Ha mr. rock. I got you now. I swatted at it again but then made the mistake of sniffing again. (I have short term memory problems)(it's a terrier thing, I think).

Anyway, this sniff made the wierd rock stand up and move. It wasn't a rock at all. He looked like a gigantic spider but mama wasn't screaming so I knew he was one of those. What kind of creature was this thing. I put my nose up under it and shoved real hard. Hahahah mr wierd thing, take that. He stood up and started crawling into the water. Hahaha now your gonna drown in that salty stuff!! I was feeling all proud of myself. I had saved mama from the spider rock.

When we got back to the trailer I was all ready to tell daddy about my adventure. He was there with his bait bucket. He said something about catching a crab in his net. He told mama he was wondering what I would do with it. Come on daddy put this "crab thing" down and let me have. I'll show you what I'll do with it.

About that time I noticed, ANOTHER SPIDER ROCK. Oh no, run for you lives they are everywhere. There's no stopping them. Daddy says they are "crabs" and they live in the salty water. They won't hurt you, in fact people eat them. "Well go ahead daddy eat that thing if you want. BOL hahahaha "Should I tell them they will pinch the fire out of him?? Naw, I'll let him find out for himself" hahahahahahaha

Camping by the dock of the bay

My daddy got transferred to a new place and me and him and mama aren't living in a house anymore. We are all living in daddy's "dog house". Okay it's really called a travel trailer.

I kinda don't like this place cause there's not a doggie door for me to go out of anytime I want and I have to be on a leash everytime I do go out. But then in a way, I like it cause mama has to go with me everywhere.

Well, me and mama went walking the other day when I first got here. There is water all over the place just like there was when we camped at the lake. I wanted to cool my feet off and get a drink so I stepped in it and took a big ole lick. YUCK!!!!! Someone must have spilled the salt shaker in that hole. We walked on a little further and I tried another hole and it tasted like salt too. I bet my granny is gonna be really mad cause with all the salt in this water, there's probably not any left to put on food.

We went on back to the trailer and I noticed that the salt shaker on the table was full. Mama you better lock the door and hide that cause there's gonna be furless ones all over you fur that salt.

Mama explained that we are at the bay and the water is supposed to be salty. I sure don't understand why anyone would want salty water but "oh well". As long as you keep my bowl full of "good" water, I don't have a problem with it.

Day 3

We left the park on day 2 and drove and drove. We finally stopped. What is this place? Oh my goodness, I remember. We are at my furless aunts house. I like this place. Lots of room to run and lots of other woofs to run and play. She has like a jillion dogs. Oh okay maybe not a jillion, but it seems like it sometime.

I get out of the truck and am met by the first three of her pups. There's Montana, he's a very old slow peaceful pup. Fancy, she is a happy fat sassy girl and Hobo, a gentle giant. I growl my greeting and let them know that she is MY mama. They can ONLY talk to her after I approve. Oh, okay mama I'll quit growling and behave, but only cause I wouldn't want to hurt anyfur. BOL

We get in the house and there is Rowdy. He is a big ole ball of fluff. A cat with an attitude but nothing like the one I met previously at my furless sisters. This cat knows what a woof is and how to play. He doesn't use those razor blades on the end of his feet very often and when he does it's usually quick and to the point or should I say nose. I'll stay out of his way cause I wouldn't want to hurt him.

All the other jillion dogs run into the house. The guys come in first to check me out. Jake, a scaredy cat uh er I mean dog. Dakota the loud young teenager and and Bailey the quiet king of the pack.

Now with that out of the way I can play with the grrrrrls. Missy, Gracie, Annabelle, Annie, Cheyenne & Ginger.

My aunt and uncle decide to clean out the doggie pools. (yes these lucky ones have pools galore). My uncle turned on the pressure washer and those grrrls started having a fit. They were totally crazy wanting to play in the water. I like water, to drink but not spraying right up my nose. That stuff burns!!!!

Well, mama has the truck packed and it's time fur another adventure.

Our adventure -- 2nd day

I woke up early the next morning to a strange sound. It was familiar but I hadn't heard it in a long time. Let me go deep into my memory banks and try to pull it out. Oh what the heck, that's too much effort, I think I'll just go investigate.

I started growling and mama jumped up and told me to shhhhh. She opened the door and we went into the next room. There he was, the little boy that mama calls her "grandbaby". He was talking to something in a cage. I had to get a closer look. As I got closer to the cage the "something" inside started making this lound "thump" noise. Mama said it was a bunny and his name was rory. I never heard of a bunny having names and living in cages. The only bunnies I ever saw was at granny and papa's house. They just hopped all over the place. I think this one should be out of the cage. I started squealing and scratching to open the cage but mama said he had to stay in. I want to play with Rory.

The "grandbaby" started running and I growled and jumped on him. I got in trouble for that. I guess I forgot that you are supposed to be gentle around little kids and babies. Just about the time I was getting all calmed down and letting him pet me, another "baby came into the picture. She was smaller but still able to walk that funny little way that they walk. She was running toward me and screaming and I was kinda freaking out. What do I do? Where do I go?

Mama picked me up and held me tight. She explained to the second baby that you have to be nice to me so I'll be nice to her.

Then me and mama got in the truck again. We left there and I was beginning to wonder what was going to be my next discovery in this big adventure? We stopped at my favorite fast food place, Sonic. She got some food and drinks and then we went to the park. This isn't gonna be so bad.

My aunt was there with her two dogs. We got to play together. The only bad thing was we had to be on our leashes the whole time. The two "babies" came too but it was fun with them outside. They held my leash and ran and played with me. They were also very good about sharing their food. YUMMY!!!!!!!!!

Well, day two was finally over and we were on the road again. I wonder what tomorrow will bring........................

Day 1 of our adventure

Me and mama are leaving home to do some "traveling and visiting". The plans are, me and mama are going to visit my furless sister and then I'm gonna spend the night with her and "Gizmo". That's her kittie's name. Mama is going to spend the night with her "adopted daughter, husband and kids" I can't go there cause they don't allow dogs. (I'm kinda sad but happy too cause I get to play with a kittie again)

Yeah we're here. I can't wait to meet Gizmo and play with a kittie again. I potty and then go into Tonya's apartment. That's when I see it........

It was gray and white and bigger than me by a couple of pounds at least. All of a sudden it LEAPED and landed right on top of me. Yikes mama, please don't leave me here all alone. Tonya put it in her bedroom and shut the door and I got off my leash. Good now I can go find the kittie. I sniffed around the apartment. It was definitely there somewhere but I didn't see a kittie. I looked over and under and around but still didn't find a kittie.

Tonya says something about maybe we can try it again. She's going to the bedroom door. NO DON"T OPEN THAT DOOR -- IT WILL ESCAPE AND ATTACK AGAIN!!!!

The door opens...... I don't see it, where is it??? Stupid me and my curious terrier instinct. I just HAD to stick my nose in there and check it out. SWIPE right on the end of the nose. That thing is MEAN. He comes out of the room at me. Yikes!! I go into the living room where mama is sitting and get as far up on her shoulder as possible. SAVE ME MAMA!!!

Oh my gosh, that thing can climb. Mama is reaching out to it. No mama don't do it. It has razor blades built in. Mama is petting it. "Oh your a beautiful cat"

If that's the "kittie" that everyone's been talking about, I ain't playing with it. I ain't talking to it and I SURE AIN"T spending the night with it. I'm going wherever you go mama.

And I did.................................................
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Camping, Fishing Fun

We went camping this weekend. It's fun to be with mama and daddy out in the open. The best part about it is, I was supposed to be on a maximum 6' lead but since there weren't many other campers, I got to be off lead. It was so much fun.

I ran and chased the big white bird thingies (mama called them ducks and geese). I almost caught one too. I was chasing him and all of a sudden, he stopped and turned around. Hey there Mr. Goose thingamajig. I'm the dog!! I'm supposed to chase you, not you chase ME!!

I rolled in duck and raccoon and rabbit and deer poo too. Mama and daddy both kept talking about how much I stunk. I think I smelled purty darn good. The combination of all those poops smelled just "heavenly". haha bol

They grilled steak on the pit and I got a big ole bone. They said it was a rib eye. I didn't know ribs had eyes????? Oh well, it tasted really Yummy!!!

The next day, we went out in the pontoon boat and I helped Papa steer. I was also the official counter of the fish. I had to check every one of them out when they brought them in the boat. If they weren't big enough, they had to throw them back. Papa and daddy both caught really weird looking fish called a "stick bass". They didn't have any mouths and I'm not really sure they were REAL fish.

We came back in and brought the camper and boat home. I had to have a bath to get the poop smell off of me and now, I'm gonna go to SLEEP!!!

SWEET DREAMS ALL!!!! See ya in the morning!!!!!

exciting time in the old town tonight

Me and mama kissed daddy goodbye and sent him packing out the door to work. We had just settled down in the recliner to enjoy a nice quiet relaxin evening when I heard a noise outside. I barked a little grruff and looked over at mama. She didn't seemed worried about it so I got back in her lap and settled down again. All of a sudden, there was a knock on our door. When mama answered the door, there was this horrible smell that made my nose burn. The smell and the stranger at the door made me bark my mean grrrrrrrrufff, grrrrrrrrrrufff, grrrrrrrrrufff. Mama finally got me calmed down enough to hear him ask her to call the sheriff's department.

The stranger said something about gas and running over something. I didn't understand it but I could tell that mama was kinda scared. She called this special number and the fire trucks and sheriff's department came down the street. The fire people made us leave our house (something about possible fire and explosion). The sheriff came over where we were and asked mama all kinds of questions. Then the fireman came over and said it was safe to go back to the house. I was really glad cause it was 105 degrees outside and I was HOT. Besides, it was time for me and mama to be sittin and relaxin, not walking. Then the sheriff put this collar thingie on the stranger's wrists and let him ride in her backseat. I guess she was gonna take him for a walk somewhere.

THEN another stranger came and started diggin up mama's flowerbed. She didn't even get on to him. (I always get in trouble for diggin in her flowerbed). He was really a brave man too cause he came to the front door and told mama he was gonna bring this really BIG machine back tomorrow and dig up her yard AND flowerbed. She still just said okay and then she thanked him. (I would've been grounded from the front yard for at least a week for doing that and he got a THANK YOU.


Mama told me later that the stranger had run over our natural gas meter outside and it was the gas spraying all out causing the bad smell. It was very dangerous and that's why we had to leave the house. The other stranger was from the gas company and they have to put in a new meter tomorrow.

I still don't understand what the flowerbed did to make the gas man so mad................

Wild Weekend

OMD talk about a WILD weekend!!!! We went to my fur cousin (Lucy's) house. It was the first time I've met her. She started out so nice, playing and running around the yard together.

But then........my daddy picked up a frisbee in the yard and tossed it. I ran to get it and so did she. GRRRRRRRR she growled at me like I was a little squirrel and she was the wolf.

I looked at her like, okay where did my sweet little cousin go?? She picked up the frisbee and brought it over to daddy just wagging that little stubby tail. Oh yeah, you're such a sweet innocent thing. NOT!!

My furless aunt says Lucy had a really ruff start in life. She was one of 16 puppies these people were running an ad in the paper to get rid of. She was under a truck and they had to pull her out cause she was so scared of people. She was just skin and bones.

Okay, I'll give her another chance. We started our sniffing and little grruffs and chasing each other around the living room. She might be alright after all, I was thinking. But then it happened again. I picked up this little squeaky duck and ran so we could play chase with it. Boy, she did chase.... and pounce.... and ATTACK!!! GRRRRRRRRR she growled at me and then jumped on me like I do a fly. She bit my ear and rolled me around the floor like I was the stuffed duck...

From that point on, I didn't look at her or even smell her. I just ignored her the rest of the weekend. As we were saying goodbye to my furless aunt and uncled, she came over all happy, that little stub a waggin. OH NO WAY WOMAN.... I'M NOT EVEN GONNA FALL FUR THAT TRAP AGAIN. YOU HAVE SOME SERIOUS ISSUES...