Duty berfore breakfast

Always on guard duty. Yep, that's me.
Tux always finishes his breakfast first and goes outside. I eat my breakfast and go outside.
This morning, I was eating. Tux was outside when he sent off the alert. Sumfin was going on out there. I needed to get out there to give orders.

I still had several mouthfuls of food in my dish But I Didn't Eat Them.

Now I have been known to grab a mouthful of food and run outside. Barking with my mouth full. But it is a muffled bark.

This was the real deal and I needed FBM (Full Bark Mode).
I just took off. No food in my mouth.
Barking at full throttle.

My food dish had been picked up when I came back in a just a second or sumfin.

Walking with army boots

I am my Daddy's girl. I am his helper.
Daddy is fixin to leave for a couple of hours or weeks for his annual trainin for the National Guard. He got sum new boots for his trainin time. He put those boots on this mornin and said, "come on dogs. You are gonna help me break in my new boots."
Me and Tux went for a mile and a half march with Daddy. I didn't see the boots get broken but maybe that will happen sum other time.
Happy to help Daddy with any jobs. Maybe we can go for another walk later to break the boots.

Enough already

Hmm, maybe Sissor did really bring sumfin when she got home yesfurday.
It has been rainin. A lot. Too much. It's still rainin today and of course our wind has started.
It is yucky outside. How is a pup 'spected to be a "good dog" and go potty outside when we get soppin wet just standin on the top step?
We did manage sumhow yesterday. Daddy found poops in unusual places. Under the lilac. Real close to the house. Places that were kinda outta the rain.
Evfurrytime we go out and come in Mommy grabs a towel to dry us off. And then she mops up the wet spots on the floor that our wet feet make.
I wonder if Notme may show up and potty in the basement. Ya never know but it could happen.

Sissor brought me sumfin!

Woo Hoo! Sissor just got home to eat all the food in the house and do tons of laundry.
And she brought me sumfin!

Are you ok? I know, hard to believe, huh?

I asked her, "what did you bring me?"
She said, "nada!"

Cool huh?

I am gonna have to swing by Mr. Cutter's page for a definition. He knows 'bout words, he does a word of the day thing. He'll know what nada is.

eek

There I was lounging on the back of My love-seat-look-out-perch. I had one eye open to the outside. Not much going on so I had the other eye closed.
We heard what we thought was a cat playing with a toy downstairs. I didn't think much of it. I stayed on duty on My love-seat-look-out-perch.
Then the cat and cat toy noise came upstairs and went into the hallway.
Ok, so the Samcat was playin. He likes to play with little cat toys. I figured he was playin with a little ball that has a rattly bell inside it.
I kept on bein on duty on My love-seat-look-out-perch.
But the sound of Sam playin was just a little different. I got innerested in the sound. Never an alarmist or sumfin, I sent one of my minions to check out the different sound.
"Tux, go check out that not just right sound." I stayed on duty on My love-seat-look-out-perch.
I can't do Evfurrything 'round here.
Purdy soon, I realized My minion hadn't come back with his report. This will not do. I got off My love-seat-look-out-perch. Mommy (she's another minion) and Me went to check out the not just right sound.
What we found was Tux and Sam at the end of the hall. What they had was not a cat toy, in the usual sense. What Sam had brought upstairs was a mouse trap. With a mouse trapped in it.
I stared at it. It was laying there on the floor. It's rear end was stuck in the trap. It looked like it had been gummed. It's hair was wet and messy lookin. Sam and Tux looked like they had gotten caught doin sumfin naughty.
Mommy let out a little squeal but she picked up the trap end with the mouse caught in the other end. The mouse was still a-kickin', a little bit. She held the trap/mouse at arms length. She got a plastic shoppin bag and put the whole deal in there. Then I had her call Daddy. Daddy musta told her to take it out and put it in a trash barrel and he would deal with it when he got home. I don't think Mommy wanted to try to release the mouse from the trap. He wasn't long for this world, but he was still movin a little bit at that point. Sorry pups, we aren't mouse-huggers around here. She wasn't going to try to save him. There's lots more where he came from.

The whole thing was kinda a non-problem. Nobody screamed, nobody ate mouse parts. Kinda borin'.
I went back to My love-seat-look-out-perch. All in a day's work for this little Schnauzie grrl.

Messy pictures

Grr. Do you pups have trouble when you add or take off pictures from your page?
We do. Mommy added a couple more. Our numbers always mess up and pictures we want showing first go down to the very bottom. Then pictures that need to be kinda in order get messed up. I am older then I am younger. It's summer then it's Christmas time.
Then it's real slow and frustratin' to reorder my piccies. Click to remove. Wait for the whole thing to reload. Try to renumber.
Gah!

We just give up.

Enough already

Ok, so the guys have barked their diary entries. Right, Tux is Sooo skeery that he made the vet lady 'bout pee her panties. And Mr. Drover has some weird thing with his heart. It's mumbling or grumbling or sumfin. He's acting like his old weird self. So let's move on to the important stuff.

ME!

I survived being shot. I even nearly bleeded to death. Really. The vet mopped up the blood with some gauze junk. I tried to hide under the kitchen table but I am a good 'bedient pup and I came slinkin out when the vet called me to her. Crawlin to my near death 'sperience. Yeah, that's it. Tux skeered the vet. Drover has a heart complaint.
I nearly died.

If anyone cares.

But, stoic, yes, that's a real word, I wikied it (a pup who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.) soldier that I am, I survived. I even had a little bump on my back for the rest of the day. And I slept a lot.
But today I am fine. I am on sentry duty Right now. Can you hear me?
I outta get Mommy to get a video of me on duty. You would enjoy that, I'm sure.
We do what we gotta do.

Today I get shot

I tried really hard to sneaky outta the gate when Daddy was leaving for the work place. Save me Daddy! I don't wanna get shot!
I heard Mommy the other day yakking in the little box she holds up to her ear. Setting up a time for me to get shot. I even need to get kennel cough. Later this summer or sumfin, I will get water boarded and I need kennel cough for that. I don't get it.
At least Drover and Tux are gonna get shot and kennel coughed too 'cause they will be water boarded too.

I won't be alone in my torture.


Drover whispers, * uh, pups, we need to be up to date on our immunizations including kennel cough. There is a possibility we will need to be boarded for a few days in July, if not sooner. I just wanted to clear that up.*

Gotta moo

Yippee! I heard Mommy and Daddy talking 'bout Mooing! I know what that means! That means neighbor cows out! That means I have the go ahead to BARK! I have permission to bark at cows so that my pawrents can go shut our gate so that the cows don't come into My yard and poop their messy, hard to clean up poop.
Yippee!

Wait. Wha? Not "mooing"?
You said it's time to "mow".


Oh, never mind.

No more fighting

Let me fill you in on why Tommy doesn't live here anymore. He is back in foster care to find a new home.

Ok, so when Tommy first came to live here, we all got along. Tux and Tommy would run and chase each other. Drover and Tommy would bark at each other. They were loud but they just barked. Me and Tommy started recently to play with each other.
Then Tommy and Drover started fighting. Mommy would find little bleedy places on Drover. Like maybe one of his bumpy warts got nicked. Just little bleedy spots. But then, Drover and Tommy started growling at each other. And then they just started flat out fighting. Since Drover was a little smaller, he was the one getting hurt. Tommy never got bleedy. But Drover had one place about a month ago, Daddy called it a laceration. And since Drover is older, he would take a few days to recover. Then at the groomer's the other day, she showed Mommy a puncture wound on Drover's neck. Mommy knew there was an owie but the groomer was able to clean it up and trim the hair away. It was already pretty much healed up.
Then the other night, we were all messing around outside. Mommy and Daddy saw the whole thing. Tommy just started fighting with Drover. Drover didn't back down but Tommy was all over him and had him down on the ground. Tommy didn't want to stop fighting. Always before Mommy could just holler and they would stop. Daddy had to pull them apart. Now Drover has a big laceration on his right shoulder. Of course, that happened when the vet was closed and we don't have e-vet places around here. Daddy patched Drover up. The wound doesn't look too bad, it is kinda closing up on it's own, so Drover won't be going to the vet right now. If it gets to oozing and Drover acts droopy, then he'll go.
But that was the last straw. Mommy called the foster mom, the one that had assured Mommy that she would take Tommy back no matter what. The foster mom who hardly wanted to let Tommy be adopted. Now, things had changed. The foster mom asked Mommy if she knew of anyone to adopt Tommy. She didn't want to take Tommy back. She has 3 dogs of her own and a tiny foster dog. She didn't want Tommy to hurt the tiny foster dog. I guess it's ok for Tommy to continue to hurt Drover.
That was the convo the other night. This morning Mommy talked to the foster mom again. She hadn't found any other foster home for Tommy. Mommy told her it was very stressful trying to keep the boys apart. In fact, Daddy was ready to take Tommy to the local shelter. When Mommy told the foster mom that, foster mom said "I would rather you bring him back to my place and I will deal with having 5 dogs".

Then she hung up on Mommy.

That corked it for Daddy. He took Tommy to the local shelter.
Tommy is probably out at the foster mom's home right now so don't worry about him. He will probably go to a Petsmart for the next adoption day and he will be listed on Petfinder soon too. He will find the right home.
Just so you know, that was Not the same foster mom that we got Cindy and Drover and Tux and the kitties Ellie and Georgie and Sam from. That foster mom is Fantastic. And has much better peepole skills.

Mommy knows now that it just needs to be us three dogs. No more dogs. No more cats.

We hope you don't think we are bad 'cause we sent Tommy back. Mommy really didn't know how to deal with the explosive fights. There were never any warning signs that things were going to happen. Mommy doesn't think we have any dog trainers around that will come to your house to help with problems like this. She didn't know where to turn for help. In the meantime, Drover could have been hurt real bad. Ya know what I mean.
As any mom knows, it's hard to see your child (pet) get hurt. Drover is a quirky guy but he doesn't deserve to be hurt every few days. No one does. So Mommy and Daddy handled the situation they only way they knew.

So it has been very quiet here today. No more growling and fighting going on. I got some good barking in earlier. There was a big truck and trailer unloading a back hoe machine.

Later Pals. I hope you will still be my pals.