Just Me and Daddy

You know Me. Daddy's girl. Through and through. I'm with ya Daddy.
Even to the dump.
Yep, Daddy was loading up some junk that wouldn't fit in our trash dumpster thing that gets m-teed once a week. I jumped in the truck when Daddy moved the truck around.
Me and Daddy went back in the house to tell Mommy we were leavin for the dump.

She told Daddy to leave me there. :-0

Not really. Just pullin your legs. She made Daddy 'sure her that I wouldn't get outta the truck At All. She even got a lil naggy 'bout it. And that he wouldn't let me drive.

She does love me. Who would light up her hum drum life? Who would make her smile, just 'cause of bein fuzzy? Who would she holler at to stop barkin?

Anywho, off Me and Daddy go. I hopped right up into our pick-em-up truck. Wave good-bye to Mommy standin at the big window, with tears in her eyes.

Axfurly, the dump was dum. I had to stay in the truck when Daddy was dumpin the stuff. And the lady just waved us through the place where I mighta got a doggie cookie. Over and back. That's all there was to it.

Mommy told me it sure was quiet here at home with me gone. She didn't even know the mailman had pulled in. He had to knock on the front door to hand Mommy some flat package thing. Not for me.

And don't believe nobuddy if they try to tell ya I got all nervous and trembled just like I do when we go to be groomed/tortured. That is so toadally not even the truth.

Yep, I am Daddy's girl and ready for adventure! Where should we go next?

So borin

The reason I haven't barked in my diary? Nuthin to bark about.
I mean, Brother packed up his spiffy, sporty red car and took off. He's in Ohmamaha or sumplace. He won't be back for a long time. He was the only one who ever played with me 'round here. So now I gots nuthin to do.
Borin. Nuthin goin on.
So's I just park my cute fuzzy lil carcass up on my Love-Seat-Look-Out and, well, look out the big window.
Ok, so sumtimes there is stuff to bark at. Not much.
They have been workin in the fields across from my place over there. And also behind my place back there. I can't see one way 'cause they stacked huge bales of wheat straw over there. It's like a huge privacy fence. At least I can still hear the neighbor dogs barkin. That makes me bark. Sure can't see anything comin from that direction.
But the worker men have been comin an goin. First a big tractor pullin sum equipment goes to one field. Then another tractor does it's work over there. And since the same outfit farms both places the big tractors move from one field to another. I 'specially like when they rumble on the road right in front of my place. And then there are the worker men in the white trucks. And then there is a truck that has fuel for the tractors. And then one tractor broke down so's another truck had tools for fixin the tractor. And the men were walkin 'round over there while they were fixin the tractor. And then the men who move the irrigation pipe come along to do their job.
And there's the jogger eye-doctor man. And there is a dog runnin lickity-split, don't know where it lives or belongs. And there is a school bus. Couple times a day. And the mailman. Didn't bring me nuthin. And the trash truck stopped by to dump our trash.
See how borin it is 'round here?

I get hollered at to be quiet. A lot.

So borin 'round here.

Almost over

Brother has been here for a couple days or sumfin. His time is almost over. He has been goin through all the junk in his bedroom. Now he has boxes and stuff sittin on the floor in there. He's gettin ready to pack up his sporty red car (the one I Never got a ride in) to head to his Air Force job. He will be at Omaha. He doesn't know when he will be able to come home again to play with me. It will be awhile.
Sissor came home again this long weekend. With her dirty laundry. And school books.
'Course they all wanted to do a family activity. Sounds good. I'm thinkin picnic and a nice long walk.
Wrong. They all went to see sum action hero bat in a movie. No dogs allowed.
Stoopid family activity if you ask me.
Maybe today Daddy will burn sum Meatz™ outside. Maybe I will get a very small Molly Cule of a crum sumone might drop. But probly not.
It has been fun havin Brother home again. He is a good brother who plays with me. But the fun will be over tomorrow when he leaves.

Then it's back to way borin.

One expensive cup of tea

Mommy did a dum thing the other day. Well, let's face it, she does dum things all the time but this dum thing was a doozy. Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
She'd been wantin a cup of tea for a few days but just never fired up the water to brew the cuppa. But she did the other day. She put a bit o' water in the nice red tea kettle. Jus 'nuf for one cup. She put the kettle on the nice glass cook top stove. The stove that was only 2 years old. Turned it on "high" to get the thing to boil up.
Keep in mind the whistle part of the tea kettle doesn't, well, whistle.
Then she asked Brother to help her do sumfin on the 'puter. Sumfin 'bout resizin a cool picture to put on the Schnauzers Rule group page. It was Very 'portant stuff for Me at least.
Days later, Brother went into the kitchen to forage. He called out to Mommy, "does the stove always make cracklin noises?"
Mommy came a-hustlin. She saw the nice red tea kettle. It had turned black. It does that when it gets hot. This time it was Really black.
She turned off the burner. She gently tried to take the kettle off the glass stove top. It wouldn't. She said a couple of bad words. Right there in front of Brother!
Brother googled. Mommy got out the owner's booklet.
They let the kettle sit until everything was way cool.
The kettle Did come off. See, it had fused to the glass cook top. Not 'posed to let it boil dry. Dum thing to do Mommy.
Then Mommy cleaned the burner area.
Parts of the glass cook top came off. And there was a crack in the glass.
Mommy knew it was her fault so the warranty wouldn't cover the cost of repair. Checked out how much repair would cost. Talked to a nice lady on the phone. Repair would cost nearly $600!
That's a lot of cookies and toys for Me!
Plan B. Mommy talked to Daddy on the phone. He suggested shopping for a new stove.
She heated up the water for her tea in the microwave. Yeah, keep calm and drink tea Mommy.
She left later to go shoppin for a new stove.

So yeserday, Big Time Barkin when the Lowe's truck backed into My driveway. A couple of guys hopped out. I know this 'cause we were all out in the yard. They went in the front door (I guess, I can't see that part of the house from My yard). Then I saw them take the old broken stove out and put it in their truck. Then they took in the new stove.
Super time barkin! They pulled out as we barked them away.

Mommy cooked dinner last night on the new stove. But she won't be heatin anymore water for tea on the new stove. She bought sum electric tea kettle for that.

That was one expensive cup of tea.

Windowsill Warrior

That's me. That's my new name.
Brother called me a Windowsill Warrior this mornin as I was on my love-seat-look-out barkin at trucks, school buses, irrigation worker guys, joggers. Whatever.
Just the usual stuff 'round here.
But I like my new name. I will wear it proud.

Lights out please

We go to bed early 'round my place. Daddy gets up early to be to work early so we go to bed early. Usually we wait 'til it's dark afore we go to bed. Bol.
Last night, we went to bed, like usual. It was dark. I was dreamin away in my spot in the middle of the big bed.
Suddenly, big lights went on outside. And along with the big lights, big noise.
Big noisy storm was goin through.
Now I know sum of you pups don't like those big noisy storms. But I am ok durin them. I just needed the covers to be 'justed over me and I was ready to get back to dream land.
Couldn't.
Over on Daddy's side of the bed Tux was nervous. Daddy kept tellin him it was alright. Guess Tux didn't believe Daddy.
Over on Mommy's side of the bed Drover was nervous. He was puttin his front paws up on the bed. Mommy was invitin him up on the bed. He wouldn't get on the bed.
All I wanted to do was sleep! Get over it guys! Go to sleep. Sumwhere. Anywhere.
Finally the storm passed. Drover went to sleep on the floor on Mommy's side of the bed. He never went back to his own bed in the corner over by Daddy's side of the bed. I guess Tux went back out to the livin room where he usually sleeps.
I was finally able to get back to snoozeland.

But don't worry pups. I am able to bark at the worker men out movin the irrigation pipes in the fields all 'round. And at the pickup trucks goin by. And I even had a school bus to bark at this mornin!
I'll catch a quick nap later to make up for my lost sleep last night when the big lights were on.

No net and hobbit feet

Mommy didn't have the internet thing on her laptop way early this mornin.

Run 'round screamin!
Wring your hands!
Call the National Guard!

That's just what she did.
Well, the last part anyways. After tryin all she knew to do and after the internet techie dood started his work day, Daddy, our own personal National Guard Soldier, got to work. Daddy called the tech dood. After messin 'round with what the tech dood told Daddy to try and after lettin his breakfast of sausage, over-easy-eggs-almost-not-broken and fresh baked biscuits get cold, he got the internet thing goin again.
Now I can bark away! Thank you Daddy! :-)
Mommy used Daddy's laptop for awhile, just so's I could get onto Dogster to check what my pals were up to. She told the family using sumbuddy else's 'puter is like usin sumbuddy else's toothbrush. It's a personal thing. Jus ain't right.

Anywho, this is Sissor's birthday. She got dum junk. A spare tire cover. A scarf Mommy crocheted. Some cd's from sum dum show. A muffin tin. An alarm clock with a propeller on top. The propeller launches when the alarm goes off. You have to put the propeller back in to get the alarm to stop.
Sissor has a hard time gettin up in the mornin. She don't want to be late to her Olde English class. She's all 'cited 'bout it. Yawn.
And she got hobbit feet slippers. I think they look like they would be great doggie toys.
Me, checkin out the hobbit feet
'Course, I got told to get away from them. Heck, I 'member when I was jus a cute lil pubby, I chewed on slippers and socks and stuff. These hobbit feet have fur and they would be perfect to play with.
But, bein 'bedient Me when told to "leave it" of course I did.
Like this

The peepoles told me it's a good thing Sissor has her own 'partment. The hobbit feet would be a big temptation to me. It'll keep me from gettin hollered at when the hobbit feet go away later today.

And not to make you pups jealous or nuthin but yeserday I got to bark at peepoles ridin horses past my place. And sum bike riders. And a jogger man. He musta liked our barkin 'cause he went by one way and then back.
It was a good day.

Here's hopin you have a good day today!

Big Time Barkin!

First off, I gotta bark out 'bout Ebby and Ceeley. They was fur real deal robbed. This ain't even funny. Let's send plenty of Power of the Paw and prayers out to them and their Momma as she sorts out the mess of havin 'portant personal stuff stoled. Plus the feelins she must be havin right now. Ugh. I hope all of Ebby's treats and venison beast is ok.

At My place: Big time barkin! Brother has been orderin lots of stuff from a place called ThinkGeek. The key word there is Geek. Argh, what with yarn, crochet, knitting, books, old black and white movies, I am surrounded by geekiness. But the brown truck and the FedEx doods have been makin stops at My place. Good times! And of course, there is always the barkin I do at the regular mail delivery dood. I mean, I bark at him even if he only stops at our mailbox across the road.

And the guilt trips you pups sent my way worked. I got sum pizza crust last night! Ok, so it was a tiny bite. More like a single Molly Cule but still. It was tasty. But Sissor wants a German Chocolate cake. No good for sweet lil Schnauzer girls.

Sissor showed up last night. Bearing dirty laundry. And books. Yawn. And now today Brother and Sissor have gone to another city to go to a used book store to trade old books for more old books. And then to a movie. Not to Petco, which is right there next to the used book store. *sigh* That's alright. I will stay home and guard all of their junk. Even though they won't pay me nuthin.

And so goes my life in my lil corner of the world.
Here's hopin you have sumfin good to bark at today!

I made it. I am ok

I survived. Brother took purdy good care of us.
He played with us. He let me sleep on his bed. Well, one night. Then I decided to sleep all by myself on the big bed.
Wait a minute. Does anyone have a toothpick? I think I have some baby spinach stuck in a tooth. Brother eats a lot of greens. He gave me sum. :-/
Mommy and Daddy got back yeserday. They brought me a Big bag of My food.
That's all. Nuthin 'xcitin. But at least they are back.
Hopefully, it's back to normal 'round here now. No more trips that take my pawents away.
Sissor will be here this weekend. It's her birthday. She will be like 23 I think. Mommy has lots of yarn and knittin junk for her gifts. Oops, maybe I shouldn't bark that. She reads my diary sumtimes.
And don't think I will be gettin any cake and ice cream to help her celebrate. They always get chocolate or carrot cake with raisins. Stuff us pups can't eat. Brother will probly suggest a hummus cake or sumfin dum.

My peepoles are so weird. But I gotta love 'em.

I hope I survive

Pups, just found this out. I am gonna be pawrentless for a couple days or years. Brother is 'posed to take care of us. Mommy and Daddy are leavin in just a minute for sum re-tire mint meeting in another place. They will stay there overnight or more.
Mommy has printed out the "to do" list. I hope Brother remembers to feed us. And play with us. And give us tons of treats.

I will bark when I can.

Send good thoughts that I survive.