I Survived!

Not to worry Pups! I survived the night in the closet! It is actually a spacious closet and Mommy did leave the door open for us. Daddy did forget and close it but Mommy opened it right away. They said they may even take the doors off. The worst part was, Amber, one of the kitties kept creeping in the closet and staring at me. She stuck out her tongue a time or two. Or maybe that was her hairball hack-up face.
Bad part is I can't watch the flames in the woodstove anymore. Good part is the closet is Real close to Breakfast! I just came shooting out of my box and stuffed my face in my food dish.
Drover wants me to make a point to tell you that he didn't use up all the air. But he does have bad morning breath, yuck.

It was a super nice, springy day today. I just love to go outside and hunt bugs. That's what I did today. Plus a lot of barking at, oh, just anything.

Arroooos to all my pals!

Wierd...

Yesterday I was real busy. Daddy was working on something downstairs, and Mommy was working on something upstairs, so I had to help them both! I'd go back to help Mommy for awhile, then run all the way down the hall, down the stairs, and over to where Daddy was, and help him. Then I'd need to go help Mommy some more, so I ran back up the stairs and all the way down the hall to help her.

Then, in the evening, something really wierd started to happen! Mommy, Daddy, and Brother started moving the washing machine. That's right-the washing machine! They started moving it! They pulled it out from the closet where it was (I was helping, of course), and started taking it downstairs.

There was some icky gunky black...gunk on the floor where the washing machine was. Drover and I weren't allowed to walk in it. I found something under the washing machine and ate it. I don't know what it was. It might have been an old piece of popcorn.

They slid it down the stairs, with me riding on top of it, and put it next to the dryer. Drover had been sleeping the whole time and didn't wake up until we were all done. I think he had been planning that. Anyway, he woke up and started freaking out-he thought somebody had stole the washing machine. I had to take him downstairs and show it to him before he calmed down and stopped trying to call the police.

The washing-machine-moving-incident wasn't too bad, but then it happened. Mom moved Drover and me's boxes into the closet where the washing machine used to be. We're going to have to start sleeping in the closet! I'll have to be in there with Drover. He'll use up all the oxygen-he sucks it up like a vacuum cleaner- and I won't be able to sleep because he snores so loud! He gets really bad nighttime breath, too. The closet will be filled with toxic fumes. Mommy says she'll leave the closet doors open, but she'll probably forget and close them.

Tonight will be my first night in The Closet. I'll let you all know how it goes tomorrow. If I survive the night, that is...

Congrats to Jelly and Jennifer for being Diary of the Days! Hope you two get speedy internet soon.
Arrrooooos!
)~*Zoe*~(

Snow day!

A couple of days ago it snowed here, and yesterday it was real windy, so today there are a bunch of drifts, and a humungus one in the back yard! This morning, Sister was talking about taking me sleddin' on the big drift. I was so excited! I had to wait until she was all done with her school (which took forever!) before we could go out to sled.
Finally she was ready, and had the sleds at the top of the drift. She got on one sled and sat on the edge of the drift, all ready to go down. I got scared, though. I've never been on a sled before, and that was one big drift! I've never seen such a big drift! It was about 150 feet tall. I didn't want to go sleddin'.
I climbed up on the drift with Sister and was walking around on top of it, but I wouldn't get on the sled, or let Sister get ahold of me.
Pretty soon Brother and Drover came outside, and Sister gave up on the sleddin' idea. BOL. We started playing with our Jolly Balls and running around in the snow. Brother and Sister made big holes where they stepped on the snowdrift, and sometimes Drover and me would step in the holes, trip, and do faceplants. Drover did it more than I did.
While we were playing, I found a great big frisbee! Brother kept calling it a saucer sled, whatever that is, but I knew it was a great big frisbee! I had lots of fun running around carrying it in my mouth. There's some pictures on my page, you can see the huge frisbee.
I got tired out doing that, and got lots of little snowballs on my fur. It was fun, though! I'm pooped now, and it's my bedtime. G'night!
Arrooos and tail wiggles!
~Zoe~

That Drover!

Drover's at it again! There's a big bump on top of my nose, on the fuzzy part. Drover gave it to me. He punched me to start with. That gave me a little bump. But, he also gave me a wart! There was a wart on his fist when he punched me, and he put it on my nose.
He'd probably want to post something about how he didn't really punch me and how he didn't have a wart on his fist. I'll save him the time. But he really did punch me and give me a wart!
I never know what he's going to do next.
Arroooo!
~Zoe!~

I nearly drownded

The other day, Mom and Dad were taking us dogs for a walk. We went on our usual route, down into the riverbottom. We've had wet, rainy weather lately, and there was a great big lake in the middle of the path.
The lake was frozen over. Drover and me like to walk on top of frozen puddles-our toenails make cool clicky noises, and it's kinda slippery, and Drover falls over.
Well, this lake had thin ice. I could tell that right away, so we all started to walk around the lake. Then, out of the blue, Drover pushed me in! I broke through the ice and started sinking. There were a bunch of pirahnas in the water, and a leopard seal. I tried to swim up towards the surface, but it was so cold that my legs started going numb. Then Daddy pulled me up, out of the water. He scooped me up, hugged me, and dried me off.
We kept walking around the lake. I could see that leopard seal under the ice, following us around the edge of the water. It was like that movie, 8 Below.
Well, we finished our walk and made it back to the house safely. I'm going to have to keep an eye on Drover, though. I never know what he's going to do next.
Arrroooos!
~Zoe!~

I was tortured...really!

Today Drover and me went in for our haircuts. I don't get it-we just got haircuts! I know I have no concept of time, but still, it doesn't seem like that long ago!
Anyway, we went in to the groomers, and the torture started. As soon as we stepped in the door, Drover and I were grabbed and stuffed into this little bitty cage. It was tiny! I hardly had room to breathe! Drover wasn't helping-he was sprawled out, taking a nap.
After hours in the cage, the groomer took me out. Everybody thinks that when dogs go to the groomers, they get their hair clipped. Nope! When dogs go to the groomers, they get their hair shrunk. I'll tell you how it works (from personal experience).
First, the groomer put me in a washing machine and set it on the spin cycle. She left me in there for awhile, then stopped the machine and checked on me. Apparently my hair hadn't shrunk enough, so she closed the lid back up and turned it on again!
Finally, she took me out of the washing machine, and threw me in the dryer. Yep, the dryer. It was on tumble dry! After I bounced around in there for awhile, she took me out.
Next, she put starch on my ears and ironed them to make them stand up. She put lots of starch on them. Then she put a bandana with shamrocks on it around my neck. I guess she thought that my family would see the bandana and say, "Oh, what a lovely bandana! This groomer did a great job cutting Zoe's hair!" As if a bandana proves anything. Hmph.
After that, I got thrown back in the cage and she took Drover out. I guess she thought he was "handsome" or something, cause she was nice to him. She put the washer on the delicate cycle, and used a blow-dryer on him. She tried to iron his ears out, but even after she used a whole bunch of starch, they still flopped over. So he got a bandana too, and then stuffed him back in the cage with me.
Then she forgot about us.
Drover didn't seem to mind, he was watching Nature on his portable DVD player.
Hours later, the groomer looked at the cage, saw us there, and called Mom to come pick us up. Mom came in awhile later, put our leashes on us, and took us outside. You'd think we could manage to get home without incident. Nope!
Drover had the whole area between the groomer's house and the car to pee on, but where did he pee? Mom's leg! That's right, he peed on Mom's leg! I was shocked, and all I could do was stare at him while we got in the car. I got to sit on Brother's lap on the way home and look out the window on the way home, at least. It smelled like pee in the car.
When we finally got home, I went in the house and fell asleep right away. I'll tell you what, torture really tires a pup out!
Arroooo till next time!
.:Zoe:.

Arf arf arf!

I though I'd let you Dogsters know about part of my everyday routine. First let me explain about our living room. We have a great big window in the front of the house, and when I sit on the armrest of our couch, I can see right out the window. I just wish that they would move the couch close to the window, so I could sit right against it and put my nose on the window. Heehee!
There's always stuff outside that I have to bark at! Sometimes I see other dogs, or cows, or horses, or cars, or people walking, or- or a bunch of other stuff! So anyway, I like to sit on the armrest and keep an eye on things. When I see something and start barking, my family yells at me, and tells me to be quiet, get down, or go outside! Sometimes I scare them, and that makes them grouchy. They always tell me, "There's nothing out there, Zoe!" They think that I'm seeing my reflection in the window, or else watching cars a mile away. I really do see stuff, though! Once I think I saw aliens. It was either aliens or Elvis.

Barkouts to my new pal Mulligan, and to all my other pals!
Arroooo!

Black eyes!

Drover gave me 2 black eyes! I know-shocking. I was shocked too, once I got over the pain. He just punched me all of the sudden *wham, wham!* in both eyes! If you asked him, he'd probably deny it.
Hmph.
Mommy says that it's just my hair, it's getting darker around my eyes, but it was Drover! She didn't see him punch me-nobody saw him punch me! They can't prove that he didn't punch me.
I just can't believe it- my own brother, whom I've invited into our family, shared my toys, food and nap spots with, punching me! At least I was polite, and didn't punch him back. I could've, though- I could've given him just as many black eyes as he gave me!

Oh, and speaking of toys, Drover is always taking mine. He's psychotic or something-he always knows which toy I'm about to use, and he grabs it. For example, today I was playing with Security Snake, and decided I wanted to play with Tarzan Ted. Now get this-the minute I decided to use Ted, Drover ran over, snatched up Ted, and started chewing on him!

Arroooos to all you Dogsters!
~*Zoe*~

The "D" Word! *gasp*

Before I get started, let me give some background. The D word is "Daddy". When I hear the D word, I get really excited because it usually means that Daddy just got home, and I can go outside and bark and waggle my tail and "Arroooo!" until Daddy comes inside the yard, then he pets me and rubs my tummy! It's lots of fun.
So, I have no concept of time, but it seems like it's been a really long time since Daddy was last home. Mommy was talking about some class or something that he was at. I guess it could've been just one day, but it seemed like a really long day. I ate a lot of breakfasts, and went to bed a lot of times, and beat up Drover a lot. I think Mommy and Brother and Sister were being careful not to say the D word, because it makes me real excited.
Yesterday, though, they said it! I jumped off the couch and ran outside, and it was Daddy! I waggled at him and Arrrooooed at him until he came inside the yard and petted me. I was so excited and happy to see him!
A big ol' bark out to all my Dogster pals! Thanks, Jelly, you sweet girl, for letting us know how to do links!

Ode to Jelly's monkey.

Hi everyone! This poem is a tribute to my friend Jelly
and her now-silent monkey.

Once there was a toy monkey,
with it, Jelly was spunky.

It screamed loud and clear,
heard by many an ear.
But the scream did not last, I fear.

One day while at play,
It dwindled away.
The scream, it just would not stay!

Now what should she do,
Get a monkey that's new?
She could try a new voice box too.

Oh Jelly, you're swell,
I hope your monkey gets well,
And that he will again be able to yell.