I'm slippin'

What could be wrong with me? Maybe I need sum professional help or sumfin.

This mornin, I was snoozing on Brother's bed. The bedroom window was wide open lettin in the fresh, cool, mornin breeze.
A kid rode by on his bicycle. He was singin in a high-pitched voice.

I didn't bark or pay him no 'ttention.

This afternoon, I was snoozin on My love-seat-look-out perch. The big ol' trash truck stopped and dumped our container into the big ol' trash truck.

I didn't bark or pay it no 'ttention.

It came back by My place in a couple minutes. I only raised my head to look out the window after it had already gone by. Ok, so the windows were closed and the AC thing was makin it's noise.
But still.

I am beginnin to wonder 'bout me. Could I have a hearin loss? Ya know, from all the barkin that goes on 'round here?

Super early

So there I was, snoozing away. Me and Mommy heard sumfin. Could it be the naughty cats playin with the blinds out in the livin room? Or it might be sumone movin the irrigation pipe in the neighbor's field. That happens sumtimes, not too often.
We laid there for awhile. Listenin. Then Mommy got outta bed and stuck her ear to the window. Then I decided I better get on the job.
I jumped outta bed. Daddy asked what time it was. I told him is was very early o'clock and I would take care of the noise.
Mommy told him it was 3:45.
I ran down the hall and met Tux at the door. We went out. I started barkin while I was still on the top step. Then I saw it or rather heard it.
Sure 'nuf, sumbody was over there movin the pipe. Not makin much noise but the pipe just naturally makes noise when it's gettin moved.

BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!!!!!!!

Daddy came out then and called us to come in. Tux gave up first. I stuck it out to the very end. Daddy had to use his army sergeant voice to get me back inside. Bol!

Mommy punched the button and started the coffee a-makin'.
Me? I went back to bed. :-)

Fizzy's sick, Daddy's home and I'm goin invisible

Sendin big ol' POP to our Pal Fizzy. He is one sick pup. Get well soon Fizzy!

Daddy got home last night. I sure was a happy pup when Mommy told me to look see who was pullin in. I missed him. And he was good an' stinky from workin 'round my Colorado farm. He got too busy doin other stuff so's he didn't have a chance to tear down the peepole Outside potty place. But he still smelled good from other smells.

And I need to go invisible here in just awhile. Groomin/torture day. ARGH!
I am Super Fuzzy and Super Cute. Why does Mommy need to go and mess with perfection? I will try to bark at ya later, if I survive.

Have a nice day in yur part of the world.

Why bark?

That is the question Mommy kept askin me yeserday. In her hollerin voice.
I barked at Every vehicle that went past my place. And I barked at sum other stuff that is top secret (to pawrents, you pups know what I was barkin at).
Mommy claims I barked way too much. "What are you barkin at? Why are you barkin so much?"

My reply: Why Not?!
It's what we do, is it not?

Hold on.
There went a neighbor, givin his cow dog a ride on his four-wheeler.
BarkBarkBark!

Anywhos, I hope you are all ok after the fireworks and thunderstorms you barked about. Poor Pals! Sum of you spent your day tremblin, hidin and skeered. Some of you were even Drugged!
It was purdy clam around my place. There were only a few boom sounds off in the distance. No big deal.
Tux got upset for sum reason and kinda ran around in here. Then Mommy let us go out and found out Tux Really needed to go poopy. He was better after that. Bol!

So Daddy made it to My Colorado farm. He is kinda discouraged about all the clean up that needs to happen. More than 60 years of junk has piled up. He doesn't know where to start. Take a chill pill Daddy. It doesn't have to all get done overnight. Leave me sum stuff to sniff around in.
Oh! And he may bring Me back some antlers! There are sum old, old ones outside. Mommy told him to skip those. They wouldn't be good for chewin. But there are sum inside the shack. He may bring me those! Yes!

Last night he saw a buck. For you city pups, that is a big boy deer. Daddy watched him and he watched Daddy til he moseyed off. It's good to know I will have deer neighbors to bark at when I move there.

Mommy is gonna go have lunch with Sissor today in the city where there is a Petco. She says she doesn't need to go to Petco fur anything.
Uh, yes, you do Mommy. I need Stuff! I am almost out!

Bark at ya later Pals. I am continuin with my Constant Barkin again today. You do the same!

Noms for me

Woot! I just got a bite of watermelon! Yummy!
And I keep furgettin to tell ya 'bout sumthing else to eat in my yard. And I am not barkin 'bout grass.
We have sum bushes out there that have little yellow berry things. The robins and Cedar Waxwings come and eat them and leave seedy birdy poops all over anything they can sit on and then take a poop.
Anywhos, those little berry things are right within my reach. All's I have to do is go out there next to the bushes and open my fuzzy little mouth and have a taste.
Mommy calls them current bushes. Daddy has a lame joke about needin to plug in sum electrictronical gadget and to "just use a current bush". I don't get no shock when I eat them. They taste good to me.

On another note. Daddy took off this mornin for My Colorado farm. Mommy wanted to go but Sissor couldn't come to pet-sit on us this time. Daddy Really wants to be able to live there but the peepoles at his job just won't let him move. On this "mission" Daddy is gonna tear down the Outhouse. Serious. There is a stinkin ol' outhouse that was still being used. Hopefully that will help Daddy feel better. :-/

And on that note, all pups, have a safe and fun holiday. That is if you live in the USA. If not, well, still have a safe and fun day. ;-)

Sweet treat?

You pups know I bark a lot. But did you know I am sweet?

Neither did I.

Mommy was ridin 'round on that noisy mower thing yeserday Over on the other side of the driveway. She saw me poopin in My yard. Right by the clothes line pole.
No big deal, huh?

So when she was done mowin over there, she came over to scoop my cute lil poopie.
She couldn't find it.

Tux has a habit of "helpin" clean up the yard. He doesn't eat his own poop (eewww) but he has been known to eat some Schnauzer poop. 'Specially mine. I guess it just tastes good. Ya know, 'cause I'm so sweet and all.


shuddup Drover

A Diary Pick for me!

But what is up with Dogster? When Mommy opened up My email this morning I had a message from Redford. He sent me my cool pic. And I had a rosette waiting from the Snarky Schnauzers. Mommy knew sumfin was up.

But no message from Dogster lettin me know of my Pick.

I also don't get messages of comments from Your diary entries and pictures. Ya know, when I comment then sum other pup comments, Dogster lets me know. Not anymore.

I just may have to growl at Dogster HQ about this. I like to have My email box filled with messages and that just hasn't been happenin.


But Woo Hoo fur My Diary Pick today!

Help me celebrate! Have some ice cream.
Ice Cream for all!

One reason I don't get up at way-early o'clock...

So's I don't get blamed on puttin poopie in the hall.

Ok, so you pups know that we do get up at early o'clock. But Mommy says Tux has some kind of infernal alarm clock. He gets up at 'bout 4 o'clock and stands beside the bed. Waggin. Mommy or Daddy get up to let him go outside. Now that happens evfurry mornin. This mornin Mommy and Daddy both got outta bed. But Daddy said he would let Tux out. Drover was up millin 'round too.
Me? I stayed in bed of course. Who needs to get up at that early time? Not me.
So Mommy used the inside potty room and got back in bed. I had my ears stickin outta the covers. I heard Daddy let the boys out. Then he turned on the light in the hall. Rude. Then he started rubbin on the carpet and sprayin the bad-smell spray. 'Bout then Mommy asked what was goin on.
Poop in the hall. Not dire-rear poop but not ol' dried up poop either. It was 'bout Drover sized. And Daddy had stepped in it.

So this is why I don't get up and wander 'round in the dark. I don't get blamed for none of the naughtiness that sumtimes goes on 'round here.
This happened another time too. Daddy also needs to learn to just let Mommy get up and let the boys out at way-early o'clock.

Hot and cold

Ok, so usually in the summertime when I go out first thing in the mornin right after breakfast, my cute little feeties get wet. Not that we have very high humididity but stuff does that condensational thing over night. We all come in with soppin wet feeties.
This summer is different. The other day and two was real hot in the daytime. 'Member Me and Daddy set up our AC unit? It helped it feel good in the house. Me and Mommy sleeped On Top of the covers for a couple of nights.
But this mornin, no wet feeties outside. We were walkin on frost. Cold feeties came inside this mornin.

Crazy huh? A pup just can't figure out how to dress around here.
Bol!

Strawberry season

We have strawberries growin in My little garden. Last year, I liked to go under the net stuff to pick my own strawberries to snack on. Once I even got stucked in the net stuff. That was 'barrassin.
This year, Daddy put up a fence around the whole little garden area.
I am not allowed in there now. But there was a strawberry hangin real close to the fence. So close, I could see it and almost get my fuzzy lips around it. But not quite. I worked and worked to get at that nice, red strawberry.

Don't tell Daddy 'bout this next part.

Mommy helped me get the strawberry. She came over and was able to reach the strawberry with her fingers. She pulled it out of the fence but she let me pick it off the plant. Well, almost. She kinda pulled it off while I was pullin too.
Yummy! I am a good lil strawberry picker.
Just don't tell Daddy.