Losing a dog

A while ago we lost our darling beautiful Brookie. This has been one of the most difficult things for our family. We just loved her so much. She was let out of our backyard and was hit by a passing car. I cried and cried. I will always love her and am thankful for the short time she was a part of our lives.

Earthdog Day!

AKC tests for earthdog. oops.... Intro to quarry race in the tunnel find the rats start barking. The rats are not moving. I look at them instead. What boring rats.
JE-missed the tunnel entirely went straight for the judge. He had a small hand broom. I love to kill brooms. he though he was scaring me away. No way, kill the broom kill the broom. Failure to work the quarry. What test?
This was much more fun than rats.
Mom made me wear this stupid costume. It was okay other welshies were much more unhappy in their chinese silk outfits and topknots with chopsticks. they won and they looked more miserable than me. We will try again soon.

Maybe they won't get dog broken rats next time. These rats were on valium.

terrier fun day

I just got invited to a terrier fun day fun oh yeah races, agility, earthdog, and lunch. I am going to meet so many cute terrier pals. I am so excited.

my trip to carmel

I had a blast at the beach we saw elephant seals, surfers, and lots of rats on the cliffs in Santa Cruz. My parents took Highway 1 and we stopped at Big Sur where I got to hike and have a hotdog. I chased seagulls along pebble beach and all the dogs got to run free on the sand. They got me some smoked bones at a butcher shop too. They figured in Carmel I needed some gourmet fare too.

earthgdog! rats at the end of the tunnel

Rats, Rats I went through the tunnels and found those stinky rats. I am a real quarry dog now. Hopefully my name will be Cherry Creek Babblin' Brooke JE "junior earthdog". Wish me luck at the trials.

my first dog show

This weekend my mom took me to the Great Western Terrier show of Southern California. You never saw so many Scotties in one place. Boy could they fight, they were annoying. I got to see my relatives Harry, Tommy, & Muffin. Harry came up and peed on my crate. What a vile boy. good thing I got out of his way. I decided that i don't like dog shows too much. First they had all these people holding me and poking me. I was like a piece of meat at a bazaar. Then they say how gorgeoues I am and what then, they glue my ears down. Yep, first they stripped them bald and then they pasted them to the top of my forehead. I look so stupid. I guess they think I might be some big deal dog. I'll show em, just wait and see how fast I get that glue off my head.

another day on the set

Life in hollywod can sure be exhausting. All those celebrities, bright lights, paparazzi chasing me everywhere I go.
Just kidding, who do you think I am. I am a terrier. I would growl at them. Today mom was building another set.
It was a 19th century british garden. I thought I died and went to heaven in England. The grass was real and overgrown and there were even worms, snails, slugs, and dirt. I ate 'em all. I rolled in it too. I did not like it when she hooked my leash to that creepy lady made of stone. I barked and growled at her, she wouldn't let me go. She did not even flinch. I don't like grey still stone people, they are so rude and cold. They just glare at me.

good morning!

Slept until 6:45 am. My dad didn't enjoy being woken up by my squeak toy. I was relegated to my playpen in the family room. Oh no! At least I have a new bone, that will keep me busy for a bit.
Today I might get to meet some famous doggies. Mom works in Hollywood and I get to go work with her if its not too hot outside. I have lots of friends at work human ones too. Mom likes to take me along because she can work long hours and she hates being alone.
I am learning that some alone time is good and to entertain myself. This builds confidence and I know that I am always safe in my crate or playpen. I have lots of toys and cuddly blankets to keep me happy. Pat at quansa said I needed to be an observer. My family can't stand it sometimes they need to hug and kiss me a lot even though its is going to give me an unfair advantage when I attempt my coup. I am a lakie and my cute face is all part of the facade.
Oh the fun we will have.

arf and I will ignore you

I'm feeling independent. I don't come when I am called, obedience class was insulting. I already know those tricks. I did get to go to the dog beach though. I met another shi tzu and a yorkie and a bernese mountain dog. I got sand everywhere. I went to the vet yesterday to get my doggie passport. I am flying next week. I hate my plane carrier. OH NO. I bark when it rolls. Its not at all like my crate. My crate doesn't roll around and tip over.
I got to swim today in my pool. I jumped in after mom finished drying me off and dad had to do it the second time. Guess what I did? I bit a hole in his shirt.

arf arf!

my name is cherry creek triple bee "brookie". I come from the lovely sonoran desert. My dad is ch cherry creek rapid transit 'bart' and my momma ch cherry creek bumble bee. I live in southern california with my new family. They spoil me too much and I have to correct them. Human dad is a real fuddy and I have him wrapped around my finger. Human mom is a bit more strict and lets me know when I am too excited. I always have a word about that.

I like to talk and can make all sorts of noises especially when I am left in my playpen and the cat keeps walking by. Mom likes to sleep in so I have to entertain myself for an hour in the morning. My playpen has a gorilla, a lamb, a teddy, a rubber duck, some rope, and a bone. I should be quiet but that darn cat keeps hitting my playpen and hissing. He won't let me back in the house sometimes. It is his house. I know that I am just a low ranking pack member that is why I need to correct daddy all the time. He is my slave and chew toy. He doesn't know about quansa yet but mom does. We are going there in a week to meet all those lakies. I hope I don't get peed on. I have been warned.