Changes

I found out I will be reunited with one of my owners who moved away from the family. This means new pictures and a new territory to call my own. I will miss the snow most of all though. I'm a big boy but I think Texas can handle me.

home again?

woofers. Today was going to be a special day because grandma made me take a bath. She said I had to smell nice but I planted myself like a rock so she had to work extra hard to wash all my parts. Then she left for days and days. I chewed two more wiffle balls when finally I heard someon calling my nickname. WHOA IT IS MOMMY! I didnt know what to do at first because it's been years (or 6 months in human time) since she was here. I sniffed her shoes, decided we were alright, and threw myself into her lap. We've already accomplished digging under the couch, grooming, and watching UFC.

I'm sure she will take embarrassing pictures of me and maybe even some video. Hopefully I look just as hot in them as my old ones.

sunny day and haircut

Today was actually cooler than 80 degrees so mom took me out on the leash-attached-to-stake thing. She hates it but the family still doesnt have a fence on the backside of the backyard and I have a bad habit of only listening to grandpa for a recall when I'm outside. I just like to keep the girls on their toes. Mom took a bunch of new pictures of me and a video to show off my totally hot retrieving skillz to the internets.

Even though today was happy, yesterday was a nightmare! Mom and grandma kept talking about me going potty on my butt-feathers and how icky it was. My butt-feathers are beautiful whether they are covered with poop or not! Grandma held me like a show dog and mom used a scissors and went after them. My beautiful blonde locks fell to the ground while mom got tears in her eyes from laughing. What is so funny about my once flowing butt-feathers looking like a little kid who let an 8-year old cut his hair?! Mom says she will find razoring scissors to fix them but for now I will have to be embarrassed with a butt-feather bowl-cut.

Excitable

Last night was a long walk by the creek which was fun except mom was being eaten alive by mosquitos. The people on bikes were fun to 'psych out' but mom says this is a horrible habit. I also pretended to charge some little girls at a Kool-Aid stand but then I sat like a gentlemen while they pet me. Finally some people who realize I should always be the center of attention.

Today I was rudely awakened way too early (9am) to go out but then mom and grandma sat outside with me. Mom teased me by putting some of her rabbits in the run. I yelled and cried to play with them but even though I'm gentle they get scared. She did let me up to see one and yet again I charged at him and made him go nuts. Run, rabbit, run! Mom was uspet at me because I've never done this before. I was just feeling my oats today, jeesh.

She got a picture of my badly-coordinated jumping. I told her not to put it up but she cant resist "doggy action shots" like all the other cool doggies have. I'm just a big boy without much grace, ok?! sigh. There is also a video of my lovely friend Jack. Mom didnt film me watching him because it was so pathetic.

I better go for a nap before I start making even less sense.

Stink ears

That's right, that's my name. Or was. Mom calls me that whenever I get my infections and now we have found out me + Chicken Soup = one stank doggy. Time for a switch.

Everyday the grandparents talk about a place called Texas. It doesnt sound like "treats" or "bath" so I wasnt too concerned except I hear it a lot. Any day now I will take off on my journey to the south. They do worry that I will drag mom down her building's stairs because HEY WOW a chihuahua? Wait, two chihuahuas? What is this glorious place you speak of? And german shepherds? Hm, I could get used to Texas I think.

The bad part is that I will have to start school, which is quite unfair for a well-mannered gentleman such as myself. I mean, I'm practically a teenager. Mom took off from her academic adventures once, why do I even need to start? Such hypocrites those humans are.

What a boring entry. It's not mom's fault though, she had to work late, then I had to call her and have her transpose this diary for me. PS. I was given a super late birthday present (way to keep up, mom) and got Dogster plus. Beware the photos that will be uploaded, mom cannot help but begin to empty her harddrive!

Mom's dim

Mom JUST discovered that she can view the 'new activity' of my pals and doggies in my corral. Holy jeez, you idiot! She was just thinking the other day how nice it would be to know who added things so she could keep up with everyone. Well, mom, Dogster is way ahead of you. WAY TO GO.


She also told me she went to PetCo (blarrhhh) today to get a hamster dish and one of the shelters had dogs there. puppies puppies puppies galore and the poodle she had wanted before she knew I was coming to Texas. It was so hard on her to see those dogs but I kindly reminded her that she has her very own Rudy. Maybe it's too late and she caught the bug (not fleas, at least I hope not).

Guess she should have a beer and get some sleep before I hear more about her absent-mindedness.

So many problems, so little time

I went in for a pre-move check up and ohhh boy did grandma get an earful (literally, har har, you'll read in minute). My ear infection is back in full force and I need cleaning twice a day for FOREVERRR. Ok so maybe a few weeks but it is pure torture. Mom remembers helping grandma last time and even though I laid down for them, I shot them daggers with my eyes so they knew how much I hated it. I also sighed about 20 times just to make sure the point got across.

Not only that, but apparently I'm a fatty. A major fatty. Ouch, Doc, ouch. Grandma doesnt think so and mom is a bit skeptical seeing as I am naturally big-boned (and not in the Cartman way either). They can still feel my ribs so that part of me is definitely not encased in fat. My parents were HUGE hunting dogs so who knows what I'll turn out to be. Lots of exercise and some new, natural food will help, no? Mom says so.

And last but not least, everyone's best pal, giardia. Yep yep, I had it as a puppy and got the vaccine once it was gone but it has returned. Apparently most pups in my town have it so the vet was not surprised. My treatment is almost over and mom gets to give me my final injection since I'll be away from my current vet. She cant wait to play doctor again since she used to do it so much with rabbits.

My family must really love me to put up with this. I heard grandpa ask mom if she still even wanted me since she'd be taking all this on at once right when school is starting. I almost hid under the couch (the only part that fits, aka my head) dreading the answer but mom said it was not even something that crossed her mind.

Time to get back to pumping iron. Gots to be buff for the Texas hotties.

Tejas is the place to be

Oh my dogness. Saturday and Sunday were hard on all of us, it was two whole days in the van! I didnt eat at all and I paced in the motel room all night. We finally arrived at a place surrounded by fields with lots of buildings, grandparents said this was "home." I saw mom come running out but I was very confused. Then I saw THE STAIRS. Stairs are ok, in fact, I like to do turbo races down them at the house. But these stairs, pups, are see-through! I was going to fall into them! It took the humans ~20 minutes to get me up the 2.5 flights to mom's place. I was so scared and so tired.

The rest of the night they moved more things in even though they know how much I hate when things get moved around (even though I hadnt been "home" for more than an hour, they should know this is very upsetting). Grandparents left and I stayed with mom. We met up with a very nice man who cuddled with me and patted my butt. I did get a little mad when he tried to get near mom too but then I found out you can cuddle two humans at once.

Today we got up bright and early and loaded up into mom's car. We picked up grandma and drove to a nice place that smelled like a giant box of dogness. But it was not as great as I hoped. Soon I was being forced up a "ramp" into a giant metal box without a top. I got a nice bath but refused to come down again. Didnt they see how high up I was? I couldnt walk down. So so terrible, stupid humans! Then a nice girl picked me up and used a loud wind machine to make me fluffy. My hair is all blown away, much nicer in the Texas heat. I got my new hawt collar and tag and now I can prance around with my head held high. I ate my Canidae for lunch and it's time for a nap.

I think life here will be good (if they install a doggy chair lift, of course).

High class doggy

That's right, I'm officially living the good life. I, Rudy, am drinking bottled water. Mom says the city's water is infected with e-collies. To me this sounds wonderful because I love playing with fluffy dogs but instead it means I can only drink the stuff she buys from the store. The rain from the tropical storm came as well and wouldnt you know, mom made me walk on the grass. While it was wet. I find this a bit offensive because I'm a delicate gentleman and the soggy, sponge-esque ground completely soaked my paws AND my cowboy chaps (note: leg feathers, mom just likes calling them that). The grass was not fit for my wee.


There is also another disturbance in the form of a rodent. Some sort of ham I'm told. It makes lots of noise at night and when mom is trying to tame the wee baby, I cannot help but be jealous. Today I laid 2 feet away from her and just stared with my head on the floor. Hopefully she got the message that rubbing my back is more important than some fuzzball I could eat.

The great thing about living in a city is there is a Petsmart AND Petco. Toys galore, especially since Petsmart is in the same complex as mom's work. She was sad yesterday though, she stopped to get me a rope bone and a toy for the hamster and a man had a golden retriever that looked like mom's first dog. The man told people he'd been through obedience classes but the dog was obviously not fit to be around so many people in a store environment. So the man kept grabbing the pup by the skin on his rump, picking it up, and shoving it to the ground. It made mom sad, especially since it looked like Comet. She gave him dagger-eyes in the parking lot though.


My paws are tired now. Enjoy the video of me tearing a pop box up. I know I did.

Scary stuffs

I gave my mom quite the scare the other day. After I finished eating and went out for potty, all I did for 45 minutes was pace and pant heavily. I was drooling a lot and wouldnt lay down, along with sometimes looking at my sides. Mom thought (from reading dogster) that this might be bloat, even though I eat my food one kibble at a time. She even called up the emergency vet but they were not very helpful. By that time though, I had laid down and a few minutes later I sprawled out on the floor to sleep. Mom watched me a lot but I was fine. She's still trying to understand why I did that but as long as I'm ok.

We also opened the door one morning to find a stray cat (one of about 18 on the property) right next to it. It could've run inside! Mom tried to get it to shoo shoo away but those alley cats are tuff. She told me to sit and stay but after I saw it wasnt listening to her, I charged at it and did my special deep bark that says "get away or I'll possibly lick you to death." It hissed at me and ran down the stairs. Mom is getting sick of those darn cats. She even saw one with a collar and tag wandering freely. "Outside cats" my butt.

One good thing for me is all the piles left outside by other dogs. oh the smells! oh the sniffs! Somehow mom does not see it this way though. She swears at all the icky people who leave those piles out. There are three piles in my "yard" that I go potty in just since yesterday. And she wont take me on the grass along the outside fence because every other step is a wonderful pile. I guess the people here are just too good to pick up piles or maybe they think they are as delicious as I do. Hey, get with the program, mom.

Mom also started school again but it's ok because she is gone way less time than when she used to work during the day. This weekend we are having a mom and pup party. No cakes though, I'm too chunkalicious for that.