September 20th 2009 8:57 pm
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I saw this survey on Dogster and decided to fill it out... why not?
Age (in dog years): 11
Age (in human years): 77, so they say... I don't feel nearly that old
Breed: Connemara Jack Russell terrier
Fur color: Tricolor (tan/black/white)
Fur Pattern: Tan head with black patches on a white body... Everyone says my markings are gorgeous and I have to say that I agree with them
Weight: 11 lbs
Where are you now: Curled up on the bed with my mommy
How many brothers/sisters did/do you have: I know I have at least one littermate sister. I also have a whole bunch of children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and a plethora of other relatives... I see many of them once a year at our reunions. Now, though, I am an only dog living the good life with my mommy and I LOVE THIS!
Do you have any strange markings: No
Were you adopted from a pound: No
Food: Anything raw
Sleeping spot: On the bed or the couch... wherever my mommy is
Walking place: Anywhere off-leash
Bone: Any raw meaty bone
Treat: Bully sticks
Animal to chase: Mice, squirrels, assorted critters and creatures
Who's your #1 friend: My mommy
#2 friend: Any person who pets me and talks to me nicely
#3 friend: Shawnee
What's your #1 toy: Football
#2 toy: Basketball
#3 toy: Any squeaky toy that I can destroy
.:Have you ever:.
Been to the beach: Yes
Seen snow: Yes
Traveled out of your town: Yes - I've traveled all over the world!
Bite a person: A couple of times... it was accidental though
Been bit BY a person: No
Ate a frog: Odds are, YES
Broke a leg or paw: No
Most annoying thing a human can do: Kick me off the couch or the bed
Most awesome thing a human can do: Let me up on the couch or bed
Boyfriend/girlfriend: I've had my share of boyfriends, but I'm out of the breeding business now and enjoying my retirement ALONE!
Do you wear a collar: Occasionally
If so what color: Purple
June 21st 2007 9:00 pm
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It's my birthday today. Honestly, it's not really a big deal. This is my ninth birthday and I think it's juvenile to get all amped and crazy about it. Mom bought us each a Dentabone and she got me a bag of squeaky vinyl balls. Ahhhh... I love squeaky toys! And for once, they're all for ME. I'm free to take them into my crate and tear them into as many tiny pieces as I can manage. Dogster HQ also sent me a happy birthday message and they gave me some bones! Thanks Dogster!
I figured I would share some observations and knowledge I have accumulated over the years. Rather than acting a fool, I would like to reflect on my nine years as a lady:
** Happiness is a warm blanket... and spreading out in the very center of the bed! **
** Puppies are a joy to behold and amazingly beautiful and adorable. They are also loud, messy, demanding, horribly needy, and tremendously annoying (especially when they latch onto your nipples with their sharp little shark teeth). **
** Squirrels are the reason the world will end someday. **
** Never run when walking will get you there just as well. **
** Don't worry about dogs who may attack you or act with coarse manners. They probably don't know any better and are certainly socially handicapped. Ignore them as best you can and pray that some human will use their limited brainpower to stop the rude dog in his (or her) tracks. **
** Hunting is best done SILENTLY. Barking just alerts the prey to your presence. **
** Patience is most certainly a virtue. Staring for hours at a human does wonders for breaking them down. They are kind-hearted but essentially weak. **
** Wrestling and growling and biting are best performed when very young. After that, you just look dumb. **
** No matter how full you feel, there is always room in the stomach for one more treat. **
** Rules of the house: If you're not watching it and I take it, too bad. If you were watching it and I take it, too bad. If you have it and I want it, it's mine. If I have something and I don't want it, that doesn't mean you can have it - it's still MINE. **
** Dogs are so much smarter than humans... but we let them think they're smarter than us. Seriously, it's the only way we get some peace from them. **
** It's no use gulping your food. It will make you burp. Decidedly unladylike and highly embarrassing... but the occasional flatulence cannot be ignored or held back. **
** Balls of all kinds cannot be allowed to stay inflated. It's like that human show, Lost, where they kept having to push a button in order to prevent the whole world from exploding. If you're a dog and you see a ball and you don't try to destroy it, the world will end. Do your part. **
** Always kick dirt over the area you have used as a bathroom. It's just courtesy. **
** Stand still when the humans want you to, particularly during grooming exercises. It will go faster this way. (Exceptions to this rule are anything involving the nails. Run like hell if you see a pair of clippers!) **
** Smile - you'll be well liked. (Even if people tend to mistake your smile for a snarl.) **
** Traveling can be fun. It can also be stressful. It's all about your attitude toward it. **
** Always try to kiss humans. It is entertaining to watch them wiggle and squirm in their attempts to escape. And despite what you may have heard, they cannot give you diseases. **
** When no one is looking, help yourself to a seat on the couch. **
** Being quiet can gain you access to many rooms and places where noise is not welcome. **
** Digging: fantastic. Digging in mud: even better. **
** You can never drink too much water. **
** Lick yourself frequently. A clean dog is a good dog! (Leaving wet spots on the couch is a plus.) **
** Be flexible and open to change. You never know when life will throw you a bone... or take a bone away. You have to be prepared for anything. **
** Trying to communicate with humans is a little bit like trying to walk through a wall. If you can find a weakness, you may get through... but most likely, you'll just get stuck in a hard place. **
** Hold your head high and trot lightly when moving. You always want to present yourself as beautifully as possible because you never know if someone important is watching you. **
** Love freely. Humans are basically good at heart. Forgive them their trespasses, because they are people and therefore know not what they do. Pity them because they're not nearly as kind and lovely as us canines. Love them and perhaps one day all people will be good and respond to our kindness. **
June 13th 2007 9:22 pm
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I am going to start referring to Mom as a boomerang... because no matter how far away she goes she always comes back for me! Hooray!
I was so sad that she'd left again (and it looked like it was pretty permanent this time)... I spent most of this week just lying in her bed wishing that she would come back home... and then the most glorious thing happened! Grandma and Aunt Carole and MOM walked in with her stuff! They say she's moving back home because the apartment she moved into was terrible and illegal, didn't have windows or proper ventilation, and the landlord was a real jerk. (That's the nice version, anyway... I'm a lady so I won't repeat the names Mom was REALLY calling him! BOL!) To top it all off, Mom said that the stupid cat, Chairman Meow, was pooping on the floor. Really, how uncouth and ridiculously filthy. I hope that landlord's happy with himself... not allowing ME, the cleanest dog on earth, to live in that little stinkhole while a cat with the undeserved title of "Chairman" utilizes the floor of the residence as a crude toilet? HA! They should call the cat "Dunce Cap Meow." What a simpleton!
Anyway, Mom said that the apartment smelled horrible. Aunt Sarah confirmed that when she came home on Sunday from helping Mom move in... she and Uncle Ron were talking about it a lot and she kept comparing it to the B.O. episode from Seinfeld when the stinky valet got Jerry's car horrendously smelly and they couldn't get rid of the stench. (Yes, I understand a lot of what humans talk about. They're very boring usually but sometimes I get an inkling about something interesting, like a shipment of food or squeakies that Aunt Sarah is expecting. I usually listen on the off chance that they'll say something intelligent. Gotta tell you, so far I haven't met a human with any more brains than your average paramecium. Yep. Know that word too.)
They can bash that apartment all they want... I know the REAL reason Mom came home was because she knew she'd made a huge mistake leaving me here. She missed me too much to live there without me, so she came back home.
I'll allow her to make it up to me by giving me free and unrestricted access to any couch in the house.
Thanks Mom! I love you!
June 8th 2007 10:37 am
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The title basically says it all. Mom got back from her road trip last weekend and I am loving that she's back home! I get to sleep in bed with her and snuggle underneath the blankets on the couch with her too! The only cloud on my horizon is that she's been packing lots of things in big cardboard boxes and saying she's going to miss me a lot. I think she moves into her new apartment with that dumb cat this Sunday. I'm still not positive about whether I'm going to live with Grandma and Aunt Carole yet. I'm sad that my mom won't be living with me anymore. Aunt Sarah says it's temporary and once Mom gets a place that allows dogs, she'll come back for me... but what's a dog to do in the meantime?
I'm stuck here with two crazy Jack Russells (who I do love, but they're still way crazier than me)... and the new dog, who is so annoying that I just pretend he's not there and ignore him when he tries to initiate contact with me. Really... I'm a LADY. And he's a gangly, awkward, crazy mutt who's multiple cards short of a full deck. I like him okay as long as he's at least five feet away from me. Seriously.
As a final insult, while I was busy missing my mom last week, the nutballs caught a SQUIRREL and tore it in half! I'm the one who patiently sits outside the shed and roots around for wayward entrance points for HOURS, and the one day I'm not lying in wait, those amateurs actually get their jaws on one? Good Lord. [Sigh]
May 24th 2007 2:14 pm
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There are squirrels able to run into and out of our shed as they please. I am NOT okay with this in any way, shape, or form! Squirrels perturb me and they must be eliminated!! I spend every day thinking about how to get inside the shed. Every time Mom or Aunt Sarah opens the door for us to go out, I streak outside and go straight to the shed. I'm a very patient dog and I can wait silently outside for hours, just anticipating a squirrel making a mistake and getting near the shed. They just don't know who they're messing with. The dogs I live with are absolute amateurs and don't have any realistic shot of catching squirrels, and those fuzzy rats know that. So they boldly settle down in the shed and think there won't be consequences.
They are SO VERY WRONG about that.
I will get them. I have circled the shed countless times while attempting to figure out exactly how they are able to get in and out so easily. I suspect that they are using the hole in the roof as an entrance/exit. I need to figure out how to climb up there myself now. Trust me... I'll figure it out.
My mom is leaving for a two-week road trip tomorrow morning. I'll be stuck sleeping in the crate. Maybe Aunt Sarah will let me sleep in Mom's bed while she's gone. I know I'm not allowed in their bed because of Uncle Ron's allergies, but maybe she could let me sleep in Mom's bed? I've been letting myself up there at night because Mom's been getting home really late and my aunt and uncle leave me loose at night. Keep your paws crossed that I'll be allowed to sleep under the blankets in a nice soft bed instead of in the crate...
March 30th 2007 8:55 am
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Since I've been around for eight years, I've had a lot of contact with humans. I understand more of their weird language than I would ever be given credit for. This talent of mine is how I've picked up on the fact that my mom is probably moving out soon. I will most likely have to stay with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ron because Mom is going to live in a basement apartment with a cat and the owners are adamant about "NO DOGS ALLOWED." That's just not fair!! I would get along with a cat... I get along with everything! I wouldn't bother him! This makes me sad because Mom is the one that lets me snuggle on the couch with her... and I sleep in Mom's bed with her at night! Tess and Sully have to sleep in their crates because Uncle Ron is allergic and our hair makes him sick. I like lounging in my crate during the day but at night I don't want to be there! I hope Mom doesn't move because I'll miss her very much.
The other interesting thing is that I may go and live with Grandma and Aunt Carole. Tess tells me that this would be pretty awesome because they're both softies and I would basically be able to do whatever I wanted over there. She wasn't sure about sleeping in the bed though... she thought that Grandma might not let me do that. I wonder if that would be better than staying here? I know it's not up to me and that really stinks. The good part is that Tess and Sully assure me that this family would never ever send me someplace else besides Grandma's... so I will always stay with them. That's good because I'm sick of moving around. I wish I could go to the people who own Mom's new apartment and tell them that I would be good and quiet and never bother their dumb old cat. Oh well... we will see what happens I guess! I'm not the greatest with computers so that's why I don't write a whole lot, but will definitely keep you guys updated once I find out more stuff!
February 26th 2007 12:14 pm
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Last night we got a decent amount of snow outside. I am not really happy about that. Snow isn't the worst thing in the world by a long shot but MAN is it cold! I don't like being cold and would much rather be in the house snuggled with Mom under the blanket!
One of the reasons why I hate snow so much is because when I lived in Ireland, we had a huge snowstorm that knocked the power out for almost two weeks! Since the heat was not working, the warmest part of the farm was inside the people's hatchback truck parked inside the barn. The people put tons of blankets and quilts inside the back of the truck and let all of us breeding females sleep in there together for warmth. I guess this is why I like to burrow under blankets so much... it reminds me of being cozy warm in Ireland! Believe me, having no electricity was not a picnic. I much prefer the power being on because then the humans are in better moods and I get to be under the covers while they watch TV and things like that!
The only thing I really don't like about my new family is that they insist I obtain the proper permission before jumping on the couch! What's that all about? I used to be able to just go up there whenever I wanted, and now I need to WAIT? Who do they think they are?
February 18th 2007 9:02 pm
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Mom took me to the vet last Tuesday to get spayed. I have heard that this makes us dogs unable to have any puppies! This makes me a little sad but I suppose it's for the best since my breeding days are over. How quickly one's life can change... it seems like only yesterday that I was an Irish champion show dog and a top breeding bitch, and now... I'm empty inside! I can't have any more babies! I really loved having all of my puppies and sometimes I miss being a mom. I know my daughter, Tizzy, is still over at Connemara with Sheila and she just had a litter herself a couple of months ago. Hooray Tizzy! I'm very proud that she is carrying on my legacy!
Aunt Sarah belongs to this forum called Dirt Dogs. Sheila set it up for all of the people who are lucky enough to be owned by a Connemara Jack Russell. Aunt Sarah says that she spoke to one woman who has one of my sons! I was so excited to hear that Keegan is doing well and is following in my footsteps by competing on the show circuit here in the States! He is also a stud dog! I saw a picture of him and he turned out to be extremely handsome if I do say so myself! :) Aunt Sarah says another lady from the forum ran into someone who has another one of my daughters, Holly. She says that Holly likes to jump up at the TV and goes ballistic whenever the TV is on. She certainly didn't get that crazy temperament from me... must have been her father, BOL! But I was glad to hear that she's doing well too. I love all of my babies!
Mom started feeding me some new food because the humans think I have allergies. My eyes run all of the time and I'm very itchy. I always lick and chew my feet and legs and then the people yell at me to stop it. Ever since I've been eating the food I feel much better! The only thing that stinks is that I can't have a lot of the same treats that Tess and Sully can eat because they contain wheat and corn and that's what makes me itch. Darn! Grandma bought me some Buddy Biscuits, which are extremely delicious, but I wish I could have all of the things the others get!
My scar on my belly is bothering me. Mom hates when I lick it but it makes me feel better!
February 11th 2007 7:29 pm
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I'm so sorry that it's been a while since I've written, but I do have a life, you know!
Lately I haven't really wanted to eat too much. Mom and Aunt Sarah think maybe I have allergies to something in my food. I don't know what allergies are but I've been chewing on my feet a lot and my eyes have been running constantly. I know I don't look my best and it vexes me.
Aunt Sarah is mean because she won't give me treats unless I eat my kibble first. Just WHAT is that all about? She says I may be allergic to stuff in the treats too but I think that's just silly. They're talking about putting me on a new diet... something about ducks and sweet potatoes? My life has become very confusing as of late!
Outside in the backyard, the people have a big wooden shed. Stuck in a hole in that shed's roof is a squirrel. My one and only goal lately is to dislodge that squirrel from its resting place! It smells so tantalizing. Uncle Ron went outside earlier today and poked it with a stick and it didn't move. He said that's how he knows it was dead. I could have told him that, but did he ask me anything about it? Nooooooo. Silly humans and their cruddy noses! I have concluded that their noses are absolutely useless. When they DO occasionally work, they give them misinformation. Why else would they complain about the way we smell when we come in from a long day of rolliing in dirt and hunting? That's a GREAT smell!
On Tuesday Mom is taking me to the vet to get me "fixed." She says this means I can't have any more babies. This makes me kind of sad because I really loved having my babies and I love being a mom. Although I suppose it is what's best at this point because I can't have babies forever and my last litter really wore me out. It's taken a long time and lots of puppy food mixed in with my regular kibble to make me regain my normal figure. (For anyone who's wondering, I still am quite a petite lady!) I also thought I heard Uncle Ron say that while I'm "under" they should clip my nails! Under WHAT I wonder? And I don't WANT my nails clipped! Why doesn't anyone ever ask me what I think about my nails? I happen to prefer them long!
The good news is that I can now sleep in the bed with Mom again! She's all healed up from her surgery and so I get to stay underneath the covers with her! Hooray for warm beds!
January 11th 2007 10:09 am
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This has been weighing on my mind for quite some time now:
Does food come in a tube?
I thought food only comes from a bowl! (And sometimes human hands.)
Sully has this long hollow green tube toy that he likes to roll on the floor. When he rolls it, sometimes a piece of kibble will pop out and he'll eat it! This is absolute madness since I'm pretty sure none of my toys ever had food in them. I checked the toy box and none of those toys have food in them either. I've asked Tess and Sully whether food really comes from that tube or not. They both say of course and just to get over it. Well, I can't! If food can come from tubes, then how come only water comes out from those tubes on the house? There's a long green tube outside that water comes out of to spray the flowers and grass... if food comes from tubes, then how come we can't just snack out of there when we're outside?
Also, the bird that lives with us sits on perches made of white tubes... I never see HER eat anything that comes out of them! There's no food in there!
Why do they have to have that tube here? It puzzles me so much it makes my head hurt. I thought food only comes in a bowl!