Jazz Notes

Our Weekend

Mom cleaned house Friday, which meant she did not go to work (yay) but which also meant she had no time for cuddling (boo). Mo and I got bathed Friday, although JoyBelle only got an airplane bath.

Saturday there was more housework, which is unusual, and Sunday night the reason for all the housework revealed itself. The tree went up again. The tree that signals the end of lap time and cuddling for at least a month. When that tree is in the house, Mom is busy busy.

The most wonderful time of the year my eye.

Still the Good Dog

I have given over Mom's lap to JoyBelle until she is healed.


(Then all bets are off.)

My Perspective on Recent Events

If you read Mo and Joy's diaries, you know we were almost eaten by a blue-eyed wolf. She bite Mo and me several times, but did not break the skin. I think she was trying to see who was the most tender and would put up the least fight.

Joy may be small, but she put up a mighty fight against that she-devil.
Joy continued to bite even after Mom rescued her from the wolf . She was so scared. She was in shock by the time Mom got her to the vet, but she still tried to bite Dr. Day when he gave her a pain shot.

Dr. Day said she is a real terrier, and her feistiness had a lot to do with her survival.

Mo and I already knew she is fierce!

To Our Dear Friends

To our dear friends who have recently suffered a terrible loss,we send our love and prayers.

November 5, 2009

The RedHead had the swine flu this week. She didn't go to school and she laid in bed and groaned. Mom didn't go to work, and one night we slept in the RH's room on a cot usually reserved for her girlfriends. She is better today, so I guess tomorrow she will go back to school and we will be all alone all day.

I don't like it when the RH is sick. Mom is too distracted to give me the attention I usually get.

She Can't Be Really Gone

Allie has gone to the bridge. Her Mom and Dad are devastated, and our hearts are heavy with grief. She was so loved. Goodbye dear one.

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Today Austin was hit by a car and killed. He didn't stay at home much after Boone came, preferring to stay at the farm. But he came home periodically, and was made much of when he did visit.

Austin used to have a page on dogster, but Mom deleted it, since he was more Dad's dog than hers, and she has enough to do keeping our pages up.

Austin, your lovely sweet spirit will be greatly missed. You were loved.

June 11,2009

We can't go to the hayfield this week, Milton is cutting the hay. I can't wait until it is bailed. Then we can run all over the field with wild abandon.
Our last visits to the hayfield have been confined to the picnic area at the creek, due to the fact that the hay was so tall. We don't fancy walking into tall grass, so we just stay in the area Steve keeps mowed for Sunday dinners.
We aren't invited to Sunday dinner because one of the toddlers is afraid of dogs. Sigh.

York Report

This weekend was a mixed bag. Saturday night was bath night, and that was the usual nightmare. I detest anyone touching my feet, and Mom was so rude. She wrapped me up in her pajamas until I was quite unable to move, and then proceeded to cut off my nails. I do not understand her reasoning. I might have need of those bits she so callously snips.

The good part was that we spent the whole of Sunday cuddling with Mom. I took long naps draped across her chest, with my head on her shoulder. Rainy Sundays rock.

May 8, 2009

The place under my eye has healed beautifully. Once the hair grows back, you will never be able to see that anything happened.

Mom has worried a lot about me this week, since it has stormed some. She doesn't want me to be alone during a storm, but sometimes the storms come while she is at work.

Last summer a huge boom of thunder came and it was so loud, it actually shook the house. Ever since that day, I shake with fear at thunder.

Doing Well

I had surgery today. Mom picked me up at 3 and we spent the afternoon and evening cuddling. My eye looks a bit scary.

Friday April 17, 2009

Mom thought the lesion on my face had grown, so she took me to the vet today. Surgery is Tuesday. Please keep me in your prayers.

Hay Field Romp

Mom took us to the hayfield today. She forgot the camera, which proved to be a real loss, because we saw a snake! We met Mom's sister and her dog Gracie in the hayfield. The sister was putting up a hammock in the picnic area where the 2 creeks meet at the far end of the field. She spied a very long snake way up in a tree by the creek. It was at least 15 feet off the ground.

Mom looked like a bobble head, trying to keep an eye on that snake and the 3 of us.

4-13-09

So far, we have had snow, we have had big wind, we have had a ton of April showers. But no day has been suitable for us to go to the hay field.

April really is the cruelest month.

Spring Break

Dad and my Sister are home this week. But Mom is working. Not fair!
We all sit in our beds by the windows all day watching for her to come home.

Benign

Isn't it a beautiful word?

Prayers Needed

Last week when I had my bath, Mom found a small pea-sized "toe" hanging off the left side of my face. The vet did a needle biopsy, and we will find out tomorrow if it is cancer.

Mom is scared.

My Birthday

I am 4 years old today. This afternoon, as the late evening sun was just about to slip behind a mountain, we ran wildly, happily through the hayfield. We were so happy to be outside, and off leash!

Mom took a blanket and sat in the field to watch us romp and take our pictures. It was warm, and we heard the dogs across the way go crazy barking. We always hear them when we are in the field, but they never come where we are.

Boone came with us, and he ran on 3 legs all over the field, and he got into the creek, which he was NOT supposed to do. After he got his hurt leg wet, he retired to the kabota, and spent the rest of the visit resting in there.

I got chicken for my birthday dinner.

My Valentine is Missing

Today is supposed to be the day you spend with the one you love. And Mom left this morning and she is still gone. The RedHead's boyfriend lives far away, so Mom drove her to his town so they could spend the day together and have a nice valentine evening together.

Meanwhile, I am missing my Valentine, and I imagine Mom really wishes we were together too.

At least Dad is here, so we have some company. But no one snuggles like Mom.

I Hate Those Pants

When Mom puts on her going-to-work pants, I grab the bottoms of them and shake my head and growl, as if dispatching a mouse. Then when she comes home, I repeat the performance. I know if I could only defeat those pants, she would not leave me. It is all their fault.

Snow

It snowed Saturday night, but by Sunday am, it was just a memory. Today it is supposed to snow again. Since it is MLK day, there is no school today, so any snow we get will be a waste, unless it hangs on until tomorrow.

1-12-09

Dad brought home a battery operated mouse. For months I was afraid of it, but lately I have gotten very brave. The last time I played with it, it ran under a chair. Mom found it Saturday and put it in the toy basket on the hearth.

Tonight I got it out of the basket, and had a great time barking and chasing it. I barked and threw it off the couch. I vanquished the mouse!

What's Going On

The last couple of weeks, Mom has been busy, as she always is when that tree is in the house. I wonder if there is a connection? Anywho, we had very little lap time, as she rarely sat down.

But finally last week, things suddenly slowed down. One day she stayed home all day, and held us all day. It was so great.

Ho Ho Hack

We stayed at our vet's weekend before last, while the family went somewhere with the dog-phobic in-laws. Now we are all 3 coughing and snorting.

First Snow

We had some snow this week- our first of the season. The RedHead got off early from school, but she did not come home to spend the rest of her day with us- bah! She went to Katie's where there are no dogs inside. Teenagers.

Mom puts one of Mo's outgrown coats on Joy when she goes out to potty. She looks a tiny pink marshmallow, puttering about the yard.

November 18, 2008

We had a bit of a rocky start at first with Joy. She is fitting in now, and we play with her. I wish she would not cling so to Mom. That is my job.

November 6

Well, the new arrival at our house has shaken things up a bit. I am allowing Joy to sleep next to Mom, as she seems a bit baffled by all the change in her life. I have no doubt that I am Mom's favorite, and so I can give her a break.

Fall Woes

We stayed in the kennel for 3 nights, then Mom came home and fetched us. But this hasn't been a very good month. Seems like Mom is always going somewhere, and coming home late. Maybe November will be better.

Where Is Mom?

She left us here at the boarding kennel. I tried so hard to get away from the lady holding me, and get back to Mom. Why did she leave us here? Is she ever coming back?

Vet Visit

I had a trying experience at my annual vet check-up. I am so glad that is over. But Dad says I am getting stinky, and need my bath. Sigh. I have been through enough for one day.

Out and Off Leash

We live far enough in the boonies that we should be able to be off leash. But the fact is, Mo and I tend to wander a bit outside the house if we are off- leash. To be honest, we bolt like bunnies and we go in different directions.

So our only off-leash romps are in the giant hay field below our house. We run like the wind, and easily keep up with the long-legged
dogs. The final cutting for this year is finally in the barn, so we are free to roam the field until the weather gets too cold.

We are hoping for a long, warm Autumn.

Our Saturday

Saturday we had an adventure. Mom drove the kabota to her sister's house to pick up something, and she took us. It was great fun, seeing all the sights and sniffing all the smells. We met Rick, Allison's beautiful Dalmatian. He was nice to us.

I rode part of the way balanced on the steering wheel- my front paws
on the top, and back paws on the bottom. The kabota won't go over 10 miles an hour, but it was still a blast.

My Thoughts

Yesterday on our walk I wallowed in delightfully ripe dead mole for a blissful moment. Then Mom spied it and dragged me away.


There was a cool breeze blowing, and I so wished I could join Boone and Austin as they romped with the stinky cows behind the fence.

Directly after the walk came a bath. I have no idea why- bath day should have been tomorrow.

Tiny Dancer

We are so sorry our little friend Dancer has gone to the bridge.

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known
that you'd ever say goodbye ?

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Garth Brooks- The Dance

Lions and Tigers and...

We have a hard time getting out of the house. Mom can think of more reasons not to take us on a walk- it is too hot, too cold, too dark, too bright- you get the idea.

So now she has another excuse- bears. Our cousin Linda had a bear break into her screen porch early this week. Now Linda lives at least 6 miles from our house. But Mom is still nervous. As if a bear would come near those wild boys Boone and Austin.

Light and Dark

Fall was in the air this week. It was cool at night, and one of our trees actually has yellow leaves already.

Even though the news said Bigfoot has been found in North Georgia, Mom still took us out on a walk in the quiet twilight. The listening woods were still, and the only sounds were the panting of 4 dogs, and the occasionally snort of a startled deer.

Today there was great sadness for my darling K-bug, my dear friend. Her dog Annie died very suddenly. She became sick and died on the way to the vet. Rest In Peace Annie. You were loved.

The Return of the Prodigal Puss

Grandmother's cat came home, after being missing for more than a month! Doing the happy dance!

Alone Again, Naturally

School has re-started, and we are alone now. I don't like it.

News From the Homefront

Mom gave us a bath at midnight last night. I was ready to call dog protective services.

I escaped this morning, and had a fun run around the yard, through the garage, and managed to get my paws wet in the morning dew!

This morning a man came to connect dsl to all the computers. I am not sure how this is supposed to benefit me, but perhaps my diary will be updated more frequently now.

One can hope.

Back Home

Our family went to Florida last week. We were left in the care of our vets at their boarding place. I do not understand why they leave us behind. Mom cried when she put me in the lady's arms, so I know it was not her idea.

Mom came home after church and spent the rest of the day with us. We are tired and napped all afternoon today.

The Saturday Night Feeling

In the book "Farmer Boy" by Laura Ingles Wilder, eight year old Almanzo had to take a bath every Saturday night. He hated his bath almost as much as I do, although he liked feeling of his clean skin in clean clothes afterwards. He called it the "Saturday Night Feeling".

We got the Saturday night feeling(minus the clothes) tonight.
I also got a hair trim, done by Mom with the scissors.

The Sister says I look "hideous, but still kinda cute."

Hay Fever

Last night Mom and Dad took Mo and me down to the hay field below our house. It is really big- there are over 200 giant hay bales there. We were allowed to run in the hay field OFF LEASH! It was so much fun.

We ran with the big dogs. We watered the hay bales. It was the best time ever!

May is Nearly Gone

And I look like an unmade bed- I need a haircut!

Is It Blackberry Winter Yet?

We are having yet another little cool snap. Spring in the South is so fickle.

Last night Mom clipped my nails. Usually she has the vet or groomer do it. But she thought she would try to save money and do it herself. I cry and it takes many people to hold me when it is done at the vet or groomers. I put up a small fuss for Mom, but no crying! She did it, and without snipping the quickie part and making my nail bleed, like happened once at the groomers. She was proud of me.

Command Performance

Tonight we had company- Grandmother, Katie and her Mom came over. I showed them my tricks- sit and fetch. They were impressed.

I am not just a pretty face.

The Way It Is

Today Mo could have explored all those areas we can''t reach due to our leashes. His harness malfunctioned and for a few seconds he was free. But instead of enjoying his good fortune, he ran back to Mom to get his harness put back on.

What a waste of a perfectly good opportunity.

News from My House

Sorry we haven't updated in while. Mom is just too aggravated with our computer- it is so s-l-o-w.

Our family was on Spring Break last week. We stayed home, which was nice. I don't mind traveling as long as I get to go, but staying home with the family is my favorite.

Walks in the Spring are the best! The new grass is so lovely, and I like the way the warm breeze smells. It has turned cool this week- we even had a few sprinkles of snow Monday, sort of a late April Fool's from God, I guess.

I am 3

Happy Birthday to me.

Houston We Have A Problem

A couple of weeks ago, I was resting in Mom's lap on a sunday evening, when there was a giantic BOOM. It shook the whole house. It was thunder and it scared me.

This morning we had another storm at 5 am. I was shaking so hard, Mom felt so sorry for me. She sang song after song trying to soothe my inner dog. She didn't pet me- she knew she shouldn't "encourage" my fears by petting me when I am upset. Finally she gave me a dose of medicine left over from when I had tracheal collapse. Then I went back to sleep.

A Bird in the Bush

This morning while Mom was doing the dishes, she spotted a red-headed woodpecker in the trees behind our house. She picked me up and held me so I could see. After a few seconds, my ears perked and a low growl issued from my throat. Great hunks of bark fell from the tree as the large bird made his way up and around the trunk. Mom laughed at my reaction and held Mo up to take a peek.

That runt couldn't even see it! And he calls himself a watch dog. Humpff.

About Monday

I can't tell you how many times I have heard Mom say "Do the best you can and let the rough end drag." Apparently that does not apply to me.

I dragged my end across the floor one time, it was off to the vet. In addition to the humiliating fanny squeeze, they cut my toe nails, and then attempted to file off the ends of my feet with a rotating torture device.

On the bright side, on the way home, Mom stopped at Arby's for food, and
they gave us treats!

Valentine Woe

To My Dogster Pals:

Saint Valentine was such a true romantic,
We celebrate his day with gifts of love.
I long to send you hearts, a rose or lips.
But, alas! My zealie balance: Zip!

I Am Loved

Everyday, every inch (well almost) of my furry body is lovingly massaged by gentle fingers. I lie still and enjoy the bliss of complete relaxation. I like the chest rubs best, but, truth be told, I don't really like having my head stroked. After the head is finished, it is time for the ear rub. Each ear is carefully and deliciously kneaded.

I feel sorry for humans- they don't get this daily love rub. I try to reward mine with lots of kisses, and by gazing into the eyes of the one who thinks I am the sweetest thing on four legs.

Books Should Be Banned!

I do not like having a book between Mom and me. I try to wiggle onto her chest, but she complains she cannot see through me. I will not sit below her book.

So, while she is reading, I sit at her feet and look mournfully up, hoping she will put it down and pick me up.

Nightly Routine

I have a night snuggle place up -against Dad's warm back, under the quilt. I stick my head out of my nest and prop it on a pillow. Mom watches TV, or falls asleep cuddling Mo. I watch until the Sister comes to collect Mo and take him to her room.The Sister smiles at Mo tenderly and lifts him from his spot beside Mom. She carries him to her room and shuts the door.

I sigh in contented relief and tuck my head back under the quilt.

He's Got Legs

After spending exactly one year growing out a bad haircut, Mom got scissor-happy all of the sudden last week. The groomer had left my hair long, and just trimmed around you-know-where, and my feet. But Mom was not so accommodating. I am now devoid of my long coat. The family keeps staring at my legs- they had been out of sight under my long hair for a long time.

My Saturday

I never have to whine to get my people to share snacks with me. Usually all I have to do is to fix my gaze upon them while they are eating, and magically they offer up a bite. Saturday, Mom was having something green and crunchy, and I sat next to her on the couch with my paw on her leg. After a few minutes passed with no nibble for me, I gently applied presure with my paw- just a tiny nudge. She looked at me and grinned, but I got nothing. A few more moments passed, and I gave her the paw pressure again. She laughed and got up to get me a jerky treat, saying she wasn't sure dogs should eat celery.

My Apologies

Mom sometimes forgets this is my diary, not hers.

I Get Nervous

When Mom starts packing up the Christmas decor, I am afraid. Does it means she will be leaving.? She tries to reassure me, but I am unconvinced. Boxes are as scary as suitcases, if you ask me.

She has everything all boxed up, but she's determined to fix the lighted garland before she hauls it upstairs to the store closet. The garland went dark a few days before Christmas, but there wasn't time then to fix it. Something tells me those boxes aren't going upstairs anytime soon. I wish they would go.

First Entry of 2008

Happy New Year fellow dogsters! Our new year started inauspiciously- we were bathed.

We spent part of the day in Mom's lap watching the Rose Parade, and then holiday movies. Mom never tires of holiday movies, no matter how sappy or lame they may be. We napped while she took down the garland, stockings and tree ornaments.

This morning school was to re-start, but thanks to a light coating of snow and ice, we had an extra day with the RedHead. Mom went to work, and left her
electric blanket on low for us so we'd have a cozy place to snuggle. It was cold all day today.

Blessings and Sadness

Christmas was such a mixed bag for my people. On Sunday, they got word that next summer will herald the arrival of 3 new babies to the family! One nephew will welcome a new addition, and one niece will welcome twins. The family was wild with delight and joy.

Then, Christmas Day, a beloved cousin lost his battle with heart disease. So he went Home for Christmas.

It was a bittersweet holiday.

Ho Ho Ho

I am not sure about all this Christmas hoopla. Usually
when Mom sits, I can count on an invitation into her
lap. Lately, she's been wrapping up gifts and while
she will pick me up when I ask, she's so squirmy,
always reaching for stuff- it's not conducive to
napping.

Canine Report

Dad is home this week- oh happy day. How I love having
my family around all day.

I got my first haircut in a year last week. Last
December I got butchered so badly by a rogue groomer
that it took an entire year for Mom to get the nerve
to try it again. This time the owner of the groomer
place did me, and I must say, I look divine. Mom will
post pics soon.

My fam went to eat at Emma and Allie's Sunday night,
and did they take us? No. I wanted to go. Sigh.

My Day

We went to the vet today. I was due for a bordetella. I also had my nails clipped.

When we got home, Mom stayed with us to be sure we were okay after the injections. We had a lovely nap in her lap.

Mom put a tree up in the Sister's room tonight. After she put it up, the carpet machine came out. I hate that part.

Today the local bank was robbed, it was Grandmother's birthday, and the one year anniversary of Tala's disappearance. Tala was out cousin's huskie. Tala, where ever you are, you are loved and remembered and so missed.

Jason

My bud Jason stayed with us while my family went off without me. I like Jason.


I could tell Mom was not happy about leaving me behind. She kept asking Dad to try to talk Pawpa into allowing me and Mo to go on the trip. Pawpa was adamant- "No dogs". Since my family was going as Pawpa's guests, we stayed behind. Mom said she missed me so terribly, and thought of me constantly.

Baby It's Cold Outside

It was really cold here in the mornings this week. On Wednesday morning when Mom was carrying out a giant cookie the Sister baked to take to math class, I escaped.

I scampered through the frosty leaves in the yard. I ran up the road with the big dogs. I ignored the frantic calls of Mom and the Sister. I enjoyed my outing, but I got cold and I decided to come back inside.

My Poor Tummy

When I sat with Mom tonight while she shopped online, she was distracted by the loud growling of my tummy. I was wildly chewing a toy.She went into the kitchen and saw that I had eaten none of my dry food.

She caved and opened some chicken broth which she poured over our food. I gobbled it down (as did Mo with his bowl). I then curled back up in her lap and went sound asleep.

I'd rather eat polyester than dry dog food.

Monday Update

Last Wednesday Mom got home late, so our walk started at twilight. It was dark by the time we started back down our driveway. It started to rain and we finished the walk in the blessing of answered prayer.

By Thursday, it had grown cold, so no walk for us that day. To add insult to injury, Mom brought out her overnight bag. On Friday morning she and the RedHead left us. They were gone for 2 weeks at least. Dad stayed home and kept us company. Saturday night they finally arrived back home, and Mom and I had a glorious reunion.

Sunday after church we had a wonderful nap together on the couch.

Thanks to my pals for the special gifts and rosettes. Mom will get to the thank yous soon, promise!

Beautiful World

We went on a beautiful walk today. We like to walk on the side of the road in the crunchy leaves. I was dragged past several dried but still alluring plops of bird poo. I wanted so much to roll around in them, but Mom said no.

Our friends who had moved into the rental house at the very beginning of our road last Spring have moved out. I used to love seeing them outside playing with the little people in the family. We walked all the way to the deserted house and stood for a moment under the giant pines in the yard.

The fall color is becoming more rust and brown, and many trees are already devoid of leaves. But the mountains we see from our walking road are still breath-taking. It was warm and overcast on our walk and I overheard Mom asking God to allow the rain to come.

Veterans Day

Thank you veterans. You are the reason we live freely.

A special thank you to our veteran Larry. We love you!

Fall is the Best Time

I love sitting on the couch with Mom and seeing yellow leaves falling into the yard. I love hearing the wind scooting the leaves all around. I love snuggling under the blankets. I like the new time and how it gets dark early and stays dark for a long time.

I love hearing the acorns landing plop plop on the deck. I love seeing the squirrels scurrying around rounding them up.

I love going out in the car with Mom and seeing all the hay stack and pumpkin decorations in front of people's homes. People really decorate for fall here.
We have lots of decorations in the basement, but Mom didn't put them out this year. I miss them.

Mom always sings her favorite song in autumn:

And when October goes, the same old dream appears,
That I am in your arms To share the happy years.
I turn my head away to hide a helpless tear.
O how I hate to see October go.

Tired Boy

Last week Mom brought home Missy, her friend's white toy poodle. We poodle- sat for Missy for 4 days. I once stayed at Missy's house for a few days
so we got along great. She did stick close to Mom for the first day or so, which was annoying, but I dealt with it. No biggie.

Mo was not the most amiable of hosts. He barked and growled at Missy. He also made her think Dad was the devil in boots- he did his usual barking at Dad when he came home, so after that, Missy was terrified of Dad.

He also snuck around and ate Missy's special food for pups with sensitive tummies.

I am exhausted from the ordeal of trying to show Mo how to treat company.
And then he ends up as a diary of the day pick yesterday. Isn't that ironic?

Change of Season

We had a big frost this morning. Dad still had the air conditioner on upstairs and it was 66 degrees up there when we got up. Brrrr


I continue to be well, but my illness has made me even more clingy to Mom.
I have wanted in her lap these last few mornings, while she sits rubbing stuff on her face. And I am sleeping thisclose to her at night now, instead of cuddling up to Dad's warm back. Dad may be warmer, but Mom's my private duty nurse when I am sick.

Feeling Better

I am much better- I got up at 5:30 and jumped off the bed by myself to go get a drink of water. Now I am back to eating, frisking around with Mo and just being my wonderful self.

Many thanks for the prayers Dogster friends. Your love and concern means so much!

It's maddening to Mom not to know what was wrong with me. Why did I get sick, and Mo did not (thankfully)? He eats the same diet and lives in the same house. Friday I escaped out the door when Mom was carrying stuff out to the car. I scooped up a flattened, very dead frog. I only had it in my mouth for a few moments, as Mom gave chase and in the melee of avoiding capture, I dropped it. Did the frog poison me?

I guess we'll never know. Yesterday was so scary. I spent most of the day lying limply in Mom's arms, gazing at her in a mute plea to help me. I couldn't walk at all, and sometimes my paws twitched. When she put me in the Redhead's lap while she fetched my water or meds, I was too weak to protest.

Thank you again dear friends. It is so great to be well.

I am sick

I was fine last night, but this morning I am ill. The vet does not know why I am lethargic, running a high fever, and have an elevated white blood count.
I got an injection of antibiotics, and Mom is giving me nutrical and water from a syringe every two hours.

Please pray for me.

Short Note

We are thinking of those in California who have lost homes and lives due to the fires.

Mom is madly preparing for the Redhead's sweet 16. She'll have more dogster time after it's over, hopefully. Meanwhile, the house is in desperate need of a good dusting, and we are overdue for our baths. There's your silver lining!

Thanks to HQ for picking my diary for a pick of the day.

Tagged

My friend Colyn tagged me. 7 facts about me not previously disclosed won't be easy, but I will try :

1. When I was a pup of 2 pounds, Mom took me into Home Depot. She was
asked to leave because "some people are afraid of dogs".

2. I was once nearly run over in Gatlinburg when I escaped from the condo
and dashed into the street.

3. I will sleep all day if I have a lap on which to snuggle.

4. I moan pitifully when Mom takes the lid off the garbage, because I know
she's going to take it outside.

5. I used to accompany Mom to choir practice at church, until she started
feeling too guilty about me being there.

6. I am afraid of loud noises.

7. I sometimes snore and talk in my sleep.

I will list the dogs i am tagging at a later date.

We went on a Trip

We went to the Smokey Mountains with the extended family this week. We got back yesterday and Mo and I were so tired we crashed all day.

The trip itself was fun. I love being with the family, and the cabin we were in had a screened in porch where Mo and I enjoyed the view and smells of the mountains. One night something got into our garbage, and made a mess. It was either a bear or giant raccoon. I slept through it, or it would have soon been dispatched.

We were left in the cabin for a couple of days, but the last day we stayed with Mom all day. That was the best day.

Neglected

Mom has been distracted of late. She has been working on a photo project for the Redhead, and consequently, has been unavailable for extended cuddling.
Not to mention the complete abandonment of our diaries. The project is finished, so perhaps things will go back to normal.

Meanwhile, we have been rather subdued due to the change in our routine with Mom, and our lack of yummy beef. Mom evidently felt guilty yesterday, she did offer us half a jar of chicken sticks. I can recommend them.

This Just Blows

Yesterday I saw the vet. Before he came in, some lady took me away from Mom ( horrors!) and cut my toe nails ( I hate that). So when the vet came in I was in no mood to be parted from Mom again. Nevertheless, he took me from her, looked me over, and poked around. You know the drill. I wasn't really nice to him, and when he emptied my anal glands (hey, I might have need of that stink), I growled and showed him my teeth. I piped down at Mom's scolding- how dare she side with him?

After the check-up and 2 shots, I was wiped out for the rest of the day. I was limp as a noodle all evening, and just wanted to sleep.

I was also reeling from the edict handed down from the vet: No more baby food for us. I have gained 3 ounces and Mo has gained 4 ounces. The vet said to limit us to 1 tiny duck jerky treat a day (please, they are miniscule!), and to eliminate the extra calories from the little jars of meat we adore.

Sigh. Life is not fair.

Howdy

Mom is trying to teach me "sit".
She says sit.
I look at the tiny bone-shaped piece of duck jerky in her hand.
"Sit"
My eyes never waver from the jerky.
"Sit"
"Sit" (Louder)
I continue to stare unrelentingly at the jerky.
Finally Mom ever so gently places her hand on my backside and says "Sit"
She eases my fanny down.
She gives me the jerky.
She says "good boy".

We go through this dance twice a day everyday. I sometimes get 3 whole jerkies. I have no idea what "sit" means, but I know if I just keep my eyes on the jerky, eventually I get it.

Distressing News

Mom missed a few days checking on our pals, and discovered Larry the Dude had knee surgery on both knees. He's home now. We send our love.

Seva, you are missed.

When Dad's on the big computer, Mom can check dogster on her slow and sorry laptop, but she can''t post due to the fact that the R's don't work on the laptop. Hence the frequent lapses in our diary entries.

I Find It Necessary to Lodge A Complaint

Mom has been up late on the computer for the last 2 nights. I am missing out on my shut eye. But I will not go on to bed without her. I try to rest in her lap, but all the typing gets on my nerves and prevents me from napping.

I occasionally get down and whine a bit, hoping she'll feel guilty and get up and go to bed. She just tells me to go on and sleep with Dad until she gets there. As if.

Summer is Over for Us

The RedHead went back to school 3 weeks ago, so we are alone all day again. Sigh. I liked having her home all day with us, although she did have a part time job this summer.

Dad's home with us today. He had a medical procedure this morning, so he's spending the rest of the day sleeping off the drugs. I like having him here, but Mo will spend the day hiding downstairs. I wish he was that standoffish with Mom. He is entirely too lovey dovey with her. And, maddeningly, she seems to enjoy his nose-to-nose sweetness foolishness and cuddlings.

And I did not get tired on the walk. Mom was simply overcome with love for me, and wanted to hold me a while. Really.

Travel Dogs

Friday the luggage came out. I got sad and spent much of the day in the Pitiful Pup Pose- lying with the head between the paws. It's a guaranteed sympathy-getter. Mom gave me lots of cuddles. Then she put on our collars! We got happy then, because we knew we were going too.

We went to Pigeon Forge TN. Thank goodness there was no parade this time. We stayed in a house full of family. Mo was totally spazzed, but I loved it!

We were so busy smelling new places and seeing new things, we didn't eat much. I don't like eating from my travel bowl. Mom has to hand feed me on trips. Mo barely ate while we were gone, he was so nervous.

We had a good time, but we were glad to get home. I slept like a rock after eating a big bowl of kibble.

Mo's Leaking

Mo's always been a bit high strung. He gets nervous and barks at our visitors. He still avoids Dad and barks at his boots. But lately he's actually leaked when his girl had her cousins over. Mom is very concerned, as this is a new development. Mom told the RedHead to hold him to introduce him to company. And to ask them not to pet or approach him until he gets used to their presence.

Any suggestions on building his confidence would be appreciated.

Love Tagged!

Miss Bella love tagged me! I read it in her diary! She loves me!

To only choose 3 dogs from all those I love is too hard!

1) Miss Bella I love that she is the good dog, and that she has a few darling little quirks. Miss Bella I know you were already tagged, but can I help it you are so lovable?

2) Larry the Dude I love that he is so full of spirit and fun, and that he reminds me of someone close to me.....

3) Allie I love Allie because she is beautiful, and she has a sweet nature. She is the only dogster dog I actually know in RL, and Mom loves having the love of dogs and dogster in common with Allie's parents.

I Love It When

I love it when Dad eats breakfast , a snack or anything. He shares. It may have something to do with my mute stare. I sit quietly by him and watch every bite. If he takes too many bites without giving me some, I silently place my paw on his leg to remind him I am waiting.

Sunday morning, I rousted him out of bed to come down to breakfast. I was hoping for bacon, but Mom made turnovers and no bacon. Turnovers are ok, but bacon is better.

When Mom is around, he doesn't give us as much. She begs him not to give us people food. She says it plays havoc with our digestive system.

Bring on the havoc!

It Makes Me So Mad

It makes me so mad when Mom takes our lovely smelly garbage outside . I am sure she gives it to Boone and Austin. That is so not fair.

Mea Culpa

Last Friday The RedHead's cousin Daniel was visiting. He took out his retainer to have a glass of iced green tea. I chewed the retainer into an unrecognizable pile of plastic and wire.

Oops. I thought he left it there for me.

All Wet

I don't like it when Mom shuts the door when she takes the shower. But I don't want to be inside the room with her, lest she scoop me up and wash me ! What I like is to have the door cracked. Then I poke my head in so I can watch her in relative safety. For some reason she likes the door closed. But then she can't soap up in peace because I protest loudly and scratch at the door. So she usually lets me have my way.She says the sight of my little face peeping through the door almost makes up for the lack of privacy.

Back to Normal

Our people got back Saturday. They left us June 7th and were gone for more than a week. A guy came to stay with us. He was nice. He fed the Redhead's fish while he was here. Mo ignored him the whole week, although he tried to make friends.

Mo had his own way of expressing his feelings about the housesitting guy.

This and That

I had my nails cut. at the dog canine barber shop. The girl clipped one too close and I bled all over Mom's shirt. It was horrible.

Then, a lady shaved us You-Know- Where. And I had to have my bangs trimmed, and the lady with the hedge clippers held my head still by pulling my beard!

And to show you that bad things do happen in threes, this morning I was standing on the bed while Mom was making it, and she gave the blankets a flap, and she accidentally slapped my nose with her finger. It hurt, plus it made a scary pop sound.

She was contrite, and gave me lots of consoling pets and sweet talk. I let her know she was forgiven with a series of kisses.

Welcome home Teddi Sue. We are happy you are back with your family.

The 411 On Me

Mom has neglected our diaries shamefully. Quiet frankly, those games of tag wore her out. Do you have any idea how long it takes to look up friends to tag on a dial-up connection? And then when she tried to cut and paste to avoid re-typing so much, she'd get the same message re-copied a hundred times! It was maddening!

This week was the first week school was out, and we were anticipating having someone home with us most of the time. No dice. The RedHead has a job and worked 3 days this week. We did get her yesterday, and she cuddled us both for much of the day! Bliss!

As for Mom, she used to only work part time. But lately she's been gone nearly everyday. I heard her say Joint Commission was coming to inspect her hospital soon, and I have no idea what that means. The Joint Commission, whoever they are, are depriving me of my Mom-time and I am not happy about it.

Oh, A Get-Well message to my little bud
Larry the Dude who recently suffered a sports injury. Glad you're on the road to recovery!

p.s. Miss Bella likes ME best!

Tagged

My pal Drover, the smiling Mini- Schnauzer tagged me!

Here are the rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post the rules & their 7 pawsome facts in their Diary. Then they choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

Here's my 7 fun facts!

1. My tail is crooked- it points toward my head at the very tip!
2. I have had knee surgery.
3. I have had hip surgery.
4. I like duck jerky.
5. I am an excellent fetcher of monkeys and pink bunnies.
6. You will find me wherever Mom is.
7. Mom thinks I am the most beautiful dog ever.

Here are my 7 dogs I am tagging:


Here's the 7 pups I'm tagging!

Miss Bella
Allie
Tidbit
Brandy
Benoni
Cindy
Roscoe

A Secret

My Dad is a well-muscled- Harley-riding- black -belt- in- karate man. But he loves me, a wee Yorkie.

Recently he came to bed after Mom and I were already tucked in. He leaned over in the dark and kissed the top of my head. Mom grinned to herself but pretended to be asleep to spare him the embarrassment of being caught kissing me.

I have Mom Trained

I like to sit in Mom's lap when she is on the computer. I also like to use that time to enjoy a bully stick. When I am ready to get into Mom's lap, I jump up on the adjacent couch and stand there until she pivots her chair to give me a clear shot, and I jump.

For some reason, I am frequently unable to locate a bully that meets my standards. They keep disappearing. So I stand on the couch and whine. Mom pivots. I do not jump. She turns back to the computer. I whine. She pivots. I do not jump. This dance continues, until Mom sighs, and gets up to fetch me a new bully.

Feel free to use this technique to procure your own favorite snack.

Mom Shortage

Mom's been gone too much lately (much like M the P was recently missing from Miss Bella's domicile). Today it was nearly dark when Mom finally came home. The Redhead even got home before she did, as did Dad.

I miss my Mom time. Do you think she is seeing other dogs?

The Jazz Report

You know how I told ya'll a while back about Mo sitting in Mom's lap all the time? Well friends, it continues to escalate. Now he is going to bed with us! Mom and I like to turn in at a reasonable hour, while the Redhead likes to chat on MySpace or AOL half the night (sometimes until 10:30!!). So Mo, instead of sleeping alone on his pillow on His Girl's bed, has taken to sleeping with us until His Girl comes to fetch him. Grrrrr.

We have a little contest as we bed down to see who gets the warm spot next to Mom's tummy. And then, I must on occasion, move, as I cannot allow Mo to sleep higher on Mom than I. A few nights I have ended up sleeping curled up next to her ear, but I maintain my status as the highest dog on the Mom Totem pole.

Last night when the Redhead came to fetch Mo, it was so dark, she couldn't see Mo. Mom had to grab her arm and guide her to her dog. I was afraid she was going to leave him with us.

Anybody got any glow-in-dark-paint?

New Food

Mom's had us on Solid Gold Just A Wee Bit for several months, and all has been well with us. But Mom cannot leave well enough alone. She worries maybe we need variety. So she gets some samples at the store, and we try Solid Gold Hund-N- Flocken.

We adore the Hund-N-Flocken, and promptly scarf down a bowl each. Yes, Mom should have added new food s-l0-w-l-y. Because Hund-N-Flocken must be Dutch for "Full of Prunes". Both Mo and myself have had major bowel action as a result of the new food. Not diarrhea, just bm's. Lots of bm's. I even had one at 2 am.

So, if you are constipated, my canine compatriots, I heartily recommend Hund-N-Flocken. Think of it as sort of a Master Cleanse for dogs. Although your GI tract may not react like ours, it's tasty and our figures have rarely looked more svelt.

My View

Miss Bella says I am the good dog. True. I never eat shoes or nibble holes in the wall. I don't bark at people, and I can be trusted not to shred any paper left lying within my reach.

When Mom and Mo's Girl got home from their trip, Mom didn't have to ask who shredded the paper towel all over the living room floor.

Yet, Mom still welcomes Mo into her lap, talks sweetly to him, and lets him snuggle.

I think those things should be reserved for the Good Dog.

She Comes, She Goes

Last Wednesday the luggage came out. She and Mo's Girl left Wednesday night and they just got back early this morning. Dad took care of us while they were gone. I've stayed thisclose to Mom since she got back. I hope she is finished traveling.

I slept with Dad while Mom was gone. He said I am good company. Well duh.

We are Back

I found out why Mom was giving us the jars of meat baby food. She was trying to fatten us up... FOR BOARDING. Yes, Mo and I just returned from a week at the Pet Lodge.

We were completely blind-sided, as the luggage didn't come out before we left. We thought we were going shopping or something.

Mom called everyday to see how we were. They told her we were enjoying playtime with the other small dogs, and that we were eating our tiny jars of food. They have a bone-shaped pool there, but we were spared that indignity. I hate swimming, plus, it was way too cool last week.

I was overjoyed beyond expression when she came to pick us up today! I hope she never leaves us behind again. Home Sweet Home!

Happy Birthday Phyllis! And Happy Anniversary to you and Fred.

A Blessed Easter

For the past few days, Mom has been giving us tiny jars of strained meat baby food a couple of times a day. Wonder why? Anywho, this morning, she doles out the yummies onto 2 paper plates. She puts mine down next to the drinkwell water fountain (egad, I hate that thing), and takes Mo to a chair to give him his. If Mo feels rushed his trachea "collapses".

So, while Mom is tending to Mo, I am trying to eat my yummy chicken with country vegetables (are they better than city vegetables?). Trouble is, I am unnerved by the fountain. I keep jumping, and I am afraid that fountain is going to do something sneaky. So, I gingerly grab the edge of my plate and pull it away from the fountain. Success! But then it occurs to me, I could get out of the kitchen altogether. So I drag the plate through the den, through the foyer, and into the living room, with Mom giving me a merry chase. In the living room, I realize I have been robbed of most of my chicken and vegies- but I finish up what's left.

I can't imagine why Mom mopped the floor before church.

After Mom and Mo's Girl got back from church, Mom, Mo and I took a long nap on the couch. I rested on Mom's head, and Mo curled up on her lap. We were so cozy. Mom's been really busy the last few days, so our lap time has been less than usual.

Happy Sweet Sixteen to my Katie Bug. Love you!

Hair Today

My hair has reached that place where it hangs down into my eyes. After the previous grooming debacle, Mom decided to let my hair get long. But this stage is trying. Any day, she may get out the scissors.

Dog Park Monday

We went to the dog park today while Mo's Girl was at her tumbling class. Mo was more excited than scared this time. We sniffed strange dog odors, exposed tree roots, grass, flowers and such. We saw a squirrel, but only one other dog, a beautiful black lab.

Mom walked us all the way around the park. We were having such a good time, it's a pity she doesn't have a tail to wag.

We saw a couple walking who didn't have a dog. I watched them, for a long time coming up the trail. I was wagging my tail, and couldn't wait to give them some Yorkie love, since they were so unfortunate as to be dogless. Mo, of course, growled at the man. The second time they passed us, that man gave Mo a wide berth. He must value his ankles.

April Showers

I was sitting in my bed in front of the living room window, looking out at the yard, when Mo came flying round the corner, took a flying leap, and landed on top of me. His head hit my head and knocked my head into the window. Mom heard the "thonk" all the way into the kitchen. Mo's girl laughed like a hyena. I bet she would not have been so amused if it had been Mo's head conking the window.

Dad spent a quiet day at home, since it rained. While Mom was visiting at Grandmother's, I napped some with Dad. I woke up ready for a snack , so i licked his head until he got up and ate something, and shared with me. I have him pretty well trained.

Not Such A Good Week

For reasons Mo has explained, I have felt the need to be close to Mom this week. How can she even think of leaving us anywhere? Doesn't she know we need our people? This whole boarding thing is so upsetting.

I have been outside with Boone several times this week. He's been on his best behavior with me since our rocky first encounter. He's also barking less. I guess he's getting used to being here. I think he's gonna be fine here if he just won't teach Austin any bad habits like chasing the mailman.

Mo is taking more and more liberties with Mom. He kisses her too much, and tries to take the prime lap spot. He'd sleep with us if his Girl didn't insist he stay with her. Thank goodness for RedHeads.

Happy Birthday to my friend Muffin

Saturdays

Saturdays are the best day, since I am guaranteed to spend a great deal of the day in Mom's lap while she procrastinates. There is so much to do, where to start, and soon, the day is spent and nothing is done, and there you are.

Dad took Austin and Boone to the farm. I hope Boone misses the bus back home. Mom picked up Sis out there, and she said Boone was being a pill, running up to the horses and nipping their legs.

I'm really enjoying Miss Bella's diary series on Power Dogs. I'm taking notes and plan on trying out some of her techniques on my humans. I do think she has the advantage, in that her humans seem to catch on to things quickly, while mine are a tiny bit dense.

I'm off to have a romp with Mo, and then to the lap to nap.
Hope all my Dogster pals are having a great weekend.

Jazz

Tired Doggie

I'm beat. Boone, the new dog Dad brought home, has the whole community in an uproar. He's been off running through the woods , and barking madly off and on all day. Boone, not Dad.

When he barks, I have to run to the windows to look out, and then sniff the bottom of the door thoroughly to check for foreign people or animals. All day long this has gone on, and not a single stranger or strange animal has come within 100 yards of our house. Me thinks Boone is the dog who cries woof, uh, I mean wolf.

Today I ran out when Mom got home, and Boone and I had words. Mom picked me up before I did damage to the big barker. I was just trying to tell him to chill already, but he took offense. You know, threatening me makes no points with Mom. She told Dad about it, and he said Boone may need to go live at the farm. So there.

BTW, sorry Mom had to repost my and Mo's Tail of Devotions. I know you guys already read it once. She put it in the wrong place. Lady helped her figure out where it was supposed to go, so she moved it, and it got re-published. Sorry to rehash.

Happy Birthday Kristal!

My Tail of Devotion for Jazz

My boy, how can I thank you for all the joy you bring to my life? Your dog-love has been my consolation and comfort. You have given me your love and devotion, and it has meant so much.

I am sorry I told Dad I didn't want you when he called on the phone to tell me he was bringing you home. I didn't know you, and I didn't feel I had the energy to cope with a puppy. But then I saw you, and my heart melted. You were so tiny and scared and sick. It took 3 weeks of nearly 24 hours a day care, but you finally got healthy, and by then the bond between us was there to stay. Your poor Sister was so sad you preferred me. So many times she wanted to hold you, and you would fight and cry to get to me. I felt so sorry for her and you. Thank God for Mo. Once he came, she had her own baby, and no longer felt left out when you were cuddling with me.

As much as I wished, for the Sister's sake, you loved her equally, I feel so special because you love me best. I love it that for you, I am the center of your universe. I revel in your love and devotion, and it makes me love you more.

I love how you cuddle with me. I love the adoring looks you give me. I love the feel of your soft fur, your sweet little face and your bunny ears. I love the little quirk in your tail, and the way you give that little sigh when you are settling down to sleep. I love how you try to guard me from Mo, and how you try to keep me all to your self. I love the sound of your little feet paddling along beside me wherever I go in the house. I love your spirit and your playful growling when Dad plays rough with you, and how you may be mouthy with him, but you never are with me.

I love how you climb up into my arms and sit on my chest and give me doggy hugs. I love it when you sit on my shoulder or head. I love how you jump from the couch into my lap. I love watching you play and chase Mo and the way you two enjoy each other.

I love how I can leave you with the run of the house and you never destroy anything or do anything naughty. I love your exuberant welcome whenever i come home, even if I only go to the mailbox, you welcome me as if I had been gone for hours!

I love how beautiful you are. I know you may not meet the Yorkie standard with your little under bite, your bunny ears, etc., but to me, you are the loveliest of all the dogs in the world. I wouldn't change anything about you. I am glad you aren't teeny tiny, so I don't have to worry so much about your jumping on and off furniture. I love your still-black coat, now slowly getting interspersed with silver. I love your sweet Jazzy fragrance, and how you shine after your bath.

I love the way your little paws hold your bullies an toys while you chew them.

I love sleeping next to you, and how you curl into your little Jazz-ball. I feel safe, because I know if anyone come near, you will hear and bark. I love how you like to be anywhere in the house where I am (unless Dad is snacking in the kitchen, of course! BOL)

Your love reminds me of how God loves: unconditionally, devotedly, with His whole heart. You turn my thought to Him so often, and I include you when I give thanks for my blessings.

Thank you Jazz for coming into my life and loving me just as I am. Thank you for thinking I am worth loving. Thank you for filling a lonely hole in my heart and being my little friend.

I love you, my little Jazzman.

This is a special Tail of Devotion

See All Tails of Devotion

I had a close call

Last night Mom and I were at the computer reading some of our buddies' diaries and sharing pretzel squares. I was trying to share, but Mom is kinda stingy with the people food. Anyway, she finally gives me a pretzel, and somehow it got stuck in my throat.

I was trying to give the universal sign for puppy choking- I had my paws at my throat, gesturing wildly, while I was attempting to get out of Mom's lap. Running seemed like a good idea at the time. Mom was trying to keep me in her lap so she could give first aid. After a bit of a tussle, Mom smacked me on the back (hey!), and out popped the pretzel. Which I promptly gobbled down without further ado. Mom was pretty shaken, but I was just glad I got to eat it before she threw it away.

I recommend pretzel sticks rather than squares to avoid having to endure the dreaded hinny lick maneuver.

Chi Chi Chi Changes

Alas, it appears that Mo's recent move into Mom's lap is going to be permanent. I had hoped it was a passing phase, but he's stuck to us like glue now every time we sit down. He seems a tad mopey, I think due to the frequent absences of his Person. Mom and Mo both miss her. She stays in her room at her computer more than she used to. And She didn't come home with Mom tonight, and here it is 9 pm and no Redhead. Mo has his eyes glued to the door, and ever so often he sighs.

I wish things were like they used to be, with the Redhead and Mom watching TV, me in Mom's lap, and Mo off scouting for something to chew up...

A Day At the Park

Yesterday Mom gathered up the hated pink vests, leashes and us, and put us in the car. I had no idea where we were going, but didn't sweat it. I was having too much fun sniffing the cool air coming out of the vents.

Mo was scared to death. He was sure we were going to the vets, or worse to be boarded. He huddled up against Mom and shook.

We ended up at the dog park! I like the dog park. Now why, when we have so much great walking at home would we travel to the park to walk? Well, the Sister was in the people park across the road, running. So Mom decided to walk us while she waited.

Disappointingly, there was only one other dog at the park , and he left soon as we got there. I was kinda relieved since I had on that pink vest. He was a poodle with bows in his ears, so I took no gruff from him about my vest.

Mom couldn't find the other extending leash, so Mo was forced to use the pink one that won't let you walk out a ways. Ha, ha, it is even pinker than my vest. Mom felt sorry for Mo, so she attached him to me so he could have some freedom on leash. We had a good time sniffing around. We spied some guys playing disc golf, and some joggers, but no squirrels.

The park still looks wintry, but it was nice and warm yesterday. Soon the tress will get leaves and things will be bloomy again. Soon we will be taking our evening strolls on our own road, and seeing all those big spiders that come out at twilight, and skitter across the road. Such fun to chase!

Mo's freedom was rather short-lived at the park. Mom worried that my leash would break under the stress of both of us, and she would be faced with a Sophie's Choice-type of dilemma. If we both got loose, who would she save? The obvious choice of course, would be moi. But the thought of the dear Sister's love for Mo, plus her own considerable fondness for the Hairy Little Bone Stealer, made her think she best get his leash in her hand and avoid such a tragedy. So, rather than risk a calamity, we cut our walk short, re-claimed our girl, and came home.

For those canines still in the grip of winter and cold, take heart. Spring is coming.

My Birthday

Today I am 2. Mom made me have my picture made in a ridiculous birthday hat. But she rewarded me with a yummy birthday cake. Mo got some too. Why? It is not his birthday.

I also got 2 new toys, a hedgehog and a dog in a karate suit. It has a black belt and yells kee-yaa. Mo ran off with it as soon as Mom put it down.

Today is also my nephew's birthday. Happy Birthday Sawyer, Little Cowpoke!

A Little Courtesy If You Please

Some men came to work on a leaky faucet today, and to install a new sink in the laundry room. The Grandmother also came by to visit. Then more men came and took away the old washing machine, and gave us a new one.

Mo was a pill, barking and growling at everyone, even Grandmother. Mom finally put him in the Sister's room because he would not stop the racket. I was a perfect gentlepup, and welcomed each new arrival . Mo's manners are atrocious. I am glad Mom gave him a time-out.

Mo the Pest

Mom's lap is a little crowded these days. Her lap has always been my domain. I sit there whenever she sits at the computer. I jump on the couch and make the death-defying leap into her chair.

Mo has his nap place on one of the cushions on the couch. Except that lately he has been trespassing into my territory. Every time I get settled in for a nap, here comes Mo, jumping on top of me and rooting me out of my warm spot. Mom is delighted when he joins use, and refuses to allow me to scoot him off.

Why doesn't he go snuggle with his RedHead? I guess it's because of that rap music she plays in her room. I got trapped in her room once, and that music made my ears bleed.

Dad is fed up with Mo too. Mo ate his gardening shoes last week, and Dad asked Mom, "Can't you control that fur-covered colon?"

Tough Guys Wear Pink

We went to the vet today. I got my nails trimmed, no biggie.

Mo hates the vet. He sat in Mom's lap and shook the whole way there. He was such a wuss. He got a bordatella shot plus his nails done.

I was forced to wear the pink mesh halter jacket as I am everytime we go out. Mom is obsessed with pink. She thinks it is the best color. I don't particularly care what color I wear, but people think I'm a girl in that thing. Mom says tough guys wear pink. Oh, really? I've never seen Colyn or Zeus or Larry the Dude wearing pink. Sigh.

My Hobby

Let's face it, Yorkies are eye candy. As a breed, we present a rather dainty appearance, and I must admit, I am possessed of a plethora of good looks.
Yet I want to remind you, dear readers, that I am a terrier. I am a wild man.
Mom will hardly let me out of the house , due to my manly escapades.

Friends, I have rolled in things you would not go near with a ten foot leash.
Cow pies, horse plops, the carcasess of things so long dead I couldn't even tell you what they used to be.

Once, Mom was leaving me with my favorite niece for a weekend. She had me freshly bathed and smelling like lavender and baby powder when I stepped out of her taxi. While she unloaded my gear, I did a little nose-work and before you know it I was rolling on a ripe frog corpse. The frog was flat, having met his demise under the tires of one of the family vehicles, which made picking up his froggy fragrance a cinch. Before you know it, the girly smell was history and I reeked of decayed amphibian.

My victory was short-lived as Mom insisted on bathing me again. However, living in the country assures one an endless supply of interesting olfactory experiences, and I am confident I will soon be rolling in something pleasingly pungent.

News of the Day

A shoutout to Miss Bella- hers is the Dogster Diary of the Day. Mom loves reading about her and Larry the Dude. Way to go Girl, hubba hubba.

Also, A shoutout to Emma's Mom, Allie's Aunt, Miss Rachel, who is 16 years old today! Ra, you are a lovely girl, Happy Birthday from all of us here. And for pete's sake, get Emma on dogster girlfriend!

All In A Day's Work

It is snowing heaps at the moment. Mom says snow on the weekend is a waste since there is no school on the weekend.

Mom has been worrying about our food lately. She read here and on Yorkie Talk about what most dog food has in it. So she changed our food from a famous national brand not sold in grocery stores, to a food from a health food store.
I hope she doesn't turn into one of those health nuts who wouldn't offer a dog a bite of bacon on a bet. The new food is tasty, though and now she has us weaned completely off the old food. But there is a hitch - Mo has the squirts. Apparently his digestive system prefers chicken feet and cow intestines to bison and brown rice.

Dad and Austin have just returned from the farm. I don't know what Austin does out there, but I hope it beats what he does here. His watchdog skills are deplorable. Just this week a giantess visited us, along with another smaller dog. Austin gave not a single bark of protest at these interlopers on our property. Mom opened the door, allowing me to seize the opportunity to send the giantess and her cohort fleeing in terror. Just suppose I had not gotten out? Mom could have been eaten! I must say, she did seem a tad ungrateful in light of my heroics. When she finally caught up with me as I was chasing the potential Mom-eater, she snatched me up and marched me grimly back home. Mom was talking to me, but she was panting so hard, and I was so busy barking off that goofball Austin that I completely missed whatever she was saying. I am sure she was thanking me for saving her.

Glad it's Over

I thought Valentine's Day was something good. I sent many of my friends a rosette to celebrate. I couldn't wait until Mom got home. Then when she got home, she didn't even pick me up. She scurried around the kitchen, took the Sister to church, came home, cleaned up the kitchen, took a shower, went back to church to get the Sister. I didn't even get any lap time until nearly 9 pm. Valentine's Day should be called Ignore Your Dog Day.

Little Brother Woes

Why is it when Mom gives me and Mo each a bully stick, Mo runs upstairs and hides his in the Sister's room, then comes down and distracts me and steals mine? Which he then proceeds to gnaw with great enjoyment right in front of me. He used to hop into Mom's lap and give her a kiss, thereby forcing me to take action. Somehow, every time I chased him out of her lap, he ended up with my stick. So, I wised up, and I now ignore his overtures to Mom, although it takes a good deal of self-control
Now he is on to Plan B. He gets one of my special toys, and pretends to be having a ball tossing it up and playing with it. I get interested in spite of myself, and before I know it, I am bully-stickless.
It also gets on my nerves how he barks and growls at Dad. Doesn't he know who brings home the kibble around here?
He is annoying, but come to think of it, it would get pretty lonely around here when my humans are gone, if it wasn't for Mo. He helps me bark at the mail truck, and at Austin when he's out digging up the yard. So I guess I can put up with him. Guess I'll go get that For Sale sticky note off his back.

Odds and Ends

First of all, let me congratulate the Hairy Little Bone Stealer: His diary was one of Today's Picks for Saturday. Of course, I have been on dogster longer than he, but I will rise above such an injustice and just say "Way To Go Mo".

As you can see from my pictures, I am trying to grow my hair out. The groomer butchered my hair on my last visit.

My cousin Allie, a beautiful warr-ma-rainer has joined dogster. Welcome Allie!

Mom gave me a new bully stick when she got home. The other 8 or 9 have somehow found their way into my Sister's room...

That goofy Mo ate raw potatoes yesterday. Then he threw up. He is such a dork.

It isn't Easy Being Adorable

I am so pooped today. Everynight, when we go to bed, I snuggle up to Dad who is a real hottie. Mom waits until she thinks I am good and asleep, and then moves me over next to her. She says she afraid Dad will squash me. Ha! I know she just wants me to sleep next to her.
Last night Mom and Dad seemed to be in a "pet the dog" contest. First I'd wake up with Mom rubbing my ears, then Dad would be petting my head. This went on off and on all night. People! I know you love me, but can't a guy just get some sleep?

Tortured!

This week Mom has done a rotten thing to Mo and me. She has left yummy smelling stuff cooking in a pot on 2 different days. Doesn't she have any idea that enduring those delectable odors is torture? And all we have to eat is dry kibble. I must admit she and Dad both share with us after they eat, but does that make up for making us drool all day?
I think all day cooking pots should be banned. Or at least placed where we can make sure everything is cooking properly, by doing a few taste tests.

The Way It Goes

Today started out promisingly enough. Mom came back home after she took the sister to school. She went back to bed, although she kept getting up and coughing over the porcelain water bowl. She wouldn't let Mo and me wrestle on the bed, nor would she allow us to play keep-away with the towel she had over her eyes. She was no fun at all, but we felt it our duty to stay with her. We played with our squeeky toys, and had an all around fun morning, despite Mom's distracting groans.
Finally Mom fell asleep, and Mo and I joined her for a nice nap. After the sister came home, Mom got out the carpet-sucker machine. I am afraid of that thing and so is Mo. I watched from the top of the couch, while Mo cowered in the sister's arms. As if that wasn't enough trauma for one night, then Mom gave us baths. Or more accurately showers. I don't understand this obsession humans have with bathing. They do it every single day, sometimes twice a day in summer. It seems like just when they are beginning to smell somewhat interesting, they ruin it. I like sniffing the sister and Dad after they have been to the farm. Someday I would like to go there like Austin does, but Mom is afraid a horse might step on me.
Speaking of Austin, I do not like it when Mom goes out to play with him. She isn't supposed to play fetch with him! That's our game! And then the big lug jumps up and puts his big paws on her shoulders. I bark frantically, trying to tell Mom to let me out and I will kick some big dog butt, but she won't. She says I have to stay inside because of the cold, but I know she is just afraid I will inflict major damage on that Mom-stealer.

Blue Monday

Mom went back to work today. I made her pick me up while she was sitting in front of her mirror rubbing stuff on her face. I climbed on her chest and put my head on her shoulder. I hate Mondays.

A Cold Saturday

Today my Mom and I did some serious cuddling. She stayed home most of the day except for that taxi job she runs for the sister. We played fetch some, and Mom got a little miffed at me because I played so rough during keep-away. Her version is a gentle little tug on the toy, accompanied by sweet-talk and kisses on the top of the head. Trouble is, the last week or so, I've been playing with Dad, and his version is rough and tumble. He even lets me bite him on the hand, and just laughs. Well, I got excited and was a little too rough with Mom. I keep forgetting she's just a girl, not a tough guy like me and Dad.
Once today when Mom got up, I thought she was leaving and I nipped her ankle! I was trying to grab her pants leg, honest. She had on these soft pants. Her pants are usually stiff. I'm sorry I nipped her, but did she have to call me a "Varmit?" I hung my head, but she laughed and told me it was OK. I am glad she doesn't hold a grudge like some people. Mo was mad all evening because I gathered all the bully sticks up and put them in Mom's lap before I took my afternoon siesta. Hey, who has every single toy I got for Christmas up in his room?
The sister almost caused me to have a major injury this week. She was teaching Mo to sit, and when she finished with him, she decided to try to teach me to sit. She took me out of Mom's lap, and put me on my back to "show me who's boss." I stayed still until she let go, and I made a bee-line for Mom. jumped from the couch to her chair, which I do a hundred times a day. In my panic I misjudged the distance and fell like a rock! Fortunately Mom's blanket broke my fall. That girl is dangerous! She laughed, but Mom picked me up and soothed my inner dog with lots of kisses and ear rubbing.

Snow Day

Today for some reason Mom didn't get up early. It was great sleeping in. Anyhow, after Dad left and it got light out, the sister got up and let Mo out of her room. That skunk Mo came into our room and tried to kiss Mom, but I saved her ! I chased him downstairs and we looked outside because so light out. There was all this white stuff everywhere! What's up with that? Can I eat it?
Mom left and while she was gone, Mo and I spent the time constructively shredding a paper towel he found in the kitchen. Later Mom came home. She played fetch with us, but Mo doesn't get it- he doesn't know you have to bring the toy back so she'll throw it again. He grabs it and runs upstairs, the pea-brain.
It's time for me to assume the position (get in Mom's lap). I hope we go to bed soon. I'm beat. Dad is already in bed and he's been calling for me to come play with him. Doesn't he know I must stay with Mom? I hope he's still awake when we go up. I do like to play with him, although Mom scolds him and says he gets me too hyper to sleep. I think I'll just snuggle down and check my eyelids for pinholes while Mom works at the computer.