Snow Rocks

I spent the day napping on Mom's shoulder, my head snuggled against her neck. It was blissful. I hope the snow never melts.

Snow Day

Yesterday it snowed a long time, and now the ground outside is still coated. It is very cold, and Mo and I are glad for our Christmas sweaters. I am so happy Mom and the Sister are staying home today.

Mom made the Sister a waffle, but she didn't share with us. We did share Mom's breakfast, coconut cake.

The new bullies we got for Christmas are horribly stinky. When we order bullies from Westbrook Dog, they smell just like well- cooked beef. But Mom wanted the bullies for us for Christmas, and Westbrook Dog was closing for the holidays, so she ordered from another company. They delivered promptly, but those bullies are so gross.
Of couse, we like the bullies anyway...

Happy New Year

We are spending New Year's Eve cuddling and watching Hotel For Dogs. I like 2010 already.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas morning we each got a new toy. The little dogs got a small rope toy, but I got a stuffed bear. I love it, and I use it to demonstrate to Mom how fierce I am. I grab it and shake it wildly, growling to show I mean business. We also got new sweaters, made of super soft fleece. Mo and mine are baby blue with white dots, and Joy's tiny one is pink with white dots.

Mom put on our new sweaters and said we looked adorable. But then while she was loading the car with gifts to take to Grandmother's, Mo and I escaped the house. We ran wildly all over the yard, and in the woods. It was great. There had been a huge wind the night before and there were sticks everywhere. The ground and grass were sopping wet, and soon our new sweaters were also. When Mom caught us and took us inside, the new sweaters had to be taken off to the laundry.
We are smart pups, are we not? Joy did not escape, and so she still has to wear her sweater, but ours is lost in the recesses of the laundry basket. With luck, those sweaters will go the way of socks, and never be seen again!

Basketball Jazz

The sister is doing the cheerleader thing again this year, which combined with Christmas has made the mom shortage reach crucial levels. So last Friday night, Mom took me to the game with her. I wore my blue down vest and my festive christmas collar. I refused to sit in Mom's lap at the game. I insisted on being held against her chest, so I could be up high enough to see everything. I also could rest my head on her shoulder when I got tired.

The game was very exciting and I made tons of new friends.

December 14, 2009

Well, the arrival of the tree has heralded the Mom shortage I knew was coming. She is not available for the lap time these days. She comes home late and works until time for bed. Bah humbug.

I owe poor Joy an apology. I didn't see her huddled under Mom's shirt last week. I am sorry I jumped on top of you Sis. But you know you were in my spot!

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.