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!

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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 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.

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...

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.

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.

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