Tully's Tale

new wrassle move

birthday schmirthday...I don't feel a day over 3.

What's really exciting is my new wrassling move in which I have my sister on her back and sit on her face while I figure out which thrashing limb to grab onto.

Now that's what I call fun.

now it's personal

oh, sure it's all fun and games when we're playin' and chasing...no one told me that crabs can grab your nose and won't let go even when you're runnin' around pawin' at them!!

ouch!

Mom and dad stopped laughing long enough to remove the crustatian and find out that it was my pride that took the biggest hit before they started up again.

That is one dead crab.

close call

mom went away and put dad in charge of our daily routine and well being.

How could that happen?!

Oh sure, he fed us, took us on walks, talked to us, slept with us, gave me tummy rubs...

~whatever~

Where is MOM!?!?

Thank dog she is back...I barely survived.

let me rock you

Our new puppy neighbor has found a way to get through the fence. Obviously she finds us irresistable. Mom thinks she looks a little like our pal Daisy
at the rainbow bridge. She is so sweet and spunky.

She makes me play with her!!

She is...Shaka Khan :o)

this place is going to the frogs

Where we live now it is dark at night, real dark...no streetlights dark.
So when mom lets us out for our last "growler" (that's dad's word for potty, but that is a whole other story) you can't see a darn thing. With a flip of the switch a little chunk of the back yard is in the spotlight and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Yes, that's right...
frogs. Big honkin' frogs.

Usually about 10 of the freaky things freeze in place and stand at attention like some collection of mutant garden decorations. I know they want me to chase their jumpy butts across the lawn, but for some reason mom is not up with that idea. I just get told to leave them.

So they just stare, like a game of amphibious chicken, (isn't that what they are suppose to taste like?) daring me to do something. When you sniff at them they just hunker down and act like they are about to explode. That might be fun. Then I could roll in it. But no. Apparently we are supposed to peacefully coexist. Where's the fun in that.

There goes the neighborhood.

mommas little drama girl

Thank dog that this move didn't involve crates, planes and long stretches without seeing mom. I'm good as long as I can keep my eye on her. If she leaves I just wait patiently for her return. But if I know she's somewhere around and I can't see her...

...rrrrooooooooooooo...
where ...rrrrrryyoooooooooooooouuu...
I'm dyin' here......rrrrrroooooooooooo...

It's really quite dramatic.

I♥tummy rubs

When I'm being subtle about it I will casually drift over and sink into the floor, ever so slowly lifting my back paw for easy rubbing access. Then again I have been known to throw myself down with beseeching puppy eyes and dare anyone to resist rubbing my tummy.

You know you want to.

I'm around here somewhere

I am SHOCKED that mom could let me go three months, not that anyone is counting, without a diary woof. How could this happen!

I have been very busy, yeah, busy, doing...really important, yeah, important...um...things!

Now I am so upset that I can't even remember all the REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS I have been doing for the last THREE MONTHS!

Thanks mom.

a happy ending

Mom took us to the dog park the other day and saw a couple bring a dog they had just adopted from the Humane Society into the park. The dog was an airdale/hound mix, the kind used by hunters here to go after wild pigs. She was very skinny, looked like she had pups not too long ago and was so timid and shy. She had scars on her back and ears. Mom started to chat with them to find out more about their new dog and heard this story:

They had been hiking way out in the boonies and found this dog who was starving, no food, no water, probably either abandoned by a pig hunter (who are allowed to use dogs) or lost while hunting. She had been alone out there for who knows how long. They brought her back with them and turned her in to the Humane Society 5 days before. They were now picking her up and getting ready to fly her to their home in San Diego. They were a tourist couple on vacation who had made the decision to adopt a sweet, abandoned hound dog and give her a good life.

Made mom want to cry...she loves happy endings.

Dear Sandy Paws,

Could you please put a squeaker in Scouts tail so when I latch on it is more fun for me?

Mahalo big guy,
the T-bear

poop de grâce

Sometimes when I am done with my deposit I vigorously kick grass over the vanquished pile as if to say:

Take that poop! I am done with you!

You should try it sometime. It is quite satisfying.

four and fabulous

That's right!
Four years ago I was a squirmy little blob of fur, pushing for a place at the maternal food line, waiting to see what the world had in store for me. The first two years...eh...not so great. Those early efforts to make me into a show dog didn't pan out too well. I really didn't get to bloom until my REAL family came along and I discovered the true fabulosity of my life.

F-fun every day
A-all the walks a dog could ask for
B-bunches of beds to lounge and sleep in
U-unlimited toys and squeakies
L-loving mom and dad
O-outstanding tummy rubbin' , back scritches and lovin's daily
S-scout sista to play with
I-intelligent, amusing and entertaining pals
T-treats for tricks
Y-yummy food

This is one happy four year old.

tigger tully

When I play with toys I don't run,
I BOUNCE!

are you done with that?

I will eat fast and then lick my bowl clean.
Scout will still be eating.
I will lick my bowl again, just to make sure there is not a speck of delicious morsel left.
Scout will still be eating.
I will go to the living room, pause and return to my bowl to check if I have overlooked anything to lick.
Scout will still be eating.
I will go get a drink of water and lick my bowl again with my wet drippy chin.
Scout will finally be done and then I will go over and lick her bowl until it is licked as spotlesslyclean as mine.

I wait until she is done. I am thoughtful that way.

sleep wagging

I wag my tail in my sleep.
Mom wonders if I am dreaming of her, but it is really that sublime moment when Scout walks away from her antler and I get to chew on it.

eau de Tullette

dog park day...whoo hooo!

runnin'...smellin'...grazin'...rollin'...chasin'... wrasslin'...poopin'...swimmin'...

"ew...wet dog smell."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello lady! You're at a dog park!! If the smell of my wet happiness does not suit you, perhaps you would like to go elsewhere!

Besides...you say that like it's a bad thing.

a most excellent adventure

Geez, it took FOREVER for mom and dad to get back and pick us up from The Resort Where They Gave Us Can Food. You have to love a place that paid enough attention to my poop to change my diet when they realized a chicken ingredient (which mom had told them didn't agree with me) had been sneaked in and upset my delicate system. Once they served lamb and rice instead... make that canned garçon...everything came out just fine :o)

With a little vacation left, the real fun began when we got to test drive a couple of kayaks so mom and dad could see if there was enough room for us furkids to ride in the front. You can see me in the pic with Hanalei Bay in the background.

Oh yeah!

I have gotten to be quite the water pup in the last few months so this time I was ready for it! Still, I had a little trouble getting my sea legs as I couldn't seem to understand that we could move on the water without me using my feet! And with Scout jumpin' back and forth between the kayaks, I'm pretty sure she was the reason I fell in at least twice.

She may have the edge on me in the water, but I'm pretty sure I can kick her bootie once we hit the sand!

A most excellent adventure!

shake a leg

I'm not really one for tricks. Treats! ...ohyeah, but performance, not so much.

Dad has been trying to get me to hand over my paw in exchange for a treat and it just hasn't been that interesting to me. But then mom asks...boing...up pops the paw.

This was confounding the the dad who felt that he had done all the prep work and gotten none of the glory. So the next time he asks me to shake, I paused, leaned to one side and offered him my back foot.

You should've seen the look on his face!

um...no

Jay-Lo, I think not!

Personally I think I'm more like Jennifer Aniston; a little on the blondie side, cute, sweet, shy, caring, not prone to dramatic gestures or extravagances, happy to be with my pack of "friends".

Now if Jennifer also enjoyed eating grass, rolling in smelly stuff and pooping outside, I'd say it was a spot on match.

nobody asked, but...

fyi...

Four Jobs I Have Had:

1. Showdog...didn't care for it so I retired early
2. Spazzy Welcome Wagon
3. Licker Extraordinaire
4. Head of the Poo Theology School (POOTS) at the Loo-vre Pooseum

Four Places I Have Lived

1. Coos Bay, Oregon for the first two years
2. Roseburg, Oregon (yippee!! with my furever family!)
3. Kauai, Hawaii (geez, how'd I get here?!)
4. ??? who knows ???

Four Places I Have Been

1. Being driven to dog shows in Oregon
2. Redding, CA...grandma!
3. Kayaking in Bandon, OR
4. In the cargo hold of Hawaiian Airlines on a one way ticket from Portland, OR to Honolulu, HI

Four Places I Would Rather Be:

1. With the momma all the time
2. On da beach!
3. Eatin' grass at the dog park, mmm-mmm
4. RIGHT HERE!

Paws out!

the tao of Poo

"Well, what do you think about Poo?"
"Think about what?"
"The tao of Poo, of course."
"The how of Poo?"
"Do we have to go through that again?"
"Go through what again?"
""The tao of Poo."
"What's the Tao of Poo?"
"You know - the Poo Way, That Sort of Poo, Poo’s entry into the world, smellin’ the Poo, Loo-vre Pooseum art appreciation Poo, bustin’ a grumpy Poo, fresh doggie biscuit Poo, and all that."
"Oh."
"That's the tao of Poo."
"Oh."
"How would you describe it?"
"Well ... this just came to me,"…"I'll sing it to you."
"All right."
"Now, then ... (erhum),"

To know the Way,
We go the Way;
We poo the Way
The way we poo
The things we poo.
It's all there in back of you,
But if you try too hard to see it,
You'll only become Confused.

I am me,
And you are you,
As you can see;
But when you see
The things that you can poo,
You will find the Way,
And the Poo will flow through you.

"That's what I think it is."
"Perfect,"
"But you know, don't you ..."
"Know what?"
"It's the same thing."
"Oh, so it is."

(borrowed from Benjamin Hoff and liberally reworded by Tully :0)

wrasslemania

In my school of wrassling the best parts to grab are the tail and the scruff of the neck. To wit: The tail being a very effective way of making sure that your victim...I mean playmate, does not run off before you are done with them. The scruff being an excellent means to pull them down and maul them once they are at your mercy on their backs. Sound effects are also critical. You either want to sound like a racoon chainsaw, really scares the opponent, or be silent and focused, also unnerving.

My sister did not go to the same wrassling school and therefore her choice of parts to grab is really quite puzzling. She goes for the ear...hello! And the leg...do I look like a drumstick? So even though she starts it 9 times out of 10, she ends up defending her tail by low running around with it tucked up between her legs or on her back fending off my superior technique.

Smackdown!

Get in T-R-O-U-B-L-E

oh dog, did I ever!

It was a lovely day of hiking and beach walking. Scout and I were running around the surf, climbing rocks and wrestling on the beach. It was a close to perfect as a dogs day can be.

Then I saw a big lumpy thing laying on the beach and became fascinated, obsessed even. We walked by but since I was on leash going over to sniff wasn't an option. They thought that when we were far enough away it was safe to let us run around again. Little did they know that I had plans. At first I just eased down the beach a bit, then a bit more. Then I pretended I couldn't hear, then I flat out ran down the beach to check out the snoozin' seal. I was sure he wanted to play with me!

So mom is running down the beach yelling commands that I was bound and determined to ignore in my quest to befriend the pinniped. It was all for naught as the fat grumpy guy rebuffed my advances and went back into the water. And me, well, lets just say that mom and dad were not happy with me.

So my friends, let this serve as a cautionary tale: Seals are OFF LIMITS and they are not very fun either.

Happy Annifursary to Me!

One year ago this month my life changed furever when I came to live with my sister and mom&dad. A whole world I never knew existed opened up for me...playing, toys, treats, tummyrubs, cuddles, squeakies, dog parks, running off leash and lovelovelovelove!
It was a Happy Day!
How does one little dog express the sheer joy of being part of a loving family?
It's in my eyes when I gaze adoringly.
It's in my eagerness to please.
It's in my sighs when I snuggle.
It's in my need to just be close enough to touch.
It's in my crazy dance when they come home again.
It's in my vibrating excitement when I'm getting ready to go on a walk.
It's in the way I will lay down and wait to find out what mom will do next.
It's in my wagging tail when they tell me I'm a good girl.
It's in the playfulness that has replaced the timidity.
It's in the liberal dispensing of kisses.
Yeah, I'm a happy dog now and I'm singin'...
Oh Happy Annifursary to me!

Can't hold my licker

Yes-siree-dog, I have a licker problem. I can't seem to stop myself. I'll think to myself, com'on Tully, just for today, you don't need it...you don't have to do it! Then I see a tempting nostril, the inviting arch of a foot or alluring perfume of a toe and before I know it, it's licker time!

If I'm happy...lick!
I'm sad...lick!
To celebrate...lick!
Anxious...lick!
Excited...lick!
To relax...lick!
When mom comes out of the shower just to make sure she knows I'm thinking of her...lick!

When I lick, all is well with the world. Maybe that's not such a bad thing.

*lick*

Don't stop!

It's taken me a little longer to warm up to the dad guy than to mom. He was a little scary! He is bigger, louder, offers less treats when I do something good and smells funny. (Mom told me to include that last one, but it's true.) And lets face it, Scout is just an attention hog.

Lately though he and I have had some quality bonding time. Today we were laying around and he was rubbing my tummmmmmmmmmy.
Then he stopped.
Without opening my eyes I poked him with my leg.
More tummy rubbing.
Stopped.
Poked.
Tummy.
Stopped.
Poked.
Tummy.

He's a little stubborn, but definitely trainable. I think he'll work out okay after all.

Unleashing my inner puppy

Now I am usually a rather shy and unassuming girl. As a pup I had a very limited world. I was born in an Oregon coastal town, but mom doubts I ever set eyes much less paws on the beach there. Since I came to live with mom and dad and Scout I have been learning to relax, to play and to, well, just be a dog.

But something has been happening since we got to our new big dog house. First, there is water everywhere! And what is even better is that the sand next to the water must have some kind of disinhibiting quality. Something that speaks to the pup that didn't get a chance to play like a puppy should.

Who knew that being on the beach would bring out the playful, happy, wild side of my timid and subdued personality! I'm swimming in the ocean...running around like a maniac...sending sand flying in my wake and down my moms pants...kickin' my sisters sandy butt.

It makes me feel so h*a*p*p*y!

My inner puppy says...I LOVE THE BEACH!!

Aloha, here we come!

I have it on the best authority that in just little over a week I will be planting my furry little behind in the beach sands of paradise. Yup, I will be an official Beach Babe. I'll be checking out the dog park, oogling the surfer big dogs and being restrained from chasing wild chickens.

Ahhh, that will be the life.

So if I don't write for awhile you will know I am making the difficult transition from Oregon's cold, foggy rain to Hawaii's warm, sunny tropics.

Wish me luck!
Aloha!

Pheromone Phiasco

I must be smelling particularly alluring these days because I can't seem to go out in public without some randy pup wanting to throw a leg over me. This has happened three times in the last 2 weeks!

Hello...I am neutered!

They also seem to be a rather inept lot since in addition to being oblivious to my indifference, they are either three times my size or, in the case of one little guy, totally off the mark.

Admittedly I am rather cute in a girly, hairy, terriery sort of way, but these guys just don't get that I am not interested! My quiet resistance is not consent but a silent plea for someone to pull the brute off of me!

Can't we just be friends?

Tagged with a brussel ball o' love!

My pal Jack loves me!! He threw a big green brussel ball to demonstrate the depth of his affection. So sweet...

So here are The Rules: tag three of your pals and write why they deserve to be love tagged! Direct them to your diary to find out why they are so special and for the rules.

Now I get to throw out some love to dogs I think are particularly lovable!

Cujo
This little guy is full of spunkiness and perserverance. Nothing slows him down and there isn't anything he can't do. His adorability quotient is off the charts. You can't help but smile at his photogenic face and his larger than life 'tude.

Kenny
This cutie pie stands out for his humor...he makes me laugh! What more could you want in a man? Well, the scruffy handsomeness is also very attractive.

Ziggy Marley
Ziggy and his family have been through a lot this year after losing a dear, sweet little brother. Ziggy is bouncing back and embracing life once again...with a cat!? Hey, love is love...Go Ziggy!

Keep the love ball rolling!

good girl good

So I'm looking for good ways to cheer up mom since she has been a little stressed out and in the dumps:
I'm talking doggie kisses good;
Looking irresistably cute good;
Gazing adoringly into her eyes good.

The other day on our walk though I thought I had really found something so good it would snap mom right out of her funk (that would be the bad kind of funk, not the roll-in-it good kind of funk.) So I picked it up and trotted up to her happily presenting a very flat, stiff piece of snake...
nothing beats road kill good.
I think it worked if you go by the scream of delight that came from her!

That's Tully-bear good!

a sad time

I haven't had too much to say lately as my paws have been full trying to comfort mom.

First we dropped dad off at some place where BIG birds were flying in and out of...and we haven't seen him since!! I guess we won't be seeing him again until sometime in October. Mom's been trying to keep us busy, but I can tell she misses him. (Just like I miss her if she is gone for more than 5 minutes.)

Then we found out that our pal Daisy lost her fight with cancer. It has been so very sad. Mom has been leaking salt water. Even when she is leaking I think she has been grateful for every minute she has with us.

There is no dog like Daisy dog.

We will always remember you.

sticker shock

Here it is.

It was sprinkling this morning when we went on our walk.
Fine so far.
We tried a new nature trail.
Fine so far.
I ran around, checking stuff out, having fun.
Fine so far.
I felt kinda itchy, but oh well!
Fine so far.
At the end of the trail Mom looked down and could not believe that her eyes were telling her it looked like I had more stickers than fur! OMD!, I had picked up EVERY sticker on that trail and brought it home with me!

I was one big sticker and mom was in shock!

She spent the next hour combing me out. I was a very good girl and made like a boneless chicken so mom could return me to my natural stickerless state.

I can state with certainty that I will never see that trail again.

So it goes.

Reality BT

I came *thisclose* to grabbing a real little squeaky varmit on our nature walk the other day!! It was like a whack-a-mole game only in real life! They pop their heads out and then run squeaking into little holes that I could only fit my head into...or I would have gone in after them! There were so many holes to investigate but I was ready to wait all day for those cheeky critters to show themselves.

Mom had other ideas.

Mom!!, Don't you understand...this is what I am hardwired to do!! My little Border soul really really wants to catch furry vermin. It is my vocation, my passion, my calling!!

Treat did you say?

Nevermind!
Who wants fur in their teeth anyway...

Water is for drinking.

Here is what water is good for:
Drinking when I am thirsty,
storing in my whiskers to drip across the floor and wipe on my mom or dads arm,
growing green grass for me to eat.
Period.

Water is not good for:
Bathing me when I smell just fine, thank you,
swimming in...if my feet can't touch the ground, it ain't happenin,
floating on top of...too easy to fall in...see above,
falling on top of me, it's above and below!!,
laying in...despite what Scout tells you.
Nuf said.

I'm IT!

It's dogster craziness! I have been so tagged!
Thanks Daisy!

Okay, here are THE RULES:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their Diary the rules & their SEVEN (7) pawsome facts. Then choose SEVEN (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!

Seven Funstastic Facts about Tully:

1. I was a show dog for the first two years of my life, but apparently didn't have the right stuff...which means I FINALLY got to be a pet. About time.
2. I am IN LOVE with my mom. I have uncontrollable spaz outs when she comes home...comes back inside...comes out of the bathroom I miss her so much.
3. I run FAST with a little cheetah bounce in my backside. I have run so fast that once my back almost passed my front!
4. I didn't know how to play with toys, but I'm catching up fast!! I love to bite *sqeakies* and
}}shake{{ those rats...I mean toys.
5. I travel when I go to the bathroom. I can't seem to stay and deliver in one place. Mom loves tracking down my poops.
6. I am fast to eat dinner and slow to eat treats. I have to watch out so my sister doesn't steal them from me after she has woofed hers down.
7. I love to zoomie around after my sister, but only after she has provoked me beyond all that his howly.

Who's IT next?
Moses
Roxie Carrera
Jake
Duke Sparkler
Charlie Whiskers
Riley
Alvin

Go dogs!

waterworld

Little did I know what was in store for me when I was fitted into that little yellow padded jacket. Eh, people are weird; I humor them cause they have the food.

I still hadn't figured it out when we pulled up to the park and dad started to inflate this big...dog bed? There was plenty of lucious grass to keep me busy, so I really didn't even see it coming. By the time they pushed that thing into the water with all of us on top...whoa!!...it was too late!

At first being in the front was kind of fun..."I'm king of the world!"...

*splash*

"dog overboard!"

I really didn't want to go in the water, but I couldn't seem to keep my legs under me, the dang thing kept moving!! Fall in, get plucked out, fall in, get plucked out. Do I look like I've had swimming lessons?! Thank dog for the handle on the back of my jacket.

Now I've seen my sister jump in the water before, but everyone knows she's a crazed maniac. She actually thinks this kind of thing is fun. Well, maybe I do too...but don't tell anyone.

I really liked running on the beach much, much better.

Discovery Days

I have discovered the most amazing things!

There are fuzzy objects around the house that make high pitched sounds when I bite them! Why hadn't anybody told me about this before? I can SQUEAK toys! I love that!!

Oh, and I also love running full tilt into my sister when she is not looking. Ha! I should be a linebacker.

I have also discovered that it doesn't pay to eat your sisters barf, no matter how delicious it smells.

I'm off to discover some more...later dogs...

Takin' care of business

I am a funny little dog.
Or so I'm told.

My personality quirks and affectations seem to have a humorous impact on the people around me. I am assured they are laughing with me and not otherwise.

Now don't ask me why I have to be on the move whilst taking care of business (that would be #2), but I do. Maybe I was chased by wild dogs and had to go on the run. Who knows. I don't imagine you recall the development of your particular, or peculiar, bathroom habits either.

But since I have caught on to the whole lavatory location program it has become an altogether more pleasant experience. First I get to go outside with my all time favorite mom person. Then, after sniffing out j u s t the right spot, I quickly swing my hind end over the precise location, assume the position with a look of intense concentration and then crawl, crab-like, over the ground, making 2-3 deposits over a the course of several feet. If all comes out well, a treat follows. A most satisfactory conclusion.

I feel all light and frisky afterward and typically go back in and dive bomb my sister. Yup...takin' care of business...every day!

Spazzing out!

No more alien abductions, I'm pleased to report. I have also found out that I kinda like playing with my sister! I only grab her tail when it's waving in front of me. Honest.

And the human training program is going along really well! I get fed, treated, toileted, walked, petted and tummy rubbed with very satisfying frequency. Oh, there are occasional lapses when the mom or dad must be corrected as to proper terrier etiquette, but they are quick learners.

The one thing I can't get mom to understand though is the necessity of spazzing out when she gets home...or comes downstairs...or back in from outside...or out of the bathroom...or...whenever I MISS HER!
She tries to get me to calm down, but no way jose. It's a ritual of welcoming that displays the sheer joy and exuberance I feel at her return into my presence.

How else would she know I miss her?

Alien abduction!

I believe my recent experience can only be explained as alien abduction!

First there was that introductory a**l probe (and you KNOW what I mean!) Then I was transported back, knocked out, and dog knows what indignities my little furry body was subjected to. I awoke, groggy and disoriented, to find a line of stiches on my tummy!!

Where's mom?!, who I'm not sure I'm liking too much right now anyway. Still, my choices are limited, so I'm pretty happy to see her when she liberates me from the space ship. Even so, I think she was probably replaced by a pod person since all she was doing was trying to get me to CALM DOWN and be still. Let her try to be quiet after alien experimentation!

Then she takes me back to the ship!! Holy mother of dog, I cannot get a break! The head alien checks the experiment site and declares that my uncontrollable activity has caused a probable blood clot, which explained the big lump on my previously pristine tummy. Hey, don't blame this on me space invader!

All I know is that I want to stop this madness and just get down to being a dog, thanks very much.

We're going where?

You see, I have led a very sheltered life: Crate, yard, shows, repeat. Not a lot of variety, not a lot of adventure, not a lot of...
you're putting that thermometer where?!? That's right!, no visits to the VET! Nobody warned me!! I'm a sensitive, emotional girl and since being stressed negatively impacts my ability to eat treats, I couldn't even enjoy that aspect of the experience! Fortunately I came out with a clean bill of health. Whew. Now what do they mean by "spay?" Hmmm.

We also went on my first visit to the dog park. Mom wasn't sure about how I was going to do and tried to go when there were just a couple other dogs. We started out with 2 dogs, but at one point there was about 8 doggies running around. I did great and had so much fun!! I stuck pretty close to her while watching my sister be a raving lunatic. At some point though I couldn't contain myself and had to chase my sister around the park. It felt so good to cut loose! I had to go back to mom for frequent check ins, but I met a lot of nice dogs.

Mom says I have a little bouncy lift in my rear that makes me look like a little cheetah when I run. Is that good?
You know what, it's all good!

Coming Home

Let me just say how rear end wiggling happy I am to be here! I have a home and two people that seem to think I'm pretty cute and give me lots of attention and LOVE. I adore that almost as much as TREATS! I have a sister that looks like me and is trying to show me the ropes. I am especially smitten with the mom person. She rocks.

My first two years were not horrible, but they certainly were not what I would consider happy either. I was to be a show dog, so I lived with the breeder/handler, not my owner. She had about 5 other doggies too, so I spent a lot of time in a crate, or outside or being trained for dog shows. I was the low dog on the totem pole, so other dogs weren't always so nice to me. I don't think I did so great on the showing either,maybe my heart wasn't in it, because they retired me after a couple years. I tend to get car sick on long rides and really all I want is to be loved (and fed!)

When it came time to stop showing, my owner could not take me and I needed to find a place to go.
Oh no! :-o
The breeder wanted to make sure I found a good home and she told the people that took my sister, Scout, about me. They weren't sure they were ready to take on another dog, but after just a day or two with me, how could they resist?!?!

I do have some issues that I'm sure I will be able to work out in time. I wasn't sure about the whole where and when to go to the bathroom thing, but I am catching on fast. I am a very submissive, shy girl. High energy dogs freak me out a little bit. I don't know what to do with toys. They freak me out a little. My sister is a playing maniac and she freaks me out a little. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but she wants to PLAY WITH ME NOW! and I just want to relax and soak up the love.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna like it here.