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Mollie's tail...

Revenge on the C A T.....

Things round here have been innerstin the last couple a dayz. The udder day, momma brought up the stuffies that used ta be in her car. Well, onna em was a funny stuffed cat that Auntie Deb gave me when we were leavin Tobermory waaaayyyy back. I never harmed that cat the whole time in was in the car, which I guess, is purdy normal fur me.

So....momma kinda tosses the funny cat ta me. It really had really long legs an ....well let's jus bark that it had long legs. I ripped inta that thing in no time. Momma left the room fur jus a few minutes when poppa went in ta tell er it was shredded. Momma's wishin she'd taken a picture of it befur given it ta me cuz when the fluff was picked up off the floor, she saw me wif my prized squeaky. I have soooo much fun wif it an she don't have ta take it from me. It's the biggest squeaky I ever got from a stuffy. It's kinda shaped like a cuz but not as thick as one. I even like ta sleep wif it, snort, snort. Momma said she'll post a pic of it, when she get's back on her own puter. That's a whole udder story.

Yesterday, poppa had some friends come over so he could record them. They sing tagether in a band an poppa was gonna do all the recordin, like he does fur Drew. Momma always calls him a geek but I think that's a good thing.

When momma came downstairs after wakin up, her mood went from "it's such a bootiful day" to ......... well let's jus say it stawted when her puter was dead. It was so dead it was even gettin poppa furusterated. Once again, he had ta take out somethin called a hard drive an get all momma's important stuff off it. It's gonna be some time befur she has her's back.

So momma went onta her tasks, tidyin up the house an cleanin the blankets on the furniture....oh yeh....an vacuumin. Momma says she suspects it's somethin ta do wif our electricity over heatin em but poppa checked the outlets an says their not too high. Well momma was happy she stawted that pawt the night befur cuz she'd never get it done udderwise.

She was gettin so furusterated as each one died or wouldn't work at all. She even opened the door an tossed the one outside ta cool off. Pawsonally, I think she needed ta toss herself out there ta cool off cuz I thought she was losin it, snort, snort.

When poppa's friends got here, I was soooo excited. There was five a them an I only met one befur. But I found out purdy quick that they all loved dawgs. Even when I escaped inta where poppa was recordin an knockin things wif my tail, they all jus loved me more. Onna them....momma called her Danise...kept sayin how bootiful I was. She has a chocolate lab at home named Mocha an she said me an Mocha have the same eyes.

When they was all leavin, momma was much happier an her an Danise said that I'm gonna get ta meet Mocha so we can play tagether. Now that makes my tail wag. I have ta bark tho...I sure was tired after.

It's a lotta work keepin all those hoomans happy. Momma snuggled wif me and gave me nice belly rubs. What more could a dawg ask fur???

Until next time...

Luv, lick, bark

Anudder great escape...

Momma was showin me pics of Spikey & Drake taday an talkin bout how big Drake is gettin an she was showin poppa the pics an talkin bout how Drake looks so much like me. I miss Spikey an Auntie Deb an I so wanna meet Drake.

Poppa said when the weather gets nicer, we'll go back there an maybe even spend a night in the area so we could really visit. Momma suggested campin. I still haven't got ta go campin an poppa is such a natural at this stuff. Well, he kinda agreed wif momma so as fur as I'm concerned...that's what we're gonna do.

Bofe my pawrents are sayin I'm gettin better wif my recall. Oh I still like ta run when I get the chance but I'm gettin better at comin back.

Yesterday poppa took me ta the dawg pawk on his own. Momma was "nursin a migraine" whateva that means. She didn't look anythin like a nurse...in fact she wouldn't want me ta tell ya what she really looked like but she sure was good fur cuddin ;)

While we were at the dawg pawk, a couple a dopey peeps came ta get their dawg. The man didn't close onna the gates an well....I NEVER miss a good oppawtunity. I got thru and I was runnin!! I didn't head fur the back field tho. I headed to the house next door, which is still quite a run. Ya see the house next door is the one wif the three dawgs that used ta come runnin out from their property when I'd be walkin by wif momma.

Onna the peeps stawted ta go after me an Poppa said "Don't chase her!!" Poppa's got ta know me purdy good, I'd bark. Then again, I guess he's had enuff times a me runnin off that he'd have ta snort, snort.

Well, befur I could reach the property next door I heard Poppa's voice callin me. I stopped an looked an there he was; standin there wavin a baggie a lung chunks in the air. I couldn't let them go ta jus anydawg. There mine...all mine. Well ok, so the troll gets the little pieces but still....

There I was. So close to those dawgs...it woulda been nice ta tease em an run now that their peeps finally got em behind a wireless fence. But across the field was poppa an those lung chunks.

The lung chunks won. I ran back ta poppa an sat right at his feet, waitin fur my lung chunk. An ya know what??? I got more than one....an lotsa praise fur comin back.

Poppa was proud an so was momma when he told her bout it. She thawed out my last Ox tail that was in the freezer an My Dawg, was it huge!! An yummy.

Until next time...

Luv, lick, bark :)

Hound Dawg...

It's been a while since my last entry. Momma's been goin thru onna her rough times an when that happens, I don't get my dogster time. Oh we'll check in ta see what's new but she's jus not been up ta postin anythin fur me.

I think she's got a bitta cabin feber, pawsonally. She tried ta take me fur a walk the udder day but we didn't get near as far as usual when she turned us round, whinin bout my pullin an how it hurts her knee. Well maybe if she brought along some treats that smell better than all udder smells out there, I wouldn't pull so much. Plus...I'm stawtin ta enjoy runnin wifout a leash at the dawg pawk. Do ya think maybe she was goin the wrong direction???

Well thankfully poppa's been gettin me out ta the dawg pawk. A few days were really cold so I spent a lotta time in da barn. Poppa keeps me movin by throwin a ball or havin me jus follow him round. It's funny tho. At the dawg pawk....when a peep picks up a ball ta throw...well...it stawts wif one dawg chasin an befur ya know it, there's a pack. I don't mind...usually but sometimes I'll jus let the udder dawgs go fur it an leave it be.

My furless bro, Drew has been workin on his pelvic thrustin, snort, snort. Momma's been focusin on her family tree....did ya know peeps grow on trees??? I didn't. Anyway, she stumbled cross somethin the udder day an she's been tryin ta "connect the dots" as she sayz. But parrantly 3 brudders came ta Canada from Ireland, over a hundred years ago. They married into momma's great grama's family an somewhere along the line, onna these Presley boyz had a kid, who had a kid and so on. She's still connectin the dots so right now she sayz "it's unoffical" but her mom is s'posed ta be a very, very, very distant relative ta some guy named Elvis Presley. Momma never was a big fan a this guy tho she sayz he sang real nice (probably not as nice as me tho, snort, snort). It's been given her a good laugh tho an that she needs. She sayz she actually enjoys buildin this tree...it's like puttin a puzzle tagether but yur challenge is findin the pieces. Hoomans sure are a strange breed, snort, snort.

So right now I'm jus lazin round till Poppa get's home. Then he'll take me ta the dawg pawk. Maybe momma can convince him ta try a good walk wif her an I, while we have a few mild days. An...maybe I'll get ta really run in the back field there.

Until next time...

Luv, lick, bark