Mo Musings

11-23-2009

Why must the Jazz-Mom put that tree right in front of the window? How am I supposed to keep up my sentry duties when I cannot stand up at the window and survey my domain?

Hero

Well as you may have read, we were attacked by a big dog on Sunday evening. It was such a pretty day the Jazz-Mom decided to take us down to the hayfield for a run off leash. She put me and Jazz on leash for the walk down to the field, and carried Joy in her arms.

Mindy, the new dog, had been at our house for about 2 weeks. She lives outside, so we hadn't been around her before. Now if the Jazz-Mom had been smart, she would have checked to see how the husky would be around little dogs, before unleashing us. But she didn't, and once we were off leash, all chaos broke loose.

The Jazz-Mom ran around wildly, trying to keep Mindy off us, and gather us up. She finally got Jazz and me back on leash, and started the long walk back home, but Mindy kept coming for us even on our leashes. So the Jazz-Mom tried to pick me and Jazz up, and as she did , I charged Mindy, snapping and biting, and the big dog was either surprised or scared, for she backed off enough for the Jazz-Mom to get us picked up into her arms. The Jazz-Mom screamed for Boot Man to come. By a miracle he heard her from inside our house.

Somehow. Joy fell out of the truck as the J-M loaded us in. Joy took off running in panic, and Mindy grabbed her. It was horrible. I hope I never see Mindy again. If I do, I will not hold back the Mo Wrath.

Birthday Blues

This weekend was My Girl's birthday. The Jazz-Mom made her a cake, and she shared a bite of the cream cheese frosting with us.

It did not sit well with my digestion. I will spare you the details.

I assume that is the last creme cheese frosting I will ever be offered. Pity. It was quite tasty.

Woes

Austin is gone and Allie is sick.

June 11,2009

Yesterday while Mom was at work, Jazz ,Joy and I sensed there was something outside. We sounded the alarm relentlessly, and finally My Girl looked outside. On the porch was a gigantic black snake.

Boot Man came and put the snake in one of our carriers (!). He took it far away and let it go.

When the Jazz-Mom came home, she said we are heroes.

Convalescence

I am mostly recovered from my roll down the stairs, although I am giving Boot Man a wider berth than usual. He was most contrite and has offered me many samples of his food as peace offerings. And I hadn't realized how much the J-M loves me. She has really been giving me affection and I must admit, it is quite enjoyable.

I think it is so funny how the yorkies make such a fuss while getting their nails done. I sit still and the Jazz-Mom does my pedicure in a jiffy. Jazz and Joy whine, and wiggle and the J-M has to wrap them up like mummies and the whole silly ordeal takes forever.

05-19-09

Last week Boot Man came home with his arm bandaged from bicep to wrist, and since them he hasn't been going to work. So, naturally, I have been getting quite the vocal workout, following him back and forth to the kitchen and through the house, barking my opinion of him and his scary boots.

Yesterday morning, I guess he'd had all he could take, because he shouted at me. I was at the top of the stairs, and in my haste to get away from him, I lost my footing and tumbled all the way down the stairs.

Boot Man called the Jazz-Mom at work, even though he thought I was OK, and she came home, and held me and wet me with tears. I think she was not very happy with Boot Man, because she gathered up our food, water and leashes, and drove us in her car to the hayfield creek.

The hay is long and lush and nearly ready to be cut, but Milton had cut the grass all around the picnic area where the two creeks meet. The Jazz-Mom sat on the hammock the whole afternoon, and watched us run happily around in the grass. It was a wonderful day.

This morning, I was so sore, I could barely climb the stairs. The Jazz-Mom gave me a pain pill in some cheese, and I feel better.

Oh, and Boot Man has been very very good to me since yesterday.
I give him a hard time, but it was he who brought me to live here, and he who is good-natured enough to let the Jazz-Mom sleep with all 3 of us in bed with them. Plus, he paid for my liver surgery and keeps me in kibble and bullies.

5-8-09

No trips to the hay field this week. Lots of rainy days. Yesterday it rained so hard the front yard looked like a pond.

The Jazz-Mom was carrying something out to the car, and I scooted out the door and into the wet outdoors. I went into the yard, and the water was up to my belly- not fun. So I ran up the driveway. There were big piles of debris left in the road from the rushing water. I ran and ran. The J-M ran too, we had such fun! She was panting and wheezing out my name, and I so wished she had a tail to wag!

We ran nearly to the gate at the end of our driveway, and suddenly the J-M abandoned the game. She took off lickety split toward the house. She was yelling for someone to bring her the kabota, but of course no one could hear her but me and Boone. Boot Man was in front of his computer with his ear things on, and My Girl had gone to church. So, I decided I had better follow her, to help her get the kabota.

Halfway down the driveway, she looked back and saw me coming. She stopped and opened her arms, and I ran into them. But when we got back home, she did not get the kabota after all. I guess she forgot.

Warm Day! Hay Field!

I love running free in the hay field. The grass is really growing now. It won't be long until the grass will be so high, we can't go there until the hay is cut.

We got new bullies after our bath. Life is good.

4-13-09

The end of Spring break is such a bummer. My lovely Girl was with me all last week and it was so heavenly. We spent lots of time cuddling, and I stayed with her in her room, while she talked on the phone and did stuff on the computer.

Today she went back to school, and Boot Man went back to work too. I didn't mind him being around too much, as he shared his snacks, and otherwise stayed out of my way.

But today, they all went away in their cars, and left us here to wait for their return. It was a very long day.

I am De-Furred

The Jazz-Mom sat me down this morning, and began combing me with this new comb she bought at Petco. She combed out all my lovely loose hair.

Now when I shake, hair does not fly everywhere. Rats.

The Bone Collector

I took my new bully stick downstairs and hid it, and then came back upstairs. I will wait and watch, and as soon as Joy or Jazz gets tired of theirs, I will grab it and stash it.

It just takes patience, which I have.

What is Going On Here?

I have a bald spot on my chest. It is like the hair just departed from that area, without so much as a by your leave.

Mo News

Joy and Jazz hog the JazzMom. I like to give her some Mo-love everyday, but they try very hard to keep me away. But the JazzMom reaches for me, and makes them leave me alone while we have out little cuddle.

Oh, BTW, Happy Birthday to my bro Jazz.

Shot Out of the Saddle

Where has My Girl gone this Valentine's Day? I bet she is with that Cody character that comes to our house sometimes. I do not think it necessary that she spend more than one or two hours a year with him- she has me to take care of.

I growl a bit under my breath, when that Cody comes to my house. I will nip his ankles when the time is right. My Girl aways holds and kisses me when he first comes, just to show him who is Number One.

That Cody better look out, his ankles are mine, the next time he show up here.

Out and About

I escaped the house not once, but twice yesterday. Once when the Jazz-Mom was taking out the garbage, and once when she was loading some stuff into her car. I sniffed around the yard, and down into the empty horse pasture. It was dark, the wind was blowing a hurricane. I like how the J-M welcomes me when I return to her- I get kisses and cuddles and sweet talk.

I Was Good

Saturday My Girl's beau spent the day at our house. I was good, and I did not stand at the gate and bark at him, as I wanted to do. Everyone knows how I feel about men in my territory, so I feel that I was more than cooperative. That one little nip at his ankle was merely a warning to remind him who is boss here.

Ha!

I don't have to have a hair cut like the yorkies. The Jazz-Mom only trims up certain areas. It only takes a minute, so I nap while Jazz and Joy endure hours of clipping.

I Ran Away Again

The other day I escaped out the door when Joy was going out to potty. I ran fast as the wind up the driveway, and was soon out of sight. The Jazz-Mom cranked up the kabota, and I came running back home before she got it out of the garage.

If the J-M is going somewhere I do not want to be left behind.

Bonding Has it's Price

We are pretty well bonded now- Joy is one of us. Something good came out of the stay at the vets. But the price is our coughs, and mine is worse than anyone's.

Mom2 went to the vet and got medicine for us. I hope we get over this soon. I am tired of coughing.

Mo's Woes

On Tuesday, the Jazz-Mom loaded us all up and took us to the vet. Joy and I got the full complement of shots, pokes, glands, nails- you name it. Jazz only had to get one shot- he'd had his earlier in the fall.

By bedtime, I was feeling punk. The Jazz-Mom gave me medicine, which tasted terrible. Joy was also feeling puny, so the Jazz-Mom was distracted with caring for her, and at first, didn't notice I was unable to jump up onto the bed.

Finally the Jazz-Mom noticed my absence, and came looking for me.
I was lying forlornly in hall. She picked me up with many tender words, and I was made much of, and cuddled. The next morning, I still got special treatment, even though I was feeling better.

Nov. 18

Joy is gettin on my nerves less and less. I guess she is finally getting the message that I am in charge. She can be fun at times- I can't always get Jazz to play, but she will.

November 6

JoyBelle is turning out to be OK. I like it that I am no longer the smallest family member. I wasn't happy she was in our bed the first couple of nights, and I sleeped in the living room in protest. I got lonely there, and so have decided to return to the previous sleeping arrangements. I just ignore the girl, and cuddle down beside the Jazz-Mom, like Joy isn't even there. I am sure Jazz and Joy both realize that I am the Jazz-Mom's favorite.

Something's A-paw

I heard Mom on the phone saying something about getting another dog. Someone has twins and has to re-home their dog. It is a GIRL. This could be interesting.

Blue Monday

On Sunday, My Girl and Boot Man departed for parts unknown. We had the Jazz-Mom all to ourselves. She took us to the hay field for a late afternoon romp. We stayed until the sun went behind the near mountain, then went home to a quiet evening.

Monday morning, after a long cuddle session, we were walked up the road. The road is full of yellow leaves that crunch deliciously under our paws.

But after our walk, we were taken to the boarding kennel. I shrank into a tiny ball of misery as I saw the lady come for us. How long will be abandoned here?

Left Behind

No, it wasn't the rapture. But Jazz was taken away today, and I was left behind. I was rather miffed, until he came home smelling of fear and the vet's office.

Meanwhile, I am completely banned from My Girl's room. I was caught watering her dust ruffle again. I am becoming more and more the J-M's dog. The J-M wonders if this was all a plot by moi to avoid being trapped in that room while Jazz has the run of the house... :)

Free Dogs

The past 2 days we have been taken to the hay field for off-leash fun. We got to follow Austin and Boone to our heart's content. It was a blast.

I come when called- the J-M calls to us when we get too far away. Jazz pretends he can't hear her, but the second she cranks the kabota, he runs madly toward her, fearing he will be left behind.

Ha!

Last night on our walk, the J-M dropped Jazz's retractable leash. He froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights as the leash retracted and the handle skittered across the pavement toward him. It was
he-larious.

No Mo Rest

Bath day came a day early, and right after an exhilarating but exhausting walk. Jazz was bathed first, and I fell asleep in the dog bed in the bathroom, waiting my turn. I looked so tired and cute, I hoped I might escape the bath, but the J-M is heartless.

The Case of the Missing Mo

Saturday Grandmother came to visit. The Jazz-Mom was re-hanging curtains she had washed and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Until Grandmother said "Why isn't your dog barking?" The J-M went cold with fear-She knew that if I was around, I would be barking! She thought I might have escaped outside when My Girl left the house a while before Grandmother arrived.

The J-M wildly ran around outside, calling my name. No Me. She came back in, and ran through the house- no Me. Back out, back in, and more frantic calls. FINALLY she opened My Girl's room, and there I was. Somehow, I had gotten trapped in there when My Girl and her friends left the house.

The Jazz-Mom gave me hugs and cuddles, and soon as she put me down, I barked at Grandmother!

School Woes

My Girl is taking chemistry this semester. Apparently, chemistry is a booger, because frequently several of her friends come over to study together. And they really study! Anywho, I don't mind the girls, but Jordan gets on my last nerve. He is always petting Jazz, and trying to pet me, but I won't have it.

The Jazz-Mom has to put me in her room and shut the door, or I will bark the whole time Jordan is in the house. This strikes me as a terrible miscarriage of justice. I am just doing my job, woman!

A First

On out walk last night, I poo'd outside for the first time ever. Having been pad trained, I have never done that before. The J-M was so pleased with me.

Losing Sleep

The Jazz-Mom is staying up too late watching the olympics. Therefore, I am staying up too late. I am not about to get into bed with Boot Man without the J-M. I am soooooo tiiiired.

This and That

I am more and more the Jazz-Mom's dog. I have pretty much be banned from My RedHead's room. I watered her dust ruffle. It had to be washed, dried and ironed- apparently something the J_M doesn't enjoy, because she told My Girl to watch me at all times while I am in her room to prevent a recurrence. My Girl has things to do, so most of the time I am with Jazz and the J-M.

Which was my plan all along. We canines are pack animals, how can I be with my pack when I am locked up in MG's bedroom?

I do still adore MG of course. She will always be my number one.

Home Sweet Home

I was so happy to get home from the kennel, I was even sort of glad to see old Boot Man.

Odds and Ends

We had our nails clipped by the Jazz-Mom today, and as usual, I was still and quiet as a mouse. Jazz was a wiggle-worm. The J-M had to wrap him up like a papoose in her robe, so she could trim his nails.

And I won't even comment on his pathetic hair cut, but I will say the J-M will never make the Groomer Has It cut. She's worse at dog trimming than that ditsy blonde that trimmed the cat's whiskers. Thank goodness my lovely coat does not require much clipping.

Let Freedom Ring!

Our off-leash hay field romp was great, but I must voice a few complaints:

Must the Jazz-Mom and Boot Man insist we stay in the field? That corn field looked interesting too...

I didn't enjoy the trip down on the kabota. I was forced to sit by Boot Man, since Jazz was hogging the J-M's lap.

Boone and Austin got to take several dips in the creek, something we were denied. We didn't even get to sip out of the creek- they brought us bottled water!

I do hope we get to go back soon. But we were so tired, we both crashed soon as we got home.

School is Out!

My Girl has not started her summer job yet, so we have company all day. Whoo-haa!

The Price of A Bath

Lately, My Girl has allowed me to sleep with the Jazz-Mom, Boot Man and Jazz. I like being in there, snuggling up with the J-M, and taunting Boot Man with my aloof refusal to allow him to pet me.

Last night was bath night, and My Girl could not resist my baby fresh scent and fluffiness. She fetched me from my nest in the crook of the J-M arm.

It is lonely in her room. Why doesn't she just come sleep in the big bed with us, instead of taking me into exile into her room?

I don't understand teenagers.

My Fall From Grace

Saturday I made another escape. This time I ignored the Jazz-Mom and took off up the road with the big dogs. I only stayed a few minutes before I raced back home.

But what is worse- what really has me on the naughty list is this: Lately on our walks, I have learned the joy of marking. I watered everything up and down our road last week! But then I thought, "Why should this fun be reserved for the outdoors?" So, instead of using the pad, I hiked my little leg and watered the stair rail post. Twice.

I got such a scolding, especially after the second episode, I haven't done it since. I don't know what the big deal is- she has the steam cleaner, and she must love to use it, since she gets it out so regularly.

Something tells me there will be no more marking opportunities on our walks.

I Was Good Today

When we went outside for a walk today, my harness fell off! I was free! I ran up the road with the big dogs, but suddenly I heard the JazzMom calling my name. I stopped immediately, and ran back to her. She was so proud of me.

I Like Spring

I love being outside, sniffing everything. Boone and Austin run ahead on our walks, and they get to explore places that are off-limits to Jazz and me- the stinky puddle in the neighbor's cow pasture, the tumbled-down abandoned home deep in the woods (where they flushed out a coyote last week), the cemetery by the little white church, and the woods themselves, where I particularly want to follow them.

Oh, to be off-leash like the big dogs!

When I Want To Rouse the Sleeping Yorkie

When I want To rouse the sleeping Yorkie, all I have to do is jump up on the Jazz-Mom's chest, and lay on my back under her chin. I wiggle, gaze at her adoringly, lay my paw on her cheek, and voila, Jazz emerges from his stupor. He can usually be counted on for a couple of laps around the house, and some wrestling.

The J-M is not fooled into thinking any of this behavior is reflected at her.She knows my goal is to get Jazz's attention, not hers. Occasionally Jazz sleeps through my performance, and with a glance at him, and a sigh, I retreat to my nap spot.

Mo ments

Monday we went to vet. Nails, glands and a shot for me. I was so good, the techs couldn't stop talking about how sweet I am. I even let them use their new battery-operated nail file on my nails.

Jazz had to be taken to the backroom and restrained by a cast of thousands in order to have his nails clipped. He would not allow the nail file anywhere near his feet.

After the vet, the Jazz-Mom took us to a fancy pet store. She bought me a new harness, since the pink one I have is too small for my ultra-furry self. The new
harness is not pink!! They didn't have the harness in my size in pink, so I got the one in light blue-green. I look so manly in it, Jazz is one jealous pup.

All the News That's Fit to Eat

One day this week while my people were away, I went into Boot Man's bathroom and took his newpaper. I shredded it into tiny bits, and ate a few bites.

The news these days is indigestible.

Lazy Bro

My Girl and I are early risers. The JM and Jazz sleep almost a hour later than we do. I used to sneek out and join their extended snooze time, but My Girl has stopped letting me out in the morning-she likes me to keep her company while she performs the getting- ready- for- school ritual. By the time Jazz is
finally up, I am ready to play.

Jazz is sluggish in the morning, however. Often, he will lay in the JM's bed while she dresses, and then she will carry him to the room where she
sits and rubs stuff on her face. He proceeds to curl up in a dog bed at her feet, and nothing I do will entice him to arise. I pounce on him, grab his bed in
my teeth and tug- bark, dance: nothing. Do they make Geritol for dogs?

Mystery Under the Hood

Sunday night when Boot Man came home from the farm, there was something under the hood of his truck. Boone and Austin went berserk and I must admit, Jazz and I did a bit of vocalizing ourselves.

Boot Man worked over the hood with a flashlight for over an hour to no avail. We assisted him by continuous, frantic, ear-splitting barking. He was a little concerned that it might be a skunk, so finally he gave up. The next morning, when he got to work (it was 10 degrees outside), he heard a tiny meow. He got some tools and after extracting some of the stuff under the hood, one of the farm kitties gratefully climbed out onto his shoulder.

Boot Man now has an office cat, in charge of napping over the heater, and catching any mice that may wander in from the cold.

Mo Moment

As some of you noticed, I have become slightly less hostile to Boot Man. He does give lots of snacks, which I enjoy. I still pin my ears back when he
touches me, and I scoot veryclose to the J-M while I am in their bed. I do continue to bark at him when he comes home and when he leaves. Some things just can't be changed.

Snuggle Time

My Girl lets me stay in bed with the Jazz-Mom until she is ready for sleep. So I am cuddled on one side of the J-M, while Jazz is on the other side. Jazz is chewing a bully, J-M is typing on the laptop, and I am napping between ear rubs from Boot Man. The TV is on, but the sound is muted. We are watching Ever After, reading the subtitles. Boot Man has a fan blowing on him, though the room is chilly. It is dark except for the glow of the TV and the laptop.

Long nights are the best. Yea Winter!

The Mo Report

The only good thing about bath day is how riled up Jazz gets- he gets so frustrated and mad that the Jazz-Mom spends time washing and tenderly drying and patting me, he is great fun for at least 45 minutes after the bath.

He pretend-growls and chases me and we have the best time running wildly through the house. I love it when he chases me. Many times I try to initiate games of chase, not always successfully. But on bath day, he's a hoot.

Last night as we were cuddling with the J-M right before bed, Jazz's tummy growled. He jumped up and ran to the window, barking madly. The J-M and My Girl laughed, and My Girl said: "What a doofus".

Farewell Christmas

I can't say I'm sorry it's over. Our day consisted of sitting next to the Jazz-Mom while she videoed My Girl unwrapping her gifts. We got a few nibbles of Christmas cookies and a sausage ball. Then our people loaded up and left for the day to visit the non-dog-loving extended families.

We did get some new toys, so it wasn't a total bummer.

Howliday Woe

My Girl got a new bigger bed for Christmas, which is
all well and good except the bed is so
high that, try as I might, I cannot make the jump up
into it's expanse.

I consider this a personal affront and until the
Jazz-Mom coughs up some doggie stairs, there will be
no snuggles from ME!

My Notes

Last Friday Jazz had a hair appointment, so while he
got spiffed up, I accompanied the Jazz-Mom on her
rounds. We went to the health food store for bullies,
to the post office,and to her office. I was made much
of everywhere we went. I like being the center of
attention as long as it is female attention. I do not
care for male attention, as you all well know.

Boot Man is on vacation this week, so we have company
all day. He worked outside all day yesterday cleaning
the porch furniture in the freezing weather.

I have a cyst where I got one of my shots last week. I
get alot of sympathy and cuddles from the Jazz-Mom
(when My Girl is not looking).

Mo News

Today we went to the vet. I got 2 injections, my nails clipped and the stick up the rear. I think she was checking my tonsils, judging from how far she stuck the thing.

The Jazz-Mom had to change clothes when we got home. She said she was covered in Mo-hair. Ha Ha.

My Weekend

My girls and Boot Man left us. Jason came to stay with us. I let him pet me. I was brave.

Too Cute

Most nights, the Jazz-Mom comes to our room just before we go to sleep. She gives my girl the lip balm and then kisses her goodnight. I am lying on my back in the crook of My Girl's arm, my tiny paws resting outside the blankets. The Jazz-Mom wants to kiss me goodnight, but in so doing, she risks the ire of my jealous RedHead. Somenights she can't help herself, and she kisses me anyway.

Being adorable just comes naturally to me.

Thanksgiving Recap

The Jazz-Mom got up early and cooked all morning. Then she took the food and left with it! She did give us a can of yummy chicken for our Thanksgiving meal, but we were alone all day!

She and My Girl finally came home way past dark. I am thankful Thanksgiving is over.

A Trial

Last Friday My Girl left me in the care of S Boot Man. I did sleep in his bed for a while, but there was a skunk visiting outside, and I spent most of the night barking a warning so the skunk would not think of coming into my house. Neither My Girl nor the Jazz-Mom would have given me such freedom of expression, but Boot Man didn't seem to mind the racket. If he did mind, he kept his opinion to himself. Good Man.

A Dilemma

Here is what is going on:

I like sitting with the Jazz-Mom. I like napping on the J-M's legs or lap. The thing is, Jazz (usually) tolerates it, but My Girl does not!

When My Girl comes downstairs, and I am in the J-M's lap, I immediately hop up and skedaddle. I know My Girl does not approve of me cuddling with anyone except her. I go into the blue living room to nap until My Girl goes back up to her room. Then I come back into the J-M's warm lap, and curl back up.

I love My Girl, and the J-M can't understand why I won't sit with My Girl. The thing is, I don't like being trapped in her room. Lots of times when I want to be out seeing what Jazz is doing, My Girl keeps me inside her room to keep her company. That makes me kind of standoffish with her when I do get out. I would like to sit with her, but I am afraid if I do, she'll carry me up to prison- oops- I mean her room.

The J-M feels for both of us. She doesn't want to interfer with our bond, but she also wants me to be happy. She feels for me alone in the living room, while she, My Girl and Jazz are watching TV in the den. But she understands why My Girl doesn't like me sitting in someone's else's lap. I am My Girl's companion, not the J-M's.

Anyone have any ideas on how to fix this? Remember I am an independent guy, and My Girl is 16. Enough said.

Trouble

We have a crisis of epic preportions here. The Jazz-Mom found a flea on my person (that is on me, not on My RedHead Person!). It is tragedy.

I, along with Jazz, have been subjected to a bath, multiple combings, and meds from the vet being placed upon our necks. Now we have a slimy place on the back of our necks. Uck.

The Jazz-Mom has been on a tear, vacuuming and washing all the beddings. I do not think Jazz or I are responsible for this flea thing. I am sure one of the people brought it in.

I have always thought Boot Man would benefit from a flea collar.

Interloper Alert

Last week a small white canine with a sassy attitude and fluffy ears invaded our domicile. I was not amused, and did all I could to dissuade her from staying here. I had no luck running her off, and she did sort of grow on me . Eventually.

She shared my antipathy of Scary Boot Man, and each night when he came home, he was greeted with our duet of displeasure. The Jazz-Mom tried to get the dainty damsel to stop barking and make peace with SBM. Boot Man was not inclined to attempt to befriend the little diva and declared the J-M's peace overtures as unnecessary saying, "I do not feel the need to bond."

Truth be told, Boot Man and I are making progress. I occasionally allow him to rub my belly, and I've stopped kicking up much of a fuss when he comes home . But the presence of 4 pounds of perky poodle made me feel the need to assert my authority, lest she be in doubt as to who is in charge here.

New Bullies

The last batch of bullies we bought off ebay were odoriferous to the max. The first batch we got from ebay were not smelly. We've been eating our stinky sticks for several months now with no ill effects.

They are history now. The J-M is worried the ebay bully made Jazz ill. So she got some from the health food store. They lack that pleasing rank aroma, but they are HUGE.

It is only 7:30pm, but it is already dark. My Girl is up in her room, and Jazz and I are sitting together in the J-M's lap while she types for us. The house is quiet- we can hear the ticking of the wall clock and the warm hum of the computer. And Boone of course. He is down at the edge of our property barking at the deer who are grazing unconcernedly in the hayfield below our house.

Back to Normal

Yesterday was an odd day. Jazz didn't get up or eat or play with me. I knew he felt bad and I wanted to stay near him. I laid down beside him until My Girl came downstairs. She shook her head at me and I scattered. She doesn't like me sitting with the Jazz-Mom. So I only do it when she's upstairs.

Today Jazz was back to normal. We had our baths, and an intense wrestling session. I hit my head on the bookshelf and got a bit addled. Nothing major, but the J-M cuddled me a bit.

Thanks to all our Dogster pals whose prayers helped my brother get well.

Travelin' Mo

We had a trip together. I had my paws full, defending My Girl from various maurading cousins. Once, I even had to bark and growl at one of the little dudes that seemed intent on destroying Boot Man. That's my job.

All my people slept in one room that had 2 beds. I kept jumping from My Redhead's bed into the bed with the Jazz-Mom, Boot Man and Jazz. My Girl was not amused, but I felt I had to be near the J-M in case she broke out the chicken sticks.

It's good to be home.

Jazz in trouble.

One night this week the Jazz-Mom was taking a rest, and I jumped up to give her the Mo-Love. I cuddled up on my back next to her shoulder and gently touched her face with my paw. She was enchanted, and I spent some time with her, allowing her to rub my belly.

Jazz expressed his displeasure by peeing on her coat. He got into trouble. Tee Hee.

Mo Report

Jazz was a perfect pill at the vet's yesterday. He cried when they cut his toe nails, and it took 2 people to hold him. I was brave, and took it like a man, although for some odd reason I did begin shaking uncontrollably. It must have been a reaction from... the vet tech's perfume. I was not scared.

I did not require any shots yesterday.

I'm not as torn up as Jazz about the fact that the vet ruled against our supplemental baby food. I can find plenty to eat off the floor. I just polished off an eraser this morning. Yum.

Jazz is A Bubble off Plumb

The Jazz-Mom has been teaching us tricks. Rather, she's been teaching me tricks. So far this week I have mastered sit, roll over, and shake .

Jazz has yet to "sit". He stands there, oblivious to the J-M's instructions, eyeing the treat she uses to attempt to bribe him to obey.

I have usually had a handful of treats before the J-M gives up and just pushes his tush to the floor, and yells "Good Boy".

Jazz thinks he is the good dog. He's the thick boy.

I am not Fat

The Jazz-Mom has been giving us a jar of beef baby food a day to supplement our dry food. Naturally we are quite fond of the new routine. My RedHead thinks I am getting too fat. Not so, my dear Girl. I still have my little curved waist. I am just fluffy from the protein. Really.

It Was the Jazz-Mom's Fault

She got Larry the Dude's birthday wrong. She celebrated a week early and them ignored him on his real day. She feels pretty foolish. We are sorry we were premature, Larry.

We went for the first walk in a while this week. It has been too hot for little guys with tracheal issues to be out, according to the J-M. But the weather moderated a bit, so we got out. Jazz got tired and had to be carried part of the way home. I'm no slacker. I walked the whole way.

Weekend Duty

We went with the fam to Pigeon Forge this weekend. I had my work cut out for me guarding my people from all the strangers in the house with us. Jazz took up with them like he always does.

I barked and growled protected My Girl with all my might. The Jazz-Mom kept picking me up and shushing me. She just doesn't understand the duties of the watch dog.

I Know Some Things

I know some things about Jazz. Embarassing things. But do I spill his business all over the internet? No, that would be rude!

And I did not leak. It was raining and I think there must be a hole in the ceiling...

Larry the Dude love tagged me!

I love Larry, Miss Bella, Allie, Lord Pippin, Bandit, Muffin, Dexter, Fred, Colyn, Mugsy, Clyde, Seva, Finley, the Tator Tots, Wilson, Charlie, Brandy, Izzy, Jewels, Rusty, Peeka, Chanel, Luna Louise, Napoleon Benson, Odessa Dew, Zeus,Royce,Cletis,Zoe,Cindy, Drover,Daddy,Stedman,Elvis,Dancer,Nicholas,Gidget Capone Benson, Cherish,Bailey, Starr Bright, Isabella Marie,Willow Grace, Melody, Logan, InkyDinky Doodle, Tucker Biel, Willie,Roscoe, Izzie, Midnight Star,Gizmo, Sparky, Isabella, Sabrina,Kahluah,Alexandrea, Ginger, Snickers,Abby, Stitch,Tyava's Out of Oz Toto,Poochie Puppy Kisses, Benoni,Aelfric,Lulu,Jose,
Nessa, Garrett's Little Secret, Romeo,Bella,Sabrina, Ginger, Snickers,Abbey,
Stitch, Diesel,Bayou, Dude,Tizzle,Pippi, Peaches, Special Kay,Dexter, Lily,
Maggie, Daisy, Buster, Charlotte, Lennon,Pistache, Yoda, Scrappy,Ginger,
China,Lucas, Spencer,Bismark, Duffy, Boomer, Odie,Gilbert,Bill,Tucker, Molly,Yeller,Jeannie, Baxter Bojangles,Cooper Cleatus Capone, Sir Anthony Lee Scampers,Peppi Ann Pepper, Trixie Marie,Daisy May, Lady Destiny of Malady Regina,Sugar, Candy, Roxy, Desi Paws,Gizmo,Arawn, Ruby,Cloey, Peaches, Tidbit,Roscoe, Lil Miss Sofia, Aeril,Harley D, Angel,Haley, Ziva,
Baby,Lucy, Lucky, Homer, Magic, Zeus,Roscoe, Louie, Boo, Phoebee, Casey, Willow, Bonzi, Molly,Paley Sue, Maggie Mae, Sybil Aine,Kissy, Buster, Gilbert,
Tucker, Tidbit and the Dogster Dog. 'night. I am tired.

Grrrrrr

My Girl left her supper left-overs unattended and Jazz finished it off!

The RedHead is MY PERSON and I should get dibs on her leftovers.

A Dog's Revenge

While the Jazz-Mom was at work, I ate a book she borrowed from her mother-in-law. It was called Blood Mountain Covenant-A Son's Revenge. A local man wrote the book and signed it especially for the J-M's in-laws.

The J-M was mad, but I gave her the nose-to-nose sweetness, and she melted. I can get away with anything around here! I rule!

Cousin Report

Allie and Emma are being kept this week by the Jason. The Jason who kept us while our people went where ever people go when they leave their canine companions behind.

Emma, my dear, you must not let this interloper go unchallenged! Allie will be no help. Like Jazz, she will embrace the new guy. But you can do it: Chew up his shoes, baptize his bed, soil willy nilly. This is war!

Doin' the Chi-Pom Happy Dance

I am doin' the Chi-Pom Happy Dance because:

My Girl is back. Oh Happy Day. I forgot how sweet she is, and how she gives the world's best cuddles.

And My cousin and pal Allie was a Daily Diary Pick this week! Sorry we missed it, and congrats you free-roaming Babe!

And last because today I did an extraordinary thing. We had company, and I liked her! It was the J-M's sister Sandra. I didn't bark the whole time she was here. I jumped up in her lap and gave her the nose-to-nose sweetness!(that is where i put my tiny nose just nearly to the nose of the person I am sharing the love with- previously reserved strictly for My Girl and the J-M) Then I laid down by Sandra. My Girl and the J-M were watching in awe. Sandra said she could fall in love with me. When Boot Man heard about it, he was astounded. I like keeping my people guessing.

BTW, Larry the Dude: Soon as I locate that smilin' Tom, he's toast!

Alone Again (Sort of)

My Girl has left me. I do not know where she is nor when she will return. The Jazz-Mom is sleeping in our room(along with Jazz of course), since I am no longer allowed in their bedroom.

I am not sure how I feel about this. I like having the J-M's company, I don't need Jazz around 24/7. Boot Man misses him too. Every night he calls to him, hoping Jazz will come sleep with him. I keep hoping Jazz will do it too, but so far, he has stuck to the J-M like glue.

If you will excuse me, I must be off. I have a task to do for my bud Larry the Dude.

Forgotten

Twice this week Jazz has escaped out the door. Once I was lucky enough to accompany him. We ran down the red dirt road to the creek. The Jazz-Mom was bringing up the rear, braying our names frantically.

Then Thursday My Girl had a visitor, her friend Katie B. When Katie B's Mom came to pick her up, the Jazz-Mom picked up Jazz while they left, so he wouldn't escape. I slipped out, thinking the J-M would soon be after me.

She closed the door behind me. She didn't even notice I was gone! I could have been run over, or eaten by a turkey buzzard. Katie B picked me up and knocked on the door. "Forget something?" she asked. Can you believe that?

I may have to notify the Canine Authorities that the J-M is in need of some remedial dog care training.

Revenge of the Watch Dog

Our girls and Boot Man left us for a week with a man. They know I hate men.

I attempted to show him this is my house. He was sleeping in the Jazz-Mom's bed. I peed on the blanket.

Check It Out Jazz

Miss Bella likes ME best!!!!

I've Been Tagged!

My pals Allie ,Tidbit , and Zoe tagged me!

Thanks Girls!

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. I came from a puppy mill, and the vet said I was near death when Boot Man
rescued me from there.
2. I hate men.
3. I have an adorable way of wagging my whole hind quarters when I am glad
about something.
4. I have a crush on Miss Bella and so does Jazz. We often fight over who she likes best.
5. I sleep on my back in the crook of My RedHead's arm.
6. I love jumping up on the Jazz-Mom and making Jazz wild with jealousy!
7. I actually like it when Jazz chews on my ears, and it gives them a cute
funky crimped look.

Here are my 7 dogs I am tagging:
Roxy
Kissy
Cooper Cleatus Capone
Tucker Beil
Stedman
Bailey
Odessa Dew

The Dirt on Soap

We recently ran out of the lavender-scented shampoo with which I am usually bathed. So J-M just bathed me in Jazz's shampoo-hideous stuff . It's for dogs with allergies. We smell like the La Brea tar pits after a shower with that stuff.

Finally that foul goo is used up. Mom decided to try a hypoallergenic baby wash. I was mortified at the thought of using a product for babies. Yet, I must acknowledge, My coat has never looked as fluffy and luxurious. And Jazz did not get the post-bath itchies he usually gets every week.

I supposed I will get used to smelling like a freshly washed infant. Someday.

The Battle of the Bullies Continues

When the Jazz-Mom gives us a new bully, I immediately depart the area and hide mine. Then I return to where ever Jazz is and wait.

Frequently he is in the Jazz-Mom's lap, earnestly gnawing on his bully. He is clumsy, however, and usually he can be counted on to drop the bully several times. The Jazz-Mom picks it up for him. I watch patiently until I see that she is distracted , and is slow to retrieve the prize. I dart in, steal the stick , and head for high ground. If I time it right, Jazz will be too sleepy to follow me and reclaim his property. If I am too eager, and grab the bully before he is somnolent, he will bound from the J-M's lap, and give chase.

It's a win-win situation. If he doesn't follow me, I get his bully. If he does follow me, a wild game of catch-me-if-you can ensues. Life is Sweet!

Brave Dog

Tonight Boot Man was eating steak, and I actually jumped up on his leg and stood there for a moment. That steak made me temporarily forget he is my sworn enemy.

He is nice enough to share with me and Jazz. I like his handouts, but I am not getting soft. No men should be in my house except me and Jazz. I will continue to bark at him until he gets the message, and moves outside with Boone and Austin. That I could live with. Then he'd be close enough to share snacks without actually coming into my territory.

It's A Canine Thing

The Jazz-Mom cannot understand the way of the dog. Everyday she gives Jazz and me a new bully stick. There are always at least 5 or 6 bullies in various stages - half-eaten, one fourth-eaten, etc. (when they get to around an inch she pitches them out, lest we choke).

Yet, no matter how numerous the bullies, I inevitably hanker after the one Jazz is currently munching. And so it is with him. He wants the one I am eating. No consolation bully will suffice. But thanks for trying, J-M.

I Am a Watch Dog Extraordinaire!

I am such an excellent watch dog, I run to the door and bark every time someone knocks on a door on TV! Boot Man thinks it is funny to knock on the wall and see me spring into action. Despite his teasing, I take my job of protecting My Girl and the J-M very seriously. I may get faked out occasionally, but I am always alert and ready at a moment's notice to fight whatever foe may come.

My Mission Statement

I have a grave responsibility. I am the confidant of my teenage mistress. I am the warm body she holds at night. My ears hear all her secrets and heartbreaks and joys. When she feels alone, I am there to remind her she is loved.

No matter what changes come into her life, I will be there for her. She can always count on me.

I Have Missed My Dogster Pals

Greetings my fellow Dogsters! I have missed updating you on my doings, but the Jazz-Mom and My Girl were AWOL AGAIN last week and before they left the Jazz-Mom was not in the mood to transcribe for me- she was and continues to be in a funk over the VT tragedy. Prayers and thoughts to all those affected by this unspeakable horror.

I was pretty much on my own while the girls were gone, as I refuse to associate with Boot Man. Jazz snuggled with him, and slept with him, but I was a lone wolf until My Girl and J-M returned.

My Dogster pals have been busy. Here is the latest news on just a few of them:

Miss Bella vanquished a marauding squirrel, indulged in sunbaths and, poor dear, was subjected to a real bath in my absence. My condolences.

Larry the Dude temporary lost his beloved platypus, attacked the TP monster, and has to endure daily brushings from MtheP to avoid mats in his oh-so-lovely coat. (Note to MtheP: According to my hairy brother Jazz, Cowboy Magic works miracles on mats, and makes dematting practically painless! You can buy it at stores that sell horse stuff.)

Mugsy has discovered there is a dog food she likes. Her sis Tidbit's abode was invaded by the family cats.

My tiny pal Dancer's new pic shows that he is even more attractively fluffy since his last picture, (not unlike my own handsome self). Plus, he's now the mascot for the group "Rescued Pups With Great Stories" WTG!

My generous friend Muffin was Dog of the Day!! She so deserves this honor for all the joy she spreads here on Dogster.

Finlay was laid low by ingesting building materials. Thank goodness he recovered after endoscopy fetched out the offending stuff. Been there Dude, and it's not fun. Glad you are well. Your humans will eventually forget how much that vet bill was, trust me. And Seva will learn to love your new fragrance!

Dexter was offered some of his owner's diet snacks, and was not impressed.

Fred continues to prevent the influx of Wild Boars in his neck of the woods.

Lord Pippin had a health scare, and is now bereft of boiled chicken! That blows, but at least he's feeling better, and drinking more water. Yea!

Drover has a cute new pic posted. Zoe lamented the "stinkin' bandana" she endured after a trip to be groomed ( I feel your pain, sweetie). Cindy took time off from herding cats, to herd actual calves.

And finally, Moose Droppings, is the title of Colyn's new diary! He chose my suggestions for a new title. I was so honored, and humbled . Thanks Colyn, and also for the star and bones. If you need help with the invaders in your yard, I'm your dog. I am good at nipping ankles. Just ask Boot Man.

The Mo Report

My Person went AWOL last week, leaving me at the Pet Lodge. The Jazz-Mom picked us up today (us being Jazz and myself) and I rode home in Boot Man's lap. I was too tuckered to care whose lap I was in. Being away at a resort is so exhausting.

The girls at the Lodge said I really came out of my shell during my stay. Say what? I don't recall being in a shell at all. Maybe I blocked it out. It was a trying week.

Farewell Summer

Yesterday, My Beautiful RedHead suffered a terrible loss. Her beloved horse Summer died. You can see My Girl's picture with Summer on my page.

My Girl's heart was truly broken, although she tried to hide it. She loved brushing Summer, and Summer loved her. Summer would come right up to her in the pasture, and follow her, like a dog, back to the barn to be groomed. MG called her, "My Summie" and they have been together for years.

Farewell Dear Summer. Thank you for the joy you brought into My Girl's life.
We will remember your gentle nature, and loving heart.

Missing Bunny Loot

This afternoon when the Jazz-Mom and My Girl came home, Katie was with them. Katie is one person that doesn't live here that I like. Jazz loves her too, since she has cared for him several times when our family was out of town ( before I arrived).

I stole a bag from off the table today. In the bag was a small square box. Inside the box was a surprise the Jazz-mom (AKA the Easter Bunny) had bought for My Girl for Easter. I spent the day methodically shredding the box. The Jazz-Mom searched and searched for the surprise. She found several piles of box here and there. Finally she found the surprise in Jazz's bed in the living room. I hoped she'd think Jazz was the culprit, but she seemed to know it was me. How?

Anyway, the box and the cotton inside had proved so tempting, I never got around to eating the surprise. So all is well, the Easter Bunny will have the gift to give, just no box.

News

Saw a cow today.

Dog Park

We got to go to the dog park today. I hoped My RedHead was coming with me, but she got out at the gymnastics place. Poo.

I was excited when we got to the park. I didn't shake or get a bit nervous! I was so happy to be out running in the lovely spring grass.

After the park, we picked My Girl up. I gazed up at her with such love and trust, the Jazz-Mom wished she hadn't forgotten her camera. My RedHead is the only person I like to rub my tummy. She does it just right. And I need my tummy rubbed after a long walk.

Jealous Jazz

I love watching Jazz go spastic when I kiss the Jazz-Mom. He growls and jumps and his eyes shoot daggers at me. Then when I get down, he chases me all over the house. Fun stuff.

Trouble on the Horizon

Yesterday the Jazz-Mom took us to some place called the Pet Lodge to spend the day. I heard her tell Grandmother it was so that she could see how we liked the place, because we will be staying there sometime. For 5 nights. Gulp.

This place is a long long way from where we live. Since we don't yet have car seats, the Jazz-Mom fixed up the back seat for us. She put pillows and blankets, and then attached our leashes to the seat belts. Jazz cried and whined. I simply chewed my leash in two, and lay down for a nap.

After my nap, I ambled up to check on the Jazz-Mom and Grandmother in the front seats. The Jazz-Mom called me Houdini.

Our stay at the Pet Lodge was OK. We were in a little room, not a cage. It had a door and window. Someone played with us at one point during the afternoon.
The Pet Lodge is a great place, with caring people and it even has a swimming pool. But the people we love were not there, so we were very glad to see the Jazz-Mom, when she came back.

Jazz stuck to the Jazz-Mom like glue for the rest of the day. He even slept curled up on her pillow next to her ear. He usually sleeps near her knees or at Boot Man's warm back. Every time she made a night trip to the loo, Jazz went with her, which he usually does not do. Jazz just isn't as resilient as I am. I roll with whatever comes.

An Unwise Decision

Today was actually hot outside. At twilight, the Jazz-Mom started feeling sorry for us because we had been inside all day, while she was taking care of some chores. So she decided to let us out to run a bit. Off leash.

The joy of freedom was intoxicating. We ran around the yard madly, wanting to smell everything at once. Boone and Austin were at the farm, so we had the place to ourselves. Suddenly, Jazz took off up the driveway like a prisoner fleeing Alcatraz. Of course I followed. Behind us, came the Jazz-Mom, wheezing and bleating "Jazz! Jazz!" Now the Jazz-Mom is no runner, for that matter, she isn't even much on walking. If sitting was an Olympic sport, well, she be there. So her attempts to catch our fleet paws were rather sad.

We'd stop to sniff, and just when she'd get close, off we'd go! We were fully one third the way up our driveway, which is quite long, before she finally nabbed the Stupid, as he was intently sniffing some loathsome thing.

She carried Jazz back to the house, and I trotted obediently beside her.

Something tells me it will be a cold day in Georgia before we get out off leash again.

More Comedy

Jazz is sound asleep in the Jazz-Mom's lap. Suddenly, the Jazz-Mom's stomach growls. Jazz jumps up barking and runs to the window. What a doofuss.

Comedy

That new dog Boone is going to give Jazz a nervous breakdown. I figured out Boone loves to hear himself bark after one evening of his hi-jinks. So now, I just ignore the boy. Jazz, however, has continued to join him in his pontifications. Jazz runs around wildly when Boone barks, as if he is suddenly going to find a long-overlooked doggy door or something. A pointless waste of energy, but fun to watch.

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Another Day, Another Dog

Scary Boot Man brought home another dog last night. Some friend of his called him and gave him this sob story about how this dog appeared on his doorstep, and he can't keep him, yada yada. So SBM, the big-hearted guy that he is, fetched the dog home "until I can find him a good home."

The new dog's name is Boone and he is a Blue Heeler, and boy is he full of energy! Austin is silent- he never barks. This Boone character is full of barks.
He also chases cars when they pull in and out of the driveway.

Austin seems to like him, but then Austin is so good natured, he'd like anydog. Boone sure seemed hungry when he got here, although he didn't look too thin. He ate 3 huge bowls of food, before he seemed content.

I have been having hissy fits since he arrived. He barks, then Jazz gets excited, runs to the window barking, and I feel I have no choice but to join in and help . The Jazz-Mom is frazzled, and said 4 dogs are too many. But she knew when Scary Boot Man named the dog Boone, after a dearly loved and departed dog, that this dog was probably staying here.

I have Jazz, so I guess Austin could use a full time buddy, but I have my doubts that Boone is the one he needs. Why not bring Duchess from the farm, since he loves her anyway? Boone is so high energy, I am afraid he will led poor trusting Austin into trouble. The Jazz-Mom says Austin and Boone were gone when she came home from taking My Girl to church, and Austin has never left before. Boone needs closer looking after than he can get here, due to work schedules, or his energy may lead him to mischief like chasing deer or the neighbor's cows.

So, I will try my darndest to convey to Scary Boot Man the folly of keeping such a dog here, even if he is smart and cute. We have more than enough smart and cute here already. I'll keep you posted on this situation Dogster buds. Meanwhile, if you are in the market or have lost a most excellent Blue Heeler wearing a brown collar in Georgia, drop me a line. TTFN

p.s. The thought has occurred to the Jazz-Mom that this dog could have actually been purchased by Scary Boot Man, rather than him truly being a foundling . Was the lost dog story a ruse to ease the new dog in with the least amount of resistance? Scary Boot Man has a known weakness for Blue Heelers. Stay tuned.

The Dog Waterer

The Jazz-Mom recently replaced our water bowl with a fancy model that recirculates the water through a filter and then sends the water cascading down a little ramp.

So now instead of getting fresh water in our bowl 3 times a day, we get water that runs around the bowl for a couple of days. Who is this supposed to benefit? Jazz is terrified of it- he sneaks up to it and grabs a mouthful and scoots. And I get so sleepy listening to the hypnotic hum of it's tiny motor and the little waterfall. I am afraid I will fall asleep while I am on guard duty while the humans are out earning our daily kibble.

You know, if it ain't broke....

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

My Girl did not come home with the Jazz-Mom today. Where is she? It is dark and no Girl.

Scary Boot Man is concerned about her absence- he asked Mom if she knew My Girl had gone to some place called Ellerjay? Mom said: " of course", and that My Girl would be home soon. How long is soon? It is nearly bedtime, and I like snuggling down beside My Redhead, lying on my back in the crook of her arm, sharing her pillow. The Jazz-Mom says we look so adorable when she tucks us in.

I don't want to have to sleep with Jazz and the Jazz-Mom because I have to sleep with one eye open. Scary Boot Man is twice as scary in the dark.

P.S. Jazz, Austin and I thank Trimee for all the bones. We have so many bones, we have them stashed all over the house.

An Outing

No, not that kind of outing.

We went to the dog park yesterday. The Jazz-Mom took pictures of us, and as you can see, I posed beautifully. If you check out Jazz's new pictures, all she got of him was his furry bum. Jazz goes deaf once we get outside. The Jazz-Mom can call, coax, entreat, plead,cajole or scream bloody murder-- Jazz will not respond. Nor will he deviate for a moment from his mission to sniff every single blade of grass, every twig, every bush. He cannot be persuaded to "look this way" for even a tiny second.

Now, you may have noticed that I am wearing a pink (and black) vest and have a pink leash. It doesn't worry my manly self one iota to be seen in pink. The Jazz-Mom has a thing for pink, so there you are. I couldn't be anything but the most virile of dogs, no matter what she chooses for me to wear.

I kept a sharp eye out for the Jazz-Mom and for my big bro while we were in the park. Jazz was so busy sniffing, a Mom-eating rhino could have slipped up on us, and he wouldn't have noticed. I was pretty tired when we got home, and thought I had earned a nap, but we had to get bathed first. After my bath, I jumped up on My Redhead's bed, got on my bean bag, and had a long rest.

Secrets

I've been a bit naughty this week, but so far, no one is the wiser. I was sniffing around the pantry (sometimes they drop cheerios) and I nabbed a pack of microwave popcorn. I took it to the computer room and opened it. Getting the package open was fun, but the popcorn was a letdown . It did have a luscious buttery coating , but as for the popcorn itself- bleech.

The Jazz-Mom found the remains of the package and the kernels scattered all over the next day. To my relief, she cleaned it up without a cross word to me. I am sure if she had known it was me, she would have reminded me that we eat only in the kitchen.

The other little faux-pas was a tad more serious. I nibbled a hole in her black merrells. But she thinks it was someone else! I heard her telling someone on the phone that " the little sheet ate my shoe"! I am relieved she isn't mad at me, because she sure sounded mad at that sheet.

Here I Come To Save the Day!

I have been very busy today. A total of 5 men invaded our abode under the guise of fixing the plumbing and such. I was not born yesterday! I am sure they had some nefarious purpose, and I made it my business to make their stay here as unproductive as possible.

Also, the Grandmother came. Now see here, this is My House. It belongs to Me, My Girl, the Jazz-Mom, and (it pains me to admit) Scary Boot Man! All others are to be viewed with suspicion. The Grandmother looks friendly enough. As of yet, she has not stolen our kibble nor any of our treats. But a dog cannot be lulled into complacency by kind words and a sweet face.

The Jazz-Mom finally stationed me in My Girl's room. Naturally she wanted that perimeter protected, since there are so many treasures there- all the toys both Jazz and I got for Christmas, as well as the bullies I've managed to sneak away from Jazz. I patrolled the area until the interlopers left the property. All the toys, treats and bullies are safe, no thanks to Jazz and Austin, who are no help whatsoever in a crisis.

If The Shoe Fits

I don't understand why when something happens to get eaten around here, everyone thinks that I am the culprit! Is thy servant a dog? Don't answer that.

You know, it is just possible Mama's -Little-Jazzman, Mr. Perfect could have eaten Scary Boot Man's humongous flip-flop. Or Austin could have snuck in and devoured the thing. Or Scary Boot Man himself could have eaten it. The Jazz-Mom says he'll eat anything, even her cooking!

There's absolutely no proof I ate that shoe, none whatsoever. I made sure I hid under the desk while I was eati......Oops.

My Saggy Windpipe

I have a mild case of tracheal collapse. Sometimes when I play too long with Jazz or eat too fast, I wheeze hard for a few seconds. My RedHead doesn't like to hold me during these episodes, lest I spew. The Jazz-Mom always chases me, since I panic and run. She picks me up and holds me to reassure me until I am OK again.

Every morning we get a treat when My Girl and the Jazz-Mom leave. I have to hurry and eat mine, because Jazz is a hog, and he will gobble his snack and steal mine. I don't know where he learned such tricks. So, this morning, I ran with my prize to the dog bed in the den, as usual. In my haste to devour my goodie, it went down wrong and I started the wheeze thing. This time I ran to the Jazz-Mom, and as soon as I was in her arms, I relaxed and stopped wheezing. Whee-u, that was scary! The Jazz-Mom cuddled and talked sweetly to me, and Jazz was in a perfect frenzy of jealousy, Ha Ha. She says from now on, she or My Girl will hold me while I eat my snack so I won't have to worry about losing it to my greedy big brother.

Mo the Gourmand

I make it a point to assist the people living here with me by taste-testing as much of the environment as possible. That way I can recommend the tastiest areas, should they decide to forego bringing in food, and just eat the house. I provide this information purely as a service to my peeps with no expectation of compensation.

My ratings:
l star- no good. Chewing your own paw is tastier
2 stars- OK if it's all you can reach
3 stars- Pretty good stuff
4 stars- Delish

My Selections:

The trim around the jacuzzi tub: Rather dry and bland. 2 stars

The wallpaper in the jacuzzi room: Lovely! Highly recommended 4 stars

My Girl's biology textbook: Disappointing, despite the promising frog on the
cover- 2 stars

The new vinyl flooring in the jacuzzi room: So yummy I had to taste 3 areas
before settling on a favorite.
4 stars

The paper mache turtle on MG's desk: Gave me gas. 3 stars

Sheetrock: Habit-forming! 4 stars

Staples: Despite the gastroscopy I required to have these removed, I found
them divine! 4 stars

Dog food: over-rated 1 star

Dog food bowl: pure bliss 4 stars

A Visit to the Vet and Other Woes

Today started off badly. We were bathed. Then we were taken to the vet.

Jazz hates the vet. He shook the whole way there. I got a needle and my nails trimmed. I took it like a man. Jazz shrieked like a girl and he only had his nails done. The whimp.

I have gained a whole pound. I now weigh 4 pounds. I weighed 2.8 until I had the liver shunt surgery. I'm a bruiser now. Scary Boot Man better watch his step.

So Much For TGIF

This was not a usual friday night. My peeps were out of pocket. How dare they go out and leave us home? To make things worse, the first one home was Scary Boot Man. I gave him my usual greeting of barks and growls.

Finally the Jazz-Mom and My Person came home. My Person made a bee-line for her computer- what's up with her? She barely notices me lately. Sheesh. The Jazz-Mom was glad to see us and talked to us in her lovey-dovey voice. Ah-Ha- I detect the scent of Weimaraner and Schnauzer. She's been to Allie and Emma's! How could she ? If I was along, there would be no fraternizing with foreign dogs, cousins or no cousins! I would not let Emma or Allie near the Jazz-Mom or My Person! Scary Boot Man they can have.

Finally we are cuddled up in the Jazz-Mom's bed. I growl at Scary Boot Man. He picks me up, and extends the olive branch. I stop growling- he is a big guy- but I refuse to kiss him. I kiss the Jazz-Mom when he puts me back in her arms, just to annoy him. I snuggle with the Jazz-Mom until My Girl comes to take me to our room for nighty night.

PS Miss Bella and Larry the Dude shared bones with us! Chis are the most generous dogs in the dog world. I love Miss Bella and Larry TD.

Where's the Can Opener?

Scary Boot Man and I are just not getting along. He scares me, I admit it! I don't like him hugging My Person. I bark at him when he comes home, and run from him when he comes near me. He got mad this week when he lost something and was looking for it, and I wouldn't quit barking. He told the Jazz-Mom "that dog is a lunatic." The Jazz-Mom picked me up and held me until he left. Good thing, because being called a lunatic was the last straw. I was getting ready to open a can of whoop-ash.

Poop Scoop

Good news. My tiny little tummy has adjusted to the new food, no more GI trots. Thank goodness. I got very tired of the Jazz-Mom washing my back side.

The Jazz-Mom has decided it wasn't the food, but some equally new health-food store treats: some toothsome stinky lamb bits. I shall miss those, but there are lots of other treats in the world. Just yesterday Scary Boot Man unceremoniously dumped 3 new rolls of paper towels into the floor from their resting place on a kitchen chair. I had part of one of the rolls as a mid-morning snack. Yummy.

Pups just Wanna Have Fun

Jazz has really gotten on my nerves lately. This week I managed to snare a tasty wad of paper from the trash can under the computer desk. Before I could transport my booty to some place where I could shred in private, Jazz grabbed the paper from my mouth AND TOOK IT BACK TO THE JAZZ-MOM!
I would have shared, but no, he has to be a suck-up. The fuss the Jazz-Mom made over him was just silly.

Then, this morning I conducted a panty raid while the Jazz -Mom was in the shower. Jazz was busy eating my breakfast, so I thought I would have a few minutes of peace with my prize. He must have heard me chewing, because he came running in, barking up a storm. He kicked up such a ruckus My Person was alerted, and she grabbed the bloomers and threw them in the hamper.

I guess I shouldn't blame the guy. He's almost 2 years old. He can't help being a set-in-his-ways-fuddy-duddy. And I do like it when he chases me around the couch. I'll just have to perfect my sneakiness. TTFN, Mo

Ups and Downs

Greetings fellow Dogsters! Since I last regaled you with tales from my life, I have become quasi-famous, as my diary one of Today's Picks on Saturday. I deeply appreciate that honor and especially the fact that my diary was chosen instead of The Stupid's. Ha.
My Person left in the Jazz-Mom's taxi Saturday and didn't come home until Sunday morning. I was not happy. I had to sleep with the Jazz-Mom and Scary Boot Man. I growled a bit at Scary Boot Man when I jumped into bed just to let him know I was not afraid, and not to be trying to squash me with his giant boots during the night. Jazz was hacked off that I was in his bed, but his attempts to banish me to My Person's empty room were fruitless.
On Sunday morning I attempted to put some food away for a rainy day. I found some rather large potatoes in the pantry. I commandeered 3 and stashed them in My Person's room. I did do a little nibbling on them too, just to be sure they were of acceptable quality. My Person found them when she got home. She threw them out! No matter, I am afraid they were inferior, since I upchucked shortly after I sampled them.
Welcome to our cousin Allie who joined dogster after reading my diary!! I'm so proud.

TTFN.

Mud

Boy was the Jazz-Mom steamed this morning. When we got up, she found Scary Boot Man had tracked mud all over the house. Mom called Scary Boot Man a horse's ash, whatever that is. She had just used the terrible carpet machine last night, but she had to get it out this morning and use it again. I wanted to go protect My Person from that machine, but her door was shut, so I ran to the Jazz-Mom's room, to guard the dust bunnies under her bed. They are afraid of the carpet machine, the whimps.

My Day

Today I played with Jazz, napped with the Jazz-Mom, defended my person from the vicious carpet machine, and took a shower . I spent all evening with My Person in our room. I'd really rather be out playing sneak-attack with The Stupid, but My Person has been feeling a tad insecure lately, so I am staying with her. Plus, she gave me cheerios yesterday and more may be forthcoming. One can dream.

Playing Favorites

There is a little problem at our house. My Person thinks I spend too much time with the Jazz-Mom. I admit, I have been hanging around her more of late, but there is no one like My Person. Last night when My Person and the Jazz-Mom were watching figure skating, I did sit with the Jazz-Mom, but hey, she's soft and squishy, and every once in a while she gets extra warm , like someone turned up the heat. My Person doesn't have much comfy padding, and she is always cool.

Notes From a Nervous Nibbler

Yee haw, the Big Rat in PA says spring in on the way! I hope he's right. I haven't been outside in ages. My Person thinks I'm too delicate to be out in the cold wet. As if.
Yesterday My Person didn't leave with the Jazz-Mom like they usually do. I wonder if it was because of all the white stuff on the yard? I hung out with her until she left to go to the farm. She goes there alot. She says she's taking care of her horse, but I think she's seeing another dog.
Today My Person left in the morning with the Jazz-Mom, and I went back to work on my latest project; gnawing on a hole I have managed to chew into the wall in the foyer. I started it last Friday, and the Jazz-Mom was much excited about it when she came home. When I started to work on it, I realized the Jazz-Mom had sprayed that nasty bitter apple on it! Curses! No worries, I will nibble a new spot beside it.
I didn't make as much headway as I'd hoped with the new hole, before I was overcome with sleepiness. Jazz was already snoozing away on the back of the couch where he could watch for that sneaky mail truck. Guess I'll just take a quick nap and get right back to work...
Shoot! Here they come and the hole isn't halfway finished. I hope the Jazz-Mom isn't too disappointed. She so loves me to get the hole really big, then she gets this white goo and a screen thing and fixes the hole. What fun!
I have to chew on the bully sticks or toys while the Jazz-Mom and My Person are home. They like me to save my wall holes to surprise them while they are gone. I wonder where my next project should be? TTFN, Mo