November 8th 2007 9:45 am
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Finally, there is relief from the intense heat! We still have no rainfall, but at least being in my great outdoors is much more tolerable.
I wish someone could explain to me why humans are so glued to the clock. It is bad enough that they seem driven by the thing, but now THEY moved it back an hour! This makes no sence whatsoever. It is still going to get dark when it gets dark, and the sun is still going to come up in the morning. Go figure! One problem is that they seem grumpier when WE get up at our normal time. The major issue is that "Feeding Time" is now an hour later. What do they think? That we can just move our hunger clock back an hour??? We've been on a schedule. Do not mess with the high point of our day! So much for my soapbox speech.
I have BIG NEWS here... I think I told you that Mom & Dad do "Doggie Rescue". Well, Mom gets this call that there is ANOTHER WIRE FOX TERRIER at our local shelter. To make that more complicated, this male critter is said to be traveling with a COMPANION DOG and cannot be separated from him. This happened the very first morning after Mom & Dad went to the beach & BOARDED US for the first time in our lives! WE WERE IN CAGES! ...WITH NO UPHOLSTERED FURNITURE! It was like primitive living conditions, a real "Survivor" experience.
Fortunately Mom realized that there was potential for great bloodshed if she brought those two canines into OUR home, so nice Dr. Wayne let them stay there for a full 3 weeks. Mom or Dad went every single day to walk & feed these two guys, know as "Maxx" (the wire), and "Louie" (the, uh... Cairne-Schnauzer-Poodle-looking "thing". Actually Louie looks like a hairy black cocktail peanut, but am I to talk?)
So here goes my dear old Mom. Three weeks into it she can't sleep at night thinking about those two in a, cold outdoor kennel. She's torn between being here with her own kids and being there with those two virtually unknown, very thin, "creatures". Our house is newly totally remodeled and Dad pretty much had his heels firmly implanted into the floors, saying, "No way are TWO MORE coming into this house! Period!" Then Maxx & Louie started that sweet kissie-kissie business on Dad, and he agreed to take all four of us to a big play area, to "try" to see if we might get along. Well we were all tolerant of each other on 2 acres of land, giving Mom the perception that we were all in love with each other or something -Geeze!
So... You guessed it. We are now a temporary (I hope) family of FOUR! I can now take back all of the rude things that I said about my brother, the ZiPPeRR00fus. He alone was not that bad. Now there are TWO WIREFOX TERRIERS and ONE HAIRY COCKTAIL PEANUT in MY HOUSE!
I suppose that I am coping pretty well, considering. The best thing is that I have become the Supreme Alpha-Dog Being, with all of the prestige & benefits that go along with that position. And let me tell you, I do not hesitate one bit to utilize the power that goes along with my status. It seems a perk is that more treats are given out now, only they are much smaller treats now.
Mom & Dad were told by the shelter workers that Maxx was 5 years old and that Louie was 4. Ha! That's a good one! Why, these guys are merely adolescent at best. Neither can be much over a year and a half old. They are babes! (I have to admit, it's pretty sad that neither seems to have had any quality time playing with people or toys. I am sure Mom will go off on another binge of dog squeekies, if our G-Grandmama doesn't send some new ones our way.) They must have been very confused and sad after being left at our humane shelter, maybe they just acted much older, and not like the silly, goofy pups that they are.
I suppose this "situation" is tolerable - for now. Mom & Dad are either getting attached, or maybe they are just getting accustomed to the increased level of kaos in this house. Maxx sheds like a molting ostrich. The black carpets are now a grey. Louie is intimidated by the energy of the Wires and by my size. I think he has bonded with me because we are both black, and he has idealations of getting to grow up to be my size. He isn't so bad, when the other two are not around, the kid kind of looks up to me.
If there's any reward for me in this "Mess", it's that Zip has received a dose of his own behavior! Maxx enjoys giving him a taste of his own neurotic, pestering behavior. Zip does not care for "sharing" his people with anyone, obviously a breed-trait, as Maxx does not care for sharing his guardian angels either!
The Holiday Season is rapidly upon us & Mom came home with a bag with 4 identical squeekie toys in it. I am no dummy. This means that she might be anticipating that they may be here to share in the festivities with us, come Santa-Dogs arrival. That means instead of having just a one-on-one fight over the presents that the Jolly Old Dog brings us, we will have an all out pack war. This just may be the year that I sleep all the way through the holidays.
Well, this is my update to you all for now. I have no telling what the future may bring, nor do I dare even imagine! All I know is that we are in BIG trouble if Mom or Dad get a call that there is another one of "those wirey things", that needs rescuing.
Feel free to send me your sympathies or a box or two of cookies to brighten my day. I will write more when I wake from practicing my long so-to-be winter's nap!
A.B. Peck, HdD
(Honorary DoodleDog!)
June 24th 2007 8:07 pm
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My name is ArchieBarkerPeck and my folks best bet on my heritage is that I am a BeardedCollieOtterHoundSetterOOOoodle. Mom likes to just say that I am a big black ShagDog. I've also heard her tell people that I am a Hostess Twinkie-Dog because I have "Creamy Filling" on my chest. I just know that it is my all time favorite spot to be scratched. There and I like to have my Waddle wiped after I dine. Before you get weird, my Waddle is the place under my chin that drips after I have a big drink of water.
I picked out my own Mom & Dad. I wasn't crazy about the family that adopted me, they were great people, but they were far too busy to devote their entire lives to me like I deserved. So at every opportunity, I would escape my fenced yard & sit at Mom & Dads front door... waiting. I would wait until the precise second that Mom or Dad would open the door and then WHAM! In I would go, straight back to the kitchen where they would feed me the really good kind of food. I had a sister wirefox terrier back then... and she was the most wonderful, tolerent sister a guy like me could ever want. It may have been because she thought that I was just visiting.
My visits became longer & longer and when Mom heard that I taken up Car-Chasing three blocks away, that was it. I had a new home! To make certain that I adjusted to the confines of total comfort, Dad fenced in our fenced in yard! I've been pretty happy here...
...that is until ZippeRR00fus, my baby brother, (my shrimpy little brother "Zipperr00fus" ), showed up. What an utter pest! He constantly wants to play. Play-play-play. Well, I am not much of an In-Your-Face kind of player. He's always got something in his mouth that he wants to tug over and he is in constant MOTION. He makes me really irritable as I am a kind of "Let's have a beer & watch the tube" kind of guy.
Oh Zip is tolerable, I suppose. I have to admit that the treat-cookie supply that is handed out has doubled since he arrived, but then my weight has picked up a bit also. And we do look quite dapper when we sit together, kind of a study in contrast, a kind of salt & pepper effect.
Well, it's summer here and hot as the dickens! It's too hot to go outside & it's almost too hot to stay inside. About all we (can do is sleep. We're trying our best to sleep until autumn but that seems to be a long way away.
Next time, I'll tell you about THE HAIRCUT and what it is like to look like a giant BLACK Q-TIP.
High Five,
ArkBark
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