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I Am in Disgrace

January 4th 2013 9:22 am
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Dear Diary,
I am in deep, deep disgrace with Mommy (although it was really HER fault)!
As you know by now I luv to follow the path of the "little white truck" which is actually our mailman. Well, yesterday we were having a delivery made, 'n' the delivery truck had blocked our mailbox. So, Mommy 'n' I went outside to stand 'n' wait in the driveway, so we could get our mail. I got excited as usual, running around in circles even leashed as I always (Rats!!!) am. The mailman comes up; I look expectantly for an invite to join him in his truck (otherwise known as LWT); he hands Mommy the mail; and, totally ignores ME! When I am in the house and see him either going up or down our hill, I will shake whatever area rug or otherwise shakeable thing is available. Being on the driveway the only thing I could see that was remotely shakeable was Mommy's flapping pants leg, so....I went for it. So what if I also grabbed part of her leg? She should have put it somewhere else. Now she's calling me her Carnivoracious Pup! She did bleed a lot, but I still think it was her fault for having that leg in my sight anyhow. I s'pose now I'll never again get to wait outside with her for the mailman. She did tell me later that she still luvs me, so I guess all is forgiven. Maybe next time, we can take an area rug out with us, just in case.


A Few Days Before Christmas

December 13th 2012 11:09 am
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A Few Days Before Christmas

T’was a few days before Christmas
And all ‘round our house,
Every creature was stirring,
(but not the mouse!)

Pups sniffing, cats purring,
Mom ‘round the stove stirring
Food for all residents,
(But not the mouse!)

The tree decorated,
Children elated,
Anticipating the big day,
(but not the mouse.)

“Why not?” you may ask
the poor li’l creature.
“I’ll tell you,” says he,
“You’ve missed the main feature.”

“It’s the Holy Child’s birthday,
we must remember.
It’s the most important day
In the month of December.”

“So, sing songs of joy,
as you decorate your house!
He was sent to save us!
(Even the mouse!)

gmc 2012


My Crazy Thanksgiving

November 17th 2012 3:24 pm
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Dear Diary,
This is going to be a crazy Thanksgiving in our house this year. Mommy ‘n’ Daddy tore up our kitchen ‘n’ are taking out all the cabinets where all the cooking things are kept! There are holes in the walls ‘n’ I have no idea where they’ve moved my treats!!! Every flat surface in the house is covered with something, ‘n’ even the pawrents can’t find a lot of the stuff they want. How can they fix my turkey ‘n’ stuffing? On top of that, Mommy’s having something done to her eye that’s s’posed to make her see better….it’s called a Cat-a-Rat or something like that. Now, how did that Cat ‘n’ the Rat get in her eye, I ask you? Anyhoo, that means she’s not doing much of the cooking on Turkey day. It’s all up to Daddy (he does much of the cooking anyway…). So, Fur Pals, think of me when you’re smelling ‘n’ sniffing all those turkey-day goodies. There sure won’t be much going on here, that’s for sure!!!


The Great Escape!

October 30th 2012 1:32 pm
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Dear Diary,
I DID IT!!! I escaped out the front door! I've always luv'd to watch the "Little White Truck", better known as the mailman, coming up our opposite hill, down our hill on the other side of our street, 'n' then back up our hill when he stops at our mailbox. Then I watch, from inside the house of course, as he continues on up the hill 'n' then down on the opposite hill. Yes, yes, I know this is very convoluted, but that's how it is!!!
Well, today Daddy opened the door 'n' I was ready....I sprung into action 'n' tore out of the house 'n' chased that Little White Truck right up the hill, despite the cold, pouring rain. Daddy, ha-ha, had to run across our back yard 'n' the neighbor's yards to intercept me on the other hill. (You should have seen him running across that wet, sloshy grass.) He met the postman as he was stopping at our opposite neighbor's box, 'n' then came li'l ol' me,
who jumped into the mailman's truck. That's really all I want, is a ride in the LWT. Is it ever gonna happen.....? I doubt it, but I know that if any other fur had been there to race with me to catch that ol' LWT, they would have been left in my dust!!! ("Dust" being a figure of speech since it was cold 'n' soggy outside.) Anyway, The Day Was Definitely Mine!!!


~How to Train a Human~

September 4th 2012 8:58 am
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Dear Diary,
This is an open letter to all Furs who have long desired to know precisely how to go about training their humans. First, let them get comfortable in an easy chair, all relaxed, drinking their coffee and watching the morning news. Sit on their lap for a bit to lull them into thinking that they have everything under control and that all is well in their world for the nonce. THEN jump down, go take the covers off the furniture they were protecting, and give the reclining human "the Look!" Make sure the Look is full of promise for entire destruction of said furniture if ignored. Our covered furniture is leather, and does not like to be raked by paws! Stare at the furniture in an evil manner, then back at the human, just to make sure she or he is getting the message. Paw the furniture gently at first, and if you are still being ignored, step up the pawing a few notches. Don't worry. Said human will quickly arise from her comfy seat, and get the treat or chewy for you, just as you have trained her to do. Take my word for it!!! It works like a charm EVERYTIME!!!


This Has Been an Embarrassing Week!

July 20th 2012 11:28 am
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Dear Diary,

After spending 4 and a half days in captivity....a Kennel....the pawrents FINALLY retrieved me, 'n' took me home. However, I was attacked by a case of the "runs", 'n' not the fun kind if you get my drift! I was leaving messes all over the house 'n' the folks couldn't get me outside fast enough. It was truly humiliating for me 'cause I am fastidious, as are all basenjis, 'bout keeping clean 'n' odor free. Not this week, though. Daddy had finally had enough, 'specially the 3:00 a.m. trips outside with me, so he took me 'n' a sample of you-know-what to the vet, expecting to hear big words like "clostridium whatever" or food-poisoning, etc. I thought this sounded great as a reason, 'cause maybe they'd blame it on the kennel 'n' I wouldn't have to go there again.
WRONG!!! The vet said there was nothing wrong with my insides that a little relief from Stress wouldn't take care of. Go figure.....STRESS!!! Looking back, though, it seems a reasonable conclusion. Let me enumerate the sequence:
1. Big, bad Derecho storm hits 'n' I'm in the house alone as trees 'n' branches fall all around 'n' the lights go out.
2. My skin bro 'n' his family come to stay at our house when we get light 'n' air the next day 'cause we're lucky enough to be on the hospital grid. Others near to our neighborhood were not so lucky. Did I mention that said skin bro brought his 2 doggies? That makes 6 people 'n' 3 doggies, counting moi.
3. Next, my skin sis 'n' her tribe arrive. (They didn't bring their pups, thank goodness!) Now we have 9 people 'n' 3 doggies.
4. My skin uncle, who lives nearby, came to stay 'cause he had no light or air, 'n' he also brought 2 pups with him! By this time everyone is scrambling for a bed! (BTT skin bro had light 'n' had gone home.)
5. After all had gone home, 5 days later, I had the pawrents for 2 days 'n' then THEY LEFT for 4 days, putting me in the kennel.
My nice comfy 'n' safe routine had been destroyed, hence the Stress. The pawrents are breathing (no pun intended) more easily now that they know the reason for my "illness" 'n' are now groveling 'n' promising me faithfully that where they go, I get to go too.
I guess this proves that sometimes bad things can be turned around for the good.



June 27th 2012 7:17 pm
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Dear Diary,
We had a Very Rude awakening early this morning. I was still on the bed, Daddy had just gotten up, 'n' Mommy was ready to go back to snoozing, when all at once we heard 'n' FELT this humongous BLAM!!! I must have jumped 3 feet in the air 'n' then charged down the stairs to hide behind Daddy. Mommy also jumped (literally) out of bed, too, 'n' the house really shook. She thought something must have exploded nearby. Something did blow up nearby...actually across the street. It was the transformer that blew, shutting off our electricity.
Now, as to what CAUSED the transformer to blow, it's a somewhat tragedy. Now some of you pups may say, "Hurrah!" when you hear what happened, as there are some of you known to not like this "cause." I'll tell you: it was a squirrel who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I always thought squirrels knew how to climb those poles 'n' power lines, but this one was definitely not in the know. Daddy found him fricasseed (we don't know how to spell this word) at the bottom of the pole. I do hope the power company gave him an appropriate burial. All in all, I prefer to be awakened by Mommy's alarm clock.


Freedom is Sweet (But just a little Scary!!!)

June 18th 2012 12:13 pm
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Dear Diary,
Last weekend my Daddy took me to a really neat place 'n' LET ME GO!!! Now, I don't mean he permitted me to travel with him....I mean that he let me OFF LEASH!!! (Actually that is the reason Mommy refused to go, 'cause she just knew I'd run off 'n' they would be chasing me all over trying to lure me back!) Daddy took me to a family-owned campground along the Ohio River. The grounds are on a large bluff over-looking the water, with a dock 'n' other water-related stuff. When I got out of the truck, I was still on leash, but Daddy let me off as soon as we saw my fur-cuzzes, Maggie 'n' Mimi. I ran around sniffing all the unfamiliar "sniffs" there, then I really stopped in my tracks: there before me were the 2 largest labs I've ever seen. The really Big One is called Captain, 'n' he's even large by Lab standards, but he's actually as gentle as a pussycat! The owners were tempted to call the other "Tenille", but her name is Dixie. She's gentle, too. I checked out the 3 campers that were there, 'n' settled under a picnic table. Mommy should be ashamed that she thought I'd run off. There was NO WAY I was gonna let Daddy out of my sight. If I got lost, I would have had to swim across that river to get home, 'n' I wasn't gonna let That Happen!!! Get myself wet? No Way!!! All 'n' all, I had lots of fun, got some handouts from the picnic table, 'n' had some quality time with Daddy!


Wow! Doggy of the Day!!!

April 1st 2012 4:41 pm
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Dear Diary,
We were sooo surprised to see that li'l ol' me was "Dogster Doggy of the Day" today. Now, you must understand that I'm not inclined to skepticism or anything like that, bu-u-u-t,
it IS April Fool's Day, 'n' so I decided to tread very carefully, in case there was a catch or something. But, there WASN'T!!! What an Honor! It really warmed my heart, 'n' actually warmed Mommy, too, 'cause she came home from church today feeling frozen. There was no heat at church as the gas was off 'n' it was in the 40's. It never came on 'n' she sings in 2 services, so she was pretty much an icicle when she got home. But, she took me on my walkie to the park 'n' we both warmed up some. Then........she turned the 'puter on 'n' discovered my great 'n' wonderful s'prise!!! Thank you, Dogster, 'n' All My Wonderful Fur Pals for the congrats 'n' all. You're the BEST!!!


Shaki, the Alarm Clock

March 8th 2012 7:57 am
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Dear Diary,
Mommy is calling me her “alarm clock!” Now, I ask, is that nice? Just because I come back from my early morning walks with Daddy, ‘n’ charge up the stairs to pounce on her until she wakes up to play with me, does NOT make me an “alarm clock!” She was giving me icy glares just this morning because her bed was a bit mussed. (Well, I had thrown my doggy bed right on top of her.) I had a perfectly good excuse, however, because I could not find my bone-bone. I knew I had hidden it somewhere in the vicinity, but could not locate it. Sooooo, I had to dig around until I could. Then I found the neatest place to re-hide it: under Daddy’s pillow. Mommy snarked at me ‘bout that too! Just ‘cause we ‘senjis do lots of digging (inside more than outside for me) does not mean we’ll actually dig a hole in the bed sheets or other furniture! [Mommy! That was just one old couch, ‘n’ it really needed replacing. Besides I like the taste ‘n’ smell of old stuffing.] Anyhow, it’s gonna storm here today, ‘n’ I need protection ‘n’ snuggling from the thunder-boomers. Who better to furnish that than a nice, warm blankie ‘n’ my Mommy?

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