I Have a New Widdle Sister!!!!

Sorry that we haven't been on in a while, we have been berry, berry busy getting settled into our new house, etc. But I do hab sum new news..... I hab a new widdle sister!!! Her name is CHLOE, she is sooooo pretty! She was born in January, so she is just a little over 6 months old. We will post a photo of her soon. Mommy and Daddy got her for my human sisters, but looks wike she will end up being Mommy and Daddy's puppy since de gurls stay sooo busy. Oh, if you didn't figure it out yet, Chloe is a furbaby, not a human baby!!! I am still getting used to having another furbaby in de house, I really don't wike to share. I am so used to being the only "child", but my Mommy and Daddy are making sure that I feel very loved, and that I am not being "replaced" (as if THAT could ever happen!)

OK, so we'll be back in touch soon!!!

I'm In Trouuuubbbllleeee

OK, here's the story. I was outside with Daddy, watching him while he worked on his trailer he sometimes pulls behind his truck. He had me staked to the ground so I wouldn't wander too far when Daddy wasn't wooking. Well, Daddy thought I wuz being a good dawg, so he unhooked me and we walked in thru the garage and stopped at the deep freezer. Daddy asked me, "Snuff, want some ice?" (He knows I wuv ice). Well, Daddy says that he saw the look in my eye just before I took off... I took off running up to the corner, across the street and kept on going. FREEDOM, the wind blowing thru my fur... And Daddy is chasing me yelling "Snuff, you get back here". and "SNNNnnnnnnuuuuuuuufffff". Well, lo and behold, as I am running down the sidewalk, a widdle gurl comes out of her hooman house with her gurl dawggie. "WELL. HELLLLOOOO BABY", I said as I screeched to a halt. She and I were just getting cozy when Daddy caught up wif me, huffing and puffing. I thought it was funny, Daddy failed to see the humor in it. He grabbed me up, and said, "Boy, you are in trouble". Whaaaaaa? I thought Daddy would agree, men need to ... ahmmm... roam, sow our wild oats. Well, he didn't agree. He kept telling me the rest of the day how mad he was at me and that I was "grounded".. By the way, what is grounded? Is he going to put me in a dawgie bone hole?? Even when he went to the man-cave (Daddy's name for his office), he shut the door and told me that I was restricted from coming in for being a bad boy, that I had to go hang out with the hooman gurls.
Finally, Daddy seems to have forgiven me. Ballgames came on, and he said that even though he is still mad, men to men time always is first. Whew, I thought I was gonna have to sleep on the floor tonight!!!!
Daddy also said that I couldn't help him tomorrow to finish his trailer. Dawg it, I was betting that cute little dawgie would be outside again......

I Need a Bath...

I NEED A BATH, I need a bath, can't somebody gib me a bath??? I am soooo in need of a good bath. We are gettin' weady to move, and nobody has had de time to gib me a good bath and Mommy is startin' to get upset 'bout it. Daddy keeps saying he is gonna do it, then doesn't when he gets sidetracked wid udder stuff, so Mommy is threatening to send me to the gwoomer ahead of my scheduled time!!! Dawg, I must REALLY smell and wook doggie for dat to happen! Hmmm, I don't TINK I smell 'dawgie, as Mommy says I do, and I don't tink I wook dirty, but Mommy says I do. Well, what Mommy says, is always wight. Oh, I'd wather dey gib me a bath here at de house, instead of the gwoomer. Here's, its ober quick, and dey get me dwied wight away. At da gwoomer, I have to wait in wine.... Nooooooooooooooooo.... and she always cuts me too short, even though I howl to her the whole time....
Pwease, somebody gib me a bath before tomorrow morning... That is the time that Mommy says that we are "takin' a wide"..... and I am worried that means to the gwoomer.....

'Nuther Honor!

Bow-wow, they keep on comin'. I was asked to write a story, or interview of some dawgs for the Shih-tzu newsletter. I am just so overwhelmed, I am about to roll over. But I can't do that right now, gotta get myself together, otherwise I will roll right off the top of the clean clothes in the laundry basket. Lately that has been one of my favs..... To stretch out in a pile of nice, clean clothes piled in a laundry basket. I mean, It makes me feel like I am "King of the Mountain". But I do have to admit, I have rolled off a couple of times, when I started snoozin' and just went right off the top. Of course, I jumped up and tried to act all non-chalant about it, hopin' nobody was watchin'. I mean, I gotta keep up my cool factor. Always, always gotta remain cool. Keep that nose in the air, give that demeanor of "hey, wook at me, I AM the dawg to meet and greet". Well, I just jumped us, wooked around to make sure nobody noticed, threw a stretch in their to maintain that "coolness" like getting off the pile of laundry was really what I wanted to do, and then move on over to my food bowl. I wike to check it often, in case somebody has put sum-tin in it. Never know. I have gotten some real surprises, really, I have. I have gotten surprised with Dawgsters Ice Cream.... I don't know if I really like that, I mean, how can you trust something cold and wet that doesn't ever melt? And I have come across those left over breakfast sausage linksters occasionally too.... Mmmmmmm, I am drooling just tinkin' 'bout it. And my Daddy sum-times will literally make my dawg-food swim in leftover gravy.... Nothin' better than really good leftovers. I always thought thinks warmed up the second day was better than the first. OK, GOTTA change the subject, my tummy is growling just tinking of that lucious, creamy, warm, soothing, thick, tasteful, beefy,..........oh dang it, there I go again, on and on about food.
OK, changing the subject now back to what I originally writing 'bout. My interview story. I haf put out a few feelers to see if there are any dawgs that will let me interview 'em for the story. I plan on asking questions 'bout holiday kindness and generosity, but it IS tempting to throw in a couple of startle questions like, "so, is it true that you have been hanging out at the fence with _________?" and "is it true that you were seen sniffin' backsides with Miss _________?" Of course, til I talk with my dawg-lawyer, I gotta keep the names redacted until I am sure that some dawg can't sue me and take all my bones away for life.
So dawgs, I have a busy weekend, so you dawgs have a fun weekend and be good..... OK, TRY to be good. No hearing 'bout any accidents or such. I mean, what happens in the house doesn't always stay in the house.....
Later, Dawgs.

Bow-Wow-Wow!!!

Bow-wow-wow! I just found out that my diary has been listed by Dogster as a Diary of the Day! What an honor!
I knew I could write like the big dogs, just didnt know any paw-son else would think so.I will have to get on the internet and let all my fur-iends and relatives know about this. And then I will have to get in the window, let my buddies out on the block know about this. Also, the dogs that hang out on the corner. My Mommy and Daddy won't let me hang with 'em, dang it. It always looks like they are having so much FUN. They wait for the ice cream truck comes around, and hang out with the kids and wait for them to drip it all around on the ground. Occasionally a kid will lean over and not pay attention, and one of my fur-iends will make a sneak attack and take a quick bite out of the ice cream cone too. I hang out the window watching them, and I am doing some serious drooling. And these lucky dogs, they get to chase cars going by. I keep getting howwwwllllinnng mad at my Mommy and Daddy, telling them that I will stick to the small compacts. I mean, my pawls chase the big stuff -- the delivery trucks, occasional moving truck. But I promised to stick to the small stuff but my Mommy said that she didn't raise "that kind of pup". Dang it, I sit in the window and watch them chasing the mailman when he walks thru....hahahha... never saw a paw-son run so fast! I like all the dogs at the corner, except for Duke. He can really be a bully. He insists he gets first bite at everything, and can really growl when he doesn't. Nobody wants to challenge him. But one day, Duke will meet his match. Maybe not from a guy my size. We already have a German Shephard hanging out on the corner, but nobody can understand what in the dog he is saying! He has the strongest German accent! And then there's Tiny, the St. Bernard... I don't remember the names of the other guys, I haven't had enough time on the corner to even sniff their butts. My Mommy and Daddy won't let me. I have tried to sneak out the door a couple of times, when the pizza guy came to deliver a pizza, I slipped past everybody. Wouldn't you know it, Daddy and Sissy realized it and went running after me yelling "Snuuuuuuuufffff, you come back here". So much for a great escape. They caught me before I got too far. I realized they were going to catch me, so I turned around at the mailbox. I figured if I did that, I wouldn't be in too much trouble....
Well, maybe another day, I can get down to the corner. But in the meantime, I gotta go spread the news to all my fur-iends!!!!!!

Bad HairCuts

Now I know what Mommy means by as bad haircut. Some paw-sons should be sheared with some of the things they call "good" haircuts. So far, I have gotten three of them.....three too many. One time, I came out looking like I was a rat. Mommy said to cut me short, but this paw-son sheared me off completely. I tried to yell to her that she was cutting it too short, but noooooo.,... would she listen to me? I kept telling her , "My Mommy is gonna be MAAAAddddd at youuuuuuu".... And dog was she. I guess the lady cutting me couldn't understand dog howl...My Mommy even asked to talk to the manager, and when she does that, I KNOW she is in a fighting mood. But I had to agree with her, they made me so NOT handsome. She was so spitting mad, it would have been funny if I hadn't looked so bad. Every time I walked in front of the mirror for a month, I cringed. Now how can I get the babes looking like a RAT??? Tell me, how??? Another time, they cut my face all wrong, and I looked like a lion.....not one of my most attractive cuts. She let that one go, because at least it wasn't too short. That too short hair cut took months to grow out. The next time I went in, she made it crystal clear to them, "do NOT shear my baby" and showed them over and over how short my hair should be. They did much better after that.
So from now on, my Mommy (or my Daddy, whoever manages to take me), makes sure they know that I am not just Snuff, but I am THE Snuff and that I had better get better treatment or my Mommy will tell all the other Mommies not to take their furbabies there. Boy, if I didn't know my Mommy like I do, I'd be 'furaid of her too!! BOL!! My Mommy has a loud bark, but I know she doesn't bite. She takes such good care of me, and demands everybody else does too. I am so glad my Mommy wuves me so much.
Oh, and if you don't believe me about my really bad haircut, take a look at the last photo on the bottom.... That is me in my recovery days, more than a month after my scalping....
But my Mommy makes sure.....NEVER AGAIN...

High Chairs!

Mommy found Furbabies High Chairs on the internet. She wants to get one but doesn't think Daddy will like the idea. Wonder if we just sneak it in and I'll just sneak up to the table, if Daddy will notice?? I already sit in a regular chair but I can't see over the edge of the table, so it makes it hard to eat. I am not allowed to put my paws on the table either, so I sit there being a good dinner paw-tner. My mommy loves to look for new things for me on the internet. She treats me just like I am her baby, doesn't she realize that I am a MAN now? In doggie years, I am 21!! Legally I can drink now, if they'd let me. But Mommy treats me like my people years says I am.....three. Sigh, I guess it isn't all bad, being babied to death. I just put my paw down, I refuse to wear doggie diapers....That is where it ends. Those things come OFF right away. She can dress me in all kinds of shirts, sweaters and everything else, but I am too OLD for diapers!

Cat-Dog

We think that Snuffy, our handsome furbaby, thinks he has come "cat" in him.... He loves to jump on the couch and sit on the back of it. He will sit there for hours, and will even go to sleep. One day, he was sleeping so hard he fell over, and was woken up when he was falling behind the couch.

This cat-dog also think he needs to eat at the table. He will jump in his chair and wait for someone to produce a bowl of food for him. He is so cute and patient. He will wait, even through a prayer not touching his bowl until someone says it is ok to eat. I mean, our furbaby definately knows is manners!

Soon on the move

Snuffy is getting ready for a big move, all the way across country to the East Coast. Daddy has retired from the Marine Corps after 20 years in, and we are moving there. We are going to drive, which is one of Snuff's favorite things to do.... ride in the car. We have begun to get his things ready. He has his doggie carseat. We are also going to get the seatbelt fastener, in case he wants to lie down on the back seat instead of sitting in his carseat. And he has his special babytreats that we will make sure we have plenty of, we wouldn't want to run out on the way.

For a little bit of history, Snuff came to our family just before we entered a time of tumult for our family. Just after arriving, Mommy was found to have a brain tumor. It was benign, but still caused problems. It was finally removed, and Snuffy, being the lovable furbaby he is, came to the hospital to visit (his big Sissies snuck him to where Mommy was). Then when Mommy got home from the hospital, Snuff made sure he helped in her recovery. He kept watch over her when she took her naps, and protected her if he thought something was wrong. He followed her even to the bath to watch her bathe, even though he hates bathtime. He was responsible for taking care of his Mommy, and he took the job seriously. Daddy told Snuff every day when he left for work, "Snuffy, take care of Mommy while I am gone to work today and I will see you when I get home". He was such a good watchdog and took such good care of Mommy, making her laugh even when she didn't feel like it. Now, when she tells him it is time to go to bed, he hops right up ready for Mommy to join him. He doesn't like to be scolded by Mommy when he does something wrong, and will go jump in Daddy's lap and give him that look like "why are you letting her fuss at me?" It is takes everything that Mommy has not to laugh at her furbaby then. He then comes back to Mom and lays his head right next to her, wanting her to cuddle with him......which of course she does.
And every evening when Daddy wants to watch a ballgame, he and Snuffy will go to do the "guy's" thing and get snacks and watch the game. All Daddy has to say is "Snuff, time to go watch the game" and Snuffy is down the stairs before Daddy is and sitting on the sofa. He knows good "guy" time...!!!!
Our furbaby has some of the funniest habits.....like WAITING for a laundry basket of clothes. He will jump on the top of it and sit on it, like he is King of the Mountain and give everyone a look like , " who wants to challenge me?"
We want to get Snuffy a fursister or furbrother, but are waiting until we get to our new home. We don't want to upset a new furbaby by upsetting him/her with a long move (we think it will take about 8 days, considering all the puppy pitstops we will be making).
So, soon our furbaby will be playing with a new fursister or furbrother, as soon as we get there. That is one of the first things we are going to do....

Soon on the move

Snuffy is getting ready for a big move, all the way across country to the East Coast. Daddy has retired from the Marine Corps after 20 years in, and we are moving there. We are going to drive, which is one of Snuff's favorite things to do.... ride in the car. We have begun to get his things ready. He has his doggie carseat. We are also going to get the seatbelt fastener, in case he wants to lie down on the back seat instead of sitting in his carseat. And he has his special babytreats that we will make sure we have plenty of, we wouldn't want to run out on the way.

For a little bit of history, Snuff came to our family just before we entered a time of tumult for our family. Just after arriving, Mommy was found to have a brain tumor. It was benign, but still caused problems. It was finally removed, and Snuffy, being the lovable furbaby he is, came to the hospital to visit (his big Sissies snuck him to where Mommy was). Then when Mommy got home from the hospital, Snuff made sure he helped in her recovery. He kept watch over her when she took her naps, and protected her if he thought something was wrong. He followed her even to the bath to watch her bathe, even though he hates bathtime. He was responsible for taking care of his Mommy, and he took the job seriously. Daddy told Snuff every day when he left for work, "Snuffy, take care of Mommy while I am gone to work today and I will see you when I get home". He was such a good watchdog and took such good care of Mommy, making her laugh even when she didn't feel like it. Now, when she tells him it is time to go to bed, he hops right up ready for Mommy to join him. He doesn't like to be scolded by Mommy when he does something wrong, and will go jump in Daddy's lap and give him that look like "why are you letting her fuss at me?" It is takes everything that Mommy has not to laugh at her furbaby then. He then comes back to Mom and lays his head right next to her, wanting her to cuddle with him......which of course she does.
And every evening when Daddy wants to watch a ballgame, he and Snuffy will go to do the "guy's" thing and get snacks and watch the game. All Daddy has to say is "Snuff, time to go watch the game" and Snuffy is down the stairs before Daddy is and sitting on the sofa. He knows good "guy" time...!!!!
Our furbaby has some of the funniest habits.....like WAITING for a laundry basket of clothes. He will jump on the top of it and sit on it, like he is King of the Mountain and give everyone a look like , " who wants to challenge me?"
We want to get Snuffy a fursister or furbrother, but are waiting until we get to our new home. We don't want to upset a new furbaby by upsetting him/her with a long move (we think it will take about 8 days, considering all the puppy pitstops we will be making).
So, soon our furbaby will be playing with a new fursister or furbrother, as soon as we get there. That is one of the first things we are going to do....