OMD A Royal Visit

Man oh man I am STILL psyched!

Guess who showed up at my house? Finn and Skye. They brought their Mommy too!

When they walked in, I was sooo excited I could have chased my own tail! Finn and Skye, here in my own living room! And talk about FURRY! You should see their coats. Wow, they are royal. Summer says.."Is that what we are suppose to look like?"

We had a swell time. We sniffed each other, gave cavie kisses to each other's pawrents, got belly rubs and apple slices. I even got to try Alpharetta water! The Mommies took lots of pictures. Check out their facebook pages!

The pawrents talked and talked. Seems like they new each other forever.

Bubba was a toy hog. You'd think he never plays with toys. He went nuts for Finn's toy Buddy. Even when it was on the table he kept trying to get it.

Summer was something else. Who was that dog? I think she wanted Finn and Skye to give a good report to Zumbi. Finn's Mommy was concerned because Bubba was hogging her toy. Summer sits there like a sweet lttle demure thing. HA! Let me bark it out for you all.... if we didn't have compoany she's kick his furry kiester and take her toy.

We were all diving for the water bowl and she sits there like all "the big boys won't let me near the bowl" again HA! She could of taken all of us with one paw tied behind her back and drink all the water herself and then burp! Who was she fooling?

Skye did pretty well even though he's just getting over being sick. We picked up our food, water and reats so he wouldn't get sick. Speaking of food, Mommy fogot the cow creamer when she served coffee. Martha Stewart she ain't.

I think Finn and Skye has a good time. They were pretty tired out when they left our house. (No mini though...) Even though we all took a little nappie.

I jsut had the best ole time. Finn's Mommy is real nice too. She gave me kises and belly rubs. She's a keeper.

I'm planning a a road trip to Georgia. Anyone with me?

Nibbles

Just being a dog

Hi everybody. Long time since I posted a diary entry. I think today I'll bark about about us dogs just being dogs.

What am I whinning about? Let me give you some examples... First of all, I and the other fur people in the house were perfectly fine. But Mom decides we all need haircuts and a bath. I know, I know, what's her problem. Anyhow, we all got taken to this place where they gave us a haircut and a bath. All of us came out smelling real fru-fru and very un-dog like, if you know what I mean. So what's a dog to do, right? Bubba and I were out for a walk together and both of us being boy dogs... maybe I better explain to those of you who don't know about us boy dogs. We go number one by lifting a leg. No, really, it's a neat trick. It takes alot of balance but we can write our names on stuff like fire hydrants or mailboxes. Anybark, Bubba and I helped each other out and well, peed on each other. Mom had one of her coniption fits right there on the sidewalk on a Sunday morning. Yelling at both of us that she just had us groomed and that we were gong to go to the pound. Can you tell that Mom has pee issues? You'd think we pee nuclear waste by how she can carry on. The neighbors think she is some kind of raving lunatic. I mean geesh, we went out side for the love of lassie. I think of doggie urine, or any urine for that matter, as a nice cologne. Mommy would say that we are gross. Go figure.

Here's another example... a few nights ago, Bubba threw up and Summer helped clean it up. If Mommy cleans it up, she gets paper towels,spray, a whole big production. Summer, being a very practical dog just eats it. Us dogs say cool and thanks. Mommy says gross. Then on top of that the folks wouldn't let Summer lick them in the face. Really, Bubba and I didn't mind. Humans, they can be so fussy. Despite the fact Summer drank water, ate her kibble and her breath was doggie fresh, she acted like a human and made it better for the folks. She got a hold of Daddy's breathmints and ate two. She spit out the wrapper and everything. (By the way, she's real good at getting stuff like that. Actually, she's a genius at it! If I may brag on her myself.) I think breathmints are gross but the folks were a little amused by that.

My final example is cats. Personally, I don't see any use for them and if I had my druthers I'd chase them to kingdom come. But the folks keep telling me to be nice to the kitties. So, one night I was out for my bedtime walk with Daddy and there was a cat, just laying by our mailbox. I, in totally polite, friendly dog fashion, sniffed the cat's butt. ( By the way, nothing to write home about) I tell you, Kitty shot out of there like it was launched out of a canon. I did not not growl, nip or lick. All I did was a friendly, neighborly, little sniff. How can a dog be nice to a skittish creature like that? Cats. Don't even have good canine manners.

Well, I better be going. Uncle Ed is coming over to help Daddy move some furniture. I have to make Uncle Ed feel loved. He's not much of a dog person but I've been working on him. I'll get Summer and Bubba to help me too. Won't Uncle Ed just love a barky, happy, jumpy, licky dog welcome!

Lovey Sounds

That's what Mom calls it. It's the sounds I make when I am REAL happy. Like when she comes home and we are having our special cuddle time. Sort of like a whine. Kind of a growl thrown in there. I guess I'm just a vocal kind of guy and I make these sounds when she is loving on me. Can't help myself. I also sort of moon up into her eyes when I do it. She loves that.

I also make the sounds sometimes when dad is loving on me.

In the past few weeks I have made the sounds when two of the neighbors have petted me. (Karen and Doug). Karen said Zoe makes the same kind of happy sounds.Mom was worried that the folks are away too much but she forgets I have the little furball with me so I'm not lonely. Besides, I'm use to being home before dad retired. Anybark, there is only a little time left on the test grading paer and I'll have Dads home during the day and Mom at night. Back to normal.

I think Mom thought it was her special sound just for her but she understands the cavalier temperment. We love everybody! I wonder what other furs do to make their humans feel special and loved? Or is that just a cavalier talent?


Nibbles

Togetherness

Mommy is in her test grading season so to save time she has Summer and I doing things together.

Like walking. Yep she walks us both together. No special leash either. We get a lot of comments from the neighbors. Strange comments, like "Wow, there's two of them!" (Duh), Believe it or not some people have thought Summer was me with a haircut. Just how much hair do they think I have? Some people think I am Summer's daddy. (Nope, brother and sister. Can't you tell by how she acts?) Get this, one little boy thought we were the same dog. I'm still trying to figure that one out.

Walking with Summer is like walking with some one doing the attention decifit disorder cha-cha. She is always getting in my face every few minutes. "Yes I know we are outside". "Okay Bye." "Yes I see the cat". "See ya later" "No I don't need to poop yet". "Adios" "Yep, still me over here". You get the picture. Oh, but let a fella squat or lift his leg and she's pulling to look at something neighborhood fabulous.

Does she know enough to chase a cat? Nooo. The other day we walked by and calico kitty was under a tree. Well I was going though the neighbor's flowers to get that darn cat. Summer? She was just staring at me and the cat. What did she think I want her to do? Take notes? Hellooo we are DOGS! Jot it down!

Mom has started feeding us at the same time. It is not so bad when Mom feeds us. Don't get me wrong, we do NOT eat out of the same bowl. We may be cavaliers but we are dogs! If Mom feeds us Summer has pretty good dinner manners. When Dad feeds us she has been known to growl at me. I swear I wasn't bothering her! Okay, Of course when Dad puts green beans on her dish I get a little confused and think it is mine. In my defense, I use to be the only dog around here who ate green beans. I don't mean to bark tales out of the kennel but Daddy gives Summer green beans to help her poo. Don't tell her I said that because she would be embarrased. I really wouldn't want to do that.

Even when we don't have to be together, here comes Summer. She can be busy playing with MY wubba toy (that I won) If I get up in Mommy's lap and cuddle she gets up there and starts licking Mommy's hand. Attention piglet. I got news for her, Mommy is not too keen on being licked!

What is up with her jumping all over me when Mommy tries to comb me? It takes next to nothing to comb her out but I need time to look this good. She thinks I can wrestle with her and be combed at the same time. Truth be told I'd rather wrestle.

Follows me everywhere. I jump on the ottoman to get behind the armoire. She follows me. She cries if I go outside without her. (But she does not cry if she goes out without me!) Crazy!

Of course we sleep together at night. Around 5 or 6 in the morning I let the pawrents know I want in bed with them. We both like to snuggle between the folks. Often we lay one below the other so we can be warm and toasty. She complains that I get a treat when she rings the bell to go out but I'm the one who gets us in the big bed in the morning, thank you very much.

I better go check to see what my furry little shadow is up to. Probally chewing one of my toys or hogging a pawrent.

Peter Cottontail

Hi everyone. It's been a while since I have written anything. Not a lot going on. We have had plenty of the white stuff. Now don't get me wrong, I love snow as much as the next fur but I'm ready for some warm soft grass. Dad told me about this great sign outside a church. It said, "Whoever is praying for snow, please stop." Even I thought that was funny.

I came in second in the winter photo contest on cavalier corner. Mom took a picture of my rear end. I know it's adorable and all especially when I wag my tail but bark about embarrasing! I was looking out the french door at daddy and Summer in the yard and Mom took a picture! If I took a picture of her rear and posted it online she would have a cow.

Angel Em has said there is going to be another contest and I heard Mom telling Dad what she wants to do and it involves clothes! On ME! When will this nightmare end? I hope the snow is done because I am going to need to bury the camera in the back yard.

Mommy is not crazy very much. She has never had children and she is making up for it with me and Summer. Most of the time it means we have it pretty good. But every once in a while, like when she wants to dress us up and take a picture, she is crackers!

There is a new puppy in our neighborhood. His name is Jack and he is a Jack Russell terrier. He is smaller then Summer and 20 times more hyper. He came up to me and was jumping all over me and was like, "Hi wanna pay, do ya, do ya do ya, huh wanna play big dog?" He calls me big dog. Anyway I was like, "Whoa dude, switch to decalf." I thought Summer was bad.

Well better be going. If the sun was out I'd sleep under the slylight but since it is kind of gloomy I'm going to sleep in Mommy and daddy's big bed.

Catch ya later puppies!

Mama She's Crazy

I know she is my sister, kin and all, but I gotta tell you puppies she is NUTS. Not just a tad goofy, a little eccentric, a unique personality. No. no no, she is rubber room crazy!

What would you call a fur who tries to put her head in my mouth when I yawn? I mean, besides stupid. I don't know what she thinks she'll find in there. You all know me, if there is food in my mouth, wave bye bye to it because it is GONE. She does it even when I haven't ate anything.

What about the weird habit of playing with my tags? Kid you not. She bats at them like we were , oh I hate to say it, but like we were kitties or something.

Only crazy dogs chew their own dog tags. We have socks, chew toys, bones, but, oh no. She chews her dog tags. Mommy had to take them off of her. Had little teeth marks in them. It's so embarrasing.

She goes berserk at feeding time. Jumps all over. You'd think she never gets fed. And, what a pig. Total oinker. She eats her food and tried to eat mine! I'm the one on a diet.

I swear she has pogo sticks for legs. Because she jumps over the baby gate, now Dad stacks them. I feel like I'm confined in Ft. Knox. Then Dad caught her this morning standing on her crate with her paws in the sink. She won't quit until she lands both of us in a cage.

OMD you never heard anyone make so much noise with a squeaky toy. If she thinks it is prey then she likes torturing them. The folks said they can barely hear TV over all the racket.

What is the deal with pottying outside? Rattle the blinds when you have to go. She acts like Mom and Dad are mind readers. Hey, I LOVE them but I got news for her. They are not that bright. This sniff, sniff and squat business does not cut it in the house. Last night she peed in the garage. I have NEVER confused the garage with the outside. I mean really. They cars are in there. I ride in those cars. It is NOT the bathroom, lady.

Get this, she thinks she is a guard dog. She barks at every little sound. Well okay, last night she did not bark when the folks flushed the toilet. That is the first time since she has been here. She barks and growls when Daddy and I come in the house. Yeah, like what is the pipsqueak going to do?

Would someone explain to me why a puppy who can jump off the couch, bed and not afraid of climbing the baby gate yet is afraid to walk down the back steps? It's one lousy step. Logic is not her strong suit.

She has so much to learn. I get a headache just thinking about it.

I gotta go. Better go see what the little nut job is doing.

Nibbles,
The shamed and tired big brother

Big Brother

Man. I gotta bark that this big brother gig is harder than it looks.

To catch you puppies up, last Thursday my sister Summer came to live with us. She is four months old. Cute as a button and can be an annoying pain in the furry kiester!

Don't get me wrong, I love the little fuzzball. We do chase each other and play which is great fun. I get awfully concerned about her like last night when she was crying in her crate I had to go see what was wrong. Sometimes I let her curl up and sleep with me. I check out her food bowl but I don't eat any of it. She has the adorable habit of taking her food out of the bowl walking a few steps and then eat it.

The bad part? I nicknamed her Richocet becasue she is all over the place. I mean she is turbo-charged! Mom needs to switch her to decalf! And, I wouldn't say she is a tad bossy- she is VERY bossy. Pushes me out of the food dish. (It's MY breakfast!), chases me off the couch, barks in my face, always pestering me to play and tries to "claim" Mom and Dad for herself. Oh, and gets this...if Mom slips me a piece of food she must smell it and gets right up to my mouth. For real! It's not like I'm a momma dog. Well, she is going to learn once it is in my mouth it is MINE!

I try to be good to her. Mostly I just walk away or turn my head. I have growled a bit but I have not snapped.

I'm glad I gotta little sister but man I will be glad when she learns to chill.

Bark at ya later puppies.

Nibbles

I've got a sister!

Hi everybody. I've got grr-great news. I got my Christmas present early and you will never guess what it is! A sister! A furry cavalier sister!

Her name is Summer because she was born August 3. She is a tri-color just like me down to the freckle on her snout. Know why that is? What have the same furry mother and father. No kidding! Now we have the same human parents!

She is a lot of fun to play with. She has a tiny squeaky bark! Too cute. She likes to play chase. We like to be in the crate together!

She is a bit of a scaridy cat but that is because she is little and everything is new to her. She needs to get the hang of the house breaking thing. I don't think she likes the cold but poohing in the house is a no-no. I'm sure she'll get the hang of it.

We picked her up yesterday at Cheri's. I went with the folks which means Lisa got to see me. (Shout out to my gal Lisa!) Summer is doing real good. She slept in the crate without fussing or making a mess. I slept next to her in our room.

The good thing about having a little sister is I have someone to play with. I get to go out more. Mom took me for a walk at 6am. Of course Mom and I went back to bed together. The bad thing is I am not allowed to eat Summer's food.

Mom will get a dogster page for Summer once she gets some pictures and a little time. Busy time of year to be a church secretary being Jesus' birthday and all. (Isn't it cool we get gifts on His birthday?)

Summer has a busy few days ahead. Tomorrow we are going to get a family picture with Santa Claus. Wednesday she is going to go see pokey vet lady. I haven't decided if I should warn Summer about pokey vet lady or keep my mouth shut. Man it's tough being the big brother.

Well, I gotta go play with Summer and Dad. Bark at ya later puppies!

Oww My Aching Back

I gotta tell ya puppies, I feel like an old dog. Don't ask me what I did because I honestly don't know...Sunday the folks noticed that I wouldn't jump on the bed or couch and I was walking kind of gingerly. I even yelped once for no reason. Maybe this is some payback for barking at that huge skelton the neighbors have over their garage. But, in my defense, you gotta see that thing in the dark! Creepy!

Monday morning I seemed better but as the day went on I wouldn't jump and I had trouble getting up the stairs. That night Mom picked me up so that I could be next to her on the couch and tried to help me lean back and I yelled in pain. That scared her. Me too.

Tuesday I was still feeling poorly and the folks took me for a car ride. Right to pokey vet lady. The last place I want to go when I don't feel good. (Okay, I don't want to go there when I'm feeling great!) I hid under the chair but pokey vet lady found me. Just my luck, she's good at hide and seek. I even barked at her but she does not scare easy. Guess what the first thing pokey vet lady did? Put me on a table and put a thermometer where things should only come out. Nice seeing you too, Doc. Then she proceeds to twist and pull me like I am stretch Armstrong. She kept telling the folks that I wasn't telling her anything. Was I suppose to divulge state secrets? If so 007 has nothing on me. I didn't even give her my name, rank or serial number.

Pokey vet lady says I "torqued" my back and I am not allowed to jump or go for walks for 7-10 days. She gave me some pills. I am to take it easy. Noooo problem. All I want to do is nap. I found a great place. I found my old bed in Mom and Dad's walk in closet. Sort of like my own cave with a comfy bed and I can lay there and watch them in their bedroom. Mom puts my pills in this yummy pill pocket. Gotta love that.

By the way the pokey vet lady was very happy that I have lost 3 pounds. She congratulated Mommy. Why, I don't know. I'm the one starving to death. Mommy has been on a diet too so maybe pokey vet lady was happy with her weight loss. Of course she didn't congratulate me and I have been walking Mom. Us dogs get no credit.

When I got ready to leave the vet's office pokey vet lady didn't give me my treat. What is up with that? I barked, "Hey! Where's my treat, babe?" She ignored me.

This morning I threw up. Mom called pokey vet lady and ratted me out. I get rice for lunch and dinner. Dad is making it for me. He has never made rice. He is so not Iron Chef material. Why couldn't she ask him to make me a steak or even eggs? He knows how to make that. I think pokey vet lady is trying to kill me.

Hopefully I'll be right as rain in a few days. Pokey vet lady says my knees are a little worse though this is not why I am feeling bad. Seems I get to see another vet person in a few weeks. Mom hopes I don't need surgery. I'll keep you all posted.

My rice lunch is cooled and I better go eat. If Dad hasn't poisioned me I'll bark at ya later!

I'm An Animal!

One of my favorite people visited this weekend and Mommy said I behaved like a druken frat boy! I can't help it. I LUV Becky! I love everyone but I really, really LUV Becky. I was all over her. Mommy asked her if she rolled in hamburger before she came over. Not that I would mind if she did. Mommy thinks I go nuts because I like Becky's lotion. It's brown sugar and figs. All I know is she smells like desert! Yummy! I eventually settled down and chewed my rawhide bone while they talked.

I went to the vet and had the nurse-y weigh me. I now weigh 26.6 lbs. She was pleased with my weight loss. I still have more to lose.

We went to the dog store and I wanted this one lady's attention. I sat right in front of her. Mommy was so proud of me. The lady thought I was adorable. That back fired though. She wants to know why can't I do that with Becky. (because I LUV her!)

Saturday afternoon I met a new dog in the neighborhood. A pomerianm-chihuahua mix puppy named Tigger. Tigger has been a great canine ambassador. The children that live in his house are normally afraid of me. No, really. They liked to watch me but was afraid of me. A cavalier. Go figure. Anybark, this Saturday they all came up and petted me! How cool is that! Michael, who lives next door to them, saw that they were petting me and came over. He said, "I remember this guy! The first time I met him was at the bus stop!". Mommy was surprised that I made such an impression.

I better run. Bark at ya later!