My 1st Birthday

Today is my very 1st Birthday and it has started with a BANG (OH JOY)!

My most favoritest place in the world -** Boxer Town **- is having a Luau Birthday Party for me - FUN!! I will be wearing a hula skirt and hula-ing the day away :)

Mom has gotten all sentimental on me - as she cannot believe that I am already one year old - cuz she says it seems like yesterday when they brought me home. Mom decided to post some videos of me - just playing (nothing too special) - just to reflect on how much I have grown right before her eyes. One thing she remembered - looking at the videos - was how I was ALWAYS active - and the family called me "Busy Lizzy" - BOL!

I know Mom has SOMETHING up her sleeve today - as she said she has a special surprise for me - but I have to wait until my friends (Chewkie and Gizmo) and myself come back from a run. Hmm - I wonder what she is up to?

There has been a lot of changes during my 1st year - and 2 additions to my furmily - but one thing has always remained the same.

My friends on Dogster and how much they mean the world to me!

You are all the Bestest Present I could ever receive!

Gotta run - it's time to PAWTY at Nubbies!!

OH JOY - ROAD TRIP!!!

OH JOY, OH JOY, OH JOY!!!

I am going on a ROAD TRIP next Saturday!!! Oh I am so excited I can BARELY contain my puppy self!!

Me, Mommy and Daddy will all be taking a long road trip to Missouri. Why - you may ask?
We are hitting the road so I can FINALLY get my Christmas Gift!!

That's right - next weekend we are picking up my BABY BOXER BROTHER!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!

Mom got an email from the Breeder this week - trying to figure out when they could schedule a pick up time - for Mom and Dad (and of course, yours truely). I guess they are going to be busy with shipping the other baby boxers to their new homes and families.

Mommy and Daddy will not have my baby boxer brother shipped to us - so they are driving all the way to MO to pick him up. Mom says it is around a 9 hour drive one way - so we are in for a very long day indeed - but it will be worth it!

Oh My Puppy Stars - the time is getting closer - I will finally have my Baby Boxer Brother home with me!

ROAD TRIP ~ YIPPEE!!

2009 - Starting off with a *BANG*

Wow - 2009 sure has started off with a bang!!

This was my first New Years and I was not sure WHAT to expect.

I heard the barkings of my friends - that on New Year's Eve you stay up til midnight - then a big glittery sun drops from the sky, shredded paper falls from the sky(must be from all the pups at Rainbow Bridge), and you blow horns and stuff ~ to celebrate the passing of one year (as in - Thank Dog I made it thru another year) and to celebrate a brand new year.

For me - it didn't work out that way. Instead - I attended a ceremony - as my kitty bro Skinner got married, at the stoke of midnight, to his girlfriend Chelsea Louise! I have a sisfur-in-law! Who knew that sick lil guy would get his act together - and become a married man? I would like to send out my wishes for happiness to the newly married couple :)

During the Christmas holidays - we added another addition to our family. I WISH it my my baby boxer brother ~ but he is still too little to come and live with us. NOOOOOOO, instead Mom ended up getting another c-a-t!!

Oh - Like we need more c-a-t-s running around the house - as if there is some feline deficiency in the household! :(

I admit - I was a little miffed about another one of "them" coming into my house. Mom explained that this was a kitten (a baby c-a-t) that she decided to add to our family. Mom said the lil guy got off to a rough start - and eventually had one of his eyes removed. For those keeping score - that is 2 one-eyed kitties in my household! I told Mom - we are starting to look like a freak show, with the motley crew of fur babies she has. Mom agreed and said she would have it no other way.

My new Baby Kitty Bro's name is Binx - and I have to admit - he sure is a CUTIE PIE! He is afraid of me - and hisses when he sees me. I try to run up to him and explain that I am just a lovable pup that likes to play. But M-O-M jumps in and won't let me further the discussion.

This new little guy already was picked as one of Catster Daily Diary Picks - who knew a lil baby kitten could be an author and achieve recognition. Hmmm - I think I should fire my literary agent and get a better one!

We already got off to a **BANG** of a start this morning - the 2nd day of 2009.

It all started with me snoozing on the sofa, Mom at her computer (guzzling her coffee - as if it is her lifeline), and Skinner chasing Baby around the house. Suddenly - we all heard Winston "Mew" (which is unusual - as she is the silent type). Mom got up (coffee cup in hand - Heaven Forbid if I take a sip while Mom is away) to see what the ruckus was.

Baby beat Mom to Winston - and lo and behold - Winston had a mousie (and I am not barking about the catnip kind either)!! OH FUN!!! Baby distracted Winston - and the mousie got away and ran downstairs.

Let me disclose this bit of information - I have NEVER seen a mousie before, up close - I didn't know what to expect or even how they walked. I soon found out - they don't walk - mousies SCAMPER -- and it creeped me out. They make this high pitched "squeaky" noise too - it rattled my teeth in my puppy head - oh that high pitched noise!! MAKE IT STOP!!

The mousie that ran downstairs was in hot pursuit by Baby, Skinner and Winston - and I decided (despite the fact that I was skeeved out by this little fur ball) to join the pursuit! FUN FUN FUN !!!

Well - my kitty siblings corner the mousie in the hallway downstairs - when suddenly - that mousie bolted towards ME! "EEEEEKKKK" ~ I Screamed~ and proceeded to stomp on it with my paw ~ "get that Mousie away from me!!"

I am happy to announce - this morning - I am officially a hunter! I got that mousie with my paw :) (Baby says I hooved it - with my moose hoof).

Mom immediately took Mr Mouse outside - for an outdoor burial - while I remained inside - sniffing out more mousies with my kitty siblings.

Mom says the mice sure are cute - but they are filthy animals and are not healthy as they leave droppings all over. Since we have a sick kitty, Skinner (whom is now in remission) - we have to make sure these mice do not leave droppings - as they can make Skinner ill.

After the dust settled ~ Skinner walked up to me and hissed "You stoopid puppy - CATS hunt mice, not DOGS".

HUH? We DON'T hunt mice? Have you ever heard such nonsense uttered?

Between you and I ~ I think Skinner is miffed that I caught it and he didn't - that's what I think.

Here's to 2009 ~ may it continue to be as eventful and FUN as the first 2 days (woof hoo - just wait until my Baby Boxer Brother gets here - oh Butt Wiggles and FUN)!

My Christmas gift

Oh Joy - I am so happy - I am going to explode!

I found out what Mommy and Daddy are getting me for Christmas - a brand new, shiny.........
Baby Boxer Brother!!! Oh my stars - they are finally getting me my own boxer puppy!

It became even more official yesterday, as the breeder lady received Mom's check, and now she is in line to pick out my boxer brother :)

He is still very young, as he was born on Thanksgiving Day - in a litter of 11 pups - so I won't actually get him at Christmas. But - I will be getting him once he is old enough to leave his parents and join our family !!! I am going to be a big sister - hmmmm.... Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. :)

Mom and Dad did try some Boxer Rescues, to find a boxer to add to our family. At this time - there was not the right fit (or since we lived in another state - the Rescues won't adopt out to us). When I bark about not the right fit for a rescue boxer - the ones that were young (not exactly a pup - but around a year) and male did not do well with one or more of the following: other dogs (that's me), cat (my kitty siblings) and/or kids (Daddy has 2 boys). They just were not a good match with the home we could provide them. Then Mom was hoping my Boxer Mom, Daisy Jo, was pregnant - and it ended up she never did have a litter and it was a false pregnancy :(

The breeders that Mom is buying my brother from are the same breeders that bred my boxer daddy and my boxer mommy. I will share part of the same bloodline with my brother - as his Mom is also my boxer Mom's Mom (which would make him my uncle - right?).

Can you belive it? I am still walking on clouds!

We had some snow and rain here on Monday evening - which made everything icy on Tuesday morning. At first - when I put my paw down and slid - I wasn't sure I liked this ice stuff sitting on my sidewalk in my yard. Hey - I shouted at Ice - who invited YOU here? After a couple steps of slipping on it - I actually kinda liked it - and I started slipping and sliding on the concrete - running from one end - slipping all the way. Then I would stop, wiggle my butt, turn around and slip across the sidewalk in the other direction. During this time - Mom was feeding the birds with bird seed and suet. SUET! Oh sweet and fatty bliss! Have you ever tried suet? Oh my puppy stars - it is the bestest tasting thing. I always hope that a chunk is going to fall off the suet cake - so I can snatch it up and munch on it. Mom gets upset when I eat the fallen bits of suet - and normally chases me away (pssst - but she doesn't know that when she turns her back on me, I slink back to the suet bits and nibble away - teeheehee).
Ooops - I got sidetracked with the thoughts of yummy suet dancing in my head.
As I was saying before that rude suet interrupted me - Mom was feeding the birds - while I was slip sliding away on the sidewalk. We have two suet feeders. One is in the yard and the other hangs on a tree that is partially in the yard and partially hangs over the river bank. Mom was at that suet feeder - hanging onto the tree (so she wouldn't fall down the river bank) putting the suet cake in its cage. Our sidewalk ends right before the tree that Mom was at- putting up the suet.
*Sigh* I thought that I could stop on a dime - if I was forced to jam on my puppy brakes to avoid a collision. I saw Mommy with the luscious suet cake and I started running towards her - really super duper fast. I picked up speed to get to Mom before she put that suet cake in it's cage (hey - I wanted to taste it - to make sure it was fresh enough for our wonderful bird friends).
Then...... why, it is all a blur!! During my slide over to Mom - I realized that I was going faster that I thought, and Mom (and the end of the sidewalk ) was fast approaching. In a panic - instead of tapping my puppy brakes (like I heard you are supposed to do) I slammed on my back paw brakes and they locked up - curses!!

I slid off the sidewalk and flew into Mom's leg! Now, I am not a petite girl - not by the stretch of the imagination. At 8 months - I weigh over 60 pounds (which is why my family calls me moose - I don't like it when they call me that at all. Once Daddy told me I had a big butt! Why how dare he!).

When I hit Mom's leg - my head made impact with her knee and she lost balance. Mom fell on some rocks, we have around the tree, and slid down the river bank. She ended up hurting her knee, getting cuts and bruises from landing on the rocks and (Mom doesn't know I am writing this - I told her I wouldn't tell anypup - but I have to) Mom ended up - somewhere along the riverbank on her journey downwards - making contact with a pile of my poo (BOL).

It was not a pretty sight when Mom crawled (or should I say hobbled) up the riverbank.

Mom ended up really hurting her knee - it is swollen and tender to the touch - but it is slowly healing. Cuts and bruises are healing and poo DOES wash off (even though Mom acted like she had acid on her or something - geez -she can be a drama queen).

I really didn't get into too much trouble. Mom said I didn't realize that it was slippery and how hard it is to stop on ice - sometimes you can't. So if Mom wasn't upset - then why did she punish me? You know what her and Daddy did? The took away my Ice!! Yes They Did!!
Daddy put some stuff down on the ice - the sun came out - and by the end of the day - Ice was almost all gone :( I FINALLY found something fun to do in this dreadful cold weather and they take away my fun. I just don't understand pawrents.

I am sad to report the suet cake never made it to it's cage. It's whereabouts are unknown - but Mom suspects somewhere on the river bank. I asked Mom if we should call the police and let them know our suet cake is missing - maybe a run away!! Mom sighed and said no - she has plenty more suet cakes to replace that one.

Hmmm....I sure hope she doesn't feel that way about me. That if I go missing she will say to Daddy - "Don't call the police or look for Lizzy - sigh - I have plenty more Lizzy's to replace her". I have been keeping an eye on our in home inventory as of late - and I am happy to report - I don't see any other Lizzy's in my home but me :)

That is my story about my Christmas gift
And about the lesson I learned when dealing with ice - remember to tap your puppy paws so you don't lock up your brakes :)

Gobble Gobble :)

Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and their loving families!
I hope you get lots of turkey, stuffing and all sort of yummy things to fill up on and nap the afternoon away.

Poor Skinner - it looks like he won't be home for Thanksgiving :(

The Dogtor called Mom yesterday evening - and told her a little bit more about the reason for keeping Skinner - she has to give him intermuscular injections of medicine - 2 different medications 2x a day - and an oral antibiotic She feels it is something baterial - and the medicine she is giving him is for cryptosperidian and another bacteria that Mom has never heard of -which both can occur in the intestinal area and healthy cats can fight it off naturally.

The Dr wants to see if Skinner gets better on that treatment - if so - Skinner comes home. If not - more tests and treatment until she finds something that works.

At least Mom and the Doctor had more time to talk this evening - and find out more about the medications and what they are trying to rule out as far as what is causing his problems.

After Mom got off the phone - I could tell she was a bit sad and upset at the news that Skin may not be home until Friday. I went over to Mommy and she decided to give me a **puppy massage** "Heaven"

Oh it was so delightful - I turned over and was lying on my back - and I noticed Mom kept rubbing one part of my belly and touching it with her finger (**it kinda tickled actually**). I asked Mom - "hey, why are you touching me in only one spot - you got a lot of puppy area yet to rub" (**geez - it is hard to find good help these days - you know?**).

She shushed me (how dare she?) and then told me that she will have to talk to the dogtor about me!! Wha?? Mom said she found a lump, under my skin, in my tummy area - just below the rib cage. She said she will see if the Dogtor will look at me on Friday (even though she is not seeing patients that day - Mom is hoping she will make an exception). Mom is worried about my lump - and I guess I sorta am too :(

It was been a difficult past couple of days for us

I am keeping my paws crossed that I can get my lump looked at on Friday - and that it is nothing but a Lizzy Lump and nothing serious.

My home feels empty tonight :(

I will give you a brief recap of what has been happening lately - and why I have not been writing much in my diary.

For more details - see my Kitty Bro (Skinner's) diary entries.

My Kitty Bro, Skinner, had a setback last Monday - he was having blood in his poos and his stomach felt full and tight.

The Dogtor came over that Wednesday, examined Skinner and drew blood from him and took his poo sample. The tests revealed things (like he is slightly anemic & his white blood cell count is a bit low - some signs his diseases are progressing) - but it did not reveal why he was having his tummy problems.

On Friday, the Dogtor prescribed Skinner Amforol - which is to treat a bacterial infection in the Gastrointestinal region. After Skinner started this medication - he developed diarrhea and his other symptoms never got better.

Mom called the vet on Monday - and more tests were ran on the blood they had on hand. Still the lab results showed nothing as far as what is causing his problems.

The Dogtor called Mom today - and based on Skinner's prevailing symptoms (and the Amforol not helping) - my Dogtor feared that Skinner had an intestinal blockage and he was bumped up to an emergency case. He went to Purdue University for a CT Scan and XRay.

After the CT Scan & XRays were done, the Dogtor called Mom to let us know that she will be keeping Skinner overnight for additional tests and observation. The CT Scan and XRays didn't show any blockage in his intestine. Which is good and bad. The bad part - believe it or not - is if it WAS an intestinal block - they could have a diagnosis and treatment/surgery could have been done. Thus - Skinner getting back on the road to recovery.

The only thing that showed up is it appears he has an abnormal amount of gas, he has to make a bowel movement, and his intestine is enlarged. Thus the obeservation and additional tests - they need to determine why his intestine is enlarged, the excess gas, etc... - and being that Skinner has his 2 diseases - it could be many things that normal kitties can fight off. The Doctor is placing a call to an animal lab that deals with cases with FIV and/or FeLV cats - to see if they may have any additional input as to what other tests should be run on Skinner, based on his current symptoms. The Dr said - when she grabbed some of his stool sample - to do more tests - that it has an abnormally strong odor. Mom said that she noticed this too, when Skinner's problems started.

Right now - we are still not sure about Skinner. The good thing is he doesn't have a fever and his gums look healthy.

The doctor said Skinner was real good with his Xrays and CT Scan and that she was very proud of him. The XRay Tech at Purdue told our Dr to tell Mommy what a good kitty Skinner is :) (but we already knew that).

Mom and all of us are a bit sad, and the house feels empty, without Skinner here. But we know this is the only way he may be diagnosed and on his way to recooperating again.

I wish to thank you all, on behalf of me, Mom, Winston, Baby and especially Skinner - for giving us your never ending support, prayers, and words of comfort.

We are all counting the hours until Skinner is back home with us, and hopefully, we will have a diagnosis.

For now, my house feels empty :( .................

Kitty Bro Skinner

Well - I am so upset right now - I could just chew up the sofa!! Not mad upset -- but sad upset.

I sure hope I am over reacting!

This morning, my Kitty Bro Skinner, had a set back. You see - things were going much better with Skinner. He was even starting to nibble on food again - and helping me eat my Lizzy soup in the evenings.

This morning - Mom saw something that made her sad and is worrying her. She was cleaning the litterboxes (sure glad I don't have to use one of THOSE - P U - they can stink sometimes) and Skinner was "on the throne" or should I say "in the sand" when Mom was going to clean it out.

I didn't hear the usual sifting of the sand, which I normally hear when Mom is scooping out those smelly kitties litterbox. Instead, Mommy came downstairs with a worried look on her face (maybe you know this look - it looks like she sucked a lemon or somethin' she has this frown and pucker look all happening at once).

I then heard her talking to my Dogtor's office - and that the Dogtor is coming on Wednesday - OH BOY - TREATS for LIZZY!

Mommy then went upstairs and finished cleaning the litterboxes (I know - 'cuz I could hear her sifting away). Baby (my kittysister) filled me in. Mom noticed Skinner was straining to make a bowel movment, and when he did finally make one - it had blood in it :(

Not something good to see at all - my poor Skinner. yes - he is a
C-A-T - but he still is my brother and I do nap with him.

If you all could keep Skinner in your prayers - I would appreciate it.

It is NO FAIR (**Lizzy stomps her paw) that he is going through ANOTHER set back. LEAVE HIM ALONE bad things!

Thank you for praying for Skinner - let's hope it is nothing serious and it can be healed.

***Prayers for you, Skinner Kitty Bro**************************

Pawlease Vote!!

Today is the day that our pawrents need to get out and vote (if they did not already do it).

Humans are lucky, as they can elect whom they wish to govern their land (while us pups - well - our Pawrents govern our land).

No matter which candidate you wish to win - the cannot win unless your pawrents vote.

GO OBAMA/BIDEN

Let's turn Indiana into a BLUE state !!

Please Remember to Vote :)

Lizzy Vs Hoover

Every Saturday, ever since Dad's sons are done with Football and Soccer, it is cleaning day at our house.

You know how dreadful that day is - there is a lot of noise, different smells from the "cleaning products" pawrents use and you are ALWAYS in there way (at least I am, according to my Mom). **Sigh** it is my LEASTEST favorite day :(

Last Satruday was no exception - Cleaning Day at my house. Mommy was gathering up things she considers "garbage" - things that I would consider possible toys, my blankets, dishes, floors, etc.... You know all that BORING stuff!

Well - Mom took out this noisy thing we have living with us. Not only do I not like it - but my Kitty Siblings are terrified of this housemate. They are afraid it is going to suck them up and eat them!! This noisy thing makes a loud, sucking sound and Mom has to plug it into the wall to wake it up and bring it to life. The only thing I really know about this thing - it's name - HOOVER. Mom told me it is a vacuum cleaner - but we all know different. This is a MONSTER that strikes fear in the hearts of my kitty siblings and eats all my food that is on the ground - I DON"T LIKE HOOVER!! :(

Mom and HOOVER were going at it all day Saturday. Mom attached an appendege to HOOVER and was having HOOVER suck the walls!! It was OBSCENE - you should have seen it. I was a little afraid that HOOVER could grow arms/legs - as I couldn't even imagine what else this monster could grow 0r *gulp* do!!

After a LONG while - Mommy made HOOVER take a nap - and unplugged the beast from the wall. Mommy was yapping about how tired she was and needed to refuel (as if Mom was doing all the work!! HOOVER was doing the sucking not Mom!!). Mom must have been tired, as she normally wraps up HOOVER's cord, once done, and puts the beast back in it's lair until next week. This time, however, Mom left HOOVER's cord on the floor and walked into the kitchen. At that time, my puppy head was pounding from all the noise this beast made during the day. I cautiously approached HOOVER - to make sure the monster was asleep. Guess what my friends, HOOVER was not making one single peep. Why he wasn't scary at all !! Well - I decided - for the sake of my kitty siblings and my scraps of food on the floor - I needed to take a stand against HOOVER. I needed to Slay This Beast that has brought terror into our hearts, and noise into our ears, every Saturday.

I went for the first thing my puppy eyes fell upon, and launched my attack. I grabbed HOOVER by the cord and started growling and biting. TAKE THAT YOU HOOVER BEAST!!! Every bite I took - I could feel that I was overpowering this terror with a cord and things called attachments. TAKE THAT - GRRRRRRR!!!!

Mom came into the living room (where I was at w/the HOOVER) not because of my growling - but because she could hear me smacking my lips!!

Mom took one look and screamed - OH LIZ - NOOOOOOOO!

I looked up - and gee - I didn't realize this - but I chewed all the way through the cord. I had one end of the cord dangling from my lips and the plug in part of the cord was on the ground. I severed the HOOVER's cord!!

I DID IT - I SLAYED HOOVER!

My kitty siblings were clapping and cheering for me!

Mom was not clapping, no my friends, not at all.

I got an earful of some pretty naughty words and was punished for what I did. Does that make sense? I SLAYED the HOOVER Beast - yet I am being punished for my bravery? (you guess it - another day without treats and some of my toys were taken away from me).

Mom told me that HOOVER is our friend (yeah right ) and now she has to go and replace it if Dad cannot repair the cord.

HUH??? After the battle I waged and won - MOM is sending in reinforcements?

Well, when the time comes - I will slay that monster too - just watch me!

Lizzy Vs Hoover
Lizzy - 1
Hoover - 0

The Repair Man Cometh

Last Wednesday, we had a new visitor, in a uniform, come to my house. It wasn't the UPS man, the mailman nor the FedEx man (I am used to these 3 human types coming to my door). Nope - it was something called the "Repairman". Mommy called this "Repairman" as her treadmill is kinda sick and not running like it should.

I KNEW something was up that morning -as Mommy gated off the kitchen -which Mommy never does. Well, I take that back - the one time Mom did that is when I got into the garbage can. But - other than that one incident - we have always had free run of the house - including the kitchen. I didn't get into the garbage can that morning - which is why I was suspicious that somethin' was up.

There was a knock at the front door, later on that morning, and I ran to see who was at MY door. Well - silly me - I forgot the gate was there and crashed right into it. Mommy started laughing (while she was answering the door) and at the same moment - the "Repairman" walked in - I was growling. Mind you - I wasn't growling at him - I was angry at the stupid gate being in my way!! Well - let' just say the "Repairman" and I did not get off on the right paw.

I should have gone back to my sofa and taken a little snooze - but I HAD to keep an eye on Mom and the treadmill - to make sure they are ok with this strange man in our house (gee - where is Daddy when a pup needs him?).

The "Repairman" started looking over the treadmill - and turned it on right in front of me and Mom. Why.... How DARE he use Mom's machine - even I cannot use it. So I started barking at him! He gave me a rather nasty look - and I heard Mom tell him not to worry - that I am a pup and I don't mean anyone harm - I am excited to see people. Hmmmpf - shows how much Mom THINKS she knows about me!!

Then he opened up a tool box and took out something shiny. I thought he was going to give the treadmill a big shot - or even worse - my Mommy or Skinner!! Well, I was having NONE of it - I was not going to sit there and let this happen! I started jumping against the gate - trying my puppy hardest to break through and get that evil looking silver thing out of the "Repairman's" hands before he hurts someone or something. Mom told me to calm down - that it is only a screwdriver, just like Daddy has, and it is used to unscrew things. Oh - how was I to know it was a tool and not a shot?

I continued to keep a close eye on the "Repairman" and he kept on pulling out shiny objects and touching the treadmill, and oh my puppy eyes - it was TOO much to take!! I HAD to make him stop!! I kept barking and jumping against the gate - to let him know - once I got through - I was going to rid him of those shiny tools and save the treadmill from his meddling ways!

Finally - I either hit the gate hard enough - or found a weak spot - 'cuz when I jumped against the gate - it fell over and I bolted over the gate and towards the "Repairman". The "Repairman" saw me coming and got up and ran outside!! While Mom was trying to catch me - I got a hold of one of those shiny tools (OH JOY)! I put it in my mouth - and started shaking my head back and forth - TAKE THAT, you shiny thing!! Little did I realize how slick it was, and Mom was able to pull it out of my mouth with ease. Mom went outside to check on the "Repairman" and he wouldn't come back in the house - until Mommy put me in my kennel outside (which she didn't want to do - since it was nippy outside). Mom bundled me up in my sweater and put me in my kennel with lots of blankets to keep me warm. I feel bad - but I lost track of time and stopped paying attention to what the "Repairman" was doing INSIDE my house - while I was OUTSIDE. I got very distracted by all these fun, floaty leaves falling down on me and around me. Why there was so much leaf chewing to do - I am sure you can understand why I kinda forgot about that "Man" in my house.

When the "Repairman" left - he let Mom know that he ordered parts and that another "Repairman" would be coming in 2 weeks to fix her treadmill. Believe it or not -- Mom did not get mad at me for bursting through. She was a bit amused at the "Repairman's" reaction to me, and told Daddy what happened and how that "Repairman" will not be returning - 'cuz I scared him away. Daddy laughed and called "Repairman" a chicken- and said ' "Good Lizzy - you make sure Mommy is safe". Mom and Dad both agreed that "Repairman" is not a dog lover, so it is best that someone else returns to fix the treadmill. :)

The Repairman Cometh and the Repairman Lefteth with HIS tail between his legs!!

PUPPY POWER!! :)