What is a poi dog???

Hey...got some news recently...not sure what to make of it. Cindy said the pack is moving. Ugh. Until I came to Cindy's house, any time I changed places it wasn't so great. Actually, Miz Deena's from Dachsie rescue was kinda cool...but, before that, I mean...not a good place, and then the shelter with the big dogs rolling me over...

I just don't think moving is a good thing...I love my home here, I'm really happy...why do humans do this?

And Ellie's just being silly, as usual...all she can talk about is how fun a plane ride could be...what the heck is a plane anyway? And this stuff about hula and poi dogs...excuse me, it sounds kinda sissy. I'm a tough guy...not into this aloha shirt stuff.

I heard that they don't even have squirrels in Hawaii, so what kinda place is that anyway? And what's a mongoose????

Aloha shirts for dogs?

You gotta be kidding me...they make these wild colored...FLOWER COVERED shirts for dogs? I mean, okay, who knows what human tourists might wear...but c'mon, they can't possibly expect a tough guy like me to wear these, can they? Oh man oh man oh man...and, come to find out, Cindy still has one that her dog Einstein, her first Keeshond, used to wear. Oh please oh please oh please tell me it's gonna be too big for me. She says it's bright red with big white flowers and will look great on me.


Noooooooooooooooooooooo.

How can anyone respect my tough guy image if I'm in that silly shirt?

Hmmmmm...trash pickup is tomorrow...

Cindy is too distracted

Man, I can NOT get her attention for more than two minutes these days...the belly rubs are pretty short, the toys only get thrown a couple of times...and then she goes back to this weird routine she's been in for days and days...moving things around the house. You'd think she was gonna hibernate or something. She takes stuff from one place, and then carries it and puts it in a box...this has been going on a lot. Me, I think it almost looks like a person stashing a bone for later...but what later? And she never did this before...I tell ya, it's just plain weird...

At the Vet

K, now I KNOW something is apaw...we were back at the vet for like the second time in two weeks, and neither Ellie nor I have the least thing wrong with us...and there was all this paper shuffling going on...

And then folks saying goodbye and hugging Cindy and all that...

I am so not likin' what's going down here and none of it was with my approval...

No play time?

Okay, the situation at home is entirely out of paw. Cindy threw my teddy bear only two times this morning...okay, they were good throws, nice long ones...but still...TWO? And what's the big deal with all these bags and boxes anyway?

I gotta put a stop to this...

I hate boxes!!! I hate this packing stuff...but, there's- hope

Okay, here we go again, Cindy gets up, I get a short belly rub and a toy toss, breakfast...and then she's back with those stupid boxes again. When will this end? Yes, we're still getting out walks, there's a little couch/TV time...but golly...

You know though, eventually, that 'puter thing has to go in a box.
I can't wait for that. Boy I will sit and watch. I hate that 'puter...well I hate the 'puter if Cindy's in front of it.

Hmmm hmmm hmmm...so, what can me n' Ellie do to maybe make the 'puter go in a box NEXT?

I gotta be strong! Cindy needs me...

Wow, what an adventure. Last Friday, me n' Ellie got in our crates...but they were in Miss Kath's car, not cindy's...how odd.

and we went for a car ride to this really strange place...never saw so many people in my life...and we had to stay in our varikennels for a very long time...and we kept getting in different lines...one line they gave us all kinda papers...and took Cindy's bags from her...then we got on this big fancy cart and went to some place called "TSA."

We got out of the kennels there. Those folks rubbed this weird smelling pad all over our kennels, and Ellie said it was like they were checking for a scent or something. And then we doggies had to be searched...not sure for what. We already got treated for fleas, you know.

But we sat on our hind paws and raised our forepaws for them, showed them our tummies and all...

And then...oh wow...we got put in this really really big can kinda thing...with all kinda bags (including cindy's)...but me and Ellie were together the whole time, and we were okay. Really noisy though.

We kinda took a nap, but it was hard...noisy...then there was this big ole bump...man, if that was a car the driver didn't stop very well...and they opened up the door and some men unloaded us right away and took us to the cleanest kennels I think I ever saw...no doggie scent at all, at first we thought it was a mistake. Cindy met us there...and we wanted out but she said not yet...said we were going to a doggie hotel with private rooms, room service, and even a nice view.

well...maybe so...but there's no couch, and Cindy isn't there all the time...

but...I can tell she really really needs me right now and I have to stay strong for her. I can do this.

Stupid birds...

They keep trying to come in and eat my food...just cuz some doggies don't pay attention, or they don't care, those birds better not be trespassing in MY kennel! That food is mine, Cindy brings it to the quarantine station for me special, and no birdies are gonna get it.

I am on bird patrol constantly. They can't mess with me or my stuff!

Hanging in there...

Sigh...Cindy says we are 1/4 of the way done with quarantine...
Seems like it's been forever to me. But the visits are better now.

Ellie and I can be in one kennel with Cindy for a visit, which means we do get outside the concrete and fencing for a few minutes, to feel real grass under our paws and prance around a little. And it is really nice to be together. Saturdays are the big grooming/bath days and we get out of our jail cells...ooops, sorry Cindy...kennels for a long time then.

Cindy is there at 8:00 a.m. Saturday and Sunday...she's always first and usually only doggie mom there at that hour. She says she likes it cuz we have the whole place to ourselves and she can start her day with us.

Last week, she brought us some home cooked dog food and then we got REAL bones for a good chew...

Little things help a lot.

Bird Patrol

Today Mr. Duane, the kennel keeper for me 'n Ellie told Cindy that I chase birds all day long...well...not really...but I never let em come close to my kennel without giving them what for, the pesky birds.

They are very rude, they steal dog food...and sometimes I think they're like, taunting us by flaunting their freedom so much.