Thank you to our veteran dogs!

To all the military working dogs out there fighting for us, fighting to protect us, to help their soldier handlers...thank you. You are strong and brave and a true inspiration to human and dog. 21 Bark Salute!!!

Time changed!

This whole changing the clock thing kinda puzzles me...and honestly I don't think the humans deal with it real well, but I do like having the sun come up earlier and having more light for our morning walk.

Note to dogself

Remember that Cindy's using glue cards to catch the mousies BEFORE you pounce on them.

Dog muzzle + glue board = bad

Mouse in the house!!1

OMD...when Cindy went on vacation, and me n' Ellie went to Miz Cathy's for our doggie sleepover, MOUSIES got in our house! So now me n' Ellie are on max alert. We is both really good vermin dogs and sometimes we kinda get in each other's way cuz we are both after the same mouse, but we get em. And Cindy puts glue traps down where we can not go but we ALWAYS, ALWAYS let her know when she's got one. It is a total team effort now and we have declared war on the vermin. Cindy was even talking about getting a cat but we think we got it covered. In two weeks we have gotten over 10 mousies. And I am even patrolling outside too. This would never have happened if we coulda stayed home while she was gone. Oh well, now we have fun hunting to do!

Life as a ranch doggie

Well we been here at the ranch by Calero Lake for four months now...and I still can not get these big ole livestock kinda guys to respect me. The Alpaca and the Llama literally look DOWN at me...Bid Daddy, the ram from the sheep flock, tries to head butt me through the fence! Even Mr. Cluck the rooster tries to get in my face...

I tell you what, it will wear a doggie out laying down the paw law with all these critters...but they gonna learn I am the boss!

Okay, so I'm 25 lbs and the llama's probably about 800....but I'm a terrier, I can handle this!!

Survived the Keeshond club picnic...barely

You know there are days when I really wonder what Cindy is thinking...this past Sunday, we all jumped into the Subaru and I thought we were off for a wonderful car ride...Sure enough, much later we were up in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, at a house with this lovely enclosed yard, and a patio, chairs all over in the shade...
AND A ZILLION KEESHONDS! Okay, so maybe it was more like 12 or so...but all that silver and black fuzz. Cindy said some other smaller dogs were gonna be there too...but no. A bunch of Keeshonden and me. Boy, wore out showing them who was boss too. Living with Ellie of course I am not the least intimidated by those fuzz-butts. A couple of the bigger ones thought they could push me around but they quickly learned not to mess with me. Ellie kept a close eye on me but she knew I could handle myself, she only butted in if she thought the odds were getting a little too lopsided. At the end of the day, when all the humans were going onto the patio for their dinner, I had the very best last laugh. One of the Keesies tried to sneak onto the patio, and Mr. Brad blocked him with his knee, and of course I fit under Mr. Brad's leg perfectly and made a dash for the patio. All the humans let me stay...they said I deserved a break. Now THAT got Ellie's attention and she yipped a few times about me being on the patio and her not...but she was actually cool with it, I got a nice nap and a couple of bites of barbecue chicken and felt refreshed for the ride home. Silly Keesies, thinking they were gonna boss me around.

Thinking of Lennox, and his family

I am only one small dog, a mixed breed myself, living safe and comfortable with my family...pondering the fate of Lennox, who committed no crimes, injured no one, and was executed because a group of humans were stubborn and unwilling to listen to mercy or reason. In the name of dog, the First Minister of Nothern Ireland even tried reasoning with them but it was useless. What heartlessness.

I am only one small dog, but today I am adding "Friend of Lennox" to my page...to honor his memory and to keep hope alive that somehow, someday SOON, justice may still be realized and to keep him on my mind.

Lennox, I am so sorry you are gone, you were a good dog. I wish you knew the hundreds of thousands of people who fought for you...not all humans are cruel. You were a good dog Lennox.

Frothing at the mouth about a frog...

Oh YICK. Super double YICK. I caught a frog sneaking around our yard last night, and ran out to catch him before Ellie could, and I got him good...but man oh man what a disaster.

There was this awful taste in my mouth, and then I started frothing, probably cuz he was so yucky, and kinda choking...so here comes Cindy running over with bucket and dumps the whole thing into my mouth and face in one big swoosh...I mean seriously, she held my jaw up and dumped this whole bucket at one time. She could've drowned me!!!

Okay, so the taste was gone, the white yucky froth was gone, but I was soaking wet, and coughing cuz some water went up my nose and down my windpipe.

So I went in and jumped on the bed and rolled all over the bedspread to dry off. I have exacted my revenge...

Hmmm...well...to be honest though, it was sure nice to get that awful taste and yucky foam out of my mouth. Stupid frog, he should stay in the pond anyway.

I'm a Yankee Doodle Doggie...

Everyone sing...

I'm a Yankee Doodle Doggie...
Hiding out for 4th of July.
Before the booms and the bangs begin
I'm gonna find a place to hide.

Fireworks and rockets flying
Noise and smells and sights and sounds
Yankee Doggie went to town
Riding on a pony
I am a Yankee Doodle Dog!

Hang in there doggies everywhere! Remember that there are hot dogs and hamburgers to be had as well as all the fuss with the fireworks!

Happy 4th of July!

Dogs of the American Revolution

I know this is a rough day for many doggies...me n Ellie actually LIKE watching fireworks with Cindy but we know that is not the case for most canines...so hope everyone is hanging in there and maybe getting some burgers and hot dogs from the barbecue to strengthen you for the fireworks later...

However, the day is not all about partying...it is about the founding of our country, which is a good country for dogs. Cindy went researching today about dogs and the American Revolution...and came across this story...kinda pawsome...

http://www.listnow.com/helpingpaws/articles/ar ticle_550.html

And so, George Washington, the founder of our country, was truly a dog person!

And who knows, maybe that little dog they found at Germantown was a terrier?

Happy July 4th! Let Freedom ring throughout the land, may we remember all the heroes, including canines, who protect our freedoms and keep us safe!

TWENTY ONE BARK SALUTE!!!!