Revenge of the Smoke Detectors

A couple years ago we posted about our smoke detectors going NUTS!  It happened again during the holidays.  Mommy came home to chaos as Daddy tried to determine which smoke detector's batteries were going dead.  She found me and my sister in the laundry room.  Dixie was desperately trying to make her escape.  I was just keeping Dixie company until Mommy could provide the comforting Dixie needed. 

We stayed in there until Daddy made the terrible noise stop.  The next day when Mommy got out of the shower, she couldn't find us and started looking around the house.  Once again, she found us in the laundry room! 

Another smoke detector was beeping to let us know it wasn't long for this world.  As Mommy started trying to figure out its location, Ruger disappeared.  Can you spot him??

Ruger didn't seem to be bothered by the noise the night before, but he sure was this time.  Maybe because Daddy wasn't home??  He tried to hide out in the bathroom behind the door. 

It took Mommy several tries before the noises stopped.  Actually, they'd stop for a minute or five . . . long enough for Mommy to contemplate putting the ladder away and then they'd start again!

Thankfully, we haven't had any issues with the annoying beeping life saving machines since January.  Crossing our paws we don't have to hear them again any time soon!

Jenna

Belated Birthday Wishes

Since we took a hiatus for a few months, you missed celebrating the girls' birthdays.  They turned EIGHT on May 2.  Have no fear, Mommy had her camera near!  BOL . . . bark out loud!  Of course, I wasn't near; I was still on sabbatical.  Their cake, just like mine, had a ruff journey . . .

Jenna and Dixie eagerly await a taste of the cake . . .

This kind of celebration can only be held OUTSIDE!

They also each received a duck foot!  Yummy!

A good time was had by all . . . 

Birthday Girl Jenna

 Birthday Girl Dixie

The girls were exhausted after their big day . . . that's because they're labsolutely in the senior citizens category now!  Jenna's gray hair is proof!  Of course with that logic that would mean Daddy is . . . oops!  Never mind!

Happy belated birthday to my beautiful sisters!
Ruger

Puppy Class

We told you our proofreader has been slacking off lately and today's post is proof!  This is old news for our closest friends and family!  Starting last October and going until the week before Thanksgiving, I attended puppy classes.  Since I'm the fourth dawg in my parents' lives, they probably could have easily taught me all the basic skills (sit, stay, down, heel, etc) I need to function as a properly behaved lab, but they wanted me to be socialized around other dawgs as well.  (Having learned all they needed to know in Hunter's puppy classes, Daddy deemed these classes pointless for Dixie since she could be homeschooled . . .sure, Dixie knows her commands, but she is fierce with strange dawgs!)

I must admit, I was one of the stars of the class!  Seriously!  I listened pawfectly to Mommy as she lead me around the room in a pawfect heel position.  I was super good!

I listened attentively to the directions.  The teacher in Mommy appreciated that!

We were told to go to Home Depot or Lowe's and pick up a nail bag to carry treats . . . Daddy simply retrieved a leather tool bag from the garage for Mommy to use! (insert eye roll here)

When we first started going to class, I could ride in the front on Mommy's lap.  She says this became a bit cumbersome, so we eventually migrated to the back seat.  I saw WE because I prefer to ride as close to Mommy as possible!

You're looking at the future valedictorian . . . 

A bonus to puppy class was that my parents didn't have time to fix dinner before or after the classes each week, so they treated themselves to fast food on the way home.  I really liked the fries at McDonald's!

But did you know Chick-fil-a serves dawg treats?  Mommy didn't know that either!

Is that part of some secret menu??

I met so many nice dawgs in this class, including another Ruger!  The other Ruger was a chocolate lab mix.  He was very well behaved!  (He must have been taking notes from me!)

This pit bull mix was rescued from an abusive situation.  If a Most Improved Award had been given out, he would have won paws down!  When he could finally heel and walk at his mom's side, the entire class gave them a round of applause!

 Here we are at graduation!  I only have eyes for Mommy!  She did a good job too!

Here's to my next training adventure!

Top Dawg,
Ruger

Happy Halloween!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

We hope you have a terrific day full of only a few tricks and lots of treats!  Can you guess what costume Mommy is torturing me with???  If you guessed Big Bird, you'd be wrong!  But I do believe that would be more manly than what it actually is . . .

For some reason Mommy thinks our costumes need to match each other somewhat.  She found the perfect costumes for my sisters, so I had to suffer with the matching costume.  Here are my sisters in all their BEE-utiful glory!

And here's me!  "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!"  Perhaps you can envision me as Muhammad Ali???

The bee's head is an actual hood, but it's a bit of a squeeze on my noggin!  Perhaps I can make a case for a more manly costume next year???  [sigh]

Treats for the Sweet (that's me), 

Ruger 

(Dixie & Jenna too)

Digger aka Ruger

Recently I told you I was now being called Digger . . . here's why!  Mommy discovered me looking like this and had to investigate.   It took her a few minutes to figure out where the dirt had come from. I personally think the brown dirt is the perfect accessory to my fur coat, but the humans in the house seem to disagree.  

I've had so much fun in the far corner of the yard!  

I'm hoping I will soon dig my way to Australia (gotta see my pal Homer), but Mommy says I have a ways to go.  Give me time alone Mommy and I'll show you how quickly I can manage it!

See that orange stuff?  That's cayenne pepper Mommy buys in bulk to help prevent the spread of holes in the yard.  It works like a charm too.  One whiff and I'm outta there!  Unfortunately for Mommy (but fortunately for me), it washes away with rain.  Mommy says it's a good thing we don't live in a location that receives a lot of rain!

I'm coming for you, Homer!  Maybe we can meet in the middle . . .
Ruger


PS: This hole is NOT to be confused with the muddy hole mentioned in the last post!  Same dawg, different hole!

PPS: Homer, there's an island in the Pacific call Kiribati Island that looks to be about midway and right along the equator!  There's a hotel there, but I think from the looks of it, that term is being used very loosely!