Thursday, November 16, 2017

A Permanent Reminder . . .

An anniversary has come and gone recently, but I'm not sure if I should mark it or not.  Last year on October 8, I changed Mommy forever . . .

That was the day she tried to retrieve a chicken bone from my mouth that we came across while walking.  I accidentally bit and broke her finger!  You can read all about it here and here.   I'll admit it wasn't my finest moment.  (Or hers either if we're being honest!)

Mommy was hopeful her broken joint would return to its original size.  That's apparently not to be.  She says she has old lady joints in this finger now!  Here's what her finger looks like a year later:  (not bad from this angle)

But this angle shows a different picture (literally and figuratively).  Most of Mommy's fingers  (and I'm assuming yours too) can bend in two directions.  In this picture you can see how her pointer finger bends down.  You can also see her wonky old lady joint (or knuckle as the picture says) in this picture. 

But here you can see how her broken finger cannot bend in that concave direction any longer.  It probably never will.  [sigh]  That joint can be popped now when it's feeling tight.  It does bend in the opposite direction as far as it's supposed to, so that's a good thing!  Just trying to look on the bright side . . .

Another bright side to this story is that we both learned a valuable lesson.  Mommy learned (maybe?  hopefully?) not to come between me and food.  I learned to look beautiful when I'm guilty.

Another positive note?  Mommy says she'll never forget me!  As if there was any doubt previously?? Ha!

The Foodie

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Wrapping Up Halloween

I really enjoyed my first Halloween.  My costume lasted about five minutes . . . I figured out how to take it off all by myself!  I also tried to eat Dixie's butterfly wings.  Mommy wasn't really surprised.  My sisters told me she only buys/makes the costumes for the Halloween card.  Usually by the time the actual holiday rolls around, she's had enough of our costumes and just settles for our glow-in-the-dark bone bandannas.

I liked watching and waiting for the trick-or-treaters.  They liked me too . . . until Daddy had had enough excitement trying to wrangle all three of us from running out the door and put us in our crates.  Bummer!

After most of the trick-or-treating died down and we were released from our prison cells, I mean our crates, I discovered something new to me . . . WRAPPING PAPER!!!!

It's not MY fault Mommy had it hiding under the guest bed!  She's still not sure how I managed to drag it out from under the bed and get it through two doorways before they noticed. 

Mommy and I had to have a little heart to heart about this transgression.  I think she was secretly proud of me for choosing the appropriate color for the holiday.  You might wonder why we own orange wrapping paper.  If you look closely, you can see it has tree limbs in a camo pattern.  She uses this paper sometimes to wrap the gifts for the hunters in our lives. 

Just like my big brother Hunter and my sister Jenna, I LOVE to eat paper!  This new paper discovery is amazing since it comes in numerous colors!

Mommy finally had to move the wrapping paper to the closet after I managed to pull it out from under the bed twice. 

We ended the night with me sleeping on Mommy's chest.  It was a good night.  Mommy says I lived up to her tee shirt . . .

I'm not sure what that means, but no matter.  It was WICKED FUN!


Sunday, November 5, 2017

Stealth Mode

I have a secret I haven't told you. I'm a potential candidate for a position with our government. Why you might ask...because I can operate in stealth mode!  

Mommy says I was born with this gift. I will settle in one spot and then before she notices I've silently moved to another spot. I did this all summer long and it freaked her out some days. She'd have to search every room in the house to see where I was hiding. 

Now that I'm six months old, she doesn't worry about me seeking out trouble in the house as much as she did this past summer. (However, she still doesn't trust me to be on my own to roam in the house for more than a few minutes for reasons unbeknownst to me!) As a future spy for the government I'm not sure she and I would define trouble in the same way.  

My biggest stealth operation currently is surprising Mommy in the morning.  After she's let me out of my crate and I've done my business outside, I'm free to roam the house. Mommy returns to her bathroom to work on getting dressed and doing her hair and makeup. I apparently surprise her often when she turns around in the bathroom or steps out of the bathroom. Badda boom!  There I am!  No warning, no jingle of the collar, no padding of the feet!  Just me sitting there perfectly upright watching her with my eagle eyes. 

It is because of this skill that I've been recruited as a spy.  The government is hoping I can teach my unique skill to others like myself.  You can never have too many super cute puppy dawg eyes available to stare into and spill your life's secrets. 

Look out world!  I'm coming for ya!
Super Spy

PS: Happy birthday Grandaddy!

PPS: These pics were taken in honor of my six month birthday, so happy birthday to me too last week!

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

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), 
(Dixie & Jenna too)

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

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 . . .

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!

Friday, October 13, 2017

Uh Oh . . . [Muddy Dawg]

We interrupt Mommy grading papers to bring you  . . . a MUDDY DAWG!!!  A few weeks ago Mommy got pretty mad at me.  She was busy getting ready for the upcoming week when she happened to look up and see that Dixie had something all over her back.  When she tried to wipe Dixie off, she learned it was dried red mud!  Mommy knew the mud wasn't Dixie's fault!  It was MINE, ALL MINE!

I'd been out digging in mud created from water near the outdoor faucet and I had FUN!!!!!!!!  I have an Instagram pal in Australia named Homer that I'm dying to meet in person (in dawg?).  Mommy says apparently I'm DIGGING to see him.  When Mommy was growing up, she always heard it said someone was digging his way to China whenever a large hole was being created.  I say, "Forget China!  I'm headed Down Under!"  She's recently started calling me Digger.

Once Mommy realized I was the reason Dixie was muddy, she began to look around.  I had serious mud all over me and all over the house!  I think smoke started spewing out of her ears, I really do!  (I'm not sure how she missed this earlier since she's the one who opened the door for me.)  She grabbed me up and took me to the bathtub.  The other times I've had a bath have been in the shower (that has a door) with Mommy.  She didn't have time to take a shower herself on Sunday night, so she took me to the tub.  She should have stopped and grabbed the usual bath supplies, but that smoke coming out of her ears was clouding her judgment.  Once I was in the tub and wet she realized she didn't have dawggie shampoo or towels or any good way of rinsing me off except to resort to splashing me!  (That'll teach her to be mad at me!)

I was eager to show her I could jump out of the tub!  She had to hold onto me with one hand and try to stretch her short body across the bathroom to grab some sort of soap and towels.  Good thing we'd been working on my commands earlier because I still had my choke collar on.  She says it came in handy.  No worries, I was not harmed during this bath, but I was held onto firmly!

At the completion of the bath I had mud all over Mommy and the tub!  It took several rinses for all the mud to leave the tub.

But how can anyone stay mad at a cute face like this??

Mommy figured out how to stay mad . . . not only did she have to clean me and the tub, but then she had to clean a few spots on the carpet and mop the kitchen floor.  It was quite dirty!  I would venture to ask how dirty that kitchen floor was BEFORE I added mud to it, but that might add fuel to the fire already streaming out of Mommy's ears!

Thankfully, she fhas forgiven me and has vowed to be more observant when I come and go into the house!  After all, if she'd taken notice we could have avoided this whole incident!

Love from the Bad Boy of the house!

Sunday, October 8, 2017

My First Swim

Last month when Mommy had a day off she decided to take me for my first swim.  We left my sisters at home.  Mommy said there was no way she'd be able to take care of all three of us at the lake.  In hindsight, it probably would have helped to take one of them so they could have shown me what to do.  Maybe next time.

When we first arrived there was another dawg playing fetch in the lake.  I thought it was great fun to chase the other dawg even though Mommy wouldn't trust me enough to let me off the leash.

However, when that dawg left, I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to do in the water.  That's when Dixie or Jenna would have come in handy.  They could have taught me the dawggy paddle in no time.  Instead I just sat on the banks of the lake and walked in the edge of the water trying to ignore Mommy and the camera.

Hopefully at least one of my sisters will go with me next time!
Ruger, The [not yet] Water Dawg

PS: It's been a year today since Jenna and Mommy had The Unfortunate Incident!