Thursday, September 21, 2017

Wild Man


Mommy has started calling me other names besides Ruger.  She frequently calls me Booger.  She also calls me Wild Man.  I'm not really sure why . . .


I love to play with my sisters.  We get along pretty well most days.



But sometimes they purposefully leave me out.  They tell secrets and don't share them with me. 


I have the feeling they're plotting a way to leave me behind like they do when they jump on the bed and leave me on the floor.


There are a few times (okay, maybe daily) that I pretend I'm a cowboy riding a horse.  I just have to hold on to Dixie for eight seconds and I'll be the champion of the rodeo!



I know not to do this to Jenna . . . I can only get by with licking her ears!


But Dixie and I have FUN!!!!  We're wrestling buddies!



So just call me Wild Man!
Ruger

Sunday, September 17, 2017

FREEDOM!


I've been footloose and fancy free of my crate and other restrictions for over a month now.  Mommy says my leg still worries her from time to time.  She doesn't remember Hunter ever getting stiff after his recovery period was over, but then he was half my age when he had his surgeries!

One of the first things Mommy treated me to was a walk and a swim.  She said later that she probably should have held off on the swim until later, but I enjoyed it at the time!


This was the calm before the storm arrived . . . meaning me and Dixie!


We aren't sure what we rolled in and enjoyed to the fullest, but it certainly did have quite the aroma!  (We had to have a bath when we got home!)


And whatever it was made Dixie's collar seriously dirty!


Dixie and I had so much fun playing in the water.  Usually I'm the one who listens to Mommy best, but I was having such fun being out of jail that I pretended not to hear Mommy call for me!







Free at last!  Free at last!
Jenna

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Fly Away, Fly Away, If You Can . . .


I recently found something new!  I caught a dragonfly!  It was sooooo much fun to chase around.  Mommy discovered my antics too late to save the poor dragonfly.  Those are her words, not mine.  That poor dragonfly should have known better than to keep flying near my jaws and paws, don't you think?



After I finally got my jaws on the dragonfly, I took it to my outdoor bed.  Mommy tried to rescue it before this, but she wasn't successful. Have you ever tried to chase a puppy?  I can't say the insect wasn't harmed during the process of taking these pictures, but I can tell you it was already out of its misery by now!







Mommy thought I was going to eat it, but every time I tried, the crunch seemed to turn me off.  Mommy finally took it away from me and gave it a proper burial.  (I think I saw her toss it over the fence!)

Until the next flying creature comes my way!
Ruger

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Paper Please


Did you know statistics say 3 out of 4 dawgs eat paper?  Well, that's the way it is in our family!  Our big brother Hunter LOVED to eat paper.  He didn't care what kind it was.  He ate toilet paper, Kleenex, cardboard, and was even known to snack on papers Mommy had to grade!  (Gives new meaning to the dawg ate my homework excuse!)

When I joined the family, I took note of Hunter's habits and decided to follow in my big brother's footsteps.  I LOVE to eat paper as well.  I follow my parents to the bathroom and come running when I hear a nose being blown!  You may be grossed out by that, but surely there are nutrients in there in addition to the fiber!


So that's two dawgs . . . any guesses who makes the third dawgs in our statistic??  RUGER!  I'm raising him right!  He LOVES paper too!



We keep the bathroom doors closed most of the time just to keep an eye on Ruger so he can't wander away and potty inside (although he hasn't had an accident in a while!).  And because THIS happens when we don't close those doors!




Finally Mommy wised up and removed the toilet paper from the wall holder . . . wonder when it will be put back??  Of course the trash cans in the bathrooms sit on the back of the toilet and have been since way before Ruger joined us . . . just saying . . .




Maybe one day Ruger will learn some self control like me.  I'm able to hold myself back most of the time.  I only steal toilet paper when one of my parents is in the bathroom.  Otherwise the old adage "out of sight, out of mind" holds true!



I'll let you know if I think of any other tricks I need to teach my little brother.  Until then, is your dawg part of the seventy-five percent that eats paper or like Dixie, one of the twenty-five percent that does not?

Jenna


Friday, September 1, 2017

Ruger's Randoms


I thought you might like to know a few random facts about me . . .

I'm about to be too big to sleep on Mommy's lap!  When I first came here to live almost three months ago I used to crash in her lap every night.  I'd run around like crazy and then let her know I was ready to rest when I crawled in her lap.  I'm getting too big to fit now!  Mommy is so sad about this.


I like to watch TV.  I don't have a current favorite,  but Daddy says I'm going to love football season!



I don't seem to be afraid of anything.  My big sister Jenna is only afraid of the vacuum cleaner.  I'm not even afraid of that!  And I love it when Mommy sweeps!  It's so much fun to chase the broom!



I like it when Mommy wears skirts.  At first she thought it was just her long maxi skirts I had a fondness for . . . nope, I like ALL of them!  The way they swish and sway catch my attention and I love to grab hold!



I love to chew on cardboard boxes!  When Daddy has an empty Coke box, he passes it on to me for a few days.  I don't eat the cardboard.  I just tear it into small pieces and spread it all over the house.  Mommy's so thankful I can be entertained cheaply . . .


Also, I've been sleeping through the night since my second week home.  And I know where I'm supposed to potty and where I'm not!  Mommy's thrilled with me.  She says I might be the best dawg yet . . . but don't tell Dixie and Jenna!

Ruger



PS: Happy belated birthday to Grandma and Cousin C yesterday!  Grandma turned the BIG 70!!!  That's pushing 500 in dawg years!!

PPS: Hunter passed away two years ago today . . . Mommy says I'm more and more like him every day!  That's a good thing, right???