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Mom says Santa will be coming soon. I'm watching for him very carefully.
It's my duty to bark at everyone who enters our house, of course, but also I want to be sure to get the jump on Moe vis-a-vis Santa's bag of treats. While Moe is much quicker than I am these days, I have infinitely more patience--thus, the waiting....
And I'm also hoping he'll give me something extra special if I return his hat!
Posted at 02:45 AM in Celebrations, The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBack (0)
In addition to carrying me like a goat, Dad thinks it's funny to put me in boxes.
Don't worry, he doesn't seal the lid or anything. He just closes it lightly over the top of me, then laughs as my head pops out.
He likes to do it with laundry baskets too.
I apparently don't understand his twisted sense of humor.
(Incidentally, the chew marks on the box--totally Porterhouse!)
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While I do admit that I like to be carried and held every now and then--up to bed when I'm sleepy, under Mom's sweater when I'm cold--I am firmly stating here and now that this type of carrying is inappropriate Dad, very inappropriate for my status as supreme being of my house.
I am a dog and a Welsh Terrier--two qualities that make me one of the finest creatures on this earth. I can't just be slung over your shoulder like any old livestock!
Posted at 12:35 AM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBack (0)
I long ago accepted that my mother is a bit stranger than most humans when it comes to cleaning things, but last weekend she tried to clean up the yard.
I don't just mean that she picked up my poops--which I appreciate--but she swept up all the leaves too. I wish I understood the purpose of this....
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Meryl: See, I picked a devil costume this year because Moe is a devil inside and now a devil outside too--get it?
Porter: LMAOROTFL!
Sweet Husband: Moe-Moe, I'm glad your...manly parts...have already been removed....
Moe: If y'all don't throw my squeaky toy for me at least a hundred times after this, I'm going to poop on you in your sleep.....
Porter: Still LMAOROTFL!
Meryl: Oh hush you three! Happy Howl-O-Ween everybody!
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I do not much like other dogs, but this Leroy fellow--whom I previously dismissed and, I'm ashamed to say, beat up on a little--might just be alright.
This weekend we went to his house for a walk. Leroy's Mom and Dad recently rented a new house that came with its very own woods and creek, and suggested that we come out and enjoy it. The parents (both Leroy's and mine) reasoned that, with all that space and all the toys and food picked up, there could be no reason for us all to be less than sociable.
We had a wonderful time, wandering through the woods and splashing in the creek. Although I did have to tell him once to get out of my space, I really do think that, on the whole, the walk was a success!
OK, but aside from the fun with friends, the most awesome thing happened. I almost caught a turkey! Yes, you heard me, a turkey!
We were walking along and I smelled something funny, so I went off the path into the woods. Seconds later I bolted him out and he flew off--just barely missing Mom who, small blame to her, yelled and almost fell down in surprise. It was so cool! Mom said if I would have really got him, she would have let me eat part of him for Thanksgiving dinner.
Another funny thing happened while we were swimming in the creek. Mom tried to sit down on a rock to watch us swim, and Leroy--being the considerate dog that he is--went to check on her and give her a hug. Oh how she squealed with a wet, muddy Lab in her lap!
The leaves were very pretty, and Mom was excited when she found some deer tracks. I was excited when I found these tennis balls...until I tried to pick one up and discovered that they are not, in fact, tennis balls.
I wanted to go in this old box car and see if I could find more potential snacks, but Mom said no way. There's always next time though!
Posted at 01:38 AM in Happenings Around Home and With Family and Friends, The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (10) | TrackBack (0)
We have a problem. Mom and Dad--mostly Dad 'cause, lets face it, he's the enforcer--have been half-heartedly "training" me to sleep in "the dog bed". A short visual demonstration is necessary to explain the scope of this problem.
See this? This is my bed. (D'ya hear that? MINE!)
This is Porter's bed.
This is the dog bed.
Again:
Now tell me, seriously, which of these beds would you chose to sleep in?
But, just so you all don't get too worried, please know that Mom and Dad's resolve weakens to nothing once they've been asleep for a bit. While I do have to start each night in the dog bed, my bed is retaken quickly as soon as they start to snore.
Posted at 05:54 AM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBack (0)
...but you can't make her polka.
This is me at the annual Labor Day Street Dance in Mom and Dad's old hometown. My Pretty Auntie (Meryl: That would be Sweet Sister) took me as her non-date companion, but when we got there--for some reason that I cannot fathom--she absolutely would not take me out on the dance floor for a polka.
Perhaps it's better that way. It is certainly hard to keep up that 3/4 "oomph-bop-bop" rhythm when you (literally) have two left feet!
Posted at 11:25 PM in Happenings Around Home and With Family and Friends, The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBack (0)
I've trained Mom to do a new trick--are you ready for it? Everyday when she comes home from work, we walk through the garden together looking for ripe tomatoes. Then she sits down on the back steps and throws the ball for me ten times. (Some days she gets distracted and does more, but it's always at least ten times.) Isn't she a smartie?!?
Well, some days I do have to remind her a little bit....
C'mon Mom, let's go! Throw it! Throw it!!!
Leaping through the air with the greatest of ease!
Flying over the ground...I'll run anywhere for my ball!
Chew break!
OK, time to get back to work. Only...where's my ball? Ball??? OHMYGOODNESS! I CAN'T FIND IT! WHERE IS MY BALL?!? OH! DISTRESS! AGONY! HEARTBREAK!!! OH...hey, there it is....
If I can train my human to throw my ball everyday, you other doggies can too--now get out there and go for it!
Posted at 12:10 AM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBack (0)
From this spot, I can....
Look out the window at passers-by, guard the house from intruders, check on the neighbors....
Sleep, snooze, snore. And occasionally (but not necessarily today, because she is watching) have a good rumple in Mom's pillows....
Ponder life and my purpose in it....think about questions like, "Why are tennis balls round?" That's really important, ya know....
(Note from Meryl: The pillows--which Moe and Porter both love to rumple in whenever I turn my back--came from etsy seller Leslie Janson. Love them!)
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Would you check out what Mom and Dad got me? My very own little kingdom full of smells and dirt and squirrels and grass!
They've been working on it for awhile now, but tonight the fence was officially finished and I got to chase balls all night long.
I think Mom and Dad are also pretty happy. Ever since we moved to this new place, we've been taking about five walks a day. While it's been nice to get to check out the neighborhood all the time, I think they like it better when they don't have to be on the other end of my leash.
Of course, Porter immediately began looking for a secret passageway to get outside of the fence, but so far she hasn't come up with any. While life certainly is nice within our fence, I can see how being able to get out of it could come in handy if, say, a cat was teasing us from outside.
Here's a closer shot--any doggy see any weaknesses?
Posted at 11:27 PM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (8) | TrackBack (0)
Hey everybody! It's been awhile I know, but I've been ever-so-busy exploring and supervising at the new place. I really like it so far, except for one little thing....the tricksey, evil, scary basement stairs.
Posted at 06:52 PM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBack (0)
Our house is full of boxes. And, Mom gave away my favorite chair--to a complete stranger, no less. Just left it out on the curb, and somebody came by and put it in their car!
Posted at 12:06 PM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (8) | TrackBack (0)
Porterhouse divides up the year into two seasons: Walking Season and Not Walking Season. But I base my calendar on something far more important: WATER!
Posted at 12:19 AM in The Pups Speak | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)
I don't know what's going on, but I think I need back-up on the double!
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Hello there doggies! Today another tip for training your humans--no more Halties!
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I defended Mom's life the other day. Dad says she was never in harm's way, and Mom was completely not worried throughout the entire incident--but they obviously didn't understand the danger, of course.
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