Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Hello from Lacie!Continuing the somewhat new tradition of putting adorable puppy pix of my brother, Scruffy, here is one of Mumsie's particular favorites. I love the paw crossing.
I think I'm in BIG TROUBLE. Scruffy is still missing. At first it was soothing, NOT to be in his constant wiry presence. Then it became a little irritating NOT having him in my face all the time. Now it's downright aggravating not to have the big Lout loudly chomping on his rawhide and stinking the place up.
I went out last night to search for my friend Toadie to see what she might know. I didn't find her, but I did find her husband Toadster. You can tell he's a boy...much bigger, more colorful, and he pees on fire hydrants. He also displayed horrible toad gas and constant belching of tri- colored wiry fur. Check this out:
Look at the size if this guy's butt!! He has all of these warty kinda lesions on his skin. Frankly, I don't know how my friend Toadie kisses him. Yick!
I asked him if he had seen Scruffy, but he merely shrugged and eructated another blast of fetid smelling toad burp, accompanied by a "mat" of wiry fur. Hmm...Scruffy has been known to resist being groomed. But, that will be another post.I've taken your advice and started following him around with a large 13 gallon kitchen size poop bag. Hopefully, everything will come out OK in the end.
We've been tagged to speak of our favorite foods. I fear this will have to wait a post or two to see if I can extract Scruffy from the irritable bowels of Toadster.
THIS IS SO NOT MY FAULT. I didn't ask him to eat him, it was merely only a passing suggestion. I'll tell you suggestions are not all that are "passing'" in our driveway. Peeeuuuuu!Not wishing to end on a disgusting note of gastrointestinal explorations, I will close with the cutest view of a Fox Terrier's respiratory system, that you have ever seen. No, it's not wee Scruffy, but his litter mates...his sister and brother. Stay tuned!!!!! Lacie
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Hard to believe old Scruff was that tiny. Need to go and watch the Steelers. Yawn. I'm a Brown's fan...from Cleveland, ya know. Lac likes the Eagles. We are going to be one confused family, once the season starts! Enjoy the cooler weather for those in this neck of the woods!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
This is just a short post as it's really past our bedtime and we have to get up early tomorrow. I overheard Scruffy and Mommy whispering about me getting "fixed" next week. The only thing that's broken on me is I want tummy spots so I can have a boyfriend. My mom says I'm too young to think about boydogs, but I guess I'm a teensy bit jealous of Asta. I think it's her tummy spots that makes boydogs like her. My brother Scruffy said that when I go to the vets that they will shave me and the world will see my tummy spots. If I have any. I don't understand why I just can't go to the groomers to find tummy spots. Maybe I should have been a WFT. Did any of you read the Sneetches by Dr. Seuss....they have spots on their tummy. Scruffy says I'm obsessed. Daddy says we're all weird and we have too much time on our paws. I hope Scruffy isn't pulling my paw about this fixing thing. He got fixed and he has lottsa spots; musta worked on him! We walked for the first time tonight on a double leash. It was lots easier for our mom so she didn't keep having to switch hands. She said she feels like a marionette puppeteer whatever that is. The huuman holding us is our big brother. He's wearing a Penn State hat. I don't think he's taken in off in 3 years at obedience college. It smells deeelissssh!!! Need to hit the crate.....lotsa lakie licks.....Lacie
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
This is Lacie and NO I am not too short to type; Scruffy had not made me aware of "our" blog. Hmm...see if I give him computer time this week. I am THE sensible terrier in the family. The parents refer to me as the "Perfect Puppy." They referred to Scruff as the "Puppy from Hell." Oh, do I have some stories about his puppyhood, (that I wasn't even here to witness, but have heard repeatedly) that I will share with you sometime. It's just too much effort to be bad. Especially when Scruff is bad ALL THE TIME, and I can sit around and laugh.
I trained Scruff in about 20 minutes the first day I came to live here in the 'Burg. (Will have to switch my allegiences to the Steelers from the Eagles, but I digress.) I weighed all of 6 lbs. Scruffy had a bone. I went up to him and asked for it nicely. He refused to give it up, so I exploded with a loud puppy bark. Poor old Scruff was so startled he dropped it. Now I don't even have to bark. He just forks them over. He's paper trained too. (What a mess; not for me a sensible Lakeland.) As soon as Scruff saw I was amply rewarded for my outdoor "performances" he got the picture pretty fast. I was frankly horrified the first time Mommy gave the "pee" command and darned if wily Wiry didn't lift his leg and hit me with his best shot...the golden shower. Sharp as a tack, that one.
The above is the pic that I would have sent in to the Airechicks contest, if Scuffy (the ?former) blog manager had known about it. Deeeeelish, I love ice cream!!
Have a favor to ask you all. Anyone know anything about "dyed mulch?" The 'Rents (cool talk for parents) are landscaping, and this was offered to them. Frankly, it sounds toxic, though they SAY it isn't...."completely safe for all pets...." hmm sounds like a load (pawdon the pun). Plus, it will certainly get all over the Wiry Fox's white legs. (Sensible dogs don't wear white out to play....red, black and brown works so much better...) OPINIONS, anyone...about the mulch that is...Mom won't get it, I know, but we wondered if any of you had heard of this stuff......Lacie