WE ARE HONORED!!!!!!!!!

WOW WOW WOW.....AROOO!!!!!!! HAPPY HAPPY....TAILS WAG DOUBLE TIME.. HAPPY!!!

Thanks so much to Mojo....an adorable Dale pup from the UK in sending good thoughts and this blog honor to our home!!!!!!!!! She's a newbie blogger like we are, and we love her site too!!!!!

As I can't figure out how to import links yet....I will type it out http://mojoairedale.blogspot.com/ Hmm...it didn't do that automatic highlight thing...oops. Go and visit her blog or get the link of our pack list!!!!!

We are delighted to pass on this honor to Ricky Pepper and his friends in Philly....his blog address is: http://chloerickyluciesophie.blogspot.com/ or use our pack's link!

He's a bit indisposed today as he had some surgery yesterday. This is a group of dogs who open their home for dogs who need a forever home...and that door opens a lot. Check out Sophie, a little dachsie who just came to live with them...she's adorable with her big floppy ears! Ricky's family also has allowed Axel to stay with them for a month while his parents are in Africa. That sure beats Camp Kennel for a month!! They have blogged EVERY day of Axel's stay to reassure his folks and friends that he's well and happy. (He's exhausted doing dachsie duty!!!!!) What a caring group in that house!!!!!

YEP...it was not a fun morning in our house. Scruffy had to leave early to take Koobie to the Penn State game. He rented and flew a helicopter to get there quickly. HMM... probably not a good idea after the TAIL gating.......

With the party tonight in Singapaw, we had to get beautiful. This was not my idea of a spa day. Mumsie furminated us. Most of that fur is Scruffy's. Yeech. Good thing we don't shed. Oh, the muzzle is Scruffy's too. He gets very angry around his paw section!!!

After the furmination, we got into our suits for the PAWTY tonight. As Scruffy is looking out for Koobie, Mojo and me, Mumsie wouldn't let us go "au natural!!!" Like my pink bikini??? I woulda had Daddy hold my front paws up so you could get a view of the front of it, but he was busy sulking and washing his finger where Scruffy sank his tooth into it. Evidently Scruffy WANTED to go au natural, but that didn't happen. Hopefully, Scruffy didn't chip a fang on one of Daddy's metacarpals. HEH HEH HEH!!!!! A sensible Lakie would never ever do that. We don't bite, we just get even in devious little lakie ways

Check out Asta's blog for the pawtastic satellite photo of her and Stanley on the raft to Singapaw. She SAID her bikini fell off. Right.....!!!!!

Mojo, thank you again for honoring us....Wiry hugs and Lakie licks, Scruffy and Lacie

Lacie's Fix It Surgery...Cancelled...!

Hey Everybody....I wanted to let you know that the vet cancelled my Fix It Surgery on Friday. They stole my blood on Tuesday, and she called Mumsie today and told her that my clotting times were prolonged. Dr. Vampire is concerned that I might have this thing called Von Willenbrand's Disease and she needs to steal MORE blood to figure that out. She said it's genetic to Lakies. So there. She said she'd let us know. I don't think it's a doggie big deal, but it's better to find it out before they start the fix it surgery!

Mumsie took time off next week to rock me and now there's no surgery. And Scruffy's taking Koobie to the Penn State game on Saturday, and I wasn't invited. He SAID it was because I would be not feeling so hot, but now the surgery's cancelled and I'm still not invited. I think Scruffy's "in looooovvvveee." Hey, I can tease him...I just read the blog...SNAPDRAGONS??? I'm surprised he didn't find flowers called "Bitchy Sister" or something similar. He thinks I can't figure out his passwords. He's written Koobie's name about 15 times with rawhide sticks. Ahh...love.

The sheep above are some friends of ours. It might be fun to have them come to Asta' s Party. They are usually known for their good times as you can see.

Thank you for all of the loving thoughts sent this way for my surgery...just delay them a couple weeks...I'll keep you posted!! Non clotting lakies licks,

Lacie!!

Pee Ess.....Good bye Summer!!!!!!!!!

Reflections from the Ironing Board.....

Mumsie sez she does her best thinking ironing; unfortunately she doesn't iron very often...Here Lacie and I are working on the "darks." I don't know what all the fuss is about getting rid of wrinkles...this is easy.

I have a question for you bloggie friends. We are from a lot of different breeds. Some of us are different species...our cat friends and Girl Girl. There are even bunnies and toads we read about. If you asked all of us the best way to say...play with a rope toy...you'd get lotsa answers, even from dogs of the same breed. I would tug it, Lacie would tease me with it, a kitty would pounce on it, a Boston Terrier would convert it to a Steeler toy, Asta would dye it pink and wear it, and Stanley would probably smoke it. (Sorry Stan, but those psychedelic pix on your blog cause me to infer you've smoked a few bones....!!!...Busy this weekend???)

Anyway, before we digress on Stanley's recreational habits, the POINT here is we don't see everything the same way. Yet I, Sargent McScruff, Thane of Wexford....(never did tell you my AKC name, did I?) have NEVER seen on all of these blogs anything but celebration for our similarities and respect for our differences (except, maybe for our siblings and we love them anyway!!!) So...what about the hoomans??? Today, on September 11th, 2001 before many of us were born, some hoomans did NOT respect each other's differences and made those differences a BAD thing. Perhaps for today, the hoooomans should be like us....sometimes a growl and a snap is necessary....but usually a good tail wag works. Maybe this is too simple. But why does it have to be so complicated?????????

I want to show you the "special Lakeland Terrier roses" that I got for Lacie to show my true remorse for deceiving her about that awesome toad party. (Actually, I really wanted to be "unstuffed" and stop being a 'Dale in an extended down/stay. It made counter surfing not happen. As you can see Lacie has her face right up in those "roses" inhaling away (speaking of recreational habits..)....and actually, she had a big drink out of the vase too.....Smart dog, that one!!

If you look very carefully at these "roses" you will see they chomp just like Lacie's mouth when she is flapping her jaw, nagging me or worse trying to bite me. (She was playing bitey face this morning (I wasn't playing....) and bit a big chunk of my booootiful wiry fur out and just left it on the floor. I asked Mumsie to split it up and send it to some of my girl friends, but she said no dice.....) Anyway, the flowers are SNAPDRAGONS. Have you ever seen anything so perfect. That's who I live with....a snapdragon. You can't say Scruff isn't President of the "Get the Last Word in Edgewise Club....." She will never ever figure this one out!! She will never guess that I changed my password to "Koobie."

Comforting thoughts to Lacie on Friday when she's having her fixit surgery. I am assuming that Mumsie will drug her heavily so she sleeps a lot and we can take walkies without her. I mean, I hope the surgery goes well, and Lacie feels better soon!!

Thoughtful wiry barks,

Scruffy

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

"Scruffydale and Lacie's New Place"

To repeat myself, "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." I am so mad at Scruffy, I can hardly contain myself. If anyone has ever seen a Lakeland really angry, this is not a pretty site. Scruffy had been locking the 'puter. Well, it certainly wasn't hard for a smart Lakie to figure out his password....."ASTA." That took all of one try.

So I checked out his last post describing the Great Deception of Lacie. I thought he had been digested by an amphibian, only to find that the little skank had been "pawtyin' down" in our own yard. Four days of debauchery; four days that I had to limit tanning, hair highlighting, and shopping just to negotiate for his release. Not to mention having to kiss those creatures!!!!! EWWW! Anyway, you get the picture.

It took me a while to figure out a plan. Certain Lakies have certain abilities that other dogs don't have. It's called "POOF POWER." Sadly for Scruffy, this is only one of my many talents. (Accessorizing an outfit ranks right up there, too.) Describing this is a tad difficult, even for a Lakie as eloquent as I am. Therefore,I will just show you.

Yeppers. I gave Old Scruff a big POOF and turned him into an Airedale stuffie. It's pawsome. He cooperates. He has too. He seems to be stuck in a down stay. I get ALL of his food at mealtimes....(instead of the usual quarter ration that I normally snatch from him), have all of the toys, and have Mumsie all to myself for "girltime"..you know, pedicures and such.....

Look at him here...he's trying to play, trying to make me forget about his pathetic behavior....no bitey face for Scruffydale. I WILL negotiate with Scruffy. He can talk. You just have to get very close to the Stuffie to hear him. Most of what he's saying is not printable on a family/puppy blog. I am holding out for flowers....roses. Perhaps, when he's tired of being dragged around by a leash in his fixed down/stay, he may appease me with gifts. Not that I'm usually this easily swayed.

OOOOPSIE.............

I didn't mean to post this picture. Er...well...it's Stanley. Yep, Goober Boy himself. You see, I'm turning 7 months tomorrow and I can date then. But, Stanley said he had tooo many other girlfriends. POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF.

Should I call him Wirygoober?? Gooberfox??? He looks good as a WFT. He also seems to be stuck in a down stay position. Heeheeehee. The only dogs shedding in this house are the Stuffies!! Perhaps Stanley might change his mind and add a 4th girlfriend to his list. Or perhaps I will enter him at Westminster as a Wire.

STUFFIE LOVE,

Lacie

PEE ESS.... When Mumsie took me out to use the facilities this am before work, she was grumbling that her shoe was too small. She stopped in the middle of the driveway, took her shoe off, shook it and out dropped a baby TOAD right in her hand. She screamed so loudly that I'm surprized our Swiss friends didn't hear her. I laughed my lady-like butt off. Only Mumsie. Perhaps the toads see her as paparazzi for all of the pics she's snapped of them. By the way, Toadie Baby hopped quite happily off to the party bush. She was fine. This house only gets odder and odder!!!!!

Oh What a Week!!!

Hi Bloggie Friends!!!

Hmm....Scruff here. Er...Umm....the only thing I feel badly about is that some of you were worried about me. I only meant to pull the wool over Lacie's eyes, not yours. I mean...I did go out that night looking for a snack; a toad snack. But, I got to Toadster's bush and he had a MAJOR pawty goin' down. Beer, pretzels, cigars, poker and some amazing "Pong" that we played with tennis balls and dog bowls. Hey, I don't have a big bruvver for nothin'. There were some really odd guests at the party. A hermit crab named Sebastian, Bailey...that adorable short puppy with the mini-legs that make her look like a ground hog on wheels...Lacie's words, not mine, a bunch of toads...with Toadster being the prime host. I felt like I fell down the rabbit hole with Alice; as you can see there was a giant bunny there too.

It was soooo doggone much fun that I didn't want to go back in to hear Lacie's nagging. Imagine 3 whole days of being able to pawty. NO RULES. I can tell you the Scruffster was truly unleashed. We had to figure out a way to go home again...(I really needed a bath, oral hygiene...all of that beer and smoke...and a good meal..) without Lacie freaking out. We came up with the Smoochie Kiss Deception. IT WAS HILARIOUS! Kissing a toad, Bailey, and a crab just about did her in. We laughed our fuzzy dog/toad/bunny butts off. After reading that Lacie was truly worried, I do feel kinda bad. I mean, she said she loves me. But I can't believe that she really thought that a Wily Wire could really get swallowed by a Toad. Silly Lakie. I will make it up to her and I'm sure you have some suggestions. BUT, we're not goin' to tell her quite yet. She's being sooooooo nice to me. SSSSHHHHHHH! HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!!!

We have some major unfinished tagging to do. Well.....the favorite food tags just went wrong. Nothing is ever easy in this house. Mumsie cooked some deeelissh corn on the cob. (All of her terriers have enjoyed this treat.) The problem was, Daddy was still at work and noone was here to hold the cob. Bruvver is back at Penn State Obedience School. So Mumsie put the corn on the floor on a dish. HAHAHAHA. AS IF. I snatched that corn so fast and took off with it. Yeppers. By the time Mumsie threw herself on me, half of the cob was missing in action with corn kernels all over the family room carpet. I ran under the kitchen table where Lacie nabbed it and chomped another part off the cob and ate that. We never knew the cobs tasted so scrumptious. Oh, it was great roughage...no problems. After all of that, Mumsie forgot to put the memory stick in the camera. So...

We played the food tag game again today, but a slightly safer version. As you can see in my stoooopendous counter down stay, we love to eat lobster, lamb, chicken, ribs, duck, cheeseburgers, and occasionally roast fox. Lacie wasn't allowed on the counter as her down stays aren't quite so predictable.

As for the middle name game....well...Lacie's registered name is "Queen Anne's Lace." In my humble opinion using Anne as her middle name it would work like this.

A.........er arrogant

N........um narcissistic

N.....ah...nasty

E.....evil.....

Now none of that is very flattering, so I guess I could put a pawsitive spin here...

A....adorable

N...no nonsense...she's the sensible terrier...

N...nippy er not so nice, but she gets a little rough in the bitey face game

E..hmm. I can't think of a nice word that starts with E.

Oh man, I'm too tired to do me now. Maybe Lacie will do mine later. Oh....you have to look at this pic. Mumsie hired this Mechcanical Terrier to dig up a chunk of our backyard to plant more grass for us to play bitey face in. We coulda done the work ourselves. I let him realize that he was on OUR territory. Take that!!!!! Scruffy

WHAT IS A KISS ANYWAY?

BLICK!!!!!!!!!!

OHHHHH....THIS IS SO DISGUSTING. I met with Toadster for hostage negotiations. To get Scruffy back, you won't believe what he wants. A KISS....not just any kiss, but a big SMOOCHIE KISS...from me.........LACIE. This is a total dilemma. Actually, it isn't. I just won't do it. Why do I need a brother anyway? He's stingy, pollutes the air, and hogs Mumsie. On the other hand, he is really really fun to chase in the kitchen and in the yard. And to hide behind the table and pounce on when he walks past. And...hey wait a minute. I love this fuzzy butthead. I just realized it. OK....let's get this over with.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.........KISS! POOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFF!!!

Now...that could either be the toad relinquishing Scruffy....or Three Rivers Stadium blowing up. (Hard to tell.) AND HE"S BACK!!!!

! OOOPSIE.

Maybe I didn't kiss him hard enough. Scruffy has shrunk. His legs are teeny little appendages that don't look anything like the old Scruff. He's about 4 lbs. and lost his bootiful long foxy snout. He looks like a prancing ground hog. OK>>>>>>>>>

another SMOOCHIE KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!

A HERMIT CRAB?

I HAVE TO KISS HIM?? I am not having a good day. All of this for Scruffy. Last time....third time had darn well better be the charm.

poooof.

HOME again, home again....JIGGETY JIG!

3rd Installment; "Toadster Has Gas or Where's Scruffy?

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