Post Scruffy Barkday.....

Hey Everybody, as you can see I am back in my lifeguard chair moniterin' the boyz. Scruffy's second Barkday was this week and it's taken us a while to post these pix....he wants to thank you all for the lovely messages and cards from around the world....!!! He's blushin' from the attention...um...he rarely gets attention in this house so it was a nice change for him.

Asta sent us...er Scruffy...a pressie as you can see from our last post where we were sniffin' it.....Speakin' of sniffin...it was sittin' half opened on the counter for like 3 days before Mumsie stopped going to work so much so she would let us open it. She kept thinkin' something had died in the trash...but it was what was in the contents of this bag. ANIMAL PARTS!!!!!!! I helped myself to the bag...was too fast for Mumsie to snap a pic...BUT they are yummy!!! Asta sent Scruffy some stuffies that we haven 't killed yet...I have them hidden behind the chair. AND SHE SENT HIM A BULLY STICK. SCRUFFY'S NEVER HAD ONE...AND HE DIDN'T GET THIS ONE EITHER.

Lookie at poor Scruff...doesn't this pic break ur heart? He's depressed....and here's why......

Yeppers...that bully stick is firmly stuffed into large Dale jaws. Look at him gnashin' on it!

Even Scruffy starin' right at him won't make Babystan relinquish this treatie....nope...NO WAY!!!!!

The only thing that makes Scruffy happy is Babystan looks a tad uncomfy on his NON DALE bed....his large Dale butt is hangin' off by a mile!!!!!!!!!

Mumsie turned her back on him and lookeeee what that Scruffy did....yep....he was SO depressed he jumped right on the kitchen table to make himself feel better. Maybe I better go get Scruffy the stuffies and Stinky Body Parts I hid from him and SHARE. Share is really not a word I enjoy.

I'll leave you all with this parting shot of the Scruffman's brains. It's his best feature......

Lacie

Attack on the Wee Wee Pads......!

Scruffy here....cuz it's the eve of my 2nd Barkday, I kicked Lacie and Babystan off the blog. Yep. Now I shall proceed to post. I chewed rawhide. I chased a tennis ball. And napped. Come to think of it...that's ALL I did...or do...everyday. This blog could get a bit repetitive. OK....I guess I have to tell ya bout Babystan's misdeeds. Ya see he's packed. Big Bruvver is goin' on SPRING BREAK this weekend to FLORIDA. And, Babystan being in a peck of trouble, packed and is demanding to go with him so Mumsie doesn't kill him.

This was the first sign of trouble in our yard. For the uninformed...it's a wee wee pad...ya like wee wee on it...saves freezin' the paws off on a cold night. They're really 'spensive...so Mumsie told Big Bruvver to put some of that puter time to good use and order some Wee Wee Pads CHEAP. So he did......6 big packages....came in one big cardboard box. But Mumsie didn't know it had come and was sittin' on the front steps. And she let us all out to play in the snow/rain/ice/and SLOP! We were out for a long time and she had to throw ALL of us in the shower when we came in. I was the worst....black all over. But I digress......

When Mumsie let us out later and was doin' the GREAT POOP HUNT with the scooper like she entertains herself with everyday, THIS IS WHAT SHE SAW ON THE FRONT STEPS.

That is SO the work of an Airedale. Lacie and I simply do not have the powerful Dale jaws he used to do this......

Lookie at that MESS!!!! Babystan is in a heap of trouble now. And this morning he chewed up our Grandpa's VERY OLD READING PRIMER....like from 1928. And then Lacie stood on her hindlegs and chewed a big chunk off Mumsie's old family Bible....from the 1800's. She keeps askin' those bad dogs why they couldn't have chewed a new book up...one that's replaceable.

Right now she's sittin' in the middle of the floor meditatin' like Asta did in the pic on her bloggie. She said the other option was to drink herself unconscious, but she said that wouldn't be very 'sponsible or somethin'

Speakin' of Asta.....LOOKIE at the pressie she sent me....we'll, excuse me, I'LL open it tomorrow...my Barkday!!!!! Lacie and Stan are goin' in their crates if I have my way!!!!!

SCRUFFY

Babystan

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Scruffy Puppy:Almost Two!

It has been brought to my attention that I have no voice. I don't mean like I have Lair En Gitis or somethin'. It's the other two terriers in this house have TAKEN OVER THE BLOG. As it's the week of my second barkday...Miss Easterbunny Bonnet herself has agreed to let me post. Above is me doing what I could do all day. And night. Play with tennis balls. Diggin' em outta the snow combines all the best attributes of being a terrier.

Why did Lacie HAVE to look the other way?

Why did Lacie HAVE to look the other way??????? Again!

Um....well Babystan looks darn cute.

Look at the size of that nose....Oh...reminds me. Mumsie had the FUNNIEST dream of Daddy. She dreamt that she was kissin' him goodnight...and he had his head sideways on the pillow. She noticed that his face had grown longer...and his ears were trianglular shaped...and his nose was black and he had fangs and a red beard. Yep...she dreamed that Daddy had TURNED INTO AN AIREDALE!!! It looked like those pix in the book 1984 where the piggies are turnin' hooman. Cept Daddy was turnin' canine. When she saw him yesterday mornin' and membered the dream she laughed till she cried. Daddy just stood there and asked her why she was laughin' at him before he said anything. That made her laugh even harder. She could just see him with a red collar on....oh man...she's got the giggles again....But I digress from this post.......

So I am a little beard challenged....I honestly don't know what happens to it....I used to have a beard. BEFORE WE GOT LACIE. Now I am sure that is no cowinkydink....

Look at her beard. She takes mine, dyes it and glues it to her face. Wonder what Mumsie would look like as half Lakeland. Maybe I'll go and take a nap......to sleep...perchance to dream!

Scruffy

(Lacie..."Scruffy, those are called beard extensions...you just happen to be the extender provider....")


(Scruffy..."Lacie, get off my blog now....!)

Curtains close, lights dim...the sound of fighting terriers in the background.

GRR!

Our Bunky Flog Award!

Bunky Flog...Lacie actually typed that when thanking Molly and Taffy and Maggie and Mitch for awarding us this title. Um...our blog's bunky? er funky??? !!! Enuff said...thank you all so much for this honor! We pass it on to all our friends: dogs kitties and hamsterriers....Funky Rocks!!!
Lacie has been insufferable in that crazy Easter Bonnet. She prattles, she preens...she sings that stoopid song she likes..."In My Easter Bonnet, with All My Hares Upon It..." Not her original pun...thanks to Koobie's Grandpa for that one!

Babystan got to thinkin' bout bonnets...here's his lampshade that he's SUPPOSED to be wearin' after last Friday's raisin snippin'. (The lampshade didn't even last out the vetties door...he didn't fit in the back of the car.) First he tried chewin' on the shade...then he filled it with toys, then he used it for a trash can and stuffed Lacie in it!! Boy, did she get mad. Mumsie couldn't even get her pic she tore outta there so fast. SO.....

With all this fuss of Lacie in her bonnet...Babystan decided NOT to be out done. See him...he's wearin' the lampshade BACKWARDS! Darn, if that dog isn't stylin'!!!

Stoopid blogger seems to have loaded that pic twice. So you can just look at it again and notice different details. Like how the chair is in the middle of the room....maybe somedog peed on the carpet????

Here's a close up of the big dumb Dale...er large, handsome intelligent Airedale. Wonder what he's thinkin'?

Can he compete?

Scruffy

The only normal dog in this house.

(Lacie; define normal.)

In My Easter Bonnet....!!!

OK...so what if it's February...I'm ready for spring....like it???? My new hat, I mean? Now that you're concentrating on how cute I am, I need to apologize...My sweet Archie, Agatha and Asta...(all A's) sent us bootiful pressies....lotsa stuffies and bones....for Valentine's Day...my Barkday, Scruffy's Barkday....(next week, but that Agatha is so efficient.....) Anyway, we took the bestest pix....and MUMSIE LOST THEM. Like they are gone. I'm thinkin' she erased the memory stick. I mean in the camera. Mumsie's memory stick was erased a LONG time ago....she's gotta be close to 200 years old now. Mybe that's why she screws up the puter, camera, her cell phone etc etc. (She was in Verizon today and had to ASK the man workin' there how to capitalize on her cell phone...who types in caps in a text msg. anyway.....???) But, we are very sorry for Mumsie's inefficiancy with regard to our pressies.....Thank you all for your generosity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We got another pressie from Koobuss!!!!!!!!! I gave the boyz permission to open it....Scruffy snuck this cute sheepie out of the box first and well, destuffed it. I gathered ALL the stuffin' up and will sew the poor guy back together.......those foxy wires....what is it with them??? So destructive.

Lookie at Babystan....back on his feet.....pullin' all these stuffies outta the box!

There was a pic before this showin' him gnashin' his large Dale jaws on the box....Stan likes to make sure all cardboard is broken down before it goes into our recycle bin.

As you can see he gets a little too enthusiastic for the project. There's cardboard everywhere!!! He loved it!

Isn't my new Stuffie Easter Bonnet Bunny Hat just the latest????????????? (I heard that they are all the rage in Paris this spring!) It makes me happiest just to slip it on and think bout the warm weather that's just round the corner......THANK YOU KOOBIE FOR ALL THE PRESSIES!!!!!!!!! I waaaaaas gonna let Scruffy write this post but his tummy's been a tad upset and I didn't figure he could describe my new bonnet correctly.

Babystan seems to be completely recovered from his surgery. Keepin' that big boy quiet is harder to do than I thought. No stairs for 7-10 days, my Lakie posterior....what am I supposed to do...carry him up?????

I will let Scruffy post next. I guess.

Lacie

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Whelp...itsch done...like my surgery's over and it was CRAZZZZZZZZZY!!! I'm on shome pain meds....GOOOOOD STHUFFFFF!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
(Lacie: Um...he's a little medicated right now, puttin' it mildly....)
Lookat this card that hottie Ashhta sehnt to me....Um...I've been chrushin' on her since the day I met 'er....she's like attached to Standude...but....he's got some compettitonion....now. Asshta...I think ur bootiful...lieke the most boutufil foxee I've ever met.....I love you!!!!!!!!
(Lacie: Ut Oh.....I'm feelin' some trouble brewin'....Babystan....Shut ur large Dale mouth...you're gonna regret these things tomorrow.....)


Here I am lookin' out the window at the vetties 'fore my snipit time.....it was snowin' and freezin' wainin'! I'm thinkin' this is NOT a good idea....maybe we could just go home now....

Mumsie wouldn't let me...sho er so I just lifted my Dale leg on this pile of "Christian Yellow Pages"....they were a lot yellower when I was done with em. The vet techie had the o dac ity to ashk me if I'm a religious sort or not. I mean I was just doin' some blaaadeer emteein'; it wasn't a political statement or somefing. Whatever.... Man, it;s harcd to tuype. Wheeeeeeeeee.....!

(Lacie...Mumsie wanted to kill him...why did he have to pick that pile to pee on????)

Thisch Teckie fooled me...I was happy...she told me I could go havve some ischcream. Lookie...my tail's a waggin' too. I follered her like a sheep to the slaughter......

She lied. Whut HIT ME????? No iceshh creeem for Sthann.

Mumsie came to wecover me. She gave me a massage and an ear wub. Hey, I'm talkin' like Ashaata!!! DUDE!!!!!!!! Ashta...where are you? I coulda sworn I was dreamin' of you...we were on a picnic......you had on this really cute bikini and....

(Lacie; Sweet Babystan...shut up....now!)


Oh Man...this pischture's outta order....that was me leavin' in my lanmpshade. Sheesch.

HA! Bet you guyz think this is me....Fooled ya!!!NOPE...it's Beckham....a very cute Dale chicka beside my cage who had her fix it surgery. She was cryin' so Mumsie gave her some love. I wanted to get in there and do sume luvin' too but the Vet said she fixed that. Don't get whut she's talkin' bout.The vettie staff was laughin' cuz they had 2 Dales side by side....Wots sho funnie bout that?

Here I am at home...wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......but I can't seem to get comfy...it hurts to lie dahn in the normal faschin' fur shome weasun.

Here's Bruvver feelin' guilty and givning me symptathy......treats wuld help Bruvfeer.
A rear shot....ha...not lettin' ya pieeek at me...no way...I sthill have sume modesteee. Thannke yu all for all the good whishies ya sent me. I don't hurt or anythin.......g. Wheeeeeee...musta been all the zennie u guys sent....POKER TONIGHT...HERE....BRING BEER!!!!!!!!!


(Lacie: Babystan is feelin' no pain to say the least....and there is NO poker here tonight. He is going to bed. NOW. Agatha told me to consult my med surg book on Care of the Male Dale after Raisinectomy... First paragraph states "NO POKER, NONE for 7-10 days....."

"Come on Babystan....let's sit on your ice pack, and then we can take a nice little nappy."

Now I know what it means when they say nurses lead plural lives.)