Thursday, May 29, 2014

Harry The Dirty Dog - aka - Stinky Pup

I is a Stinky Pup!
Yes I am!
My nickname sometimes..and sometimes my real name!
Tuesday it was my real name. OMD!

Growlmy was puttering in the yard…and still in her jammies, Yikes!
She went to the wood pile to add some junk from her patio planters that she had clipped in her daily dead-heading.  (OMD, I hope she doesn’t do that to me, BOL!)
So of course that means I took the opportunity to start my own rounds of the back woodsy area.

When I finally emerged, I was no longer a white dog with tan marks, I was a grey dog with black all over. And a cloud of flies even. Eeuuwwwwwww!
At least that is what growlmy yelled. I was quite proud of my accomplishment. Wagging my tail…
Growlmy acted quickly and shut my doggy doors…and than went to get a leash. Hey, a leash on me while I am in my fenced yard?
She then opened the back door and made me come inside, still on leash. Oh-oh. Now I knew I was in big trouble..cause we went into the bathroom. Its not called the *bath*room for nothing…
And I got the royal treatment.
And I even presented growlmy with another tick! Eeuuwwwww! At least it was only looking for a home…nope, not happening, growlmy said and flushed it down the toilet!
She scrubbed and scrubbed me trying to get that awful stank off of me. She rinsed me all off and did it again. That’s better she said…though I was begging to differ, I had kind of liked that  'not-doggy-smell’.
Then she insulted me further by clipping my tootsies. She said that is easier when they are soft…but now how’s I supposed to be a good digger?

And then she still didn’t let me out of there, she got out the hair dryer and  used that on my furs to fluff them up…and what is a dude gonna do with floofy furs I ask? Well she wanted me all dry because she had to put new flea and tick treatment on me, it was time again. And she spayed me ( OK pups...she really meant *sprayed*BOL, OMD!! Typo's are so funny sometimes!)...with *Neem Protect Spray*, too…a repellant of natural oils. Smells not too bad…peeps can use it too.
And then she only let me out on the leash after that. Humph…Pffftttt. She said she didn’t want me to go back to my roll spot, cause she didn’t have time to give me another bath. Well, I didn’t want one…but she also says she can’t have me on the carpet being a Stinky-Pup.

She said all this reminded her of the childhood books about Harry a mostly white terrier doggy and the tail of his called ‘Harry The Dirty Dog’.

And today I found a new spot that was oh so rollable!
Growlmy shoveled dirt over it…Booo….

She wishes she knew what/who is making these rollable spots fur my pleasure and her consternation. There are varmints there, I know it! If they keep making yummy rollables, I might just let them stay, BOL! Actually I only can smell their dens, I haven’t been able to oust any of them…as yet…give me time, give me time.

No pictures today...TMI, BOL!

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Super Snapping Snapper!

I haven’t barked in a while!

Happy Memorial Day to all!
Remember the reason why we have this day.
Not too far from here is Fort Custer National Cemetery. It has ceremonies for this day, and all the grave stones are decorated with flags. It is a beautiful sight, and our country, by birth or adopted as it is for growlmy, is blessed to have had all these people give the ultimate sacrifice for the rest of us. Thank a Veteran today, tomorrow, and any time you see one. They deserve it.
Placing flags on grave-sites at Fort Custer National Cemetery

Growlmy has been doing lots of not doggy things…like yard work, her job and other chores.
She even abandoned me for a whole day when she and 7 other ladies went to some flea market. What? She went to buy fleas? She is nutszo, BOL!
All she brought home was some boxes of greeting cards, presumably not for any fleas, I hope.

The weather has become quite summer like, and pleasant. We did have a very bad round of thunderstorms coming through our area just before growlmy went on her outing. One of the ladies in her group said that her childhood farm home had been hit by lightening and burned down, a 4 alarm fire, OMD:(
No one was hurt and growlmy’s friend hasn’t lived there for many long years, but of course it held a lot of memories for her, and how she must be sad when she drives by it each day. ( Same lady’s own home burned down about 20 years ago, she must have renewed nightmares during storms…the power of lightening is not controllable.)

A few days ago, growlmy was out in the woodsy part of our yard, and doing some more ‘lumberjack’ work…I was hot and too lazy to go inside to the house where it was being cooled by the A/C…so I lay down on the remains of the burn pile. Growlmy about had a fit, here is a mostly white pup laying on an ash heap, BOL!
Of course you all know what happens later in this tail...

Pawppy got himself a new set of wheels, but says I am not allowed to go in it. Shucks.
I still have to do any car rides in the old van…but hey, it won’t knock me out with the ‘new car scent’! And it smells like me anyways…and I mostly get to ride shotgun in it! (With my doggy travel harness on, of course…)
Unfur-the-younger inherited pawppy’s older car, since he needed his own set of wheels.
Our driveway will look like a car-sales lot if evfurryone is at home!

And now the Super Snapping Snapper Saga…

Pawppy came home from work, and growlmy was pulling up those eternally pesky weeds.
Pawppy came in, and quietly went to growlmy and told her to keep me occupawed, and to try to figure a way to remove a large snapping turtle off our property.
So I got called to growlmy, was given a treat bribe and put inside the den, and the doors were shut. Just as if I had to do guard duty. Wait a minute! There was a varmint out there and I got locked in the den?
Growlmy took a look in the front yard, and sure enough there was a snapper there. A big one!

It looked like this one...Super Snapper - UGLY!

Head stuck in the fence fabric, and still trying to get through. Digging wouldn’t have worked either. And woe was MJF if he tried to woof/bite at this angry critter.
So growlmy got a couple of shovels and a yard cart…and first she shooed that snapper to pull its head out of the fence fabric…she put the shovel  in front of its beaky head, and then pushed a bit…that rascal snapped at the shovel, OMD!

I don't think I want this to snap off my schnooter, OMD...

Eventually it retreated enough so that growlmy could now figure out how to get it into the cart and relocate it.
After a lot of snapping, shovel manipulating and more snapping/lunging, she got it into the cart. Now what?

She saw the neighbors to the north were home, so she asked the girl if her step daddy was there…yes.
He gave permission to take snapper to the creek and release it.
Little girl was fascinated by this snapper, and had to be warned not to get close because that dude was angry! It tried to climb out of the cart on the bumpy ride down to the creek, so growlmy laid the shovel over it to keep it corralled. That thing tried to take a bite out of the shovel…and growlmy could feel the shovel being jostled...yikes!
Eventually the creek was attained, sheesh that was a long hike down there, that property is way bigger than ours!
Snapper was released, but needed encouragement to go in the right direction. All the while it kept lunging. Talk about scary!

When growlmy finally let me back outside, I had a good sniff of that cart…but there was nothing in there to get excited about anymore. Growlmy said she was glad I had not found snapper before she did…else my schnooter might have been gone, or my paws…
This snapper was about the size of a dinner plate, and rather tall and heavy, too. It was more than likely a female who was trying to find a good place to lay her eggs…um…not in my yard pawlease!
A long time ago before my time, growlmy said there was a huge snapper in the neighbor's yard,  it was super-duper ugly, too. It was even more scary looking not because of its size which was so big it could have been a living garden stool...and it was likely an Alligator Snapper, we are just at the northern edge of its range. It was like this ugly dude:

Well, growlmy has today and tomorrow off from work, but has to work on Monday, Memorial Day.

Happy Memorial Day to all!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Dogster Diary Still Works, BOL! It picked me as a DDP!

When I got up today, growlmy told me I was a furmouse pup!
You are honored for catching bunnies and acquiring a tick. YUCK!
You are a DDP in Dogsterland.
Well the DDP isn’t yuck, BOL!

Here is a nice picture Cooper and his gang made fur my DDP. Thank-woofs so much!
Thanks Cooper and furmily!!

I have not been able to scare out any more bunnies.
Growlmy hasn’t found any more tick on me thankfurly.
It has been rather quiet, other than all my barking racket.
And it has been raining and raining and raining…maybe I should turn into a duck until the rain turns back to sunny times!
And the nice warm days have gotten dank and chilly with a cold breeze.
Its been raining so much that our grass is growing like the proverbial weeds…and pawppy says he can sit in a chair and watch it grow…and it will just have to wait until the rain stops to get another mowing...

Pawppy is getting a new vehicle, and unfur the younger will get the used one. I think when unfur drives into our driveway, I shall be all confused when pawppy doesn’t get out of it…and I need to relearn the new one. Today I was watching the street from my inner dry sanctuary in the dining room…I can sit at the picture window and look out over my terriertory…and I started to bark and woof and wag…pawppy was coming home from work…and I knew it befur growlmy did, BOL!

Hershey and Winkie sent me a blue ribbon:Thanks!
I got a Golden Bone too, that was fun to gnaw on, kept me busy for quite a while...
 I got some balloons, too.At least I don’t have to get all bent out of shape about those balloons, they are a lot less threatening than hot air balloons, BOL!

And now being as it is so furry late…I shall woof my goodnights and hit my nesting spot…you know; a good turn around, and a better scratching to ready the place and then I shall sink down and ZZzzzzzzzz…………zzz…….zz…….z……..

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Ticks & Chicks - Bunnies & Balloons

From My Archives in Dogsterland

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Growlmy's Day, BOL!

Boss-boy came over today to spend time with growlmy, and me of course.

Unfur is out of town, so he sent a card and lots of love.(He didn’t have phone service where he was, how primitive!)

You can read in the Meezers side of my blog how boss-boy got all annoyed at Minko…

It is now midsummer here, OMD!

Over 80Degrees. That is quite warm for this time of the year. Not long ago we thought spring would nevfur come let alone hot weather.

Growlmy was watching our weeping cherry tree for a burst of pink bloom, but that isn’t happening this year, Only a few measly blossoms widely scattered over the branch. It is leafing out, though. Winter kill is what happened here, I think. Maybe next spring…
Not Many Blossoms

This is still pretty

Only A Few Blossoms To Admire

More Leaves Than Blossoms
Only bare branches and some leaves with a smatterig of blooms....5-11-2014

I have noticed some yummy candies scattered throughout the yard. So growlmy tries to thwart me from my loot. Yuck she says…hey, finders keepers does she want them?

They seem to be close to the dandelions that are having fun growing here…now who gobbles up dandelions? Bunnies!

I think the Easter Bunny got sidetracked here by all the salad greens and has taken up residence here. I get to enjoy his rental fee payments, BOL! Growlmy still says yuck.

Growlmy also said a bit more than yuck the other day. She had me on the counter to brush my teeth,,and saw something sticking up out of the fur by my ears.

Eeuuwwwww! YUCK! DANG!

A Deer Tick - transmitter of Lyme disease. It was partially engorged, stealing my JRT-delish-corpuscles…how dare it do that:(

Well growlmy didn’t have a tick remover, but she got under it with the fine side of the flea comb, and got it all out, even that nasty head. YUCK.

If it had been found on her, she would have called the human vet and gotten some prophylactic antibiotic (doxycycline) but she has read that prophylaxis is not recommended for dogs.What? So now being a senior pup and already prone to things like Arthur I Tis…she all need to be vigilant for lameness.

Nevfur had an imbedded tick befur, though some have been seen crawling over me…promptly removed…

Growlmy thinks the bunnies are bringing me more than candy…so she also warned the neighbors to pay attention to their pup and kids for ticks. They don’t have a fence, and critters come and go. Way more than in my yard.

And speaking of bunnies…on their account I have been called a bad dog, a monster, a murderer…and worse…not suitable to put here…

I was helping growlmy when she was weeding, and OMD, I found a whole bunny nest! I dug and dug…and sniffed and whoops! Out came at least 4 if not 6 wee bunnykins…in all directions. Which one to snag first was my only trouble…I got two…and one went into the neighbors yard and Daisy had it for a snack…*my* bunny…

Could not find the rest…until yesterday, pawppy found one, and befur I could do anything growlmy coaxed me into the den…and shut the door. Hey! I want to play with that one too!

I keep going back to the nest site hopeful to find me a playmate…but growlmy knowing the wee ones were not there dismantled it and poured bleach on it to make it unpleasant for my sniffings…

I was just doing what I am supposed to do growlmy, hunt varmints…esp ones that  bring in nasty things like ticks…

We have not had snow here since early April, but last week, there was a snowstorm of feathers all over the northern neighbors grass…some critter had gotten yet another chicken dinner. At least growlmy knows it wasn’t me…poor chicken…now the southern neighbors have gotten another bunch of them, I wonder how long befur they are a foxes dinner…

The roosters crow all day long, what a racket. I sure do hope they do not try to fly into my yard…they also have nasty beaks and claws.

And today there were balloons! OMD! I *hate* those huge things. They trespass in my airspace, they make lots of noise and they need to be barked loudly and incessantly until they take heed and fly away. And yup, they did…and I barked fur a long while after I could’t see them anymore just to make are they stayed away.

Now I am barking at the thunder that is rumbling and grumbling all around us…Hope that we don’t get a bad storm.

Off to bed I go...

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Unfurbro-the-Younger Is An Offurcial Bachelor

May 3, 2014

On Friday May2, unfurbro the Elder, also known as Boss-Boy to me; the dog-guy, came over to the peeps den, which of course is where we all dwell. I thought we were going to spend 'quality time' together. But nope.
He had an overnight bag and crawled into his old bed which is still here for such times as this I suppose…

On May 3, 2014, the peeps got up in the wee hours and we furry ones  just kind of blinked at them, what on earth? So we slept and suddenly they all left.
But not befur Boss-Boy started grumbling and made some naughty words, too…Um I won’t woof more…TMI, BOL!
He picked up a dangly black thing with silver colored ends and threw it away…
He said some fur had chewed through his USB cord.
Boss-boy's chewed up USB cord...

Oopsie, those silly kitties thought it was a worm or a snake that had to be evicted…and they are not telling who killed it either, so there. That’s what you get fur planning to leave us all day…
As I said they all left, and it was barely light.

It was blustery, damp and heavily clouded. Rain on the radar in some areas of our State. And cold, made more bone chilling by that biting wind, Brrr! It didn’t get much above 45 if at all.

They all drove to AnnArbor; final destination: 'The Big House’. That’s another name for the University of Michigan’s Stadium, called that because it is one of the largest if not *the* largest football stadium in the country, the third largest in  the world. It holds 109,901 peeps. OMD! That’s too many peeps fur a couple of shy kitties and a reactive dog-guy. Well, no matter pets are not allowed in there…

They didn’t go to see any sports, though. They had to witness the offurcial becoming of a Bachelor of our Unfurbro-the-Younger. He now is A Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering.  Otherwise fondly known as a geek, BOL!  An Offurcial Bachelor Geek! He also got to wear a long scarf and some golden tassels, in honor of some of his good grades and scholarships. The kitties think they would have had lots of fun with those tassels, and more fun with the tassels on his cap. We all could even play hide & seek under his gown…but of course non of us furry ones were there…only in thought could we cheer on our newest Bachelor.

As I said it was cold…the clouds were oh so furry thick, and threatened rain most of the over three hours the peeps were sitting on those cold hard bleachers. Growlmy had on a sweater, a scarf, gloves and 2 jackets…and she still shivered…as did most evfurryone there.
But being thankful fur small blessings, it did not rain! Now that would have been terrible. Growlmy was thinking enough already, we are all going to get pneumonia…
For a couple of short moments the sun made an appearance, and how the crowds cheered and clapped. So loud they scared it back behind the clouds, BOL!!
Grads, filing into the stadium
Time to start the ceremonies
Thousands of grads and their families at the Big House, May 3, 2014

It took over 90 minutes fur all the graduates to file into their seats, like a nevfur ending stream…

After all the speeches,  and lots more shivering it was over and my peeps all met out in front of the stadium to make a few pictures…
My unfurbro is a Graduate Bachelor!
Dan: A Newly Graduated Bachelor May 3, 2014

Dan, my unfurbro and new Bachelor with Growlmy & Pawppy  It was cold, but Growlmy took off her jackets...Brrr!

...and then they had to walk the long way back to the car, and drive off to get some hot coffee and noms. Growlmy left her jackets on all through lunch…and even left them on fur a while after they got back home, BOL!

So now Unfurbro-the-Younger is going to go to Grad school, to put yet more learned matters into his head…and then the peeps can sit on bleachers yet another day when he will be a Master! They hope it will be much warmer...
You're going to need a lot of coffee, Unfurbro of ours!


Just for fun here are some pics from Boss-boy's graduation a year was sunny and warm...
May, 2013

Boss-boy May, 2013

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Dogabrationing of My Barkday Continued...

Yesterday was my barkday/birthday, but I still got more comments, prezzies and messages after growlmy went to her own nest...
So of course I have to write all about it!

And thank woofs to all of my pawsome pals!!

I got a couple more pictures from Droopy and her Momma, and of course that means that Rascal helped, too, Woofs!!

A Birthday Picture from Droopy and Her Furmily

Another one from Droopy, too:

A Second Birthday Picture from Droopy and Her Furmily

They did a nice job!

I got to bark at that truck that comes by each week to steal the junk in the big bin at the curbside...its so noisy, it doesn't even pretend to be stealthful in its deeds...

I had to do some yard-guard duty last night, as the peeps went out to dinner, but even though it was my barkday, I had to stay home...shucks.
Oh well, I got more treats when they got back!

I gotta go now, ore barking work out there....WOOF!