Why is a Tree in the House??

I hope you all had a wonderful Turkey Day! I did! I played and played and played with Rebel and got to have a lot of "quality" time with mom and dad. It was awesome!

One thing is bothering me though...on Saturday mom and dad did something weird. They put a tree in our house. What the crap? And I'm not allowed to touch it! Double crap! Oh, and to add insult to injury, the kitties hide under it and mock me, but when I go to chew...err....kiss them mom and dad yell "get AWAY from the tree!"

Well, you put the stupid tree in the house! So whose fault is that?!? HMMMMMM??

I think I can handle the kitties, as long as no squirrels think they can stay there. I mean, mom and dad are just inviting the tree rats to come into our house. What are they thinking?!?! I supervised the whole process, to make sure they didn't hide a squirrel or anything.

No squirrels under here....

But seriously, what the crap mom?

Simon and I took a power nap after all the tree supervising. He's my favorite kitty. He doesn't swat at me and let's me put his head in my mouth with minimal fuss.

Here we are, watching and guarding the tree from squirrels. Acting like we're asleep is part of our stra-tee-ger-ee.

So, the tree is there. And mom keeps telling me to behave because "Santa is watching me". Who the crap is Santa?!?! I'm going to have to do some recon on this guy and find out why he's watching me...creepy!

Happy Gobble Gobble

It's here! Thanksgiving! Wait, what is that?

Mom said it's the time of year when we give thanks for all the blessings in our lives. The people, the events, everything we're thankful for. It's also a time of seeing family and eating waaaay too much. Yessssss!

So after my initial excitement of being told we're going to Granny and Pawpaw's and I get to see Rebel, I started thinking. What am I thankful for? So I made a list:

1. Mom and dad. for taking care of me and spoiling me rotten. They're the best parent peoples in the world!

2. Duncan. My big brother who lets me herd him and chew on him.

3. The kitties. sigh, yes, even the kitties.

4. My toys. Yep. I'm petty. I love all my toys and squeakers!

5. All my bloggy friends. I love reading about your lives.

6. My pit.

And much much more. I know there are so many poor puppies and kitties out there that don't have a home. And while we can't take them all in (mom would, but dad said he'd D-Vorce her), we can offer support. Be it through donating to the ASPCA or your local shelter, donating time to a rescue or transport or any other way you think you can help.

Remember to stay happy and healthy this Gobble Day. Give your peoples an extra kiss and enjoy your time with them. I'll be off the blog for most of the week since we'll be traveling, chewing on turkey necks and seeing family peoples and stuff.

So with a warm fuzzy heart, I wish the best to you and yours!

Hiking Trip? FAIL!

It's been a while since mom and I have gone out...the leaves are turning, it's nice and cool, let's go for a hike like Shawnee and her mom! What could go wrong?

Well, mom got on the puter and looked up for somewhere for us to go. She wanted to go hiking and there's not a lot of hiking close by--but then she discovered Wegofka--the state's best hidden treasure state park. Should have been clue number ONE that this would be bad...the words "best" and "hidden" together are NOT good.

So we load up, with some very simple directions for about a 45 min drive. It starts off easy, a right here, a right there and then it goes downhill. We can't find the road the park is off of. We drive all the way through waaaaay past where it should be for like an extra hour. We're on some scary county road, mom is getting frustrated and the road is really bumpy and curvy. Clue number TWO that this won't be a good trip--I toss my cookies.

The road was so curvy and bumpy so I puked in the back of the SUV. There was no where for mom to pull off cause of the county-roadness so I gave her "EWWW MOM! There's PUKE back here!" look in the rearview mirror. Finally we find a place to pull over and let me tell you, when I toss cookies, I toss cookies. All that morning's breakfast of turkey heart, egg and tripe, yeah it was good at the time, not so much now.

Mom gets most of it out and puts me in the backseat. By now she's muttering something like "damn it, I'm not having dog puke in my car and NOT finding this damn place!"

Finally, with help of her phone we find what we think is the road. It's a dirt road. And it goes up a mountain. So here we go! Then mom notices these signs...hmm...not very state park like and what I consider clue number THREE this isn't going to be a fun hike:



But we keep going, make it to the top of the mountain, see the tower thing that's supposed to give you great views and it has a big "No Trespassing" sign. Mom says screw it. I don't argue, we go up. We then see peoples and trucks and stuff up there...mom fearing a "The Hills Have Eyes" incident says let's go back down. But while there, we did get some great pics!

We did a little "rock climbing"

Posin' on a rock! It's just like Lion King!

I smelled lots of deer poop...here I am looking for deers

This is the tower thingy...we ran from it

Did get some great views though!!

When we got home, mom looked it up and that tower thing was in the state park, so we did make it. Mom said we're never going back though. We'll get some real hiking and trails in during Feb. when we go to North George-Ah for vacation. Sweet!

Where the Wild Things Are

There have been some strange things in our backyard lately. Suprisingly, little or no squirrel activity (scary...) but other weird creatures...like this one:

It was some sort of "cat-a-pillar". It was long and black and fuzzy (much like Simon's tail). It was by my waterbowl outside.

Mom told me to stay away from it (that's me, giving it stink eye it in the background) since it looked kinda scary. The whole black spines and red rings seemed bad. So after Mr. Cat-a-pillar's photoshoot mom tossed him into the neighbor's yard (Merry Christmas neighbors!)

She looked it up and found out that this cat-a-pillar isn't dangerous, he just puts on a big show. And he turns into some sort of leopard moth like this:

We've never seen this type of moth at the house, but since mom has chunked two of these cat-a-pillars into the neighbor's yard, maybe we will in the spring. That or our neighbor will be engulfed in giant leopard moths courtesy of mom.

Onto the other critter I found! Mom let us out at to do our potty business the other night and I scampered off to pee and also patrol the yard for possible squirrel infestation. I found something, the BIGGEST squirrel I've ever seen in my whole life. I thought I hit the motherload!

I barked at it and chased it up the tree. Mom heard the commotion and went inside to get a flashlight. She then got me inside so she could look (I guess me trying to climb the tree was a weee bit distracting...whatever).

Mom said what she found wasn't a giant squirrel but this:

I treed a raccoon!! Wait, what the crap is a raccoon? Mom said raccoons are night critters that are pretty smart and scavenge for food. Thank GOD I hid my nasty bully stick in my pit! But she said they can be mean, so I need to be careful. Pfft. Whatever. I ain't scared of no raccoon! (I'm rolling my eyes right now...just to let you know)

I had to stay in the house for an hour so Mr. Coon could leave. Went back out and sure nuff, he'd climbed down the tree and escaped out the fence. So after I got done tracking his escape, I went back to the tree and pooped under that. Take that woodland critters! Stay out of my yard!!

Timemachine Thursday: the Address

Today I’m going back to the time machine and back to black and white…seems today in 1863 was a very important day for the mailman. The day of the Gettysburg Address.

After looking for HOURS for a mailman to show me the way to Gettysburg (you think it would be easy, since it’s all about the address. Sheesh.) I finally found a big group of peoples.

I snuck up on stage and had the honor of guarding Mr. Lincoln’s hat. He was the head people, or the 16th pezident of America.

The speech was actually to commemorate a cemetery that had to be built for all the war peoples who died during the battle of Gettysburg. Apparently, Gettysburg already had an address but this was a speech to the peoples.

Apparently, two groups of peoples got into it. So, one group of peoples packed up their toys and headed home. The other group didn’t like this, so the Civil War started. Gettysburg was one of the biggest battles with like 50,000 peoples dying. Humph, sometimes peoples are sooooo stupid!

The speech Mr. Lincoln did was very moving and important. He said:

“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”

I don’t think he was talking about football scores, but I have no idea. What’s important is the “all men created equal” part. And while I’m sure he didn’t mean to leave out puppies (cause we’re equal too), I think its something all peoples should remember. Do be haters yo!

My 100th Post! Holy crap!

Well this is my 100th post! Isn't that cool? I didn't have anything special planned--I should have thought this out, but it's Monday and it's hard enough to think with mom hitting snooze like five times. Finally I just go lick her face and that makes her get up. Why does she bother with an alarm? Seriously??

Anyway, so since I don't have anything too special, I'll go over some more weekend activities.

After raking and stuff on Saturday, mom decided I needed to get some pretty photos made with the fall leaves that haven't fallen yet. Cause they're pretty....like me!

This is the tree in our front yard (notice the giant pile of leaves and crap in the background!)

Then we went for a nice fall walk. Cause mom said she needs to lose some weight and her butt is too big. So off we went. But we stopped when we saw these pretty trees!


These are called "popcorn" trees, although I'm pretty sure that not their scientific name. They're not native to Alabama, they're actually oriental or something. A lot of people hate them, but mom thinks they're pretty, especially in fall. We have two big ones in our yard but they haven't turned yet.

Did someone say popcorn? I see no stinkin' popcorn!

Come on mom, let's keep walkin! That butt isn't going to work itself!

So we made it to the school track that's in our 'hood. It's nice and quiet, but for some reason people left some weird stuff out there...

What's that??

It looks like a giant ice cream cone! But alas, no ice cream. :(

A flippin' golf club?!?! Seriously?!?!

Mom and I got a good 1.5 mile walk in and mom even attempted at running...okay jogging. She did pretty good! But I'm way faster. I just kinda trotted so she wouldn't feel so bad. All in all it wasa great weekend! How was yours?

Fall Work

So, mom and dad finally decided to do something...other than paint. They've been painting the outside of the house EVERY weekend for the past month! Geez! I supervise, of course, but it doesn't make for great photos.

Today, mom fnished most of her painting and decided to rake up some leaves and pine straw and stuff from the front yard...I decided to supervise out there too! Pinestraw is FUN to jump in!

Hmm...lets see if this pile passes inspektion!!!

So far, so good. Very comfy to lay in, check!

Wait, what's this?? A stick?? I'll have to dock you for that!

Uh oh, what's that?!?!

Ack! My nemisis the RAKE! Must attack!

Whew, now that's over, I'm going to do some thinking.....

and my best Khyra impersonation!

Timemachine Thursday

I don't have a lot of pictures or fun stories right no, mom and dad are being BORE-ING! Boo mom and dad! So I decided in my spare time to put together some misc-u-lanious parts of my toys, treats, bullysticks and came up with a time machine! Seriously, get out, I know!

This machine let's me go back and document interesting peoples events until mom and dad get off their arse and do something!

Apparently today in 1954 Ellis Island closed.

What's the big deal with this island? It has no palm trees, no cabana boys with bones. I don't get it. Let's look closer.

Yep, no palm trees, not even sand. Just dirt. But this "island" or dirt in the water as I like to call it, was the way most peoples came to live in America. Apparently it was like the vets office. Peoples came in, got checked out, got some paperwork then went to their new home in America.

But there were a lot of lines...at first I thought maybe I had transported myself to the Michael Jackson funeral, but no, I'm in black and white so that's not right. Maybe they wanted to play a giant game of Red Rover!!

So why were these peoples standing in long lines? Being poked and prodded by the island people vets? Then some of them told me it was because where they came from, they weren't as "free" as Americans are. That people and puppies are mistreated and can't "reach for the stars" or get as many stuffies and bully sticks as they can dream about. That America was everyone's dream, where you could do and become anything.

They said the green lady (or light gray in my case) in the water was a symbol of that. I guess we are all lucky to live in this place, where our peoples and mommy and daddy's take care of us. Where we are free to have doggy blogs and squeakers and everything we need.

As I came back to the future (and in color, thank GOD! Grayscale is not very flattering) I realized that this dirt island was very important. It let some 12 MILLION peoples into America. Way to go dirt island! So I will defend America from squirrels and tools, cause I like freedom of life, liberty and toys!

I haz award!

I got an award! Since I'm near my 100th post, I thought this was quite fun! Thank you Brian the Old People at Oldman's Inspirational Thoughts!

Now, with this award I have to answer some questions...that's okay, I think they're fun questions so here we go! I think most of these questions are for peoples, but puppies can answer too! The catch is I can only use one word for each answer.

1. Where is your cell phone? eaten

2. Your hair? shiney!

3. Your mother? AWESOME!

4. Your father? Playmate

5. Your favorite food? CHIKEN!

6. Your dream last night? Running

7. Your favorite drink? birdbath

8. Your dream/goal? bones

9. What room are you in? familyroom

10. Your hobby? diggin'

11. Your fear? GIANTMUTANTSQUIRRELS (it's one word...)

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home

13. Where were you last night? couch

14. Something that you aren't? squirrel

15. Muffins? Yum!

16. Wish list item? Noms!

17. Where did you grow up? Alabama

18. Last thing you did? poop

19. What are you wearing? collar

20. Your TV? AnimalPlanet

21. Your pets? Peoples

22. Friends? Lots

23. Your life? Pawesome

24. Your mood? playful

25. Missing someone? Mom

26. Vehicle? SantaFe

27. Something you're not wearing? Pants

28. Your favorite store? Petco

29. Your favorite color? Pink

30. When was the last time you laughed? morning

31. Last time you cried? never

32. Your best friend? Duncan!

33. One place that I go to over and over? Outside

34. One person who emails me regularly? ?

35. Favorite place to eat? livingroom

If you want to play, jump on in! It's pretty fun...Thanks Brian for the fun!

And I'm sorry I have no photos of Stuffie Massacure 2009. It was just too gruesome and mom was tired. Boo mom!

Oh and I'm supposed to pass this on to six friends, but anyone who wants to play can play!

Stuffie Massacure 2009

It's all over. Whew. I'm exauhsted! Rebel has left the building!

I had a lot and I mean A LOT of fun playing with my cousin, but man, am I tired! Granny and Pawpaw came and picked him up yesterday and I just crashed!

When I awoke, I noticed my toybasket was lower, A LOT lower...hmm...where were all my toys? That's when I remembered, Rebel and I...ummm...well, we played a "little" rough with some of my stuffies...like a "little" rough as in there was stuffing everywhere and the floor looked like a giant cloud...like it was crying stuffing!

I didn't notice it at the time...I was high on the smell that only polyester stuffie stuffing can give you. But now that the fluffy inards have settled and my playmate is gone, I realize, there were mass casualty stuffie losses.

This post is in honor of: Spider, Deer, Christmas Bobo, Elephant, red Bawk Bawk and Tug Truck.

Yes, we killed six toys.

I feel so ashamed.

Mom packed them in a garbage bag and slowly picked up the remains...a spider leg here, a santa hat there, a few squeakers thrown around and more white stuffie inards that you can shake a stick at, and put them in the bag as well. All the time mumbling about the "massacre" that I was a part of.

A moment of silence for my stuffies.....

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Okay, well mom said she'll have to buy me NEW stuffies! Yay! I get to go shopping! New toys! I think I'm over the Stuffie Massacure of 2009!

Craft Time or Da Man?

I think the lack of sunlight in the evenings has made mom a little whacky! She stuck my paw in...dough?

Mom decided to make some paw-print ornaments and you guessed it, it was our paws for the prints. It was really easy...mom mixed 2 cups all purpose flour, 1 cup salt and 1 cup water together.

Then she floured (not with flowers but with flour) a plate, smoothed some dough out then chased us around the house to stick our feet in it!!! Rebel was easy, she just picked him up and stuck his foot in it. Duncan just laid there and took it like a man....even Simon got one done (okay he was asleep and I don't think he even knew that mom had his foot)

I had no intentions on going down so easily. I've seen CSI and shows like that...once they get your prints on file they got ya for life!! It's all part of the plan of "da man!" Not that I'm a serial killer or anything, but I don't want that paw print popping up in some court case if I'm ever framed for de-stuffing an stuffed animal or digging a hole or whatever. Things I would NEVER do.... (whistle whistle)....

I ran from mom...around the kitchen table a few times. Then one time she got me, but I pulled away, sending dough and flour everywhere. Take that mom! But mom outsmarted me...she re-did the dough and then got out my leash...I can't believe I fell for the whole "going for a walk" crap...one on the leash I was trapped! Damn it!

I finally gave in and made my mark. I really hope this doesn't come back to haunt me...that da man' don't try to hold me down by framing me with my paw print!

Then mom baked the paw prints in the oven at 200 degrees for an hour or so, then left them out to dry completely. She said she's going to paint them then varnish them and sand down the edges...I guess they're cute, and Rebel is going to give his to his mom and dad (Granny and PawPaw) for Christmas. Even though they are incriminating, they are kinda cute!

Top left is Duncan and top right is Simon. Bottom left is me and bottom right is Rebel!

Just Playing Pictures

Not much going on here...mom, dad and all of us are trying to adjust to the loss of our hour still. Mom woke up early (but really, it wasn't if we were on OLD time...so bloody confusing!) this morning and her sleep schedule is still off. :(

I do have some photos of Rebel and I playing. We've been playing a lot. Which means I CRASH at night. Mom and dad are wondering what I'm going to do when he leaves, but I think he'll never leave! He's been here this long, right!

Run run run!!

Preparing for my attack!

Gratuitus Booty shot

Rebel looking fur-o-cious!

On Squirrel Watch!

The Mystery of the Missing Hour

What a great weekend! We had our Tongue-tacular winner, I played with Rebel and Auburn won the football game versus the Ole Miss Rebels (no relation to my cousin Rebel).

But then something freaky happened...time went...umm...backwards?

Mom said it was due to some bull-larky called "daylight savings time." Apparently mom and all peoples set their clocks BACK an hour. I still don't know why the crap they did this, but it's caused some horrible consequences...

1. We ate dinner an HOUR later than normal...but mom said it wasn't dinner time yet but it really WAS dinner time, but it wasn't. I'm so confused. And hungry.

2. Simon is pissed. Simon gets fed a little can of kitty food each morning when mom wakes up. But when mom didn't wake up on time this morning he howled like a banshee making mom get up. After she got up she threw him in the laundry room with no canned food...mumbling something about that #%&!#! timechange and how the kitties have to learn the new feeding time. Simon finally got fed when she woke up an hour later, but he was still pretty ticked off.

So, I've decided to put on my Sherlick Holmes hat and try to find out where this hour went so everyone would be happy. I looked everywhere...in my toybasket, in the yard, behind the couch, everywhere. Nada, zip, zilch.

Then I remembered yesterday I saw a squirrel run up my tree, and I got to thinking how the squirrels stole my nuclear monkey arm...could the fuzzy bastards also steal time?!? Is this part of their stra-tee-gery in the great mutant squirrel war?! I'm going to have to keep looking!