Packing

My humans are trying to make Arrow and me walk better. Little yanks on the leash. Sometimes my owner mom has to yell, BAAAA! real loud when we don’t listen. I try to make her look silly by going mental when other doggies go by. She has a new name for me when we walk. It’s Jesus Christ Deefor.

Arrow and me are going on vacation. Not our usual weekends with the humans. We are going to the doggie daycare overnight. I am not sure what to pack. I am a little nervous. I’m used to sleeping in bed. Or under it. Do I take my favorite chews? Bones?

We'll be at City Bark Friday, Saturday, and Sunday so maybe you can see us on their web cam. I’ll try to smile and wave at the camera a lot.

Poor Arrow

Poor Arrow. He had poop trouble again. Too much poop. Today he went to the vet. My owner mom saw little things in his poop that looked like worms. The bearded one thought it was just pieces of the carpet that Arrow unravels and snacks on. Arrow got him to hold his bone while he chews. And Arrow doesn’t even give him treats or tell him he’s a good boy. Arrow is the People Whisperer.

The vet gave Arrow needles and medicine. Now he can’t poop at all! He was kind of confused about housebreaking. He thought it meant breaking the house! He is very good at that. He’s better with the medicine. He took off his bandage.

Today Arrow found a little snow.

A last minute roach.

It’s melting where we go on weekends but there’s still snow on the mountains for humans to ride on.

Speaking of humans, the bearded one brought home a doggie bag with chicken and steak. I could smell it on the counter.

It’s meant for us. Why is it on the counter? (Sorry the video is sideways. My humans are not too good at this stuff.)

Help! My Humans Are Taking Control!

Another visit from Bark Busters. This time I didn’t growl and bite Scott when he came to the door. And Arrow didn’t run out the door. He stood up on the back of the couch to get a better view. But he stayed in the house.


It's whips and chains for us now. My owner mom has new instruments of torture. Mine is a harness that pulls from the front. Not too stylish. And for Arrow a little blue collar that’s part chain.

Scott, the Bark Buster guy, showed my mom how to make us both walk a little behind her. She had to do her big dog growl (BAAAA) and snap the leash fast. Very confusing because I didn’t want to walk down the alley but she made me! She usually goes where I want to go!

So it was BAAA, snap, BAAA snap until we just stayed a little behind her. Then she told us how wonderful we are. I admit it. I'm a sucker for compliments. She did it again when I wanted to get a better look at the black dog across the street and growl at him.

Strange. Me, looking at the back of her jeans instead of her watching my cute little tail. Arrow was good too. I think he was scared. Especially when Scott did the stuff. Arrow thinks he's really a giant dog BAAA-ing at him. And tossing chains near his feet! Poor Arrow. When we got home, he hid on the stairs. And I hid in the cage.

Now our homework is practicing walking behind humans outside and never having any fun again in our lives. Please tell me if you know the number for BAAA Busters so I can get my life back.

Make a Wish

This is something I found on Poppy Q’s blog.

The Rules:
1. Think about what it is that you want more than anything, what your heart’s desire and fondest wish is, and what it is that you would wish for if you were to see the above wishing star flame across the night sky.

2. Right click and SAVE the blank graphic below.

3. Use a graphics program of your choice and place your wish on this picture:

4. Post the Make A Wish picture and your wishing star on your blog along with these rules.

5. Tag as many people as you like so that there can be wishing stars all across the Blogosphere and ask them to please link back to Linda so that we can see what wishes others have made and share those wishes with others.

I started thinking about wishes.

Possible wishes:
Magic Box always open
Running around loose outside every day
Eating anything I want even if it’s poop

This was Poppy Q's wish:


I thought of all my furry blogging friends and I changed my wish.

Make your own wish. Let's all share our wishes.

Deefor's Depressed

Today we went to the fenced in doggie park. I met a Yorkie-poo who looked a lot like me. (Poo for poodle not poop) My mom said maybe I was one of those things when I realized that Yorkies are very close relatives to the Austrailian Terriorist I live with. What a depressing thought.

Arrow was racing around like a maniac. I just pretended I didn’t know him. I stayed quiet. Even when that Yorkie-poo wanted to wrestle. Oh no! I like to wrestle with Arrow! Maybe I am part terriorist.

Asta challenged me to do something creative a few weeks ago. I’m more destructive than creative. But it might cheer me up. And make me forget that awful thought.

I tried some painting. The blue tasted pretty good.

Arrow was good at painting till he started to eat the brush.

He likes knitting. He ate the needles so he just uses his paws. I think he's a pretty good knitter but it really upsets my mom.

Weekend Getaway

Went away this weekend so my humans could play in the snow again. First we got ready. I had to make sure to pack all the food. Arrow's the lookout.

I’m lazy in the mornings. They have indoor plumbing and we get up at dawn to pee in the snow.

Breakfast. Arrow waits to lick my bowl.

My owner mom and the bearded leave us for the day. Arrow likes to make sure the table is clean.

They came home and we went for a walkie.

There was an Easter egg hunt in the park and Arrow found half and egg! They made him drop it!

We barked at a coyote and he ran away.

Then we crashed. Life is tiring.

Hair

Before

Hair. I have too much of it. When I first came to Denver, I was a mess. Big knots. My new owners didn’t pinch me and pull my hair out with brushes. No. They took me to a nice groomer and got me a haircut. No wires. No bristles. No pain. They loved me at the grooming place. They said I was an angel.

Now my owner mom always wants to brush me. She tried different brushes. She even cuts my hair with little round scissors—which I allow for a few minutes.

After

I’m not a mean doggie. Not a danger doggie. But whenever someone brushes me, I have to bite them. I can’t help it. For a while Justin lived with us. He would hold me down while my owner mom brushed and tortured me. That’s why I growl at him sometimes when he comes to visit. So he doesn’t get any ideas.

After

Today my mom cut off lots of my hair. I didn’t mind cause she was very gentle about it. Arrow likes to eat my hair. Of course. But I don’t think this haircut is going to win any prizes. She says in a few weeks it looks about the same.

Arrow has a good amount of hair. But he is my opposite in every way. Big ears that stick up. I have normal sized ears that flop down. I have a big feathery tail. His was cut off!! He likes everyone. I’m more particular. I know my name and come when people call me. He—oh well, you get the idea. Arrow likes being brushed!

Fun

Went to the doggie park this week.

Wasn’t too busy and Arrow and me got a chance to run around and get dirty.

My owner mom didn’t run after Arrow. He took off into the woods and sometimes into some wet swampy places.

Maybe she's trying to loose him But he always came back.

We played with some nice doggies at the muddy pond. Some were poodles like the 4XBs. Arrow swam and I just got wet.

I growled a little and my mom took us away. Sorry poodles. I was just nervous being one of the smaller ones.

Most of the time I was good.

Later I went to see my pal Avalanche at her house. As we left, Arrow ran out and we had to chase him around the park. He is lucky. He goes up the ally where the cars go, crosses the street, and runs around in the park where there are roads. A car could hit a black dog in the dark. Maybe he is like a cat with 9 lives. (Loranza, is it true that cats only have 7 lives in Mexico?) When we got him home my mom gave him a big growl and he stayed put.

I had lots of fun playing with Avie. My owners used to babysit for Avalanche. They missed her when she went home, so they got me. Dog knows why they got Arrow. As a toy for me I thought, but he doesn’t like being chewed.