Monday, March 2, 2015

I Can Sue!

A hole bunch o' yu tol' me I should jus Sue my pawrents on account o' becuz they tossed out My OP Zoe loveseat an replaced it with a big Uncomfy leather couch.

Here's me afore:

Alert, always ready to bark them inturders!

Even if it looked like I wuz asleep, I wuz still on duty.
Then one snowy day Mommy an Daddy took off in our red pick-em-up truck. They came back with a long box. That long box became a new leather couch.
An my OP Zoe love seat wented away. *sigh*
Mommy's chair took over the big winnow an the new couch is by the wall. Can't see out very good an asides the thing is not comfy like OP Zoe.
Plus, I don't got nice fuzzy covers to lay on like Chester an Joey Dog do. I got an ol' afghan, it ain't comfy.

Sad lil me.
So I am gonna do like sum o' my pals tol' me to do.
I am gonna Sue my pawrents! I am gonna get my good ol' OP Zoe back frum the dump an this dum brown leather thing can go away!

One problem. When I tol them I wuz gonna sue 'em, Daddy sed he would haul me off to the aminal shelter!

Do yu think he really would do that to me?

Sunday, March 1, 2015

I know, long time no bark

Durn cheep help round here. Can't get the typist to do nuthin fur me on my doggie bloggie thingy.
It has been kinda slow fur barkin round here tho. Things should start pickin up when the farm stuff starts happenin.
And get this! They tossed out My OP Zoe! Shur nuf! Mommy sed it stinked an I wuz lickin all the nap stuff offa it. So they tossed it out an Daddy hauled it to the dump. Wah!
They replaced it with a big ol' leather couch. It's not comfy. It's not soft an squishy an stinky like OP Zoe wuz. An get this! They dint even put it at the big lookout winnow! Whut's the use of even bein on sumfin uncomfyable if I can't hardly see out the winnow. I try to get in Mommy's chair, it's by the big winnow. But she jus' hollers at me to move.
So yu can see why I haven't been barkin much. Nuthin to see, nuthin to bark at.

But on anuther side o' the bone, Mommy axfurly meeted sumone frum the Bloggy-sphere! Shur nuf! Today in Poky Tell O at the Costco store, Mommy sawed the Idaho Pug Ranch pawrents. She ree-cog-nized their Mommy an Daddy frum piccies frum their bloggy. She even kinda stalked them on the parkin lot while they wuz loadin up their goodies. Mommy is kinda shy but she musturded up her courage an went ofur to them an axfurly Talked to them. They are nice peepoles. An they have a lil stuffed pug in the back winnow o' their car!
They are the furst ever of My vurtual pals she's efur meeted!

I'll try to bark more. Nefur fear, I Do read yur bloggy entries an sumtimes even leave comments.

Come on Spring!

Sunday, February 8, 2015

We are the FBI

My folks watch sum T & V shows where the peepoles wear hats, jackets an t-shurts with those FBI letters on 'em. Now those FBI peepoles take care o' the bad guys. They kinda do the mop up wurk of cuffin an haulin off the bad guys. There's sum uther peepoles that are FBI but don't wear the hats an stuff. They are furst on the scene. They are the ones who "take down" the bad guys. There's usually gun fire an runnin an hollerin when they do that.

That's the way it is round My place. We don't wear no stinkin hats an jackets. We are like the furst on the scene. We take care of the bad guys with no gun fire but with plenty o' hollerin (barkin).
We are the FBI.

Fiercely Barkin at Inturders.

Lemme give yu a xample.

It wuz dark o'clock when we went out the uther mornin. But Me an my sidekick Tux knew They wuz out there. Jus on the uther side o' My back yard fence. In My rocky, weedy place.
Those durn deers. Yep. Stompin round, gettin their teeny tiny lil hoofies muddy. Droppin their lil deer poopies all ofur.
Me an Tux ran to the back yard fence an BARKED 'em outta our place. Ofur the fence they jus bout flew.
An there wuz a Great Horned owl on our 'lectrical post. It wuz probly huntin lil mousies an gophers. It swooped away when we started our Barkin. We barked it to the trees in the river bottom. Then it started it's hootin. 

It's been purdy quiet round My place. But those bad guys are always out there. Sumwheres. Lurkin.
But the FBI will get 'em sooner or later.
Yur welcome.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Flash Back Friday

'Member me way back when? Fuzzy, cute. 'Bout a couple days ago.

Cute an fuzzy

No more fuzzy. Got hauled off to the groomer/torture place this morning.

'Bout nekkid now

Now I'm all tired out. Need to rest. It's stressful at the g/t place.
Don't bother me with piccies

But Mommy did like my dambana.
I've still got it on!

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Have yu herd?

These ain't good piccies. It wuz foggy, they wuz out there in the field. An I ain't braggin bout all the deer neighbors I got, but there is a bunch o' them. They usually mosey by (not past or passed) my place all strung out, not in a good Herd.

See 'em? They are real dark brown this time o' year, even with good lite.

They go 'round my place in the day an head back to the river bottom in the evening
I always bark 'em real good, this time I wuz inside so's they wudn't take off so fast.
Come on ofur an we can bark 'em up real good!

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Oh Charlie! Flutter, flutter

These is fur my pal Charlie. He's got sum kinda hankerin fur my eyes.

Here yu go.

I hope yu enjoyed those. I'm gettin awful fuzzy an I think I'll be headin to the groomer/torture place soon.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Cats an Coyotes

Why duz that sound like sum kinda rock an roll band or sumfin? I dunno. It's whut I been barkin at lately.
Lemme tell yu bout it.

The uther nite, Me an Daddy wuz outside. It wuz dark. That's why there ain't no piccies. But I heard it an saw it.
A cat. Snoopin round out front where it don't 'sposed to be. Not one of our cats either. Our cats wuz safe tucked in the house or garage. This wuz a stray cat or maybe feral cat. Whutever it wuz, I barked it real good an it took off runnin.
Goodby cat!

An then a couple o' times I've seen a coyote runnin in the field cross frum my place. I send up the Red Alert bark alarm. Mommy lets us go outside an we keep barkin that critter while it runs passed (or is that past, yu know I like to use the rite gramma) my place an it's long gone.
Goodby coyote!
It all happens so fast, no piccies get taked.

Here's hopin yu have sumfin good to bark at today!