Friday, August 19, 2016

I'm a stinkin' Red Shirt!!!

Affer I camed home frum gettin my toofers yanked out, I wuz doin' good.
'Til Sunnyday when my pawrents noticed a bad place on my lil leggie.
I wuz lickin it an it wuz tormentin me!
Off to the vet place I went on the nex' day. I got poked with a super Long needle so's the vet could see lil bitty microscopic junk she sucked outta me. Purdy much, she dint no whut it wuz. Came home wif sum uther meddy sin to put on the place once a day.
Did that but it wuz still tormentin poor lil me. So Daddy took me back to the vet place Turdsday mornin'.
Vet lady sed it wuz lookin better but I better not be lickin it no more, no more.
Came home with a stinkin Red Shirt. Ralf Lauren even. But still, a stinkin Red Shirt.

If yur family is any kinda Star Trek geek types, yule get why I don't wanna be a Red Shirt!
All the Expendable crewmen wore Red Shirts!! I don't wanna be Expendable!!!
Mommy wuz tawkin to Sissor on the fone, Sissor sed I need me a Yellow Shirt. Yellow shirts wuz in Command! If I gotta wear sumfin, I wanna be a Yellow Shirt in Command!

Graffic warnin:

Here's whut my leg boo-boo-gotta-lick-it-drives-me-crazee thingy looks like.

The brownish part is where it's healin' up. The pink part is where I been lickin' it.

I jus' lay 'round bein pitiful, but I am not expendable!
I can bear lee wawk with the stoopid red shirt.

An' by the ways - I do LUV to read yur comments yu leave on my doggie bloggy thingy.
But commentin' back to yu is tuff fur Mommy tryin to use the smarty pants fone. Trust me, I ain't ignorin' yu!

Grr, I wish we had us sum inner nets. There is one deal called Hughsnet or sumfin
that Maybe we could get us the inner nets. It's not perfect, but Maybe it'd be
better than whut we gots now. I'll bark at Daddy to check it out more.

Friday, August 12, 2016

I'm all right, I'm ok

Flutter, flutter
Gosh pals, it's been furever an' an day since I barked in this here doggy
bloggy thingy! I gotta blame Mommy. We don't gots the inner nets here
at our place in Color Red Oh, it jus' ain't 'vailable. So the pawrents
are net deprived an' gotta use their lil ol' smarty pants fones to get any
kinda world wide webbiness. Or go to the Lie Bear He. Which is whut Mommy
finally did to let my pals no I'm still alive an' kickin. Tryin to tap out wurds on
the smarty pants fone is too hard fur her, an' plus, it don't let me spell wurds the way
they otta be spelled!
 Pals, I am goin' on 11 yeers old. Mommy noticed I wuz slowing down wif my eatin an Daddy noticed I wuz slowin down on our walkies. Plus I had sum stinky breafs.
I went to the vet lady fur a toofer cleanin but affer she started cleanin
she saw there wuz a lot of bad stuff goin on in my cute lil mouf. She had
to yank 11 of my cute toofers! Ack! I got to come home the same day
and I have to take a couple kinds of meddy sins. But I am eatin gud an
feelin perkier now!
Yuck, let's jus say, if I had been brushin my toofers 10 yeers ago, I probly
wouldn't have had the problems. As soon as my mouf feels better, I gotta start
brushin. *sigh*

Things are lookin a bit better round here. Me an Tux had a junky lil yard to do our
bidness in. Rugs, plywood, plastic tiles an "keep outta the mud".
Back an' front new stamped, stained patios! Complete with weeds, no grass!
But finally now we gots sum real deal sod! Instant lawn! Yea!! An' Mommy an' Daddy had So much fun puttin down those 35 pound rolls, Daddy went an' got more to make our backyard a bit bigger! It is good to roll in green grass!
Real grass feels so good to roll! 

Waitin to go in fur a cookie!
 An we have sum bugs to chase an even sum lil froggie guys are out there to chase an maybe even take a taste of. But I do get hollered at to leave the froggies guys alone. Now if Mommy can jus' get sum grass to grow in the rest of the yard area.

We got sum of these big critters now on our farm. These are big cows, Charley, not the lil Dexters yu have in yur family.
They got Real long tongues, coming out to get their treats
This is Saphire an' Chipmonk. They came with those names.

Mommy an' Daddy tamed 'em down with sumfin called "range pellets". That's whut they are gettin in these piccies.
They are nice cows, an' a bull, but I am only 'lowed to bark frum my yard. I ain't 'lowed to get close enuf fur a sniff. There are 3 momma cows an' their 3 lil gurl calfs. Plus Patrick, the bull.

We got these 4 nice chiggens:

They give us these nice eggies:

So see? I am still alive. Mommy jus' needs to get with it an do my doggy bloggy more offen than once a day or year.
I do read yur bloggys thingies. I jus' don't comment much.
I'll try to have Mommy do better. I will bite her! With my toofless mouf!

I will leave yu today with a piccie of the view frum my front porch, it's that Sleepin' Ute Mountain dood.