Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Here's a bit of trivia I found when researching this movie. After Nick (William Powell) gets off a merry-go-round, there is a close-up of Asta also jumping off the merry-go-round. If you look closely, you can see the straps and fishing line attached to Asta's legs. They used it to make him walk like he was dizzy from going in circles. There's also a scene where you can see a reflection of someone giving Asta his cues.
Yeah, as if Asta needed any help acting. He was a talented pup, and except for that little mishap where he nipped Myrna Loy for bothering him, a true professional in his movie career.
So when the ice and snow blows in later tonight, we're going to be curled up with some popcorn and fudge and watching my favorite film star in action. We hope all of you have a wonderful holiday season, too!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
We've had some foul weather with ice here, and our house has been without electricity for two days. Last night we all went to Mom's office and slept there. That's the thing about being a boss, you can make yourself at home if you want to. We all dog-piled on the floor, and this morning the place looked like a squatter's camp with bedrolls and clothes thrown all around. What a mess. The Family is beginning to feel a big doggy themselves, so it may be a hotel tonight. I didn't mind at all, as dogs can sleep just about anywhere, but apparently humans get up a wee bit grumpy in the morning without their ususal routine.
We're getting excited about Christmas. College Kid came home last weekend and put up a tree with all kinds of decorations and lights flashing. Now the bottom is blocked with boxes and bows so we can't sniff as close as we want to. This is good for Cap, as he gets a bit confused about trees being in the house and just what we're supposed to do about it. Silly old dog.
With all the news about the Montreal WFTs and their horrible situation, and pray that this will be resolved quickly. No dog deserves to suffer like those poor pups, and we have a special place in our hearts for all terriers. Even though we are camping out at the moment, we feel very lucky indeed. We're clean, groomed, well-fed and most of all, loved by The Family. That's the best Christmas a dog could have.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
A lot of people are surprised to find that pets can grieve the loss of a family member, too. Maybe not in the same way as people, because we don't understand the big picture like our humans, but we do feel a loss. We miss our usual routine, the presence of that special someone, and we pick up on the emotions of others around us.
Dogs are wonderful for giving comfort, but we also need comfort ourselves. We need the reassurance that we are still loved, and that things will get better with time. I guess dogs and people aren't all that different, after all, huh?
Give someone a hug today. You never know...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
We would like to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving here and abroad, or as My Boy says, a Happy Turkey Day!
This national holiday got the three of us thinking about the things we are thankful for. We have quite a bit to be thankful about. My happy thoughts for today are:
1. I love My Boy, who keeps me entertained and loves me bunches.
2. The game called Tug-of-War. I'd like to meet the genius who invented this game. I could play it forever.
3. Green grass. I eat it, roll in it, dig it up and spread it around.
4. That chickens feathers grow back.
5. Car rides with the windows rolled down.
Cap's list is a little redundant. It goes like this:
2. A full dinner bowl.
4. Back scratches.
5. And (here's a surprise), squeakies.
Glynn isn't very materialistic. Her lists only has two things, a forever home and Me. It doesn't take much to keep her content. A nice game of chase around the yard will put a smile on her face the rest of the day.
I think one thing we're all thankful for is that we have each other. Where else would three terriers get along as well as we do with nary a spat? I think we were made for each other.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Monday, November 12, 2007
So here's a big thank you for the men and women who have served our country. We're very proud to be able to pay tribute to you on Veteran's Day!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
I needed a little help opening the package (I'm a bit fumble-fingered at things like that, I usually tear in with my teeth). Inside were some gorgeous Forever Foxed cards. Since I have to live with a collector of all things foxy and wiry, there was much to-do over how lovely they were.
Straight away, we framed them and set them around the house. Since they're under glass, it's a bit harder to pick up Jackson's scent but I still know they're from him. My favorite is the artwork of my buddy sitting on the lounge. You know, if I squint a little, it sorta looks like me!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
We met some new friends in the barn. These are My Kids' new show pigs. They are a couple of sweet girls but they don't have names yet. My Kids like to have cute names for the pigs for good luck. We've had a Tammy Swynette, Marilyn Monroe and Norma Jean. We even had one named Honeybuns. The mama of this litter is called Hamlet. Any suggestions?
After exchanging sniffs from the pigs (they sniff surprisingly rough for babies), we headed back to the house for naps. Exploring is hard work and we never quite get it all done. It's best to leave some for tomorrow.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Cap will guard that squeaky for the next two days like it is a treasured possession. It will take him that long to kill it and get the squeaky out, since the old boy doesn't have many teeth left, but he'll get it field-dressed in the end. After that, he loses interest in the hides, so they get tossed.
I hope the rest of you are enjoying this beautiful fall weather. It's our favorite time of year!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Now I'd like to pass this award on to another terrier who deserves the best of everything. Summer has just found her forever home, so that's truly a reason to celebrate. Here's to you, Summer!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Gorgeous as they are, they're not much for making friends with us farm dogs. And boy, can they ever run fast! The first time I tried to buddy up to one, it disappeared over the ridge before I could say BOO. Still, when I think of all the critters around these parts, I like their quiet nature best. Sometimes, if I'm not paying attention, I don't even know they've slipped in for a visit until I find their tracks later.
I hope to see more deer in the next few weeks. They are eating all the acorns they can find around here this fall, putting on weight for the winter months. I wonder if Purina makes a deer chow?
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Nary a picture of the kids in sight, but fox terriers everywhere -- hanging on the wall, sitting on her 'puter, and dangling from her ears (actually, they are sillouette Airedale earrings but she passes them off as wires, don't let her know I told her secret). Hey, I don't see anything wrong with collecting what you love, and we all know she loves ME best!
So you can imagine Mom's excitement when she was browsing through a gift shop and came across a figurine of two little terriers peeking over a wall. Do these faces look familiar?
She wasn't sure they really were wires until she turned it around. Both dogs had little black saddles on their backs!
So off these little guys went to work so they can welcome customers into the office. I guess you can say Mom is totally hooked on foxy terriers, they're just everywhere you look around the room. Mom says they're better than a velvet Elvis (who she likes, by the way, but not THAT much!).
Thursday, October 4, 2007
As I was pondering this new word, I think Mom must have been reading over my shoulder (as she is prone to do at times). I heard her say, "Hmmm..." The next thing I knew, she had reached over and started scratching my back and rumpus. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! What heavenly form of patting was this? It felt wonderful, especially to a pup who has had a few itchies he couldn't reach now and then. I stretched my neck, wagged my tail and made a goofy face.
Cap jumped up and trotted over to see what he was missing. He's a bit nosey sometimes. Mom said, "You want a scritchie, too?" He had much the same reaction as I did. There we stood, grinning like a couple of goobers while The Family laughed at us.
Then it was Glynn's turn. As I may have mentioned, Glynn is a bit of a shrinking violet when it comes to people. She's just not used to cuddles. So when Mom gave her a back rub and butt scritchie, my little sis just about went into shock. She didn't know what to think of all this attention but she took it rather well except for the bug-eyed look on her face.
It's been several days now, and scritchies have become part of our routine. We are becoming absolutely spoiled to this new way of pampering pooches. It sure beats twisting ourselves into a pretzel to reach an itch, and everyone thinks we're funny when we get those silly smiles on our faces.
Today, as Cap and I swung our broadsides around for Mom to reach, we were surprised when Glynn walked up and quietly stood there, too. Quite a milestone for her. Brought a tear to my eye, seeing her pluck up the courage to join the group.
Way to go, little sis!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Cap would be a old classic -- the 1909 Model T Ford itself (putt-putt). Antique, very sturdy and reliable, but he doesn't accelerate or brake quickly. Kinda explains the occasional body-slam he does when he's bouncing around.
And then there's me. I'd have to be something unique, eye-catching and smart, like a DeLorean! Yep, they just don't make 'em like me anymore, that's for sure!
This has been a fun exercise. If you haven't been tagged yet for The Car Game, consider yourself tagged by me and jump right in. What kind of car are you?~ Tell
Monday, September 17, 2007
Mom likes to keep a flock of laying hens around, mainly for the eggs but also for pest control. They eat bugs, you know. Our last rooster was appropriately named The Big Bad. We don't know what kind of rooster he was, just came with the other chicks. Maybe The Big Bad's foul mood was because he was originally supposed to be a hen. Anyway, he became quite a menace with his stalking and flogging. There's nothing more startling to a dog minding his own business than to suddenly be whapped in the hineybowl by a flurry of feathers.
Sometime last year, The Big Bad disappeared right off the farm. I suspect a chicken hawk, but no one knows for sure. For awhile, we had no crowing in the morning, no sneak attacks upon my nether regions, no archnemesis for me to keep track of. All was peace and quiet.
Then Mom brought home another rooster. This one is a young one, not quite in his prime yet, but I can already see the little wheels turning in his head. He keeps a beady eye on me and the other two dogs, glaring and plotting. He sounds the alarm if we get too close to his girls. He wakes me up at five in the morning. Ugh!
So, as I said, it had to be done. Oh, Ozzie the rooster could have prevented the whole thing by staying in the chicken pen where he belongs. But no, he has to fly over the fence every day and enter MY domain, teasing me with his long, gorgeous, flowing feather duster of a tail, so...
All Mom found was a pile of feathers. That, and a very disgruntled Ozzie sporting a bare bottom.
That's ol' Ozwinkle on the left. See, now his tail is even shorter than the hens (hee hee).
I hope Ozzie remembers this little lesson, and doesn't pick up the same bad habits as The Big Bad once showed. Dogs are to be respected, not used as sparing partners. After all, those spurs could poke someone's eye out.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Now My Girl's black belt matches my black collar. Mom says between the dogs and kids, we should have the safest walkies ever. No one's going to bother us! Grrr!
Wishing everyone a safe Labor Day weekend!
Monday, August 27, 2007
T -- Terrific
E -- Engergetic
L -- Lovable
L -- Double Lovable (hee hee)
Now I'll try Glynna's middle name...L -- Lucky
U -- Unique
C -- Cute
I -- Irresitable
L -- Lady-Like
L -- Luscious
E -- Easy-Going
Cap won't tell me what his middle name is. Since he usually doesn't get into as much trouble as me, Mom doesn't call him by his middle name, either. Some days I think she's going to wear mine out, though.
Now I'm tagging four other dogs: Scruffy, Lacie, Mackie and Luna! Have fun!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The more he moved around, the more fascinating the smells became. He seemed to make himself right at home like he lives here (which he doesn't). He even put a sheet and things on the dining table and lit some candles. That's kind of a no-no in our house. We weren't sure what to do about that, since Mom and Dad and The Kids were all gone. Glynn said we should hide, but Cap said we should just watched him real close. I tried to win him over with my charm, but he wasn't paying much attention to us.
Pretty soon Mom and Dad came home from work. Aha, I thought, now they'll catch this guy in the act of whatever he was doing! This is something I want to see!
But it turned out that The Intruder was welcome in our home after all. Dad had set the whole thing up as a surprise to Mom for their anniversary. The stranger was a gourmet chef and had fixed a candlelight dinner for them. There was salad, red snapper, steamed rice and vegetables, hot bread with REAL butter, and pinoche with raspberries. No wonder our beards were drooly!
Mom was so surprised, she didn't know what to say. She was stunned, and as our Australian friends would have put it, gob-smacked. She told her friends later that it was fun, fun, fun!
Now, if we can just find someone to spice up our doggy dishes the same way...maybe some parsley, and a little twist of lemon on the side...
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
HAVE YOU A DOG IN HEAVEN?
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord? And do you pat its head?
Does he sit up and beg each night before he goes to bed?
Does he look up with shining eyes when he sees Your smilling face?
Does he wag his stubby little tail when he wants to run a race?
Have You a dog in Heaven, Lord? Is there room for just one more?
Cause my little dog died today; he'll be waiting at Your door.
Please take him into Heaven, Lord. And keep him there for me,
Just feed him, pet him, love him, Lord,
That's all he'll ask of Thee.
by Jean McColgan
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
I also got a cool bandana when we finished, because I'd been good and sat still on the table. And, of course, a doggy biscuit. I know where he hides the treats so I went to the desk and sat pretty until they gave me one.
I made some friends in the waiting room. There was Maggie the Beagle, Chingy the Pekingese, and then there was Leah. I had a hard time figuring out just what she was, until her owner called her a Labradoodle. Huh? Anyway, she was pretty and friendly and I made puppy-dog eyes at her. I think she liked me back.
Then it was time to leave. I told Mom to hurry and load up! I love riding shotgun.
We took the long way home because riding in the pickup is my most favorite thing in the whole world. I got so excited that I drooled in someone's purse (sorry Mom).
All in all, it was a great day. I think Glynn missed me, she got real excited to see me come home. Cap said he didn't much care one way or another, just as long as we let him snooze.
Have a great weekend, friends!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Thanks to all my terrier friends for the encouragement. I'm a bit slow at this blogging thing, but I've had loads of emails offering support and advice. Wow, I can't go wrong with this much help (we hope!).
The thunderstorms this week have made the ground soggy, just right for digging. My Boy is waiting for things to dry out so he can mow the lawn. I try to stay out of the way when that happens. How can one small boy make so much noise? At least I know it won't happen today. The thunder is rolling outside and getting closer as I type. Good day to stay indoors with Mom.
Friday, June 15, 2007
I'm thrilled (and humbled) that My Boy wrote a poem about me for a school assignment. It's been published in a hard cover book, too! Here it is:
He has little black polk-a-dots,
He chases squirrels and barks at rocks.
He is my dog.
I love him lots.
My silly little dog with spots.
He describes me pretty good, too, except for the silly part. Who's silly? Anyway, Mom bought a copy so we can all read it together. I like hearing my name.