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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

What Celebrity and I?

After reading about Gus and his likeness to Al Gore, I had to check out Dogster's Celebrity Quiz and see what famous person I most closely resemble. Sean Connery? James Dean? Hugh Jackman? At first I was shocked to see the answer. Then after I thought about it, yeah, there's a lot of Johnny Knoxville in me! Here's what it had to say...



What celebrity would your pet be? I'm Johnny Knoxville! Find out at Dogster.com

The kind of pet that can leap tall fences in a single bound (or not, but give it a shot anyhow), William Tell is the original jack%$#, Johnny Knoxville!

Going through the pain so you don't have to, William Tell knows that he trots a fine line between funny and stupid, but he doesn't care -- he's laughing about it all the way to the pet store. His over-the-top antics make you grimace with fear and you often find it hard to believe that he actually enjoys playing the class clown. But William Tell laps it up and continues to defy the odds, despite your warnings and concerns. Other males in the pack tend to be a little jealous of William Tell, but the females find him simply dreamy. A die-hard good ol' boy, William Tell is more of a General Lee type than a Knight Rider, but give him enough time to think things through and he's sure to find a way to wreck both vehicles at the same time.

I always knew I had some star quality in me!
~Tell

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I Was a Bad Dog Today

It seems that I've done it again, and I'm being kept on a pretty short leash these days. Who knew cats didn't like to play tug-of-war? I never got that memo. Can't even blame this one on Cap, he was getting a bath at the time.

Detailing the rooster was one thing, but I got a finger shook at me and I was told, "No de-squeaking!" Sheesh! Can't a terrier have a little fun? Apparently not, if it involves Mom's favorite barn cats, who by the way, does NOT have a squeaker. Trust me.

In the doghouse again,
~Tell

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Just Truckin'

While cruising around town running errands, we saw something very unusual on the highway. Of course, we had to stop and take a closer look. Here's something you don't see every day. Can you guess what it is?

We asked and found out it was a convoy of airplane wings! We saw four of them being moved by big trucks. And where are the rest of the planes? We dunno, but we figure they'll join up together soon. Kinda like when My Boy builds his model planes, only on a bigger scale. You can be sure we'll be watching for more pieces of aircraft on this stretch of highway.


This group traveling together made me wonder what it would be like to travel in a big rig, hauling cool things around the country and seeing all the sights. Living on the road like that, there's no telling what we might run across. Or over, depends on who's driving. I think I might make a good long-haul companion. Might even see me on that TV show called Trick My Truck. Can't you just see my big mug painted on the side of one of those? I'd be grinnin', for sure!
~Tell

Monday, April 7, 2008

Cap's Corner

Although we terriers bring a lot of joy and laughter into our home, Saturday was different. That's the day Cap made Mom cry.

She was gathering us together for a ride in the pickup, but only Glynn and I were dancing around waiting for the leashes to come out. Where was Cap? He didn't come bouncing up with us. He wasn't in any of his usual napping places, and wasn't standing over the dinner dish. Mom looked everywhere and called over and over, but no Cap.

Of course, Glynn and I had only one thing on our minds, and that was going for a ride. We weren't much interested in wasting time for an old dog who wouldn't come when whistled for, but Mom wasn't going to budge until we found him. Finally, she saw him laying with his head in the corner, very still. Oh, let me tell you, I thought the ride was going to be cancelled right then and there. She walked over, looked at him sadly, and cried, "Oh, Cap!"

That's when the old boy sat straight up and yelped, "Who? Where? What cat?"

I guess that sunny spot was too much to resist, and he just dropped right there facing the corner for a snooze, totally oblivious to what was going on around him. Mom was relieved that he was alright, but then upset that he gave her such a scare. I do believe Mom's "favorite" got demoted a notch or two that day. hee hee

We all got a lot of huggin' and lovin', even a bath and fur-fluffin' that day. Mom says the only thing wrong with dogs is that they don't live forever. Other than that, we're perfect. She kept that thought in mind until Sunday morning.

That's when she spied Cap sprawled in the same corner, same position. The only sign he was alive was one back leg was kicking a little in his sleep. Sweet dreams, Cap-aroo!
~Tell

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Pansy's New 'Do

Look what happened to our calico cat, Pansy. She got a new new hairdo.
This is before...
And this is after...

I didn't do it. No, siree. Nope, Mom got tired of all that long, matted hair, and Pansy was getting cranky from the matting and itching. She was also hacking hairballs and was terribly uncomfortable. It's a fierce battle to brush her (Pansy spits and claws), so we got out the old clippers and -- Voila! -- Kitty feels much better now. She even felt good enough to pounce and play with the silk flowers afterwards.

Of course, we terriers are snickering behind her back. Pansy doesn't take redicule lightly and would just as soon slap us as ignore us. Best to lay low for the time being. You know, with my talent as an experienced chicken-plucker, you would think Mom would have let me have a go at fur. I could have removed that tangled hair pretty quickly...given the chance, even the poodle pom-pom at the end of her tail. But noooooo, nobody asked for my help.
But maybe next time...as we all know, hair (and feathers) grow back.
~Tell

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Movie Memories

Mom and I were cruising around town this week when we saw something that was quite startling. Our small town movie theater is being demolished! What a sad sight. It was built in 1926 and was a grand old building for its time. It closed seven years ago and had fallen to disrepair. Windows were broken, pigeons were roosting, and it just had an abandoned look about it. We were hoping someone would remodel the theater and open it again, but I guess it wasn't to be. Of course, being a dog, I thought it looked interesting anyway and wanted to sniff around, maybe find some vermin or pigeon poo or something wonderful, but Mom wouldn't let me out to investigate. She said it didn't look safe anymore.


Mom and Dad used to go there to see movies waaaaay back in the '70's when they were dating. That was before my time, about when the Superman movies began coming out. Mom always liked those movies because Dad was a dead ringer for the young Christopher Reeve (sans the Super suit). Heads sure turned when they went to the cinema together. Going to the movies was a real treat back in those college days when they were starving students. Sticky floors, crowded seats, buttery popcorn, and little kids kicking the back of the chairs...what memories!

Now that special place is just a pile of bricks and rubble, slowly being hauled away in truckloads. In a few weeks, nothing will be left but a vacant lot. Maybe, just maybe, something nice will be built in its place. We'll just have to wait and see.

It won't be the same without Christopher Reeve, though.
~Tell