Road Trip

Well, ol' Cap just went past me wearing his dog-with-no-eyes sunglasses, and I thought, "I wonder what he's up to?" So I followed him outside and what did I find? Mom and Dad are planning a road trip and I wasn't told! They're loading up the old motorcycle with their overnight bag, stuffing their leather jackets in the boot (hey, it was 99 degrees here today, I don't think they'll be needing them), and polishing up the chrome. They've even managed to figure out how to get Creedence Clearwater playing on My Boy's MP3 player so they can take it with them. I guess Cap thinks he's going along, but I have to ask you, where would the dog sit? Sorry, pal, but I believe you'll be staying home with me and the house sitter again, even if you do look like The Red Baron. I guess this means we'll be out of pocket for a few days, since we'll be busy keeping the house sitter on her toes. Gotta be a quick and alert when watching us terriers!

~Tell

Blogging Friends Forever

Wow, look what my friend Noah sent to me. It's a fantastic award for being blogging friends. I know I am richly blessed with friends around the world, but this is super!
Now I'm going to pass this card on to some more friends, but there are some rules applied:
1. Only five friends allowed.
2. Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog.
3. One has to be someone new or recently new to your blog and live in another part of the world.
4. You must link back to whoever gave you the award.

We would like to pass this pawsome award onto Eric Square Dog in the United Kingdom, Gus, Jack & Just Harry, Dewey Dewster and Mackie.


I love seeing all the wheelies that have been joining in the blogging around the world. I've been keeping an eye open for one when we go antique shopping, but haven't run across one yet. You can bet when I do, it will be coming home with us. Meanwhile, we still look around for other fox terriers that need a home, and we found one when we stopped at a small store the other day. There he sat, on top of a pile of stuffies, looking lost. Good thing we found him, huh? He has a forever home now.
~Tell

Move Over, You Know I Like the Window

Here in Oklahoma, we've been getting lots of rain this week. More expected tomorrow, too. It's been so wet that my grass allergies are terrible, so it was decided that I needed to visit the vet again. I don't mind going at all. In fact, I love any excuse to ride in the pickup. But this time was different. I got my feet and legs wet wading through the grass this morning on my outing, so I had to ride in the floor. Well, that's just no place for a dog like me. I know the leather seats are nice and clean, but that's MY spot you're sitting in. Even batting my puppydog eyes and making whistling noises through my nose didn't help. I was glad when that ride was over.

We soon got to the bottom of my itching problem. My new bottles of antigen came in, and there was a different schedule and dosage. Mom, being the goofy goose she is, didn't read the new instructions and underdosed me. Now I'm back on schedule and should start feeling better soon. Remember, always read the instructions! Ya listenin', Mom?
When we got back home, we found out our Yorkshire sow was having her babies. Yes, new porkers on the farm, and aren't they cuties? These babies are only minutes old. That little one hasn't even gotten his land legs yet, but it didn't take them long to find the heat lamp and cuddle under it. All together there were sixteen babies. Wow!

There were some closes guesses at last week's antique. That leather and chain combination is a set of bull blinders. They are used to cover the bull's eyes so he'll behave himself and be easier to manage. My question is, if you have a cantakerous and ornery bull, just how do you get the blinders on him? I'd like to see that!

~Tell

And the Winner Is...

It seems we have some pretty smart pups in our bunch. Congratulations to Maggie, Mitch, Penny, Poppy and Patches for coming up with the correct answer in my last post. Yes, that old rusty antique thingy in the photo was a corn planter. Kind of like a post-hole digger with a trigger to drop a few kernels of corn in the hole. Kudos to Noah and Bussie, too, for coming up with some whacky wild guesses. We love the way your minds work! Hee hee! I wonder if there is a patent on fumigating calf-pullers? Hmmm...

Anyway, we enjoyed the answers so much, we jumped in the car and went searching for more country antiques to share with you. My Girl took this photo of me sitting between her and Mom, who was driving. I like the angle of this photo, because it looks like I'm the one driving!

So here is what we found. It's leather, metal and wrapped with chains. Does anyone know what this is? The owner said he has had a lot of people ponder and take a guess, but very few get it right. He gave us a hint: it came from a farm in Arkansas.

Happy guessing!
~Tell

Rum Tum's Tummy Tuck

It's been a week since Rum Tum's hernia repair, and he's home from the vet hospital now. Mom says the money for this is coming out of my allowance. I did make the suggestion that it would have been cheaper to just buy a mouse trap for the barn, but noooooo, The Family wanted their cat back. And it one piece, too. Go figure. I also said that there are people who pay big bucks for such a tummy tuck and would appreciate it, but my voice seems to fall on a lot of deaf ears at the moment.

While we were at the vet hospital, Mom was admiring some of the antiques things on display in the waiting area when she saw this contraption.

Looked painful to us, so we had to ask the Doctor what it was. Can you give it a guess? I'll let you know what he said in my next post.

~Tell

I Get No Respect

For a few weeks now, The Family has noticed that one of the barn cats has developed a hitch in his get-along. He walks a little funny, kinda like John Wayne, and has a large, hangy-down lump on his side. He's been a little hard to pin down so they haven't been able to investigate this oddity any closer until today. It hasn't seemed to bother him much. He still eats and lounges around in his striped jammies all day with the rest of the rat patrol, but this has been a bother to My Boy and My Girl. The Family wants answers.

This morning, My Girl was able to catch the tabby cat and he was taken to the veterinarian. And what did they find out? Kitty has a hernia. I myself think it happened because he wasn't lifting with his knees, but everyone else thinks something else. Can you see where this is going?

Yes, you're right. The finger is being pointed at me! Hey, just because I played tuggers with a cat one time, does that mean that I did this on one of my romps outside the yard? There is absolutely no shred of evidence to support this accusation. Nothing at all. They can't prove a thing, and the cat's not talking.



Now Mom is miffed because the cat is staying at the hospital, there will be a vet bill, probably a little physical therapy and recoup time at home, etc. Said cat will be waited on hand and foot around here until he's returned to outside duty once again. Much ado about nothing, I say, but nobody is listening to my opinion right now. Like Rodney Dangerfield, I get no respect.



Then again, it might not be so bad having a kitty in the house for a little while. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...
~Tell

Home Alone

No sooner did My Boy get back from summer camp than the whole Family went on vacation together. I guess I can't begrudge them a little time away, since they only take vacations about every five years or so, but this time we terriers didn't get to go along. Once again, boooring!

So while we pined away forgotten at home, they headed for the great state of Arkansa and while they were there, My Boy and My Girl did a little cave exploring. It's called spelunking, but I think it sounds an awful lot like the Earth Dog Trials I'm hearing about. They did find some rats, only they had wings and flew around faster than lightning. I believe My Boy and I will have to do some exploring soon and find a cave closer to home so we can spelunk together.

They also saw a Pivot Rock, and in this photo it looks mighty unstable to me. A good puff of Oklahoma wind would knock that right over.


Walking and shopping was fun, and they found a biker store and bought leather jackets for their motorcycle rides this fall. Mom said all that uphill and downhill climbing on those steep and narrow streets was almost too much for her. If she lived there and did much shopping, she'd have prettier thighs than Richard Simmons.


While they were walking, they saw a monkey in a dress. She was just too cute! People were giving her dollar bills. She's taste-testing this one before she gives it to her dad.

So what did Cap, Glynn and I do while My Family was out having a good time? We had a housesitter come and take care of us. I don't know why everyone thinks we needed supervision, do you? It wasn't like we were going to make some long distance phone calls, try on shoes, or order heaps of pizza on the credit card when they weren't looking. It wasn't so bad, though, as I did manage one great escape by squeezing past the housesitter's legs, but she caught me pretty quick. I taught her that you gotta be fast on your feet to keep up with me.

~Tell