What a morning!

Oscar here.

What a morning I have had so far. Absolutely chaotic!
Mornings like today could lead a dog to drink!

Sometime during the night a thunderstorm rolled in. Some of the loudest booms I have ever heard! I did my best to burrow even further under the covers but my mom keep kicking me away. She kept mumbling something about, "Crazy dog! Move over! You are pushing me off my king size bed! How can such a little dog take up so much room? Quit goosing me! Mumble, mumble, mumble..."

I didn't hear the rest because I had burrowed my head into the back of her legs to drown out the thunder. The thunder was so loud that my little brain didn't even register that with thunder comes rain.

When mom finally got up to take us outside, grumbling about coffee as we made our way through the kitchen, the inevitable hit me. I would have to go outside into the rain.

Mom opened the door and practically shove me outside. Of course Tucker bounced out into the precipitation like its no big deal. (That boy isn't playing with a full deck most of the time though). Mom put the leash on Tinkerbell and met us outside with umbrella in hand. I tried to tell her (whine at her feet) that it was raining and I'm not too keen on rain. Can't we do this potty thing after the rain stops? But she wanted nothing to do with my wants and needs and through clenched teeth kept telling me to get out there and go potty. I figured I had no choice. Tinkerbell had already done her thing and apparently so had Tucker because he was jumping up trying to catch raindrops. Seriously, he's not right!

Mom decided she had had enough waiting on me so she took Tinkerbell and Tucker back inside. I was stuck out in the rain by myself. Cold, wet, and lonely, I decided to just do it. I found my spot, squatted to take a poo and midway through the deed...

A STUPID, STINKING RABBIT DARTED OUT FROM UNDER OUR DECK!!!!! I was so scared I ran back to the house forgetting about the task I was in the middle of, still having poo dangling from my rear. And to make matters worse...

MOM REFUSED TO LET ME IN!!!

She told me to be a man and get out there and finish the job. At this point I was in tears and whining loud enough to wake the neighbors so mom grabbed the umbrella and went back out to the yard with me. I finished the deed so fast and ran back to the door that by the time mom caught up with me, she was laughing hysterically. She said she'd never seen a wiener dog move so fast.

Totally traumatized by the events of my morning. I'm going to spend a bit of time on the computer looking up therapists and then I'm tucking back under the covers and taking me a big, fat nap.

A boy can only handle so much commotion in a day.

2009 "60 Earth Hour"

One of our favorite non-dog bloggers is Reduce Footprints.
Our family tries to be as eco-friendly as possible which is why we love to read this blog and be reminded of how we can go about reducing our carbon footprint.

We encourage you to take a look at Reduce Footprints and plan on participating in "60 Earth Hour" 2009 on March 28th.

It's as easy as one... two... three!

Wordless Wednesday

Even though today is supposed to be Wordless Wednesday, we have a few things to say.

(Our mom is thinking "Shocker! Life in our house is like My Big Fat Greek Wedding - loud and animated. Everyone feels the need to talk! Everyone has something to say... always!")

We have no idea where she gets this stuff from.

Anyway... first things first.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDPA!

Yep! Our Grandpa is 69 years old today. If he were a dog, he would be soooooooooo old. We think Grandpa is pretty cool. He is most excellent at giving belly rubs and boy is he a great snuggler. What a lap! The boys love to sit with him in the recliner and snuggle - lots of meditation go on when Grandpa is around.

Second, we really want to re-iterate how important it is to spay and neuter your dog or cat.
(This is usually a topic we don't like to talk about. The boys at the dog park that still have their twigs and berries act like the are so much better than us. Sometimes, our little feeling get hurt.)

Without getting too wordy, we learned from our girl who attended the 2009 Pre-Veterinary Medicine Conference in Columbus, Ohio this past weekend (yep - future vet living in our house!), that 80% of people who adopt a dog or cat from a shelter never use the voucher for the free spay or neuter. 78% of people wait until after their pet has had a litter before they spay. That's a lot of babies being turned into shelters! We know that most people reading this blog take wonderful care of their pets - that's why they blog so lovingly about them. It is important for us to spread the word. Shelters are too full of unwanteds because of laziness.

Okay, we are off our soap box. Is this why mom says we talk a lot?

We'll leave you with this picture.
It's of Tucker... doing what Tucker does best...
EATING!

Guess What Today Is?

What: An annual campaign of The Humane Society of the United States to inspire people to save animal lives by spaying or neutering pets and feral cats.

When: Officially the last Tuesday of February, with events and activities taking place throughout the month of February. The 15th annual Spay Day USA is Feb. 24, 2009.

Where: Across the United States and U.S. territories.

Why: Four million cats and dogs—about one every eight seconds—are put down in U.S. shelters each year. Often these animals are the offspring of cherished family pets, even purebreds. Maybe someone's cat or dog got out just that one time or maybe the litter was intentional, but efforts to find enough good homes failed. Spay/neuter is the only permanent, 100-percent effective method of birth control for dogs and cats and a proven way to reduce the vast numbers of animals who are born only to die prematurely and without a family who loves them.

Enter the Spay Day Online Pet Photo Contest! Visit photocontest.humanesociety.org between Jan. 19 and Feb. 27 to enter.

The Scene of the Crime

There is a mystery that needs to be solved in our house.

Yesterday, our aunt gave mom some more of those fun critters that have no stuffing in them and look like road kill for us to play with. She gave us a raccoon and a fox. Our tails were wagging so hard it was like a hurricane in the house. We were having so much fun playing tug-of-war but mostly we were enjoying biting their tails and heads to make them squeak.



This morning when we got up, someone had killed them. Our raccoon no longer squeaked whenever we chomped on its little head. The squeaker from the fox had been ripped from the confines of its head and was dangling like a child's loose tooth.

Who would do such a thing? Who would kill our road kill?

~ Oscar and Tucker

Monday Funnies

Lucky Friday

Lucky Friday again.
Our weekly reflection on why we are such lucky dogs.

This week we are spoiled... er, lucky because of three things:

1. Rawhides and treats

2. Soft, comfy beds

3. Control of our Blog again - no more cat-hacking!


Whew! What a week!

Tucker, the Creeper

Yep, our Tuck is a Creepy Creeper. He has staring issues with our mom.

Tucker is always watching Mom. Follows her into each and every room, sits down (always a few feet away from her - usually next to the refrigerator since she spends a lot of time in the kitchen. She has her own dog treat business, as if you didn't already know) and watches her . Actually, he stares intently. She is always telling him that if he wasn't so cute, his stares would give her the heebie-jeebies.


Tuck and Mom have gotten into many stare-downs too. Mom likes to wink at him and he will wink back until he tires of this game (a.k.a. falls asleep). The boy really has issues! He even sleeps with an eye open (just to make sure he is always watching Mom).


Mom says she's not too concerned... yet. But if he starts trying on her shoes, then we've got problems!

Wordless Wednesday

Look What I Got

Hey Mom!

Look what I got!

I took care of that crazy cat.
He won't be hacking our blog any more!
Dog Rule - Cats Drool!
Aren't I a good girl?!?

(No cats were harmed in the making of this post. The critter in Tink's mouth is really just a toy raccoon. Taz isn't really such a bad cat. We like him a lot. He just got carried away a little. The cat-astrophe has be stymied.)

A weekend of complete control

Taz here.

I have spent the weekend flaunting around the house, flicking my tail at the canines reminding them that I have control of their blog.

On Saturday, I spent the day jumping out of dark rooms or from behind doors and scaring the bejeebies out of the little furballs. The boys are sooooo easy to intimidate! Tinkerbell is a lot bigger than me but I didn't let that bother me. I made sure to lay in my families lap and bat at her nose whenever she came by for some lovin'. I also sat by their food bowls and casually licked my paws. Oscar won't come near the food for fear or getting a face full of kitty claws.


Sunday was a bit more challenging. It was as if their little minds got together and plotted against me. I had a few moments of being corralled under the kitchen table with no way out in sight. Thank goodness Mom scolded the mangy mutts telling them to leave me alone. I decided to remind them who was in charge by sitting high above so they would have to look up to me. I am king of the world!

There were a few moments where I shared the blankets with them. What can I say? A cat loves to snuggle! They know better than to hog all the blankets. I sat on Oscar when he decided to take up too much of my girl's lap. I love my girl - whenever she is in the bathroom I like to sit outside and sing to her. She reminds me every day that she is going to some place called "college" in a few years and is promising to take me away from the smelly dog-beasts!

I am looking forward to a day full of torments and cat-titude! I'll let you know all about what fun I have torturing their little minds today.

Until then,
Taz
Leader of the World

HACKED BLOG!!!

Muawahahahahahahahaha (evil laugh)

This blog has been CATNAPPED!!!

I have taken over this blog!
WHY?
Because I can!

Those three stupid, smelly, dimwitted dogs have no idea the potential of this blog. They spend every day typing away about how wonderful they are and how wonderful their family is and how wonderful their treats are and how wonderful their toys are. They are so short-minded that they don't realize that with this blog, they have the power to RULE THE WORLD!!!

Muawahahahahahahahaha (yet another evil laugh)

(Okay. Have to admit that life is pretty cushy for all of us. Our family treats us all like royalty so I take back any misleadings that I was plotting against my people. This is personal - just me and the dogs!)

I think I am going to spend the weekend toying with their small minds, stalking their every move and flaunting my feline abilities in front of them. They always forget that I still have my claws!

Stop by on Monday and I'll share all the cat-tastic ways I tormented those ever-willing-to-please canines.

Until then,
Taz,
Ruler of the World

Muawahahahahahahahaha (final evil laugh, fade to black...)

We Got Mail

We're a few days late to post this. It has been a very hectic week and honestly, we have been glued to the events going on over at the Mango-minster. Such excitement!

Our big thanks go out to Mason Dixie and her mom for "Pawing it Forward".

We were so excited when we got a box in the mail addressed to US!
We never get mail!



Oscar and Tucker had to check it out first.



Then I checked it out.
Notice that Tucker and his big melon head is trying
to get Mom's attention while she is trying to take my picture.
How rude!



Look at Mom teasing us!
Just bust open the bag already, will ya!


Ahhhh!!! Delicious and quite pretty too.
Where's the Tinkerbell cookie you ask?
We ate it, of course!

Thanks again Mason. You are one cool dog!

Skeletons in our Closet

Thank you Chester for passing on this award. This "baring of the soul" was not easy for us to do. We're not very good at showing our weaknesses and bad habits - we have waaaayyyy tooooo many skeletons in our closets. Hopefully, you will all still love us after reading our post. Then I shall pass the torch to 7 others per award rules.



Here's the rules: "When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog”. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!

Ready of not, here we go!

1. Tucker - I was the puppy no one wanted.
2. Oscar and Tucker - we are truly not brave (rabbits scare us)
3. Tinkerbell - I snore... a lot
4. Oscar - I'm a gooser. Don't stand near the sofa or your gonna get a nose in your crotch.
5. Tucker - I'm a couch pooper. I like to poop under the sofa when no one is looking. The smell always gives me away though.
6. Tinkerbell - I am a bad girl when not on my leash. I run away and make my family chase after me.
7. Tucker - I am a garbage picker. I especially love used q-tips and used tissues. I also love to steal Barbie dolls and drag them through the house by their hair.
8. Oscar - I am the most gassy of the three of us. I like to snuggle under blankets and let them go. Lift the blanket at your own risk.
9. Tinkerbell - I like to roll in deer poo or any other smelly pile of poo I can find.
10. We are very spoiled and couldn't survive a day outside on our own.

Well, we've decided to pass this on to a few of our friends (hopefully, you will still be our friends after this) and a few we haven't had the honor of meeting formally yet. We just hunted you down via other blogs like the dogs that you are!

We actually picked 8 to send this to. So, here are our choices:

Martha and Bailey
Lois Lane
Bolo
Scampi and Kira
Cooper and Carly
Deefor and Arrow
Sophie, Dixie and Harley
MJ

If you have already received this award... Lucky Dog!!!

100th Post

We are so excited. Without even realizing it, our paws have typed 100 posts. Our post regarding the letter we found yesterday was our 100th! What a milestone! Seems like we just started this blog. Where has the time gone?

We've got no parties or anything special planned in celebration. To be honest, it just kinda snuck up on us. We'll probably celebrate with a big, fat nap. Until then...

A Strange Note

The following note was found posted very low on the refrigerator door. Hmmm... should we be offended?



Dear dogs and cat,

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, not do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, bark, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine and feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: kiss me first, then go smell the other dog's rear. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:


TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
1.) They live here. You don't.
2.) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it "fur"-niture.
3.) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4.) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they (1) eat less, (2) don't ask for money all the time, (3) are easier to train, (4) normally come when called, (5) never ask to drive the car, (6) don't hang out with drug-using people, (7) don't smoke or drink, (8) don't want to wear your clothes, (9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, (10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and (11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.


The note was signed,

Love, Mom

Siesta Time

We worked so hard all weekend long trying to find Tucker's lineage that I am just wore out!
Along with all the snow, ice and now rain, and trying to sludge my way through it all
just to go to the potty, this girl is just pooped!
My goal today is to nap, nap, nap.
So, boys, please be quiet.
Wrestle somewhere else.
I am heading off to take a well-deserved siesta.

Tink

Tucker's Family Tree

We did it!

After month's of tiresome searching various genealogy sites on the internet
(which is not easy with paws),
we have finally discovered Tucker's family tree.We're discovered that he comes from a long line of movie stars.

Perhaps there is a future for him in the film industry.
Time to update the ol' resume.
Future Superstar!

Monday Funnies

Mango-Minster

Have you heard?

Our friend Mango is fed-up with the Westminster Kennel Club's Dog Show. He thinks it is scandalous and totally fixed so he is holding his own show.

Mango-minster 2009 is going on right now. Head over to his blog and enter yourself to be in his show. He's a BIG guy - it's hard to say no to him.

So, get over there!

You know you want to.

All the cool kids are doing it!
(little peer pressure)

Lucky Friday

Lucky Friday again!
The day we reflect on why we think we are three very lucky dogs.

This week, we got A LOT of snow and ice which meant our kids didn't have school. We got to spend tons of time playing with them and being cuddled with and loved. But that is not the only reason we are lucky.

TREATS!!!!

Our mom has her own business making organic dog treats and she was making a lot! We are so lucky because we get all the extras!


Yummies in our tummies!

We won an award

Look at us!
We just won an award!
We are so happy that Dogmark.net has picked us as the
"Best Dog Site of December 2008".
Thanks!
We appreciate the honor!

Snow

Oscar, have you been burrowing in the snow?

Snow

A few pictures of us playing in the snow during a nighttime potty break.

Paw It Forward

We're playing a game with our friend Mason Dixie at Who Says Dogs Don't Blog. We are exchanging a simple act of kindness based on the "Pay It Forward" idea - an exchange that focuses on doing an act of kindness without expecting anything in return other than that the recipient will, in their turn, pass the kindness along and "Pay It Forward" in their own way. The name has been changed along the way to "Paw It Forward". We like that a lot better.

Would you like to play?

So, here's the deal. If you would like to Paw It Forward, leave a comment on this post stating you would like to play. You have until midnight Wednesday, Feb. 4, EST to make a post. After that, Oscar "The Nose" will pick three lucky winners. (It was the best idea of choosing randomly the winners). We will email you that you have won and get your address at that point. We will send the winners something fun, inspiring or uplifting.

Here's the catch. The winners must agree to play along through your blog. There are no cost restraints, but it is a SIMPLE act if kindness so don't go crazy! Any act of kindness is wonderful! (and that doesn't have to be anything that is costly). There are untold ways to help others every single day!

We are so excited to "Paw It Forward"!!! Get your posts in!

Memo To God

MEMO TO: GOD

FROM:  THE DOG

Dear God:  Is it on purpose our
 names are the
 same, only reversed?

Dear God:  Why do humans
 smell the flowers, but seldom,
 if ever, smell one another?

Dear God:  When we get to heaven,
 can we sit on your couch?
 Or is it still the same old story?

Dear God:  Why are there cars named after the jaguar,
 the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray,
 and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a Dog?
 How often do you see a cougar riding around?
 Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'?

Dear God:  If a Dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad Dog?

Dear God:  We Dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths.  What do humans understand?

Dear God:  More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God:  Are there mailmen in Heaven?  If there are, will I have to apologize?

Dear God:  Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good Dog.

1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.

2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.

4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.

5.  The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.

7.  Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying 'hello'.

8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table .

9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.

10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.

11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.

12.  The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.

P.S.  When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?

Monday Funnies

Posting this picture is a pay-back for having to live
with the awful smells he emitted on Friday!