Great Big Dogs

My story begins like this...

Last night, our mom had a volleyball game and she didn't get home until 10:45pm. I was the only one awake to perform the "Hi! Welcome Home! Sniff, sniff, lick, lick!" ritual. The boys were sleeping soundly. Some watchdogs they are.

I met mom at the door, performed the ritual and followed her to the kitchen. After lots of head rubs from mom and tail wags from me, she grabbed the leash and headed toward the back door.

Alright! We're going for a walk. She put the leash on me, opened the door and....

HOLY MOLY - THE BIGGEST DOGS I'VE EVER SEEN ARE IN MY BACK YARD!!!


I hit the brakes. I was stunned. My legs were frozen in place. I couldn't even bark. Our whole back yard was nothing but big dogs with shiny yellow eyes staring back at me. Twenty feet away were at least 6 sets of eyes glaring at me and my mom.

I quickly sized them up and backtracked into the house. I decided now was not the time for a little jaunt in the back yard.

Without passing go and collecting $200, I grumbled a few muffled barks, headed upstairs to my girls room and went straight to bed. The boys are never going to believe this! If rabbits scare them, I can only imagine what they would do if they ever ran into these guys!

Wordless Wednesday

Mom - go away and quit taking our pictures.
We are meditating!!!

Stinky, dirty boy

Yep. Bath time... again.

We haven't figured out why he likes to be this way but Tucker seems to always be a stinky, dirty boy. He hates to be clean and rolls in and eats everything he can that is smelly. Every week he is getting thrown into the bath tub and scrubbed.

Oscar: Make sure you scrub him down really good!
He's smelly!

Here's my poor, pitiful face.


Oscar: Me and the toy horse are here for you buddy. Hang in there!


Tuckerasaurus. Like my mohawk?


Make sure to clean his eyes.


The Rubdown or the Calm Before the Storm


The Storm! Mad dog running through the house!


Make sure I roll around and try to get the clean smell off my fur.
I want to be dirty again!

Listen to me grunt and growl. I hate to be clean!

Our Excitement Is Short Lived

A KANDLE FOR KLAUS

Our Monday excitement has quickly come to a halt. Those of you that have been following or have heard about Bogart's dad will be saddened to learn that he has passed. We are so very sorry to hear this news. We are thankful that the hospital staff realized the love Bogart and his dad shared and allowed them to visit in the hospital. Our prayers go out to Bogart and his family.

We're Winners

Look at us! We have been humbled once again.


They like us! They really like us!

We'd like to thank our managers (mom and dad) and our personal assistants (our kids) for making this award possible. Without the use of their computer, we would not be able to efficiently run our blog.

(We give no kudos to that crazy cat Taz. We're trying very hard to forget his blog hacking ways.)

We'd like to thank our followers and fans of our blog. You're following keeps us blogging whenever all we really want to do it nap. We're sure there are a million other animals/people we should be thanking but we are simply way too excited and cannot remember.


Most importantly... does this award come with treats?


We need naps now.

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.