Oh the horror!

It all started with a really long car ride. Mommy and Daddy had "errands" to do so we all got to spend HOURS in the big ugly truck. It was nice. I don't know why Mommy found the Princess Auto parking lot that bad. It was an interesting hour sitting and looking out the windows. Hudson even found a McDonald's wrapper under the seat and had a snack, but Old Greedyguts wouldn't share with me.

Then, we had a car picnic. I didn't get to go into Burger Factory, but it looks like a great place. And the food that came out of it was delicious! I got a piece of bun and three fries. Yum yum yummy!

Next we went to a place called Part Source, and that was the start of the trouble....Daddy put some boxes in the back seat with us.

Mommy went to Staples, which made her happy. She said that finally one of the errands amused her. Then we went to buy a gigantic hanging plant. I really liked it, but there was no room in the truck, so Mommy kept it on her lap all the way home, which sure didn't look comfy to me.

So what could go horribly wrong?

Daddy went horribly wrong.

He decided to cheat and blast through a light that was in the process of changing from yellow to red, to make a left turn. And that caused the boxes in the back to fall.

On innocent little ole me.

And I did the only thing I could...

I squealed and jumped into the front seat, landing with one front paw in the plant (sorry about all the flowers that came off) while the other paw was desperately grabbing at Mommy's ear. Then she started screaming.

I couldn't get my bum all the way over, so I was kicking Smudgie with my back legs and he was biting me back. Things did not go well at all. Jumping into the front seat seemed like the thing to do at the time, but when I reflect upon it now I'm thinking that I should have explored other options instead.

Then Daddy pulled over, and Mommy was holding her ear, and Daddy shoved me right back into the backseat and I was forced to sit ON the boxes that had assaulted me. And I heard Mommy start to tell Daddy it was all his fault for running the light and making the boxes fall which caused me to jump over the seat and wreck the plant and try to tear off her ear....and then a stranger walked up from out of nowhere and asked for directions.

Strange.

But he was very nice, and apparently from a place called "Victoria."

So Daddy gave him directions, and Mommy sulked, and he said that he thought we were nice pooches (what's a pooches?) and off we went. And then Mommy forgot to lecture Daddy about running the light after all, which is good, because it just makes them both really cranky.

And although the hanging plant is a little lopsided now, all is well. I've even decided to forgive the nasty box that fell on me.

Whew. What a day. When I got home I took a nice long nap to recover, and so did Daddy....which almost got him another lecture from Mommy.

Yawn, I'm getting tired just thinking about it.

Take care all, and always secure your cargo if you want to keep your sheepies in the back seat!

Back seat driver Rudy

Congrats to Mommy on her new job!

I am not sure what a Vice Principal is, but she sure seems happy that she's going to be one in the fall.

Good stuff Mommy!

Take care all...

Rudy, who hopes to stay out of the office

Just for the record...

Immediately after Mommy took yesterday's picture I twitched one little muscle and Smudgie bit me!

What a grouch!

Take care all and be careful where you fall asleep.

Rip van Rudle

How can this possibly be fair?

That dirty faced rotten little big brother of mine fell asleep on me again

Hudson's been put on notice

When my Grandma and Grandpa came over on Saturday night, I was pretty well behaved. I needed a little direction (they are really fun people after all) but I did okay.

My Mommy says that Hudson was an absolute jerk.

He jumped on our company, and cried, and climbed on their laps. Mommy and Daddy were really embarrassed.

So now we are living in the era known as "Operation Attitude Adjustment." The uprights have been pretty clear. I may have my issues, but I am respectful in the house, so this tune up is for Smudgie.

And he does NOT like it.

They have banned him from the couch, and they make him sit and wait for permission to do everything. He says he's looking into some sort of underground sheepie railroad to get him to safety.

I heard Mommy say that last night he was already being more respectful and that she's happy it's going so well. Now Daddy just needs to follow through she says.

It's kind of confusing for me. When I want to come up on the couch I always stand patiently beside Mommy or Daddy and wait for them to say either "okay" or "go lay down." And then I always do what I'm told. The rules for me haven't changed, but life is very different for Smudgie.

Take care all, and remember to be consistent.

Respectful Rudy

Just one question....about my uprights.

How come when Mommy's sick she still takes good care of us, keeps the house clean, and carries on bravely?

And when Daddy's sick he curls up in bed and pretends no one else exists?

It's good for naps and all, but there's a definite difference.

I'm just sayin'

Take care all, and stay well.

Dr. Rudy

Now THAT was completely uncalled for!

Mommy always insists we pee before we eat. She says it keeps us from "noodling around" out there, since we're in a hurry to get back to our food. Whatever. I just "noodle around" AFTER we eat, when we get sent out for a poo, but I digress...

So there I was, on the deck, good boy that I am, peeing on the tiniest little patch of leftover snow, right into a flower pot (I don't get why that bothers Mommy so much), when I heard her arguing with Hudson.

He always fusses and wants to eat first and pee later, but Mommy always wins. She just blocks the door, won't let him in, and repeats, "I said, go make a pee" over and over again until he does.

My medication makes me drink more and pee more so I was enjoying a rather long pee, while I watched the battle of wills. Finally, Smudgie gave in (he always loses, but never stops trying) and he stomped over to the very same flower pot/snow spot I was enjoying.

That rat.

He stood on the other side, lifted his leg, and PEED ON ME.

The horror.

And what could I do? I had to finish what I was doing so I just had to take it. Mommy yelled at Smudgie, but he just angled in so he could get me more wet. He was mad at Mommy, so why did I get peed on?

Sigh.

Well, Mommy cleaned me up, and gave me some extra kibble (pee on that Smudgie!) so I guess it ended up okay, but sheesh, do I LOOK LIKE A FIRE HYDRANT?

Take care all, and watch where you pee.

Rudy, who is still peed off

Snow...glorious snow !!!

I just don't see why everyone is so down about snow on the first of May. I think it's swell. Yahoo!

Take care all and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Rudy the snowdog