I better be quick.
Mommy's on a tear.
Right now she is putting up the Christmas Tree. Daddy is complaining and she's doing a lot of scolding.
Yikes.
Isn't it a tad early?
Mind you, I heard her say that she picked a special spot for the tree so that I would have something pretty to look at from my kennel during the day, so yay!
Oh oh, I see garland. Better run!
Take care all,
Rudy, the red nosed sheepdeer....
Friday, November 11, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Hey there
Hi friends.
I have been so cut off from the computer lately, and I think of you all often. It's making me sad that Mommy is too busy to even turn on her computer these days, so I don't get any time to catch up with you.
She did tell me that when she gets home from work she likes to spend her time with me and with Smudgie and that the computer would keep her away from that, so I guess I understand...but it's hard.
I've had a few grand adventures lately. A while back I ate some bark. I know better, but I couldn't resist. It upset my tummy and Mommy and Daddy took me straight to the vet where I got yummy barium again and people kept rolling me over on my back and taking pictures of my belly.
I don't know why they needed four different ones...I guess I have a really great belly.
Anyway, the vet sent me home and told Mommy and Daddy to watch me. (Don't they always?) A day or so later out came the bark. It was the longest, loveliest poop I've ever made. It even surprised me. Of course Mommy ruined it by poking it with a stick to see what was inside (how nosey is THAT?) but I thought it was quite lovely.
The very next morning the same thing came out of Smudgie, and no one even knew he'd eaten some too. He's such a baby. He screeched and wailed and wanted Mommy to do something to make it stop and she just stood there and said, "Sorry Hudson. I didn't put it in there and I am NOT responsible for getting it out." Then she told him to remember this very moment next time something stupid looks like a good thing to eat.
He won't though.
Neither will I.
We had some company last week, and I was the good dog. They all liked me. Hudson was crazy and kept getting in trouble. Tee hee hee.
Smudgie also got shaved which was hilarious. Now Mommy's sleeping in the TV room again because a naked Smudgie means a very aggressive heat and blanket seeking dog at night. Mommy wants nothing to do with that.
Preparations are now starting to get underway for a big Christmas Eve extravaganza. Mommy told Daddy that the dogs would likely be crated most of the night and locked in the bedroom because Smudgie's so bad.
How on earth is that fair?
I AM NOT BAD. As long as no one brings their dog I will be just fine, thank you very much.
Sigh.
Take care all, and try to convince Mommy that I should not be imprisoned on Christmas Eve. That's a clear case of guilt by association.
Rudy, a prisoner of conscience
I have been so cut off from the computer lately, and I think of you all often. It's making me sad that Mommy is too busy to even turn on her computer these days, so I don't get any time to catch up with you.
She did tell me that when she gets home from work she likes to spend her time with me and with Smudgie and that the computer would keep her away from that, so I guess I understand...but it's hard.
I've had a few grand adventures lately. A while back I ate some bark. I know better, but I couldn't resist. It upset my tummy and Mommy and Daddy took me straight to the vet where I got yummy barium again and people kept rolling me over on my back and taking pictures of my belly.
I don't know why they needed four different ones...I guess I have a really great belly.
Anyway, the vet sent me home and told Mommy and Daddy to watch me. (Don't they always?) A day or so later out came the bark. It was the longest, loveliest poop I've ever made. It even surprised me. Of course Mommy ruined it by poking it with a stick to see what was inside (how nosey is THAT?) but I thought it was quite lovely.
The very next morning the same thing came out of Smudgie, and no one even knew he'd eaten some too. He's such a baby. He screeched and wailed and wanted Mommy to do something to make it stop and she just stood there and said, "Sorry Hudson. I didn't put it in there and I am NOT responsible for getting it out." Then she told him to remember this very moment next time something stupid looks like a good thing to eat.
He won't though.
Neither will I.
We had some company last week, and I was the good dog. They all liked me. Hudson was crazy and kept getting in trouble. Tee hee hee.
Smudgie also got shaved which was hilarious. Now Mommy's sleeping in the TV room again because a naked Smudgie means a very aggressive heat and blanket seeking dog at night. Mommy wants nothing to do with that.
Preparations are now starting to get underway for a big Christmas Eve extravaganza. Mommy told Daddy that the dogs would likely be crated most of the night and locked in the bedroom because Smudgie's so bad.
How on earth is that fair?
I AM NOT BAD. As long as no one brings their dog I will be just fine, thank you very much.
Sigh.
Take care all, and try to convince Mommy that I should not be imprisoned on Christmas Eve. That's a clear case of guilt by association.
Rudy, a prisoner of conscience
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