tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21403075309105980382024-03-18T23:32:26.213-05:00Rudy's BlogRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-31149609596886012112012-08-21T21:02:00.002-05:002012-08-21T21:02:37.218-05:00My Mommy Went Back to Work!She says she needs to make money to buy kibble. I appreciate that, but I would be more than happy to give up kibble and just eat socks instead, if that meant she would stay home with us.<br />
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I miss afternoon packnaps.<br />
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I miss lunchtime snacks.<br />
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I miss afternoons in the sun.<br />
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I miss having Mommy home to save me from Smudgie. He sleeps on me and then he bites me when I move.<br />
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Stay home Mommy. Stay home.<br />
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Take care all, and stay home with your puppies.<br />
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I have a very important job when we play. I have to watch for pigs that get past Daddy and then I have to bite them. I take my job very seriously. Piggies beware!<br />
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Take care all, and watch out for those pigs.<br />
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Rudy, the Angry BirddogRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-22691077081830236802012-08-05T00:19:00.000-05:002012-08-05T00:20:45.521-05:00Can someone google this and get back to me?<br />
Hi All,<br />
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So, I have this burning question in my mind, and I'm not sure that I am skilled enough to google it myself. It's a simple one:<br />
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Are dogs not supposed to be carnivores?<br />
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Here's why I ask.<br />
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Every morning, when Smudgie and I go out for our first pee of the day, we check the strawberry plants with Mommy. She always picks them in twos, and we each get one. Now, this is a nice gesture and all, but it's not like they taste like steak.<br />
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So, I act all happy and eat my strawberry every single day (sometimes twice), and they keep coming. And, truth be told, I do not like strawberries. Not at all. Do you know how hard it is to hold back on the "yuck" face I am legendary for making?<br />
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Now, as if this wasn't bad enough....yesterday the tomatoes started turning red. And the cherry tomatoes did this in pairs. So yesterday and today IN ADDITION to the yucky strawberries, Smudgie and I were forced to eat cherry tomatoes.<br />
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I don't want to hurt Mommy's feelings of course, and it's nice that she cares so much, but tomatoes taste a hundred times worse than strawberries. Someone needs to call Mommy and let her know that dogs are supposed to be eating steak and chicken and rotten dead things...not fruit!<br />
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So, last night, in a desperate attempt to get something befitting a carnivore, I sneaked into the kitchen and stole the plastic wrap from the chicken package. I swallowed it whole, and would have gotten away with it, but I made a bad decision and chose to try to steal the styrofoam tray too. Mommy heard me chomping on that, and came running. She figured out the plastic was missing, and you'll never guess what she did.<br />
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I found it and ate it fair and square, and after all my faking with the fresh picked fruit nonsense (yes, I heard it somewhere, tomatoes are actually fruit) you'd think they'd let me have this one, but no.<br />
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She made Daddy put me up on the counter, and they forced this icky liquid down my throat, and they made me stand there, and a few minutes later my tummy felt funny and out came the plastic wrap, and my kibble from earlier on.<br />
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This is theft. Plain and simple. If I can't even keep the stuff in my tummy, how on earth is that fair?<br />
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So, therein lies my problem. I need your help.<br />
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Please let my Mommy know that for dogs it's simple: Meat good....fruits and veggies bad.<br />
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If we all band together, we can make a change!<br />
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Take care all, and remember, meatetarians must stick together.<br />
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Rudy "Where's the Beef" Patootie<br />
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PS...I'm okay if we declare carrots to be meat, because I do like them....and peapods, too....and the occasional leaf of lettuce, and cauliflower is yummy, and even a little broccoli....and mushrooms, definitely mushrooms, but I do have to draw the line here.Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-61080984431835563252012-08-03T14:31:00.002-05:002012-08-03T15:30:54.684-05:00So it's official...even famous people adore me!Hi All,<br />
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Do you guys know who Anne Wheaton is? That's ok, I didn't either until recently. I am told you have to be really cool to know about her. I am glad I am now finally part of the cool ones. <br />
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She is the lovely wife of nerd/geek icon Wil Wheaton, who played Wesley Crusher on Star Trek, the Next Generation. More recently he has been on Eureka, and plays Sheldon Cooper's nemesis on the Big Bang Theory. She is basically considered nerd/geek royalty in the sci fi community. (Again, more stuff that sounds cool, but I don't actually understand.) She's also pretty awesome in her own right. My Mommy always enjoyed putting eyeballs on everything...Mrs. Wheaton actually started a movement called Vandaleyes that Mommy thinks is the coolest.<br />
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My mommy follows both of them on this thing called Twitter. I am not really clear on what a Twitter actually is, but I have not seen any birds in the house, so at least that is a good thing. Anyway, this morning Mommy tweeted her a picture of me sleeping on the bed, and she tweeted Mommy back and said that she thought I was cute. And let's face it...I am kind of adorable.<br />
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So this is the picture in question. I think it's a good one, but I am not having the best ear day in it. But I guess Mrs. Wheaton can overlook crooked ears to see the true cuteness that lurks beneath.<br />
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Take care all, and especially you Mrs. Wheaton. I've seen your twitter picture, and I think you're pretty cute, too.<br />
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Rudy, who is always ready for his close up.Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-38451409438567911582012-07-30T15:00:00.000-05:002012-07-30T15:00:12.137-05:00Hi Everyone! Happy Summer!Hi my friends. It's your old pal Rudy here. I have great news. My mommy finally got a new laptop, and so I finally have a chance to do a little blogging.<br />
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Her old laptop had something called a bad fan, and couldn't be left on during the day. It took forever to start up, and so I couldn't use it when Mommy was at work like I used to. She got this new one to work on something called a "Master's." I don't know about that, but she left it on an is currently slothing upstairs on the couch watching DVDs so little old me snuck back on.<br />
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Lots has happened in the last few months. I don't know where to begin.<br />
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Mommy's best friend, her red car, died in May. I had no idea she was so attached. She really fell apart. She has a new, shiny, silver one, but she says it's "too boring for words." I don't know about that. It has air conditioning, and that is a good thing. On the down side, there's a "NO DOGS in the new car rule" so I haven't gotten too many rides. You'll notice that she's already broken that silly rule, so I'm cautiously optmistic that things will be back to normal soon.<br />
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She also has this big, old yellow car. It went to a "restoration" mechanic named Ralph, and just came home. It's all pretty and shiny, but doesn't actually run yet. Weird. Daddy and Cousin Jeff are replacing something called a "head gasket."<br />
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This car is yet another vehicle Mommy won't let us ride in. How can that possibly be fair? She did suggest to Daddy that the trunk was big enough for me and for Smudgie, but I didn't think that was at all funny.<br />
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Speaking of Cousin Jeff...he's been over a lot lately, and he makes me obey him. It's not fun. He seems like a nice guy until I do something like paw at him, or stick my nose on the table, and then suddenly he's all sit/stay/down. Pfffft. I don't like that one bit. And the worst part? He has totally inspired Daddy to start enforcing rules. Mommy I get, but seriously...DADDY? What is up with that?<br />
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Mommy is enjoying her summer off, but she's totally ruined our nap schedule. And you know what is the worst of all? I have not been rollerblading lately at all!!! The last time I went I got blisters from the hot pavement, and so the vet said no more rollerblading until my pads have healed and the heatwave ends. It has been insanely hot here (worse than I remember in Florida) since the middle of June. Whew. I am so glad that Mommy and Daddy shaved me down.<br />
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Well, those are just a few of the updates for now. I plan to blog more often now that Mommy finally got me a new computer, so I hope you are all having a wonderful summer, and I'll check back in with you as soon as I can.<br />
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Take care, and don't forget the sunblock.<br />
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Rudy, the red nosed (from the sun, get it?) SheepdogRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-33184278963282970452012-03-10T11:02:00.002-06:002012-03-10T11:09:25.209-06:00I am so embarrassedHi All,<br /><br />Just wanted to check in, and let you know about a small transgression on my part. I am so embarrassed, but I know you will all understand.<br /><br />Last weekend Smudgie threw up on my dog bed. I know it's supposed to be our dog bed, but let's face it. It's mine. Just like all the toys, all the treats, the couch, and the Daddy. But I digress.<br /><br />So my Daddy took off the cover and washed it, and my Mommy dried it, and then the two of them spent a really long time trying to get the insides inside nicely. They were laughing and carrying on while Smudgie and I watched from a minimum safe distance.<br /><br />Sigh. Those two are so weird.<br /><br />Finally it was ready but Mommy thought it was too lumpy, so Daddy called me over to try it out.<br /><br />My heart soared. I ran over, jumped on, turned around twice and nested in it. It smelled good, and felt soft, and what a wonderful life I have!<br /><br />If only the uprights (or upwrongs as the case may be) could have left it at that.<br /><br />But no, they started cooing at me in those high pitched voices, and both were learning over me, and I didn't understand what was going on anymore, and I got scared, so I stood up and did the one thing I do when someone is standing over me in a threatening way.<br /><br />I peed.<br /><br />Right there, on the clean dog bed.<br /><br />And it had been a long time since I went out so it was a LOT of pee.<br /><br />I felt so bad.<br /><br />Mommy and Daddy were very kind. They turned away, and gave me space so I wouldn't be any scareder, but it didn't help. I peed and peed and peed and peed.<br /><br />So now the dog bed has been in the laundry room all week, soaking and waiting for Mommy to wash it again. I feel awful!<br /><br />But at the same time, I'm sorry Mommy and Daddy, but I have to say it, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"<br /><br />I hope they can forgive me. I'm working hard on forgiving them.<br /><br />Take care all, and mind your pees and qs.<br /><br />Rudy, the Phantom Pee-erRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-8610259580780664552012-03-05T12:10:00.001-06:002012-03-05T12:11:49.375-06:00Do you know the Muffin Man?<a href="http://forum.oes.org/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=36574">http://forum.oes.org/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=36574</a><br /><br />I just wanted to pop in quickly and share this link with my friends. Most of you already know this story, but I wanted to share it with friends who don't.<br /><br />Everyone in my house is thinking of Mr. Muffin right now, and sending good thoughts.<br /><br />Rudy, a former stray (who believes in paying it forward)Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-28771913364462634432012-02-15T13:54:00.002-06:002012-02-15T13:57:33.837-06:00I am still hereHi all.<br /><br />I just wanted to let you know that I am still here. It's just been really hard to get online. Mommy's really busy and her laptop is broken, so it's never on. I'm still here and I'm still thinking of you all.<br /><br />I wanted to wish you a belated Happy Valentine's Day. You are all in my heart. I thought of you yesterday and wagged my stubby little tail in your honour.<br /><br />In other news, Mommy cooked a very nice dinner for Daddy. And as a result, Smudgie and I got to taste steak, mushrooms, potatoes, carrots and CRAB! Life really is good.<br /><br />I have a good family and they do love and take care of me. I really should reward them by giving up my passion for eating mud.<br /><br />Take care all,<br /><br />Rudy "Cupid" PatootieRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-59030836744332474712012-01-10T14:49:00.001-06:002012-01-10T14:50:19.363-06:00Just One QuestionWhy do I call my Mommy and Daddy UPRIGHTS when they not walking properly? They should be on all fours, like Smudgie and me.<br /><br />From now on, shouldn't I be calling them UPWRONGS???!??<br /><br />Just something to think about.<br /><br />Gotta run.<br /><br />Take care all,<br /><br />Rudy (The Thinker)Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-31420235904373498152012-01-07T13:38:00.003-06:002012-01-07T13:45:05.684-06:00I am loving 2012 so far!Hi all.<br /><br />I hope you are enjoying the New Year. Smudgie and I are having a great one. Mommy's been home with us all week (Smudgie says that can't last), and we've had two car rides already. (Smudgie also says not to get too used to it.)<br /><br />And today, it finally snowed a little. I was starting to think that Winnipeg was going to let me down completely. For those of you who don't live here (and why don't you now that I think of it), Winnipeg is all about snow. Winnipeggers pride themselves on saying things like, "Yeah, well, that wasn't too bad a storm. We only got ten centimetres...that's nothing." Then they all go out for Slurpees, even when the thermometer thingie says minus forty.<br /><br />I like snow. I like to play in it and roll in it and enjoy it. It started snowing yesterday, and ended this morning, and I heard it's less than two centimetres in total, but it's still awesome. I plan to eat it all up.<br /><br />Yummy!<br /><br />Other than that not much else is really going on here. Mommy's friends came over last night and Smudgie jumped on them. I sure didn't, but I did use the distraction to help myself to some jelly candies from the table. Or at least I tried. My Mommy has really good reflexes. She had Hudson by the scruff of the neck in her right hand and with her left hand she nose blocked me at the very same time. So no jellies for Rudy.<br /><br />Daddy thought it was hilarious, so he rewarded us both with cookies and dragged us both back upstairs to watch really boring and silly movies with him.<br /><br />So that's about it from here. I hope you are all enjoying the New Year so far. Take care all, and make the most of it. I think this is going to be an extra special year.<br /><br />Rudy, who never forgets auld acquaintances...Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-16474706634645025372011-12-31T16:13:00.002-06:002011-12-31T16:20:45.562-06:00Christmas EveHi All,<br /><br />I just wanted to let you know I hosted my first, official HUGE family Christmas Eve. It didn't go as I had hoped.<br /><br />Mommy and Daddy (and Auntie Brighit and Cousins Jzero and Vienna) set up these big tables and chairs, and I watched Mommy set them with fancy Christmas dishes and cups and pretties. It was so exciting. I could hardly wait to find out which seat was mine.<br /><br />Well, guess what.<br /><br />NONE were for me.<br /><br />Smudgie and I got a LONG pre Christmas Eve walk and I was so happy....but it was a trap. Right after that we ate, peed, and got CRATED.<br /><br />How unfair is that?<br /><br />We heard all the people having fun but we were upstairs, and Mommy and Daddy put us in the middle bedroom instead of our usual room, and that made Smudgie really mad so he barked all night.<br /><br />I was sooooo embarrassed.<br /><br />At the end of the evening I got taken out for a pee and then brought back in to meet people. I tried so hard to be good, but no one remembered the Cesar rules. They all squealed and jumped around and paid all kinds of attention to me. So, what else could I do? I responded in kind. I jumped and made all kinds of noises, and then Mommy said I was being bad. Why can they do it and I can't?<br /><br />I'm glad I peed first, because with all those people leaning over me I would have let her rip on the floor. Mommy and Daddy are pretty smart about some things.<br /><br />Then I went back to my crate and it was Smudgie's turn. I hear he was worse than I was. Then we were back in our crates. <br /><br />So we both barked.<br /><br />Mommy kept shaking her head and apologizing to everyone. Finally Daddy came and put us both, loose, in the bedroom. So then we settled down. I don't know why they didn't just do that in the first place!<br /><br />So, on behalf of Smudgie and me I would like to apologize to all for we did to make their Christmas Eve a little louder than it needed to be.<br /><br />But we were both trying to be good hosts, that's all.<br /><br />Anyway, I hope all my online friends had a peaceful and dog filled Christmas Eve, and now my brother and I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all:<br /><br />A SAFE AND DOG FILLED NEW YEAR!!!<br /><br />Take care all,<br /><br />Rudy, the Canine Baby New YearRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-30782735625003386802011-12-21T12:04:00.003-06:002011-12-21T12:05:09.668-06:00Just sneaking on for a minute to say MERRY CHRISTMASI'm so sorry I don't get to blog very often anymore, but I did want to sneak in and wish all my friends all over the world a very Merry Christmas. <br /><br />Take care all, and I'll blog just as soon as I can.<br /><br />Ho Ho Ho.<br /><br />Merry Christmas,<br /><br />Rudy the ElfRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-64490530151407242232011-12-02T11:06:00.005-06:002011-12-02T11:19:24.035-06:00<div>Wow, it has been a long time.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>I'm so sorry. It's all Mommy's fault.</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>I love her and all, but she has been really busy....which is tough on us, because even though we spend lots of time with Daddy, he just doesn't do it right. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>I wish she'd stay home more often. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Lots has happened in the last while. The tree is up and presents are being wrapped. Mommy says I can't poke about in the presents, which seems unfair, as I'm sure there are some there that say Rudy on them.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Smudgie's naked. And cold...and that means GRUMPY. Now he thinks it's okay to sleep ON me at all times. And if I wiggle at all he growls at me. HOW RUDE is that?</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>I still have my beautiful fur, but Mommy says that this weekend it will all be gone. She says someone named Karla is coming here to the house to make my hair go away. I don't think I believe her, but Smudgie's already grumbling. He says that once my hair goes away I will be cold too, and that will make me useless to him.</div><div> </div><div>Nice, friendly, Christmas sentiment there pal!</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>We had to pose by the tree again, but Smudgie and I won. They took almost a hundred thousand pictures of us, but none worked out. I really like this one:</div><div> I think Daddy looks great, fighting with us in his long red underwear. Mommy wanted to put it on the Christmas card, but Daddy said NO WAY.</div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJh34mIviTzKyusrmzPbKSOki0OO_DYWpX39uIX_GzkVTjoCVuaDnpiQ6dad7PwJe_lNAXmIJL7b7phdXJmCIqxnivIi2Zb_pgj8HHwbypqQvdwps6W9QfhnHbTEdW10f2t8WkeEoL9XY/s1600/DSC01631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681580087862922706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJh34mIviTzKyusrmzPbKSOki0OO_DYWpX39uIX_GzkVTjoCVuaDnpiQ6dad7PwJe_lNAXmIJL7b7phdXJmCIqxnivIi2Zb_pgj8HHwbypqQvdwps6W9QfhnHbTEdW10f2t8WkeEoL9XY/s320/DSC01631.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>I know that he'll forgive me for putting this up here (and he doesn't actually stop in and read my blog) so I thought I would share it.</div><div> </div><div>This is the pose that we all wanted on our annual Christmas card.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Well, I have to go. Mommy is home today (she took her personal day to hang with us) and I hear things happening in the kitchen. She probably needs my help.</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>Take care all, and ho ho ho!</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Rudy with the red underweared Daddy!</div><div> </div>Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-63656117388023752222011-11-11T15:34:00.001-06:002011-11-11T15:37:45.127-06:00I don't have much time.I better be quick.<br /><br />Mommy's on a tear.<br /><br />Right now she is putting up the Christmas Tree. Daddy is complaining and she's doing a lot of scolding.<br /><br />Yikes. <br /><br />Isn't it a tad early?<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Oh oh, I see garland. Better run!<br /><br />Take care all,<br /><br />Rudy, the red nosed sheepdeer....Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-70060487845882551522011-11-05T09:32:00.003-05:002011-11-05T09:40:44.838-05:00Hey thereHi friends.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I don't know why they needed four different ones...I guess I have a really great belly.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />He won't though.<br /><br />Neither will I.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />How on earth is that fair?<br /><br />I AM NOT BAD. As long as no one brings their dog I will be just fine, thank you very much.<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Rudy, a prisoner of conscienceRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-66951724990054971612011-10-11T16:50:00.002-05:002011-10-11T16:56:46.073-05:00I am so sorry I've been away so long!Hi everyone.<br /><br />It's been so hard finding time to blog with Mommy's new jobs. She's been so busy that she NEVER leaves her laptop on, and so I just don't have the time to blog like I should.<br /><br />Also, since she's so busy not much has been happening here.<br /><br />I know that she shared on sheepiechat about my latest eating experience. I just want to state, for the record, that I KNOW I shouldn't have eaten that long strip of bark, but it was sooooo tasty. And let's face it DOGS and BARK just naturally go together.<br /><br />It did NOT feel good coming out though. I should probably remember that.<br /><br />And Mommy says that we will be eating bargain brand cookies from now until that four hundred dollar vet bill is made up. I hardly think that's fair. She is the one who insisted on all that yummy barium. I was just along for the ride.<br /><br />We also had a Thanksgiving fondue this weekend. That was fun. I was the good dog, but Smudgie was completely out of his mind. He jumped on everyone, so Mommy made Daddy kennel us (well, Smudgie was kennelled because he kept jumping on the doors...I got the whole upstairs because I wasn't insane). Because of him we missed the really good and yummy stuff though. Poop.<br /><br />After dinner I got to go hang with the people because I was calm. Smudgie was still shrieking and carrying on so Daddy made him sit a LOOOOOOONG time. I got all the attention. It was nice. And Grandpa kept patting me under the table even though Mommy kept telling him not to.<br /><br />Well, I gotta go. Mommy will be home from work soon and I don't want to get caught. Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends! Gobble Gobble! Remember to be thankful for all you have. I am still very very thankful that I have a home and a family that will pay hundreds of dollars to make sure that the stupid things I eat come out of my body safely.<br /><br />Take care all,<br /><br />Rudy, a turkey who sure can tangoRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-91838331924030346512011-09-17T09:29:00.003-05:002011-09-17T09:37:40.847-05:00It's the weekend!Yay.<br /><br />Finally a day with Mommy and Daddy both home. It's been lonely around here. Mommy's new job seems to be keeping her really busy. She leaves bright and early and actually gets home AFTER Daddy.<br /><br />He comes home and feeds us, which is good, but he never does it right. There are no songs or dances. We don't prance around and play games. I miss my Mommy.<br /><br />There's not much to report here really. It's pretty boring. I heard Daddy tell Mommy we're going to Bird's Hill Park tomorrow but I'll believe that when I see it. We went roller blading last weekend. That was cool.<br /><br />Smudgie didn't go blading though. Mommy and Daddy took him to something called a show and shine. He says he walked for HOURS (I think he really did this time) while Mommy and Daddy looked at pretty old cars. Smudgie said that the people liked him a lot, but it was too much exercise for him. He grumbled a lot.<br /><br />Gulpy went too. (That's our special water bottle.) Smudgie says he was so hot and tired that he finished off a whole gulpy AND drank Mommy's Coke slurpee. I can't imagine why anyone would want to give Smudgie caffeine. Although, now that I think about it, he is pretty lazy. Maybe it would help give him a little energy.<br /><br />Anyway, that's about it for now. Sorry I haven't been posting lately, but life here is just plain boring.<br /><br />I wish my Mommy would stay home like she did this summer. I miss her. And I don't want to complain, but Daddy needs to learn the songs she uses with us. Why would I want to take a pill without the special song? I wouldn't.<br /><br />And Daddy's always mad that I spit out my pill. I don't for Mommy, because SHE knows the song. (Just a spoonful of cookie helps the medicine go down, the medicine go do--own, the medicine go down....just a spoon full of cookie helps the medicine go do-own....in the most delightful dog.) How hard is that to sing?<br /><br />Take care all, and spend time with your four footed furry loved ones. They need you.<br /><br />Lone(ly) Wolf RudyRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-15258862972939226152011-09-06T19:56:00.001-05:002011-09-06T19:58:59.184-05:00FlooringHi there my friends. It's been a while.<br /><br />I thought that I would let you know that the flooring in my house if almost, totally, completely done. (Apparently the insides of the closets still need to be done. I don't get it, but whatever.)<br /><br />Smudgie continues to pout. He does not like the flooring one bit. He slips and slides. It's hilarious. I wish Mommy and Daddy had done this sooner. Seriously. I wish I had a video camera!<br /><br />I like the flooring just fine. It's nice and cool and it sure works for me. Maybe I like it because I was such a good helper when it was being put in. I think it's that pride of ownership thing.<br /><br />Anyway, I hear the squirrel mucking about, so I must go bark at him.<br /><br />Take care all, and if you need a canine contractor I am your dude.<br /><br />White Hat RudyRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-22444947683329658002011-08-26T17:30:00.001-05:002011-08-26T17:33:02.875-05:00Hi everyone.I know I should be blogging more, but it's been really boring around here. Mommy's back at work (although I keep hearing it's a new work), and I've been in my crate a lot.
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<br />Hudson's been boycotting the new floor, but I think it looks nice. It's really cool and relaxing to sleep on. I like it. I also found these things called "tools" to be quite fascinating. I am thinking of starting my own collection.
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<br />Well, this is short I know, but I've got to go sniff <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie's</span> bum now. He's sleeping, and it freaks him out when I sneak up from behind. I make sure my nose is extra cold and wet first.
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<br />Take care all,
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<br />Stealth Rudy
<br />Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-7825624033669514522011-08-20T16:55:00.002-05:002011-08-20T17:03:01.032-05:00Mommy Came BackI knew <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> was lying. Why oh why do I EVER listen to that little creep?
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<br />She came back last night and gave us pats and hugs and I was so tired by that point that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> and I gave her some kisses and then headed up to bed. I hope we didn't hurt her feelings.
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<br />Today, something really interesting happened.
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<br />Cousin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jzero</span> and Grandpa came over and they helped Daddy make the floor all fancy. They worked in my bedroom first, and almost got it finished. Daddy says they'll do three more rooms tomorrow. Mommy called Daddy something like "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">poptimistic</span>" or maybe it was "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">schmopitimistic</span>." Either way, I think that's a lot for one day...maybe they'll do some more next weekend.
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<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> was terrified of the tools and noise and work (big surprise) and he spent most of the day hiding in his crate. But I wasn't scared.
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<br />I helped.
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<br />I inspected the pieces, gave licks of encouragement, and stood right beside the big noisy saw without running away. I even made sure the tools were being properly rotated by bringing some of them down to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">livingroom</span> every now and then. Just to keep things fresh. Mommy laughed every time she came to get them. Silly Mommy.
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<br />When everyone left <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> was still too scared to go in the bedroom but I wasn't. Mommy and Daddy and I all sat on the floor and I gave it another important test. I did the nap test on it, and it passed. It would have been nice to sleep a little longer but Mommy thought I looked cute with my paws all curled up under my head, and then she told Daddy, and he looked at me and he laughed and called me a goof and then I had to get up and move.
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<br />I'm very sensitive in that way you know.
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<br />So, they are coming back to see me tomorrow and they might even put down some more flooring. I'll miss the old carpet though. It smelled like pee, and I have always found that somewhat comforting.
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<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> eventually did test out the floor, but he walked funny and kept his bum curled under. Apparently he's also afraid of floors. What a chicken poop.
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<br />Anyway, I should end this now. I'm hoping to get another round of napping in on my nice, cool floor.
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<br />Take care all. And have more floor naps.
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<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">ConstuctoRudy</span>
<br />Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-24533411719114775692011-08-17T10:18:00.002-05:002011-08-17T11:15:17.724-05:00MY MOMMY IS LEAVING US!
<br />I saw the pink flowered suitcase <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">thingie</span>. I know what that means.
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<br />She's leaving us again.
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<br />Hudson says it's forever.
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<br />He says it's because I was so much trouble this week. He says it's also because I peed on the globe light and now Mommy doesn't want to be here anymore.
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<br />He says it's all my fault.
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<br />I'm sorry Mommy. I'm sorry. It just looks so pretty when I pee on your globe lights. I'll try to stop. Don't go. Don't go. Don't leave me.
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<br />(I just don't get why <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> finds her leaving so funny. He loves her too, and he'll miss her, and he knows that DADDY never fills the water bowls so we'll probably die within a few days anyhow...)
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<br />Don't go Mommy. Don't go.
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<br />Why is this happening again? We need you home. Daddy doesn't do it right. Ever.
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<br />Take care all, and don't leave your family behind. It's not fair.
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<br />Rudy "I Pack Really Light and Would Love to Come Too" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Patootie</span>
<br />Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-59281126293627364522011-08-16T10:10:00.002-05:002011-08-16T10:18:22.751-05:00My Family Takes Really Good Care of MeWhy oh why do I doubt them?
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<br />Yesterday I wasn't feeling so well. Mommy immediately made an appointment for me to go to the vet. I was happy for the car ride, but I flipped out in the parking lot and behaved badly. Now they all think I'm a bad dog. Mommy says I need to learn to let this all go and try liking other dogs, and I know I should, but I just can't.
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<br />So I was rushed through the waiting room, and saw Dr. K. I don't know why I was so scared. He was so nice, but I dribbled pee when he first started checking me over. Why? Why did I do that? He was really nice. He petted me, and got down on the floor with me, and he really liked me. So what was I so afraid of?
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<br />He stuck a thermometer you know where, and even that wasn't as bad as it could have been.
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<br />I had a small <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">owie</span> on my tummy. He cleaned it up and put medicine on it and made it feel good. He checked me all over. He gave me some other medicine for my sore tummy and I enjoyed my dinner a few hours later, so that was a good thing.
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<br />Then these nice ladies held me in a wrestling hold and poked me with a needle. I didn't like it, but they patted me and kissed me and told me I was good, so it isn't like that was horrible.
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<br />Mommy says Dr. K is going to check my blood for illnesses you can get from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">woodticks</span>, just to be safe. You may remember that Mommy and Daddy took one off my beautiful nose a while back. Dr. K wants to make sure that I was just limping because I overdid it when I went roller blading, and not that there is something bad that a tick put in my blood.
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<br />I feel a lot better this morning. I'm looking forward to Mommy putting more medicine on my tummy.
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<br />I have a great family. When I wasn't feeling well they took me straight to the vet, and they didn't even gripe that it cost three hundred dollars! Think of how many cheeseburgers that would buy.
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<br />Mommy always says that now that I have a family they will always take care of me and love me and make sure everything is okay for me. I've been here more than a year and a half and they still do all that for me.
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<br />It's awesome.
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<br />Take care all. Be good to your family.
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<br />Family Man Rudy
<br />Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-56206120113494052902011-08-10T22:07:00.002-05:002011-08-10T22:11:35.792-05:00Mommy says Daddy is working late...I miss him so much.
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<br />I have been sitting at the window, waiting, since dinner. Now it's after ten and he's still not home.
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<br />Mommy told us he was working late tonight, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> says she's lying. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> says he's never coming home and that it's all because I peed on Mommy's fancy globe light last night. Smudgie says we'll never ever see him again and that it's all my fault.
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<br />I'm not sure why that would make Daddy run away. Last night he laughed and thought it was funny. It was only Mommy who was unhappy and she's still here and feeding us.
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<br />So Daddy, PLEASE come home. We miss you and cannot go to bed without you to snuggle.
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<br />My heart is breaking in two.
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<br />I'm sorry I peed on the globe. I'll never do it again....or if you really liked it, I'll do it from now on. Sorry Mommy.
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<br />Daddy......
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<br />Take care all....and always come home to your puppies.
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<br />Rudy, the Bereft
<br />Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-85681029482821356182011-08-08T11:00:00.002-05:002011-08-08T11:05:21.311-05:00Hudson Keeps Locking Me Out of the TV RoomI don't know what to do about this. When Mommy and Daddy watch TV upstairs they go into the TV room, and they invite us. I stay for a bit, but then I usually like to go check out the bedroom. I look out the window, and sleep on the bed, and chew my ring. I feel safe knowing where my uprights are if I need them.
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<br />But then, after a brief nap, I wake up and I miss them.
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<br />So I head over the TV room to see them, and when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> hears me coming he pushes the door closed.
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<br />That leaves me locked in the hallway.
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<br />Sigh.
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<br />I usually go to sleep outside the door, waiting for Mommy to take a bathroom break, or for Daddy to go for a snack, but it's so lonely.
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<br />Sometimes Mommy and Daddy notice that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> does it, so they come, open the door, and invite me in. When they do that my heart sings. But sometimes they don't notice. And sometimes he does it while I'm still on the bed and so they check and I'm not there yet and then they don't check again when I am there.
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<br />Why is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> so mean to me?
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<br />I kicked the door open a couple times and just walked in, and Mommy and Daddy praised me and said I was smart, but then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smudgie</span> gave me "the look" and now I don't open it myself anymore.
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<br />So, I am spending way too much time in the hallway away from my family. Oh woe is me. Woe is Rudy!
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<br />Can someone please come by and make Hudson be NICER!?
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<br />Take care all, and always check your hallways for loved ones. It's not nice to feel left out.
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<br />Long Haul Rudy
<br />Rudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140307530910598038.post-20417652662620728672011-08-05T19:27:00.002-05:002011-08-05T19:35:32.423-05:00I noticed I haven't posted any pictures lately, so here's one...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYHOOK1RCp1spjWGp5Dxce_axWZHSAwHDfYKQMmMSRmsU3iDrTVrTL-EGRCdr9f6FX44e4nIYy53J1ukhfKs52JlBqQn5mWiwbqbXTyLZ_pn5ZoZvuOx1dNmRh4t1kF3Ax81_xyQgrgE/s1600/Every+single+night.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637533975155482738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYHOOK1RCp1spjWGp5Dxce_axWZHSAwHDfYKQMmMSRmsU3iDrTVrTL-EGRCdr9f6FX44e4nIYy53J1ukhfKs52JlBqQn5mWiwbqbXTyLZ_pn5ZoZvuOx1dNmRh4t1kF3Ax81_xyQgrgE/s320/Every+single+night.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my friend Rack. He destroys our garbage every night. Smudgie and I bark at him sometimes, in the wee hours. I know Mommy and Daddy appreciate that.<br /><br />I overheard Mommy and Daddy talking a while back. They said that locking garbage cans would keep Rack from making messes, but then they said, "The little dude's gotta eat."<br /><br />I think my Mommy and Daddy are good people. They even take care of Rack. And I know Rack's not cuddly like we are.<br /><br />Take care all, and always care for others.<br /><br />Rudy, Interspecies Social ActivistRudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17250120191342707715noreply@blogger.com0