A transplanted Floridian calls it as he sees it...

I promise to tell all! I'll be as rufff as I have to.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I got a phone call! My very first.

I went to the vet today, and I would love to tell you it went well, but I got snarky and snarled at three different dogs in the waiting room. Mommy and Daddy were not happy.

Then Dr. Moffatt was bending my back legs back and forth and I didn't like it. Daddy thinks I was thinking of snapping. I really wasn't, but I was so stressed at the vet that who knows what was going on. Mommy noticed my ears going straight back so she grabbed them and massaged them. That sure confused me, and so I stopped to think about it and suddenly it was all over. He gave me a cookie and told me I was a good boy. Huh?

The vet said that my knee pops sometimes and that it's totally okay and that Mommy should stop worrying.

So I never even got an X ray. So I don't know if you can order one with cheese or not.

He told Mommy and Daddy that this special medicine to make me calmer would be cheaper from the pharmacy than the vet clinic and left to make a call. Daddy took me to the car and I snarled at another dog when we left. It turns out that Mommy knows the uprights who live with that dog. She says she taught the little boy AND worked with his mom.

Boy, is my face red.

Anyway, when we got home the phone rang, and a lady said, "Hi, this is Safeway Pharmacy calling. We were just wondering if this is the house where Rudy the dog lives."

My Mommy laughed and said, "Why yes it is, did you want me to see if he can come to the phone?"

Then she and the lady laughed, but NO ONE PUT ME ON THE PHONE!

What is up with that? Harumpf.

Apparently there are two people with the same name as Mommy and they were calling to find out which one I lived with. But still...the call was for me. Why wasn't I put on the phone?

I've been here for a year and three months, and this is my first call. There's no telling how long I'll have to wait for the next one. It's so unfair.

Take care all, and be sure to put through calls and take careful messages.

Rudy, left hanging on the line

Monday, April 25, 2011

And my second post of the day....go figure

So I overheard Mommy and Daddy saying that I'll be starting ADHD meds tomorrow. I'm a little worried about this. I don't know what ADHD is, and I think I'm pretty awesome already, so I don't know why they would want me on meds anyway.

Hudson says it's because the meds will make me shrink. He says I'll shrink and shrink and shrink until I'm the size of a hamster and then he'll step on me and squish me.

He says it'll make up for all the times I've sat on him and all the times I've swatted him with my happy little tail.

I hope he's kidding.

Mommy and Daddy say that once the meds kick in I'll be happier and the world will be relieved. I don't know exactly how I feel about that either, but I think I'm being besmirched.

They also said that Dr. Moffatt will be checking out my hips. I think they are just fine. Does anyone else know a sheepie who can jump vertically more than six feet in the air? That's right...none.

I'll be getting something called an X ray. I hope you can eat them. I'd probably like mine with cheese. I don't know if you can order them like that, but I'll try.

When I asked Smudgie about it, he said that they shouldn't worry so much about my hips, but should be X raying my skull. I'm not sure it's really necessary to be quite so snarky about all this.

I'll have to be sure to sleep right on top of him tonight. That'll teach him!

Wish me luck at the vet tomorrow.

Take care all,

Rudy, looking forward to this X ray vision

Do you guys know about the Easter Puppy?



Apparently he comes on Easter morning and hides kibble all over your house. Then, good dogs (and Hudson) do a kibble hunt and get to EAT all the treats they find.


It seemed like hours and hours, but Daddy says it was only about half of one. We found kibbles on the chairs and on the coffee table, and behind the flower pots, and on the shelves (just the low ones) and even on the piano bench.


I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed so hard that I almost passed out. Mommy says half the carpet it still stuck up my nose. Ha. Ha. Very funny Mommy.




The sad thing is that apparently this only happens once a year. That's all. Just once. And I think that I'm a little nervous that some dog got in when we weren't looking, but since he left things instead of taking them I guess it's okay after all.




Take care all, and hoppy Easter!


Love, Rudy Patootie who didn't have to wear any stupid ears this year. Hmmmm...

Friday, April 15, 2011

Happy Birthday Auntie Brighit!

A little birdie told me it's your birthday. Have a very happy birthday! Be sure to save me some cake, or steak, or anything else that rhymes.

Take care!

Rudy, with party hat in hand

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Return of Evil Puppy

This really isn't my fault. It cannot be.

A few weeks ago I was joyfully running and bounding down the hallway and my delicate little paw got tangled in an extension cord that lead to a fan in our attic. I didn't mean to do it.

I kept running and this made the fan come flying out of the little attic door, and it hit the hallway wall, bounced, and hit the stairway wall. It took chunks out of both...right in the same places that Smudgie used to eat the walls when he was little. Daddy was mad, but he loves me and he forgave me. So it should all be good, right?

Nope. Yesterday Hudson decided that since he could see and smell the drywall he should start EATING it again. Daddy is sooooooo mad, and Mommy keeps giggling, which doesn't help. So now Daddy says that I, sweet Rudy Patootie, started it all.

Huh? I do not see how an innocent faux paw on my part could possible cause all this trouble. It's Smudgie. All the way.

Sigh.

Take care all, and remember drywall is NOT a nice light snack.

Rudy, the Demolition Dog

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Just a quick shaving update...

I am now totally naked. It's not too bad, but my ears are cold!

Daddy has now started on Smudgie, and it is NOT going well. I don't think I'm helping. When he works on Smudgie I get all upset that I'm not getting the attention so I push my way in and bat at Daddy and then Hudson uses that opportunity to run away and jump on Mommy and then Daddy yells at me, which is, let's face it, attention.

Right now he has one naked leg, a drafty bum, and a really bad attitude.

Take care all, and be thankful you are not named Hudson!

Rudy, who just really wants another day at the Daddyspa

I Really Have Been Slacking on my Blog

I really feel badly about not writing more in my blog. I'm not sure why it's been so hard to keep up. I promise to try harder from now on.

Things here have been crazy. My Daddy just accepted a new job, but he doesn't have to start there until May 2nd. He gets to stay at his old job until then. He says he feels he should get some time off in between, but Mommy keeps rolling her eyes and saying, "Get over it."


It's late Sunday afternoon, and all this past week Mommy's been home on something called Spring Break. I thought it would be more fun, but all she's been doing is stuff for her work, and running errands and going to appointments. I even overheard her say that it was a rotten break. And now, it's snowing and they're expecting two to five centimetres (I'll never understand the metric system...sigh) of snow.

Some SPRING break, huh?

There were a few bright spots.

The piano is back together but Mommy is still mad because the pedal squeaks. Apparently that was the one thing that mattered to her, and she makes sure to remind Daddy seven or eight times a day. He says the piano fixing dude (AKA PianoAndrew) is planning to come back for some fine tuning. We'll see who wins the great pedal debate.

And on Thursday, Grandma and Grandpa came over for dinner. Smudgie jumped all over them so I didn't and I came off looking like a good dog. I liked that. And Grandpa really, really likes me. It always makes me so happy to see him! When they came over I still had fur on my head and shoulders but nowhere else, so there were some inappropriate jokes about me being king of the jungle. Unnecessary to say the least. But now I'm totally naked, which really isn't better.

So that's about it for Spring Break. I did hear that it's all downhill to Summer Holidays now. Not sure what that means, but Smudgie did say the snow will go. I doubt it. There's still a bunch now, and this is Winnipeg after all.

Take care all...I'm heading out to eat some snow through the openings in my muzzle. Yum. Yum.

Rudy, naked but snow loving nonetheless

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Again I don't get it!

This man keeps coming over and taking apart Mommy's piano. She hasn't played it in weeks. Now it's in pieces, and clamped, and in the middle of the living room.

It's actually hilarious. Smudgie's afraid to even go in the living room. Tee hee.

The little part with the little hammers and brand new felt is on the floor, and it smells yummy and looks chewy, and every single time I get my teeth around it someone yells, "Leave it!"

If it's not for me to chew why is it on the floor?

Hmmmmmm?

Upright logic makes no sense to me at all.

Take care all, and remember, apparently pianos are not food. Harumpf!

Rudy, the piano tuna

Monday, March 21, 2011

She came back!

Will wonders never cease?

Mommy came back yesterday, around lunch time. She came back with Uncle Garth and lots of bags of stuff. She went shopping in Grand Forks, but didn't bring back any new cutlery.

I'm confused, but I don't care....SHE CAME HOME TO ME!

When I told Hudson how happy I was he laughed and called me a doofus. He says he knew all along. Could he just have been messing with me? I'm not sure. Why would a sheepie be mean like that?

Take care all, and kiss your Mommy today.

Rudy, no longer semi orphaned.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

My Mommy Ran Away!

She's gone.

Forever I'm sure.

I knew that things were too good to be true.

Yesterday she left with Uncle Garth, and her pink flowery suitcase. (Mental note: If I EVER see that pink flowery suitcase again I will PEE ON IT!) She got into Uncle Garth's car and I never saw her again.

Sometimes she goes places with him and comes right back, so I wasn't worried at first, but when it was time for bed and she STILL wasn't home, and Smudgie and me had to spend a whole day with just Daddy taking care of us (the horror)...I KNEW something was horribly wrong.

Smudgie says I am such a bad boy that I made her leave. He says it's all my fault because yesterday when she cut our toenails I didn't fuss and kick like he did. He says she likes that challenge, and if I make things too easy for her she'll leave. And he says that's exactly what happened.

Oh woe is me! Woe is Rudy!

I woke up this morning, hoping she'd be there. But she wasn't. Smudgie was right. She's gone.

I'm pretty sure that it's been weeks now...maybe even a month. I think I may have been so sad that I slept an entire month.

Oh Mommy, why did you go? Daddy said something about Grand Forks, but I KNOW we have all kinds of really nice cutlery here already so there's no way you went looking for special forks for us. That would just be silly.

It was nice knowing you Mommy. I'll remember you always.

Take care all, and don't let your Mommies out the door, just in case.

Rudy, the abandoned.