Dory's Birfday Pawty!!!

We all had a pawsome Chrissymus and I'll post about dat later. Today is Dory's Birthday Bash and dat is whut all of Blogville are barkin'-- and meowin'-- about! Here I is, in all my Chrissymus finery!!

I wuz gonna go to Dory's Party solo, cuz dere wuz dis incident where somepup tried to fix me up and it didn't go well....

But I must say, I can highly recommend da services of Ruby as Yente... she has excellent taste and matched me up wiff da wunnerful scottie dude named Braeden-- he's handsome, he's a terrierist like me, and best of all, he's a Texan-- he lives right here in da Metroplex like I duz!!

Isn't he dreamy, girls!! Right swoonable, he is!!

He evfun brought me these yellow roses!! Yellow rose of Texas, ya know??

We double-dated with his brofur Seth, and his date, Hailey.... and we brought his cute lil brofur, Riley, along, too! We all piled into da car and headed west-- it were one fun ride!! We stopped fur margaritas and some tacos in Albuquerque, swung past Vegas and hit the tables!! Luck was a Lady dat night!!  On ovfur to da Pacific Coast Highway and on up to da 101 all da way to Dory's place!!

Little did we know dat dose Orange bacon fiend brofurs of me and Whitley, Travis and Crockett, hitched a ride along to California fur da bacon, of course!! Dey wuz runnin' wild at da pawty, gorgin' on all da bacon dey could munch on!! 

Stinkers...bol! bol!! Looks like Crockett might be in a bacon coma...

Braeden and me had a pawsome time, and got our photo made in da photo booth!

We had lotsa fun Texas two-steppin', and I taughts him how to do da Finnigator-- where ya gits down on yer tummy like ya is an allygator and ya rocks yerself 'round da room in time to da music!! He were a natural!! 

We brought along some Texas barbeque-- brisket, ribs, chicken--- as a present fur Dory--- it were a big hit wiff all da pawty attendees!

Hope all y'all head on ovfur to Dory's and help her celebrate her birthday!!

Bark ya later, gators!!

Bakin', bakin', bakin', but no bacon....

Momma haz bin bizee bakin' lotsa Chrissymus goodies... She's made Spritz cookies (2 and a half batches), 2 batches of peanut brittle, 1 batch of pecan brittle, Bacardi Rum cake, Sandies (also known as Mexican wedding cakes), peanut butter blossoms (dey's got Hershey's kisses in da middle), Tollhouse cookies, Lemon Tea Bread, Pumpkin Bread... and da dough fur Sugar Cookies. Tomorrow she will bake those up and they'll git decoramatated.. Also will make Chocolate Marshmallow Treats, Mint brownies, fudge, divinity, Pecan Paulines, and who knows whut else in da next few days???

I's snagged a coupla bites of a few of da above treats... mostly a Spritz cookie here and dere... and anythang dat hits da floor-- bol!!

But dere were no bacon dis Saturday mornin' fur brekkiefast... and Travis was MAD! He ran ovfur to his bacon stashun and got in da "receeve bacon posishun" fur nuthin'.... well, Momma tried to give him a lil scrambly egg but after eatin' one bit, he took off in a huff and gave Momma da stinkeye!! It were hee-lare- ee- us!!

Momma jest gots home from da Central Market wiff 3 pounds o' bacon... so I guesses dere will be bacon tomorrow... And Travis just went ovfur to her in da living room and made nice.. It are amazin' whut sum pork will do for his Chrissymus spirit..

Udder dan dat, da weather's been crummy, so no zombie patrol. Whitley's Momma's bin amusin' hurself by posin' us in antlers and junk. Hey, I'll do 'bout anythang fur a cookie....

Gotta run and see if anyone has dropped sumthin' on da floor wurff eatin'....

Bark ya later, gators....

Miss Kyla... Furwell, my furiend...

Just got da news dat da wunnerful Miss Kyla made her trip to da Rainbow Bridge dis mornin'.

Dat sucks. Big time. She were one funny gal, always tellin' it like it is. Us Texans like dat in a pup. No bull hockey, just da troof like she saw it.

I hopes she is runnin' pain free at da Rainbow Bridge, gorgin' on green beans, and playin' wiff her bff, Kenzie. We sure will miss ya here in Blogville, Kyla.

I will do my best to carry on da terrierist tradishun here on Blogville in yer honor, Kyla...

Bark ya later, gators....

All I want fur Chrissymus.... well, addishuns to my list...

Y'all might recall my last post detailin' whut I wanted fur Chrissymus... da usual stuff, like toys, and yummies and junk like dat.

But it looks like I needs to add to my list. Ya don't think Santa Paws will mind, do ya?

Dear Santy Paws,
I knows I already hit ya up fur sum new toys, some yummies and all dat stuff.

Well, I still wants dat.

But could ya bring me sumthin' else?

See, my ear hematoma came back and now my right ear is all floppy. Whut wiff whut da allergeez has  done to my furs, I don't need no floppy ear. Da zombies might think I ain't lissenin' fur dem and takes advantage, ya know? I's startin' to look kinda like I's already bin ravaged by da zombie hordes.

So if ya can bring me sumthin to make my ear stand up agin, dat would be gud.

(Momma sez dat cuz da hematoma came back my ear just might alwayz be dis way... if dat's da case, well, den gives me sum more toys instead, okay?)

luv,
Finley aka Da Queen of Toys

In udder news, I sees Dory is havin' a big Chrissymus pawtee comin' up and Ruby is lendin' her Yente services to "fix" pups up.... I sure hope dey don't mean da same kind of fixin' like "goin' to da vet to get fixed"...har har!!  

I knows dey means matchmakin'... hope Ruby has better luck wiff her matches dan sum udder pup did when he tried to fix me up-- seems da boy pup had a skeery girlfuriend dat I dinn't know nuffin' bout, but boy did Blogville tells me whut wuz whut... and it ended wiff me gettin' picked on fur wearin' clothes-- which I has to wear cuz of my allergeez-- dey keeps me from chewin' on myself and helps me not to get sunburned in da summer since some of da hair on my back went AWOL and nevfur came back... I wishes I could wear da cute dresses Momma makes me, but dey is usually just worn fur photo ops...

So dis floppy-earred, clothes wearin' pup will be flyin' solo at Dory's party... or stayin' home wiff da Crockett. He and Angelique is too young fur such wild shenanigans anyways... young and impreshunable...

Well, maybe me baby-sittin' dem ain't such a good ideer afteralls, dem bein' impreshunable and all....bol!bol! Though I do knows how to keep an eye on 'em....

I guess Whitley has already showed y'all our tree... maybe I'll show ya sum udder decorashuns next time...

Bark ya later, gators!

My Santy Paws List

Daisy da Scottie wuz hostin' a Blog Hop 'bout lists fur Santy... well, as usual, I is late to da pawtee cuz my secremetary wuz all bizze today puttin' up da outside lights. At least, da is da lame-oh excuse she gave me.... I'll put up some photos of da lights once she finishes decoratin'-- should be dis weekend.

Now to da important stuff. My list fur Santy...

Unlike so many of my pals, I ain't selfless and gen-er-us, I's a terrier, and I's got a serious toy addikshun. Not gonna ask fur peace on Earth, cuz, let's face it, I likes a good kerfluffle now and then. Not gonna ask fur evfurrybuddy to luv all da dog breeds, cuz I's terrierfied of da bully breeds since one tried to eats me in my own front yard. I already gots to share da big bed wiff Crockett, so I ain't askin' fur any more critters here, although if Ally gits a new kitty, dat are fine, since he would sleep wiff her and dat would means more kitty fuds to try and steal-- I mean "share"...

So wiff dat intro, here I go...

Dear Santa,
I's been a gud pup dis year. Just ask Momma. I lets her waterboard me wiffout too much complainin'-- okay, I bites at da towels, but I hates towels. I been nice to da kitties -- well, if dey smacky paws me I duz tell 'em off, but I watches out fur 'em, too.... I is evfur vigilant fur zombiez and evful skwerrils and protects da homefront.
So I hopes my goodness will be richly rewarded.

Furstly, I wants toys. Lotsa toys. Ya knows how I luvs toys, Santa, and how I nevfur gits enuff. Why, Momma brought a bag home from da pet store a couple of days ago, and while da kitties wuz tryin' to git into my fud, I wuz tryin' to git da sweater outta da bag cuz I thought it wuz a toy. It weren't.

Next, some treats would be great. Peanut butter ones and Texas Toothpicks is my favorite.

Maybe some new clothes... but Momma usually makes my clothes. Maybe you could git her to werk on dat? And makin' me a dog bed? She made one fur Whitley, one fur Maurice-- it are past bein' my turn.

And git her to start bakin' dose Christmas cookies... maybe I can beg a few off da folks here and dere.

See how I's lightenin' yer load, Santy? All ya needs to do is light a fire under Momma and haff yer werk here is done!!!

So git dose elves to crankin me out some new stuffies and say "hi" to Mrs. Santy fur me.... duz she make ya good cookies? It sure duz looks like she are a wunnerful cook...bol, bol!

Here are a blast from da past... first photo is from 2009, me and my kitty pal, Jezebel... it are my furst Chrissymus wiffout my buddy....

Next photo is from 2010-- look how much hair I usta have... durn allergeez!!!

Bark ya later, gators!!

SEPIA SATURDAY and CLEARIN' UP SOME CONFOOSHUN

Happy Sepia Saturday, Evfurryone! Well, we gots a walk today and it were a bee-you-ti-full day.. in da 70s and sunny. We don't has the pretty colored trees dey gots in New England ( I wents to visit Whitley in Boston one October when she and her Momma lived dere and we wents to New Hampshire... real purdy colors dat time of year).... but we gots some purdy trees here, too...

Dese trees is on our walk today... see how blue da sky is?? It were nice and breezy, too, and da wind wuz kickin' up da leaves... I wuz sportin' my Steve Jobs look... a black turtleneck jumpsuit... I thinks I's kinda stylin'....

Hey, if any of you pups likes to wear cute tshirts and hoodies, head on ovfur to Ruff Ruff and Meow.... if you use da code BLACKFRIDAY at checkout, ya saves 50% on evfurrything in da store thru Sunday night. As fashion directors of Blogville, me and Whitley directed da Mommas to buy us some new duds and thought we'd share the sale and discount code with all y'all.... Happy Shopping, evfurryone!!

And just in case any of ya don't get ovfur to da blog of da kitties, Lone Star Cats, here is a recent photo of my lil brofur, Crockett.... he sure is growin' up fast. Sometimes we sleeps up next to each other in da big bed wiff my Momma and Daddy...

Which brings me to da last part of my post... and I's tryin' to clear up some confooshun. See, I belongs to my Momma and Daddy, and so does Crockett.   Whitley and Travis belong to my Momma and Daddy's daughter, Kim. 

Both my Momma and Whit's Momma make der own Chrissymus cards and keep a list of people and furs they sends 'em to.... somehow, when we joined up to da Chrissymus card list fur Blogville, evfun though we did it separately, they lumped all us pets wiff my Momma, Donna.

But Whitley and Travis belong wiff der Momma, Kim. 

Us pups, bein' terriers,  don't really likes to share... we rips toys in haff when we tries to boff play wiff 'em at da same time.....

So, if ya sends Whitley's card to her and my cards to me, ya will get a handmade card from each of da Mommas... if not, well....

We'll have a tug of war and yer card will probably meet da same fate of many a toy in da toy hospital, ya know?? Bol!!

Bark ya later, gators!!!!

Wordless Wednesday (almost)

First she gives me a baff, and den she wakes me up to take my pichur... yeesh.

Rain, rain, go away....

Well, it are rainin' here today, and as some of ya who know me better know, I don't do rain. Nope, hate it, hate wet grass, tippy-toe thru it like it is a disease. So we is stuck inside wiff no zombie patrol and a nasty gray day outside. Fur some reason, Momma thought it would be a good time to waterboard me... I think dat dumb rain gave her the ideer wiff all da drip, drip, drippin' it wuz doin' on da skylight... sigh......

So I got waterboarded in Dad's shower, using da new shampoo wiff da Evenin' Primrose Oil and den swaddled all up like a baby in layers of towels and put in da middle of Momma and Daddy's bed to wait fur my clothes to come outta da dryer. Here's my AFTER picshure, all clean and sweet smellin'...

I's smilin' cuz I's glad da torture is ovfur!! Well, not really ovfur since it are still rainin' and Momma just drug me out to do my bidness... which I hate doin' on a wet canvas. You would think she could dry the lawn fur me or sumthin'... nope. Wet grass. Yuck.

In better news, my ear hematoma has gone down... all by itself (well, along with some Traumeel liquid I took, too).. no cuttin', no stitchin, no pain. It were my right ear, and you can see in the photo above that almost all da puffiness is history... 

I wanted to share dis photo of a re-bloomin bearded iris we gots in da front yard. It are kinds unusual dat da "repeat" iris actually do repeat fur us here in da Big D area.

Speakin' of da garden, Momma has ordered a kazillion bulbs fur plantin' fur Spring blooms... toolips and dutch iris and daffydils... along wiff da daylilies she gots in pots and da bearded irises in pots, too, dat are a whole lot of gardenin' she gots to do in da next coupla months. She are gonna be one bizzee bee and I's gonna be bizzee snoozin on da lounger-- I mean snoopervisin' her work... She gots to go put da toolips in da fridge fur chillin' cuz it don't get cold enuff here...bol!

I met a new pup on here recently, name of Frisbee Bradley... Frisbee writes some real entertainin' entries and I sure would appreciamatate it if y'all could go ovfur and visit Frisbee's blog and leave a comment.... new bloggers can always use some encouragement, ya know? (Just click on da link-- Frisbee's name...)

Bark ya later, gators!!

A Limerick fur Kyla

Kyla da Scot is a wise-crackin' pup
Her quips and comments always crack me up
So I's not gonna be sad
I's gonna try to be glad
Here's to Kyla--all raise up yer cup!

Today we's been celebratin' our furiend, Kyla, who we all hopes is gonna defy all dem doctor's and be wiff us fur quite some time....

But we wanted to celebrate her while she can enjoy da pawtee wiff us and pawticipate! Me and Whitley are hosting da pub fur dis occashun and we's stocked up on libashuns!!

So head on ovfur to Whitley's page fur some liquid refreshments if ya hasn't already... or c'mon back fur second, or thirds...

And since I missed out on da floral deliveries due to my secrementary's failings, I wanted to send dese flowers to Kyla... a bluebonnet bouquet from deep in da heart of Texas wiff luv and affeckshun from deep in my heart to her... In fact, I's sendin' ya an entire field of bluebonnets, Kyla!

(Now if I can just figger out how to load an entire field into a truck....)

Bark ya later, gators!

Dose sneeky kitties...

Sorry fur da confooshun... if any of ya saw dat Crockett posted in MY blog, well, I shooed him ovfur to his own blog, Lone Star Cats... dat's where he's supposed to write his stuff... not on MY page.

Kitty brofurs... sigh..........

Bark ya later, gators..

UPDATE ON CROCKETT

Update on Crockett: He gots hydrated and lots of immuno-support drugs at da vet-- he ate some food dere dis afternoon. He's home now and just ate some more-- wiff gusto.

 Anyone who has had a cat with FIP will understand why we wuz worried. Now we just hope for the best and dat he stays as healthy as he seems right now.

Thanks fur all da prayers and POTP... please keep both him and Travis in your prayers... we wants dem to stay healthy and not get dat #$%^&*&^%(@!!#$%! FIP!!!

 Much luv to y'all-- we's so grateful fur all da furiends we's made here in Blogville and on Dogster/Catster...ya means da world to us...

 Bark ya later, gators...

Please Pray for Crockett..

This morning Crockett didn't come out for breakfast like he usually duz... he just stayed under my folks' bed and Momma had to pull him out. He turned away from his food.....

He is at the vet's now... he has a slight fever. We are all hopin' and prayin' that he doesn't have FIP-- little kittens like him are more susceptible. Momma is cryin' and ev'rybuddy is very, very worried...

If you could spare a prayer or power of the paw for my lil buddy I would really appreciate it....

 Bark ya later, gators...

Maurice are Crossing the Bridge today

Well, my Momma just got off da phone with da specialist vet dey took Maurice to last week. His test on his fluid came back and confirmed what they already knew. Strongly positive for FIP. Maurice has been really going downhill yesterday and last night. All night I stood guard ovfur him cuz dat is whut I duz.... I guards da old or sick kitties from playful kittens dat don't quite unnerstand dis whole dyin' thing and think dat maybe if dey just got Maurice to play or sumthin' he would be all better. It ain't Crockett's fault, he's just a lil guy, but Maurice didn't need no hasslin' wiff. So if he came ovfur to bug him (only did it once), I just kind of ran him off a lil... Whitley tried to lay as close to Maurice as she could git wiffout botherin' him... she sure duz luv dose kitties and I thinks her poor lil pup heart is breakin'... He sure is leavin' giant holes in everyone's heart and huge pawprints to fill...

Da folks have called da vet and made arrangements... Maurice will be crossing da Rainbow Bridge at 11:00 am this morning...

Dis place just won't be the same wiffout da King of Cats, da MoMan, Mr. Elegance, da Cat who Hugs, Mr. Gorgeousness..... our Maurice Louis....


We'll miss ya always, big guy....

Updated: On da way out da door to da vet, dey let me and Maurice sniff noses one last time.... he reached out wiff his paw and tapped my nose gently...one last smacky paw for ole time's sake.... just like the very first time I met him, when he weighed all of 2.5 lbs... came right in and owned da joint, smacky pawed both of us pups.... dis time, it were more of a gentle good-bye between furiends.....

Bark ya later, gators......

My buddy Maurice.... he's fading fast....

Hi pups and kitties... I know Whitley and da orange boys have told y'all 'bout how Maurice is doing and it ain't good.

He seemed to be feeling worse today.... not even interested in the tuna broth my Momma made him... and dat kitty luved da tuna!

Da hoomans are thinking dey may have to help Maurice cross da Bridge tomorrow and take him in to Dr. Shawn...

First I'm gonna show ya some recent photos of my Maurice...

My Momma and Maurice... I think she were talkin' to him here... hope she weren't singin'-- he's sufferin' enuff already....

Even sick, he still are gorgeous....

I know this one is fuzzy, but I includes it cuz I wanted to show how much Crockett luvs MoMan... he sure is gonna miss him.... Sometimes it seems like he unnerstands dat Mo ain't feelin' good, and sometimes he don't-- I had to chase him offa Maurice once last night. But he are a kitten and still learnin' things... 

Oh noes... I just realized Travis is gonna be his only role model... dere goes all da food in da house.

Today they took Maurice out into da sunshine in da backyard. He is an indoor kitty and ain't nevfur been outside.... he ain't nevfur evfun tried to go outside... he wuz happy just bein' wiff his Momma....

Momma sez she noticed dat his black fur was iridescent... shone with blue and green highlights like a black swallowtail butterfly or a crow feather... so pretty.... He seemed to perk up a bit outside...

Ya can see how much thinner he is in these photos than da ones I's gonna post below... dey is some of my favorite photos of da big dude....

Here he is with Charlie and Jezebel-- we thought it would be a dozen years before he joined them at the Rainbow Bridge.....

Dis photo was July-- see how different he looked?

And I'm gonna close wiff one of my favorite memories..  It wuz last Christmas, after all da present openin'.... me and Maurice sittin' in front of da window, tryin' to come up wiff a plan to rid da Earth of Sassy Skwirrel, right outside da window.... I wuz gonna chase ole Sassy right up to Maurice and let him have first pounce, den I would finish him off wiff da ole Shake Shake.... sigh......we nevfur got dat old Skwirrel but he's gone anyways....

Look at dat skwirrel-- tauntin' us on Christmas Day!

Well, I gots to go and try to comfort da hoomans... I's sure gonna miss da big guy, he were taller and longer dan me-- it were nice havin' such a big kitty furiend.... Luv ya always, Maurice...

Bark ya later, gators....

UPDATE ON MAURICE.... AND IT'S BAD, REAL BAD....

Well, puppers and kitties, it's been a regular waterworks 'round here today... as I wrote in my earlier post, our Maurice is very sick. Our regular vet, Dr. Shawn, called up Momma 'round noontime and wanted her to come get Maurice and take him to da internist-- so he could get an ultrasound ASAP.

So she and Whit's Momma and Maurice's Momma went and got Maurice and took him to da internist.  Da electricity was off in dat nayborhood and people were just breezin' thru da non-workin' lights instead of stoppin' like it was a 4 way stop like they's supposed to... twits.

So dey got dere and trudged up da stairs (no elevator since no electricity) and den da waitin' commenced cuz dere wuz no electricity to do an ultrasound wiff.... just when dey wuz gonna give up and go home, it came back on. It was on fur a half hour and went off agin.... luckily, dey had done Maurice's ultrasound in dat time... and draw some of da fluid dat had been accumulatin' in his tummy area for tests.

Now some of you who has kitties may be aware of a rare but deadly condition called FIP-- well, dat's whut dey fink Maurice has... all da symptoms fit. Da test probably won't be back until Monday...

If it's FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis) dere ain't much dey can do for Maurice... right now he's on steroids and Baytril to maybe help some. But it's a fatal disease, and he may only have a matter of weeks, if that....

So ev'rybuddy 'round here is beyond sad... and wiff some udder bad news his Momma got last week, well, it's just too %$(*&^%$# unfair-- dat Maurice and his Momma are quite da pair-- he spoons her when she is sleepin' and gives ev'rybuddy who picks him up a hug-- honest he duz, he puts a paw on each side of da neck and just tucks his head under their chin... it are beyond sweet... She is also purdy short, just shy of 5 feet tall, and dat Maurice he is one long dude... 42" from nose to tip of tail... so when she held him she really had to boost him up to her shoulder... made him look evfun gianter dan he is....

So y'all will forgive us if we ain't on too much in da comin' days or weeks.... we is gonna be spendin' all da time we can wiff da Mo Man...

Love ya, big guy....

Bark ya later, gators..........

Our Maurice is a very sick kitty.....

Well, pups and kitties, I ain't been on here much cuz in addishun to da remuddlin' guys and da painters-- who came yesterday and who we barked like crazee at!--- we got udder thangs on our minds..

And da biggest is Maurice da kitty. He is sick-- very sick. When we gots him home from da vet yesterday he just seemed kinda tired and limp.... he did eat some chikin livers Momma fixed fur him but dat wuz about it.

So dis mornin' Momma called da vet to see if his tests showed anyfing.... well, da answer is we gots no answers. We eliminated some possibilities-- like kitty AIDS or leukemia-- but da bad news is his white blood cell count is WAY higher..... 56,000!.... so dey is tryin' to schedule an ultrasound to see if dey can see anyfing dat would cause dat...

Y'all know whut dat means.... dey is lookin' fur cancer, among udder things...

Da hoomans is cryin', cuz Maurice is just such a young guy, only 4, and dis just seems like a raw deal.

So if ya can spare a prayer or good thought fur a sweet kitty who gives hugs, has been known to try to bark like a Westie, and is an all around good guy, we would appreciate it. He needs all da Power of the Paw he can git...

Bark ya later, gators....

Hee hee... Dogster named me Dog of the Week... and udder News!

Got a chuckle fur ya former Dogsterites.... I got named Dog of da Week... course it's a Ghost Town ovfur dere, but better late than nevfur.... maybe... bol! bol!

It's been a bizee week 'round these parts... Maurice da kitty gots sick and wasn't eatin'-- so everfurry day dey carted him to da vetman to get pumped full of vitamins and meds and fluids. He weren't too pleased wiff dat.

Da good news is dat he seems to be on da mend and eatin' again... thank goodness, cuz his vet bills mighta been cuttin' into my toy budget, ya know??

Da roofers came here last week and put in a new roof... dis week da repairmens came and replaced da soffits dat dose nasty varmint skwirrels chewed holes in (cuz a couple of da old gutters sprung leaks and softened up da wood)...boy, dose skwirrels do some serious damage... grrrrrr..... wish dey would come down onto da ground where's I could give dem da old shake-shake! Skwirrels is nuthin' but rats in fancy duds... crummy lil varmints. On da good news front, when replacin' one area of soffit, I thinks da repair dudes found Fat Sassy Skwirrel-- da one dat wuz always tormentin' me and Whitley-- yep, dey found him-- or whut wuz left of him. Da pest control guys put out some rat bait stations (don't worry, dey are in areas us pups can't get to) and Sassy Skwirrel musta ate some of it... bye, bye, Fat Sassy Skwirrel!! And good riddance to bad varmint!!

Da repair dudes also put in a new door in da sunroom and took out da old ac/heating unit in there cuz when we had an air-conditioner/furnace replaced, we sized up and extended da ductwork into da sunroom.... no need fur a motel type unit in there nomore.

Next week da painters will come and paint da outside of da house... dat sounds like more excuses fur barkin'-- not like Whit needs an excuse, but I duz. And den da gutter guys will come after dat and put on new gutters.

Da old place oughta look purdy good -- well, from da outside anyways--- when it all gets done.


Oh, I almost furgot to tells ya... evfur heard of lay-zee- boys? Momma gots a couple of new ones-- rocker recliners... I luvs it, I tells ya! It are real nice to crawl up on Momma and lay down on da wide arm and get rocked to sleep... just like a babe... ahhhhh..... dat's da life! See-- don't I looks comfy?

Bark ya later, gators!

I's an Influenshul Blogger!! Well, dat's whut da kitties sez....

Thanks to my kitty pals, Travis & Crockett, fur nominatin' me fur da Most Influenshul Blogger Award!! Yippee!! I luvs gettin' awards!!

(Though I suspect dose kitties is butterin' me up so's I looks da udder way whiles dey steals da bacon! Dat's whut one of dem did on Saturday-- a whole piece went missin' and Crockett were caught up dere in da middle of eatin' about a third of anudder piece. My money is on Travis fur da whole missin' one since he were snoopin' up dere and den he ran off -- probably wiff dat piece of da bacon in his mouff....)

So I's supposed to nominate 10 udder bloggers-- which I will, at da end of my post, and tell ya my favoritest song.

Hmm... dat are kinda hard since I likes a lot of songs (I's got a speshul song Momma sings to me, "Finny Face"-- to da tune of "Funny Face"... "I luvs yer Finny Face...".... but luckily fur you guyses, nobuddy have evfur recorded Momma singin' it... probably cuz it would break da recordin' equipments....)....

So which song to pick? As ya probably knows, I's a proud Texas Terrierist, born right ovfur in Cowtown, also known as Fort Worth.... so it's only right dat my favorite songs is about my home state... Texas.... Da furst is a lil ditty 'bout bein' from Texas... hee hee....

Next up is one from Mr. Willie Nelson....

And dis last one is from King George, Mr. George Strait... it sums up how I feels 'bout my Momma and how she feels 'bout me...

Hope ya pups enjoyed da musical interlude... 

Here's a photo of me...chillin' wiff my chicken. Today were a purdy chill day.. well, aside from da fact it were in da 100s! We went on our early mornin' zombie patrol, and Whitley barked at evfurrything and did a zombie imitashun by refusin' to move... Okay, maybe it weren't a zombie imitashun, cuz evfun zombies move in a kinda shufflin' walk and she were plankin'.... Ya heard 'bout plankin', ain't ya? It were a craze a coupla years ago, where ya lays down like a plank in da road, a yard, wherevfur... Whitley seems to have decided to get in on da craze a few years late, but whatevfur...

Now fur passin' dis award forward.... I gives it to....

1. Goose

2. Bella
3. Fizzy
4. Bertie
5. Hazel
6. Misty
7. Freckles
8. Jelly
9. Duncan
10. Ruby

Bark ya later, gators... and don't go plankin' in da middle of da road...

Gone too soon....

Such sad news today... our pal, Jazzi, has gone to da big taco stand in da sky.... Hope ya gets yer fill of tacos, Jazzi... we sure is gonna miss ya... sniff, sniff... evfurrybuddy 'round here has got da leaky eyes...

Here's lookin' at you, Jazzi.... I'll miss ya, buddy....

Bark ya later, gators.....

YER VOTE IS NEEDED!!

Please, pals, can ya do me a favor? We has a cat buddy, Inky, who is in a contest. See it here--Cat Contest. Inky is the Number 6 photo... If you can just scroll down dat page and click da button next to his momma's name, Laura Strickland, and then hit the vote button, I would greatly appreciamatate it!!

Packages in da mail-- and they's fur me!!

On Tuesday and Wednesday, da Fed Ex man rang our doorbell... Well, ya pups know Whitley and me-- we commenced to a'barkin' and run dat dude right offa our property! Ya can't be too careful wiff dose delivery dudes... dey could be zombiez in disguise!!

Dis one went and left some packages fur us.... Dis wuz da package on Tuesday...

Hmm... wonder whut's in dere....

Look at dis... a nicely wrapped package....Momma were very impressed wiff da presentation, she said.. and the weight-- this sucker was heavy!! Da tag says PawNosh... hmmm... dat looks like how I'd spell dat frenchie word panache.. clever....

Open it, Momma, hurry up!! 

It are a new drinking bowl! Ain't it purdy?? 

Look evfun Crockett gots to check it out!!

Fill 'er up, Momma, so's I can try it out! Quit photo-bombin' me, Crockett!!!

 Yummy! Dis bowl gets da Finley slurp of approval!!

And on Wednesday, we gots anudder package from PawNosh and dis one had 2 boxes inside....

Two smaller bowls dis time... fur me and Whitley to eats outta...

And once again, a kitty has to check it out... today it were Travis...

Us pups ate out dinners that night outta da bowls and we ate ev'ry kibble... we sure likes da purdy glass bowls from PawNosh and Momma luvs 'em... she says they comes with a lifetime warranty and they are so nice and heavy! All of us critters like da water bowl, it keeps da water nice and cool-- evfun Maurice has drunk from it-- and dat's sayin' sumthin'!!

If you is interested in gettin' yer own bowls, go on ovfur to da PawNosh website. They is on vacashun now so they's running a special until August 26th-- 15% off with da code BEACH15. Momma plans on getting some small bowls fur da kitties, they calls dem da Cubby Bowl. Da big bowl is called da Cubby Bowl Deluxe. 

All da bowls is made from recycled glass, and dey comes in orange or green as well as aqua. They each have a number etched on da bottom and come wiff a certificate of authenticity and a lifetime warranty against breakage. They is hefty and well-built, as well as good-lookin'. Dishwasher safe, but no microwave or oven. Glass is da safest things fur us pets to eat out of... it's da onliest thing da FDA regards as generally safe fur hoomans. 

Actually, I just think Momma thinks they is purdy... she has a thing fur shiny objects...

(Oh, and dis review is just cuz we likes 'em, we didn't get 'em free or nuthin'....)

Bark ya later, gators...