Humpff! Picked on for wearin' clothes!!

Recently, a chap I knows from here in blogville made a comment dat I wuz not da pup fur him cuz I likes wearin' clothes. Dis is true, I duz enjoy some cute duds. But just fur da record, dat is not why I always has to wear something.

See, I has bad enviromental allergees... real bad. My folks have spent big bucks tryin' everythin' short of da meds dat mess up yer immune system. Since I has a slight heart murmur I couldn't take dat Atopica or Alpoquel stuff evfun if I wanted... it would probably be a death sentence fur me.

Well, my allergees were pretty bad dis past year, despite all da holyistic treatments and allergee shots... I lost quite a bit of my fur on my back, legs, etc.... Now dat da vet has started me on sublingual allergee therapy, I's stabilized some and maybe some of my fur will grow back.

Which comes to why I always wears clothes... to protect my skin from sunburn and to protect me from myself. If I didn't, I would chew and scratch my skin somethin' awful. Plus da clothes help keep da allergens offa me... Dat's also why I's always gettin' baths, to get rid of the allergens.

Sorry if dis post aren't my usual funny stuff or kind of a downer, but my Momma gets sads cuz she makes Whitley and me all kinds of pretty dresses and usually I can't evfun wear dem cuz of my scratchin...

So if a guy pup don't like me cuz I wears clothes, dat's just fine with me. I knows I ain't as cute as I usta be, but my family luvs me just da way I is.

Before my allergies wuz so bad...

Nowadays...

As ya can see, I don't have the nice furs I usta have, my legs were totally hairless last fall but are startin' to grow some hair, and even my tail ain't as fluffy. If ya saw my back, you could see how the hair is so much thinner I might get sunburned if I didn't have some clothes on...But I's still da sweet pup I's always been...

Don't need no stinkin' boys anyway...

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

I TURNED EIGHT YESTERDAY!!!

Well, furst off, I turned eight yesterday!! Thanks to all da pups who wished me a happy birthday! I had a terrierific kind of day! Mr. Jack Freckles and his Momma made dis fur me-- thanks a bunch!

It started with our usual walk.... just cuz it's your birthday don't mean ya can neglect zombie patrol duties... so off me and Whitley went. Here we is, at da park near da school....

Lotsa times we see dis tuxxie cat... he comes ovfur to say hello... yesterday he heard it were my birthday and ran across the street to tell me "Happy birthday!"

We always stop fur some water on our walkies....

Of course, we had to tree all the zombie squirrels we saw... it are a tuff job, but we is up to it!

Once we got home we got some breakfast, and me and Whitley got some pancakes with a lil bacon...yummy!

I opened my presents, one at a time, all day long... I got a turtle from Maurice's momma, a fox from Whitley's momma, and a tigger, a pelican, and a chicken coop with a fox and hen that ya can pull outta it from my Momma and Daddy!! Here's a photo of me sitting with all my loot...

Then me and Whitley played pool ball-- she put pics up yesterday... and Momma fixed me and Whitley little cheezburgers fur our dinner!

After dinner, we each got a little bit of Blue Bell homemade vanilla ice cream--- delish!

All in all, it were a very good day to be Finley and be turning eight! 

Bark ya later, gators...

I IS ON DA MARKET AGIN, FELLERS!

Well, me and Whitley is still single.... Enid popped back up after bein' MIA fur a coupla months or years or sumthin, and Bertie informed me his heart belongs to Addi. Have you pups gotta a look at Addi? She looks like dat pit bull that chomped on da back of my neck while I wuz in my own front yard.... it wouldn't let go, and Daddy had to drop kick it offa me or I'd be toast. I wuz a'screamin' and Daddy knew it wuz tryin' to kill me, so he dropped kicked dat pit bull like he wuz scorin' da winnin' field goal! I digresses, but ya gets my drift of why I is skeered of a pup like Addi. While I do think Bertie is a real cutiepie, dere are a lot of fishes in da sea, and most of dem don't come with a great white shark attached!! If he prefers a gal whose breed is known fur bein' a gassy lassie, eatin' udder animals, and excessive droolin' instead of a cute lil scottish lassie from da highlands who he could go on varmint killin' expeditions with (notice I said varmints, not kitties or pups), well, there's no accountin' fur taste or da lack dereof....

So I's footloose and fancy-free...  I have some fun bein' single, flirtin' with cuties like Zaidiecakes or Sully or Jack Freckles, so many boy pups, so lil time-- like my Momma sez, life's a banquet, and most poor suckers is starvin' to death!...

Yep, da single life's fur me!

In udder news, y'all mighta heerd we gots us a new kitten! My Momma picked him out and he are real sweet. But cuz he's tiny, us pups is strictly snoopervised when 'round him. Whitley is her usual kitty-besotted self and I wish I could sniff him more than I gets to, but I think he'll do.... he seems like a keeper. His name is Crockett... my Texas pals will get why. We had Travis, now Crockett... guess if there's any more kitties added they will get names like Bowie and Houston and Lamar... bol!
Here's some photos of da lil guy and yours truly....

Me tryin' to get a good sniff da furst day he wuz home while he wuz in Whit's Momma's lap....

While he wuz sleepin' in Momma's arms, I wuz givin'  her dis face...

Can I sniff his heinie agin, Momma? Whadda mean, "No..."?

Cute, ain't he? I don't know when Whitley is gonna quit actin' like a groupie, though... that gal sure duz luv da kitties....

Bark ya later, gators...

DATE DAY~~ WE WENT TO A LAND DOWN UNDER!

It are Blogville Date Day, brought to us courtesy of Sarge!

Me and my BFF, Whitley, went on a plutotonical date with that handsome bloke from down under, Charlie! Isn't he swoonable?

His girlfriend, Enid, had been MIA for awhile and Charlie had been searchin' and searchin' fur his favorite Shelia... to no avail. Well, bein' smart Texas gals, Whitley and me wuz "johnny on the spot" and offered to stand in fur Enid... plutotonically, of course. The date evolved into a big pawsome party with a lot of cute blokes added to the mix, Zoe from Idunno, and some friends of Charlie's from Austrailia-- 2 blokes and a Shelia named Flossie! The more the merrier, I always say!

You can read all about the flight down to Oz on Whitley's blog... here... and the whole pawsome date on Charlie's blog here. OMD! Crikey, it were the best time evfur!! There were so many blokes on the date -- and so few Shelias--- well, I always luvs those kinds of odds!! The odds were good, even if the goods were odd-- bol! Just kiddin' fellas-- ya knows I luvs y'all. Besides Charlie, Zaidie, also known as HunBun to all the Shelias, (I's kinda had a thang fur HunBun fur years but he is always bein' distracted by those flutterin' eyelashes of Zoe's... look at him, isn't he cute? There's somethin' about a pup in a kilt!)

loaned us his jet, and flew ovfur to Scotland to pick up the handsome, charming,cute, debonair, suave, and delightful Bertie!! Isn't he just such a Spunk? (is that right, Charlie? duz dat mean good lookin'?)

HunBun also picked up Buddy from Canookistan, Zoe , of the flutterin' eyelashes, from Idunno, Mr. Jack Freckles from Mitch Again (isn't he dashing??? Gotta luv a varmint killer par excellence!).....

and the adorable Puff Darby, stuffy king! 

We wuz all missin' his beeyoutifull sisfur, Coco Rose, but we were so glad that Puffy went on our adventure with us. When we landed in Oz we met up with Flossie (anudder Westie!) and Clancy and Paddy and of course, our handsome host, Charlie!

Well, Charlie detailed the date, Whit the flight out, and it's my job to tell ya abouts the flight home... or at least our leg of da trip!

Furst, we boarded Zaidiecakes' lear jet... well, luckily Z-pup had brought along an extra pilot, cuz he were in no shape to fly da plane hisself! Dis were a great idea, cuz den we could all continue da pawtee on da way home cuz da pilot had been sleepin' whilst (got that one from Bertie!) we had been pawteein'!!! 

In honor of Charlie and his favorite Bellbirds, I mixed up a batch of Bellbird Cocktails... Here are da recipe, if any of ya wants to try dis at home...

Bellbird Cocktail

1 oz. Silver Rum

1 oz. Gold Rum

1/2 oz. Creme de Cassis ( or Raspberry Liquer)

1 oz. Cranberry Juice

1/2 oz. Pineapple Juice

1 cup Crushed Ice

Put it all in a cocktail shaker, shake, and pour into a glass or better yet, a Tiki Mug! 

Everyone wuz feelin' tired, happy, and very, very grateful to Charlie fur da most pawsomest of dates/adventures! It were so terrierific to spend time with all these very specialest furiends! Zaidie brought out his Karaoke machine-- oh dat wuz funny! Da more cocktails da pups drank, da more everyfur startin' singin' along! Later, Bertie regaled us all with his bloody good imitation of Benny Hill-- OMD, he is such a card!!  Zoe wuz flutterin' dose lashes of hers so much I wuz afeared she had developed a tic or sumthin'!! (And I ain't talkin' da blood-suckin' kind!)-- Ya think she'd of been worn out by her "adventure" in da bush with Clancy, but apparently, she were just warmin' up!!! Puffy wuz too busy countin' and protectin' his new stuffies to pay her much mind, but it didn't keep her from tryin'!! Buddy wuz plum worn out, and soon he wuz snorin' so loud dat we had to work our convos around his basso profundo snores!!

Our first stop wuz to touch down in New Mexico, where we deposited a sleepy and well-fed  Puffy and stuffies! As we had crossed into American airspace, Whitley and me went into the galley and whipped up some breakfast tacos fur da pups fur brekkie, we dinn't want anyone to have a "dingo's breakfast"!! ...

And they wuz only da beginnin'-- we wanted to make sure da pups all got home, safe and sound, and well fed! So we brought out some bacon from da New Braunfels Smokehouse... along with some Canadian bacon fur our Canookian furiends!

We also served up a variety of Mimosas and Bloody Marys...

We wuz preparin' to land at Luv Field, so we gave the pups still on board their boxes of beef jerky that we had already given to Charlie and his Aussie mates, and Puffy before he deplaned in New Mexico. Here is photo of our departin' presents....

Hope everbuddy else had as good a time as Whitley and me... it wuz, without a doubt, da bestest date evfur!!! It were bonzer-- it were grouse-- it were a ripper date!!! Thanks heaps, Charlie!! ( and a special smoocheroo to dat cutiepie, Bertie!!)

Bark ya later, gators!!!

Wordless Wednesday...

Well... not totally wordless, you know me! Here I is, a'sleepin on da back of da couch, belly up, the better to get belly rubs. Fur those of y'all who asked abouts my itchies, the sublingual allergy therapy seems to be helpin' me some... my paws aren't so red and da hair is comin' back in! Hopefully, they will keep workin' and I'll be my fluffy self once agin...

Limerick Day

My buddy, Oz the Terrier, is holdin' a limerick day contest. Well, I luvs to writes da limericks and have been known to write dem on many diff'rent subjects. So, without further ado, here goes...

I wrote some about myself...

There once wuz a Westie named Finn
A better pup there's never been
But when it starts to  rain
You could say she's a pain
Cuz "Not Me" becomes her best frien'...

There's one thing most every pup knows
Dat Mommas got da tastiest toes
But when Momma yells, "OW!"
Ya better stop now
Or into da hoosegow ya goes!

We got us a walkie today-- before the rains came and came and came...

Hey, anypup got a spare Ark handy?? Call Noah!! BOL!BOL!

Bark ya later, gators!

Black and White Sunday-- Happy Momma's Day!

Here I is, chewin' on one of da elk antler Whitley gots to review.... I gots to say, I likes 'em a lot. Momma sez I were actin' all psycho about it, gettin' a lil snarly if anyone looked at it too long. Well, I sez they ain't gonna steal my antler.  It are mine. 

Don't furget Whitley is havin' a giveaway of some of da antlers... if ya is in da USA, ya can enter it here...

Momma were bizee bein' spoiled by her girls today so's I just now got her to sit down and write my blog...
Hope all your Mommas had a good Mother's Day. Momma got Crabby Cakes Eggs Benedict fixed fur her dis mornin' by Whitley's Momma but she didn't share with me... rats!! All I got wuz to lick a plate-- but it were already clean cuz da hooman had eaten everythang!!

We's been gettin' lotsa walkies in lately, doin' our zombie patrols.. but it are supposed to rain fur the next coupla days.  I hates wet grass. If they wants me to install my yard art, dey could at least gives me a dry canvas...

Hope all y'all has a wonderfur week...

Bark ya later, gators!!!

My Sunshine Award

Yeesh, Momma is gettin' furgetful... seems Whitley awarded me da Sunshine Award and my Momma/secrementary nevfur got 'round to writin' down whut I had dictated... I tell ya, all dat gardenin' of hers is gettin' in my way-- today I had to wait fur zombie patrol while she hacked down some more of dose holly bushes (trees!) in da backyard. She don't like 'em cuz dey's huge and take up too much room and has prickly leaves... she wants sumthin' that blooms. If it don't bloom, she don't want it. (Well, she makes some exceptions to dat rule, but not many...) Hmm.... I better work on bloomin', I guess....

Back to my Award... Whitley of Whitley Westie gave me dis award...

Da Sunshine Award are given by bloggers to other bloggers dat dey admire.  Here are how dis award works...
1. Thank da person who gave you da award. So fanks Whitley!
2. Name ten things bout yourself dat others might not know.
3. Pass the award on to ten other bloggers (be sure to shows da Sunshine Award logo so dey can use it too)

1.  I loves tangerines! Most pups don't like citrus, but I comes runnin' when Momma sez, "Tangerines, Finley!!

2.  I quacks like a duck if I goes on a walk with just a leash and my collar... so I always has to use my harness and leash...hee hee...

3. I has been known to cuddle wiff cats...

4. I likes to steal my Daddy's spot in da big bed when he gets up to go to work...  I snuggle under da covers and duz my best Daddy impersonation, 'cept I don't snore...

5. I luvs belly rubs... I will give ya a quick kissie and den flop ovfur to gets my belly rubbed... which might explain #6...

6. I frequently sleeps belly-up... the better to facilitate belly-rubs??????

7. I has a deal where I sits upright next to ya in your lap like I was a hooman... the better for ya to rub my belly... Momma sez it comes from Daddy holdin' me like I wuz a hooman baby when I was a tiny pup... it progressed to me sitting up in his lap like I wuz a person...

8. I hates, hates, hates being rubbed with a towel. So when I gets my frequent waterboardin', they has to wrap me up in towels and hold me fur a while while I's blotted dry... I gots my peeple trained real good...hee hee...

9. I's a fearsome varmint killer... I's killed a couple of rats and a field mouse, too! Two shakes and they're done fur!! Then ya brings them to your folks and lays dem at their feet... they is overcome with emotion, I tells ya!!

10. I plays pool ball, Whitley taught me how...

But I ain't as nutso about it as Whitley is... I prefers to spend my time outside chilling on a lounge chair...

I's givin' dis award to....

1. Charlie down under

2.  Sully

3. Zoe

4. Buddy

5. Demon Flash Bandit

6. Lacey

7. Susie and Sidebite

8. Ruby

9. Bertie

10. Travis

Well, dat's all fur now.... except one more thing.... don't furget to take time to stop and smell da flowers... I duz that, too.....

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