Quickie Mr. Update!

Just a quick update to let everyone know the Mr.'s cardiac ablation procedure was a success and he now has rhythm. Watch for him on Dancing with Stars or that other dancing show. I am hoping he will be home by New Years Eve...we gots bowl games to watch on the biggie TV.

Lots love to everyone!

Bonnie

What the....?????

Look at this!!! I don't know where he came from, but if his snout shows up in this house, he's one dead dog walking! How come HE gets to stay with my Mr.??? And I don't! There is just something wrong with all that. I'm gonna grab him by the scruff of his well groomed neck and just give him a wee shake.

Bah Humbug.
I have not had a very Merry Christmas....although SHE did come home Christmas night and stay with me n Puffy. And she gave us nice pressies and nummer cookies. But there wasn't any ham or turkey or dressing and we were lonely. She's been staying with the Mr. And the idiot Marine has been sorta taking care of us, but only the BAREST of doggie care.

My Mr. is going to have another surgery thingy in the morning. They had to call in an electrician or something like that and She says they are gonna shock each heart chamber to try and get him some rhythm. Please keep him in yer pawreyers for a bit more?

SHE wants to let everyone know she has enjoyed following everyone's Christmas antics and good wishes. The hospital has wifi, but it's v e r y s l o w......and she said we will get back to posting once things have settled down a bit.

All my best wishes for a great new year for everydoggie bloggie!

Bonnie

Another Mr. Update

Just a quickie....she blows in and outta here like the wind. I've spent so much time in my crate, I rebelled yesterday and tossed my cookies and marked my spot in my crate. yuckkkie. I've never done that before....I DON'T LIKE STAYING IN THE FREAKIN CRATE THIS MUCH!!!

Anyways, the Mr. is having a bit of trouble....something about tackie rythems.....(he can't dance at all, so we knew that!)...and blood pressure too low ....and wanting to shock his heart. He's a bit queasy from the meds and they won't let him eat anything....she says he's getting grumpy and when he's grumpy he doesn't want to play nice.

If you could keep him in your pawreyers a bit longer, I'd be ever so appreciative.

In the meantime, somebody send me a hack saw so I can bust outta here.

Bonnie

An update on the Mr.

If I could zoom zoom around the world and give everyone that pawrayed for my Mr. a soft woofie kiss, I'd be off n runnin' like the wind right now!

I am soooo happy to report that his valve replacement surgery was a success! During the operation the Dr. discovered the other valve wasn't doing so hot either, so he fixed that while they had the Mr. in the operating room. He was awake around 5ish today and by the time She and my bros and sissy left tonight, the nurse had him sitting up for a bit. They hope to move him out of the CV ICU by tomorrow afternoon if everything goes as well as it is right now.

soft woofie kisses to the world,

Bonnie

peesessss....SHE wants to say something.

"We are so incredibly blessed by the outpouring of kindness and love from all the doggie bloggie friends. We thank you so much for your prayers for the Mr.'s surgery and recovery. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas season and enjoy your family and friends, 2 legged and 4 legged."

Pam and Rich aka SHE and Mr.

Photo shoot....shot...not...pooey

How to have a PERFECT photo shoot for a splendid Christmas card.

Take one well behaved Scottie....(hahahahhahaaaaa)

Add one cute hat....

Take lots of photos of same Scottie who turned into a whirling dervish.

She finally wore herself out.

Not that the photos improved any.

Sometimes it's just a bad hat day.

For those that have stuck with us this far, I have a Mr. update. He doesn't have any blockages, etc that would require stints or surgeries, but will be having a valve transplant this Friday. They wheeled him straight from the Cath lab to CV ICU. He isn't the most compliant patient, so the ICU nurse had me take his clothes out to the car. He wants to check himself out and do this in 2 weeks. It's soooo not happening. Anyways, if you could keep him in your prayers for good surgery this Friday, I'd really appreciate it. Because he's gone so long and kept putting this off, its now a high risk surgery.

Bonnie will be back to her regular updates soon.

Thanks so much for your kind support,

Bonnie's support staff

So much to do...so little time!

So much to do.......gotta shop for pressies, find the cards, address and mail them, bake cookies and fruit cakelets, decorate the tree and the house, unpack the Christmas china...oh wait, the Mr. is checking into the hospital tomorrow for more tests. My world is just turned upside down! I guess all the Christmas stuff will hafta wait a bit.

Here's out wee little sad tree. She got it last Wednesday at the grocery store. They were about to run out of trees so she got the Marine to help her haul it home and get it setup. While he was getting it all squared away, Puffy decided to water it. They had to hose it down before they brought it in the house. It was nekked for her Saturday Christmas party. It's a good thing she's got friends that thought it was fun to have a nekked tree. Two of her friends gave her some ornaments as pressies. Good thing. Sunday she bought some lights for the poor little thing, but not enough. The lights only covered up 2/3 of the tree. Yeah, there are lights and ornaments in the attic. More on that below.

And there it sat for 2 more days. Lights 2/3 of the way up the tree. It would probably get done quicker if I did it myself.

Here is out pitiful tree with lights all over and the same 2 ornies. Lame. See, the Marine was supposed to get the stuff out of the attic. He saw 'something' skittering in the shadows and decided retreat was the best part of valor. He hates creepy crawlies. Doesn't mind going to war and living in the dirt, but nothing that 'skitters'. He did manage to grab the tree stand on the way down the ladder.

Guess what time it is? It should be my time to actually DATE a real live breathing hunk of Scotlands best....the terrier named after the country. But noooooooo.....dating is on hold.

I'm gonna leave ya'll with a parting shot of a come hither look.....sigh....that's all it is, a look.

Wishful thinking.

Bonnie

It's MY Barkday!!

Today is my barkday! I am 2 years old! Finally! Now I can DATE!!! For real! The Mr. promised when I was 2 I could get a real boyfriend. However, SHE says not to get my hopes up so soon, cuz the Mr. has to be all better before I even start flirting. She is such a spoil sport.

I have lots of things to catch up so this will be a hodge podge bloggie update.

First there was the....ummmm.....flea incident. She thinks the idiot Marine let us walk in the neighbors yard and they have large outdoor doggies. Somebody got a flea while she was with the Mr. in the hospital. Somebody shared the flea with ME! I got the major itchies. Puffy too. We convinced the IM that he didn't need to brush us while she was gone. Well, as you can see from this photo, the mats got out of hand with all the nibbling and scratching. My beardie is all over the place. Last week she spent 2 days combing us out slowly and then hauled my fluffy fanny off to the groomers for a flea dip, clip, etc.

Look! It's the dreaded bows again! Can somebody explain why the groomers over accessorize? I mean, bows or bandana, but not both. Makes me look like a cross dresser on steroids. And people, please, pay attention to the color of the collar and leash? Pink/purple plaid does NOT go with with Christmas red and green.

All dressed up for Christmas....for about an hour. Then the bows mysteriously dissapeared.

Puffy even got his hairs all cut off. Washed, dipped, treated. It was an all day adventure. She did it herself. Can'tcha tell? Ragged Andy looks better. We still have some itchies. She's hoping it's cosmic fleas, but just in case, she's treating the carpet around our beds and crates with Borax tomorrow. And re-washing all the bedding.

Did you watch the end of Monk? I did. I love watching TV with the Mr. I bark at that kitty litter commerical, you know the one where the kitty recruits the bloodhound to sniff out the litter-box? I know...it just proves how blonde I can be sometimes. I even go look behind the TV when the kitty walks off screen. Blonde to the bone.

Here's a fanny furry shot for all you hunky guys! Did you know I have these adorable dimples on each butt cheek? You can only see them when I'm fresh from the groomers. My fanny skin is black so they really show up nice, don't you think? Eat yer heart out guys!

I've done lots of theraputic snuggling with my Mr. She even put the bench back at the end of the bed so I can hop up without him having to lift me up and down. It's important to stay close to him and protect him when she's busy. He's going in the hospital next week, so please keep him in your pawreyers for me.

She got me a new party dress to wear Saturday when the ladies come over for their Christmas party. I have to help be the hostess, and clean up all the crumbs and greet everyone. I can't wait to see all the ladies.

My REAL Birthday Suit, no collar, harness....just Bonnie-lischisnous!

Somebody blow out the candles so I can eat my cake!!

I even shared my yuummy cake with Puffy. I can be nice sometimes. After all, someones making a list and checking it twice.

So much to be THANKFUL for.....

I'm soooo thankful for all my doggie friends and their peeps that have been saying pawreyers for my Mr. He had a stroke 2 weeks ago and has recovered mostly from that. He's lost some vision and is still a little week on the right side. SHE got him a ball to play with but I'm not allowed to chew on it. He squeezes it a lot. She put a bucket of my toys where he can reach them so he can toss them for me. Some times he walks like he has a hitch in his giddy up. He did flunk some echo tests thingy in the hospital and they wanted to keep him and take him to another hospital, but he missed being home so much he checked himself out like it was some kinda hotel or something. SHE is not happy about that. His heart doc said now they hafta get him into another hospital after Thanksgiving to get a defib thingy installed. I guess that's so he won't tell fibs....dunno...whatever it is, it's something they gots to do before he can get a valve job. Maybe he takes the car with him? SHE has to drive the Mr. about these days and says it's like driving Mr. Daisy. He's been on a salt free, sugar free, fat free diet since he escaped from the hospital and SHE says she's lost 5 lbs already. Not that you'd notice. She said she might consider feeding me n Puffy some of this foodibles, since there's nothing in it that would be bad for us either.

I am sooooo happy is he home, even though he has to SIT/STAY according to SHE who must be obeyed. I sit right next to him or over the back of his chair or snuggled up on his pillow when he sleeps. My peep brother the Detective and my peep sissy, Queen Bee, are coming next week when the Mr. has his operation. I can't wait to see them. Queen Bee will make the idiot Marine shape up and take better care of me n Puffy while SHE stays with the Mr.

If you're wondering why I am in my play pen jail thingy, SHE was afraid I would trip up the Mr. when he came home. Until I calmed down, I got stuck in here. As you can see I was jump jump jumping for joy. Then, I just rock climbed my way up the fence and over the top! Nothing was gonna keep be from giving my Mr. soft woofie kisses.

Please keep him in your pawreyers. He has a terrier spirit, independent, stubborn, hard-headed, fiesty, loyal......all the great stuff!

All my love,

Bonnie

Pawreyers please?

My Mr. isn't doing very well. She got up in a tither today and hauled him off to the people emergency vet place. We didn't get brekky although she told the idiot Marine to feed us and walk us. He's had a stroke...and SHE said it wasn't anything like me getting a stroke from my Mr. I'm very lonely. Puffy's not much company. He sleeps a LOT. And the idiot Marine went back to bed and forgot all about us. She finally came home a while ago and fed us after yelping at the IM. She's going to be at the people vet center thingy for a while and asked if I could ask all my doggie friends to have their peeps pray for my Mr. I sure miss him.

And maybe her too.

whimper

Bonnie

I've been sickly....

I've been sickish this week.
From this end.

And from this end.
Ewe.






I ran a fever and SHE had to stay up with me one night.

I understand Puffers cracked my password and was updating bloggies while I was sleeping.
Don't believe a word he says.

He may have tried to poison me. Or I could have eaten something I shouldn't or maybe licked the ant poison or one of those gel pack thingys from a new shoe box.
Dunno.

Anyways I am starting to perk up and feel better. I managed to sneak in some zoom zooms today around the house today.

Things have really been hopping while I was gone. Jake n Lacie dancing all night, Fergi went on a date too, Dexter had some tutoring and skeered Mango, Brutus got a big ole box of snackies and Hamish had a very lovely walkie. There has been a peace campaign launched and a strike against posing for photos. It seems the world is passing me by while I flop out in front of animal planet on tv.

I hope to drop by and update bloggies this weekend.
See you soon on your site.

Bonnie

ROCKSTAR Bonnie!

Introducing....ROCKSTAR Bonnie! ta-da!
After the stoopid punkin fiasco, SHE had to hustle to put together something for me to wear tonight. She studded up a pink toot-toot with skull and cross bones and made a matchy hot flower with a skull candy center.
MUCH BETTER than being a punkin!!!

Doing a 180 turn on the top pole. Is this what you call POLE DANCING?

I think my black mesh sports bra added just the right BAD GIRL touch to the pinkness, don't you?

I had matching PINK n PURPLE Skull Candy earrings on briefly.....very briefly!

Here's a parting look for all the guys, PINK and WHITE fanny furries!

TRICK and TREAT!

arooooooooo

Bonnie....RAWKIN the TOWN tonight!

How SKEEER-EEE is this?

I went to the groomer today and if that wasn't bad enuff, look closely and see how they tortured me.

It's the DREADED BOWS!!!

But not to worry, I know just how to get rid of these thingies.

Give your head a fast shake, similar to a squirrel/stuffie shake to remove the offending bows.

Dratted, they are still firmly attached!

This is not funny....swift warrior princesses DO NOT wear bows.

Or tu-tus....more on that later.

Or stooopid punkin outfits...HAHAHA its tooooo small for me!

Bonnie the wee Scottie

(I'm going to drown my humiliation in a nice 12 year old single malt)

I'm soooo tired

All this non-construction work this week is making me tired! Strange guys come in, do a bit of something, then dissapear for the rest of the day. I hafta run around and bark and check out what they are doing and sniff everything....and then they leave! And I'm all awake for the rest of the day. Sheesh! Still no tile, still got some holes in the wall both inside and out. But we have counters! And the cooktop, dishwasher and plumbing is all hooked up. No garbage disposal though, so I volunteered to lick all the dishes before they go into the dishwasher.

Yah know, you could take that flashybox thingy and put it where the sun doesn't shine. I'm trying to catch up on my beauty sleep here.

Does this photo make my back feeties look HUGE? Actually, my front feeties are bigger, but I don't know....this photo makes me look.....chunky? Say it's not soooo!

zzzzzzzzzzz...Bonnie

I've been in JAIL!!!

She says its actually protective custody. SHE is having the counter tops replaced. It was supposed to be a 2 day job and now we are going into week 2. Since the contractors are in and out all the time, she put me in my play yard. I get bones and water. And my blankey. Once I nearly scaped, but thank goodness my 10 ft. drag line got caught under the edge of door. There is a tiny little knot on the end and that's all that saved me from running under the wheels of the counter delivery truck that was backing up the driveway. I did a back flip when I reached the end of my string and she was able to scoop me up before I was flatted. I guess I'll keep her, she does have my back sometimes.

I don't get to chew on rawhide bones too much. For one thing, I'm very possesive about them and tend to get 'protective' in a terrier sort of way. And the other...I chew them up very quickly and have to be monitored so I don't swallow any bits. Those flashy jaws of death can really gnaw their way through a bone in a hurry. Anything smaller that this Mango sized bone is gone in a New York minute.

When it gets nice n chewed up like this, SHE takes it away from me and cuts the good part off so I can't eat it. Bummer.

Puffy got crated all week. He would just get totally under foot and stepped on. I guess the play pen is better than solitary confinement.

Bonnie