Scraps of Me

Pressies!!!!

2010-07-14T22:28:00.001-04:00

Something came in the mail for me Monday....a PRESSIE!!!

See it's addressed to me.....right there....Bonnie Love....and it's from my BFF Jazzi!!

OPEN it all ready!

Oh....this SMELLS yummy! Lets' see what's in here. Looks like some scrappy stuff and fabric...and a bright yellow chicken! You might not know it, but I have a secret obsession with ribbon spools.

I love to roll off the ribbon and then eat the spool.

But this little chicky....it SQUEAKS! How fun is that.....?

And it's all MINE MINE MINE.....it's going in my squeaky pile.

If you push on its belly, it makes the nices little squeak.

Definitely a keeper!

What else is in here? Something smells delish down in the bottom.

Ah hah! GOT IT!!! A BONE!!!!

See ya'll later.....I got some serious chewing to do!

Oh wait....

I gots to pick out some toys to share with Jazzi when she gets here.

Do you think she'd like to snuggle with this guy?

He's nice and soft and a real push over.

I got the maid to tidy up the guest bedroom for Jazzi....I think

she'll like the girly covers....don't you?

Hurry up Jazzi! Can't wait to play!!!!!

Bonnie

Angus....and what I did on my vacation!

2010-07-04T22:21:00.005-04:00

Isn't he HANDSOME?!

I FINALLY got to go on a DATE!

This is Angus.

He's red brindle..with lovely Mango-lishious stripes on his

back and sides.

Not that you could get him to look any

other direction than at ME!

As it should be of course.

The only problem with dating, is after 15 minutes of ..FUN?!..I was

over it and done.

Ok, I want to go play with the girlie scotties now.

NO!

Which part of NO don't you understand.

No.No.No.

(When a girl says no....she sits down and stays down!)

He kept insisting that I sucumb to his manly charms.

He even RIPPED my harness off trying to get

me to stand up and 'dance' with him!!!

After 4 days of playing with my sisters and mother and

basically ignoring Angus, Miss C called and

told my peeps to come get me.

What can I say...? I was expecting

ROMANCE!!

Not man-handling!!!

I think I'd rather play than date.

I'll let you know in a month if there is going to

be any 'blessed events'.

What else have I done this summer?

Well, when I came back from my family reunion....

the Mr. hauled me off for a wash

and a trim

AND

the dreaded BOWS again!!!!!

At least this time they are pawple:

They were on briefly.

Like, 10 more steps into the house...

and they were

GONE.

Then I did a LOT of this:

I was sooooo tired when I came home,

I slept for 2 days.

Then we did some of this:

That's my peep bro...the Detective!

And this is his youngest pup:

Even my Mr. got into the puppy tossing:

But he kept it safe on the sofa.

I didn't get to go to the beach.

NO DOGS ALLOWED!

Can you imagine it?

There is just something wrong with ME not getting

to go out on the beach too!

I think we need to unite.

Dogs should get to go on all vacations

with their famililes.

Happy Fathers Day!

2010-06-19T22:25:00.000-04:00

I liked the way the Rocky Creek Scotties honored their dog dads.
Here is a picture of MY Dad, Maitlands Hammish the Red.
Don't I look just like him?
Well, not quite as big, but I'm pretty big compared to some Scotties.

That's my mom beside him and my sister in the back.
I'm spending the weekend at their house.
It's like a big Scottie reunion.

There is my mom, dad, litter sister, half sister, and another sister.
The last 2 sissies are staying over while their owner is in school.
And another hunky guy.
More on that later.

There are 7 Scotties!!!
Sounds like the title to a murder mystery.
And there are a couple of other doggies and some horses and miniature horses and a burro.

I am having sooooo much fun, I'm not wanting to go home.
There are RULES at home. And schedules. And leashes. And no Scotties. Or dogs of any kind.
Just me.

Well, there is my Mr.
Him I like.
SHE is the sticky wicket, the rule maker, schedule checker,
And SHE took Puffy off somewhere and he never came back.
It's allllll her fault that I was sad and lonely.

I'll be back next week with more fun stories to tell.

Bonnie - rolling in the Scottie fun!

ARRRRRROOOOOOO!

Going for a ride in the car-car!

2010-06-17T22:53:00.000-04:00

It's summer! Vacation Time!

And I've got places to go and things to do.

Notice I am strapped into the seat belt system?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't...and the Mr. had

to stop quickly....and I like....didn't!....and mushed

my snooter into the A/C vents.

OUCH!

So....SHE hauled my fanny up to the big box pet store and got this:

And I HATES it!

HATES IT!

I can't get up in the front seat with the Mr.

Leave it to HER to ruin ALL the fun around here.

Ms. SAFETY FIRST...schmurst.

I can barely put my leggies over the edge.

And I want to SEE where I'm going!

It's important to know where you are at all times.

You need to check for landmarks.

If you can't SEE where you are going, they might

be able to drop you off at the

GASP

groomers...or the vettie,

and you'd never know unless you can see.

You need to know these kinds of things so you

can work up a HUGE head of

steam for those places before you get there.

See the big hairy arm?

THAT's where I want to sit.

It's the perfect size for my petite wee self.

And I can lean my chin on the Mr.'s shoulder.

And give him soft woofie kisses.

But nooooooooo!

SHE's got me stuck in the back seat.

And I'm not liking it one bit.

Remembering the US War Dogs

2010-05-31T20:43:00.000-04:00

While we honor and remember

the men and women who gave their lives

for our freedom,

let's also remember the brave

dogs that served.

US War Dogs

And if you would like to foster a pet for someone

deployed to a war zone, you can check this website:

Military Pets Foster Project

Walkie time!

2010-05-17T23:07:00.000-04:00

Finally, SHE remembered to bring a flashy box on a walkie!

This is where I live.

It used to be ALL like this until they built big ole houses on

the beach.

I like to walk with my Mr.

He doesn't care anything about all that HEEL and walking

the Cesar Millan way.

He just likes to go on walkies.

No rules.

Lots to sniff about.

Crabs scuttling along the edges of the water.

All kinds of little holes to stick yer snooter in,

kinda like starter digging holes.

Let's take the road less traveled.

THIS way!

Ok, FINE!

We'll do it your way this time.

Off road?

You sure?

Wait!

There might be somethng tasty under here.

I just love walkies at sunset.

Nice cool breezes.

The beach is full of wildflowers this time of year.

SHE forgot to take photos of them until the end of the walk.

Here's a cluster of black eyed susans.

Lots of those.

SHE needs to work on her camera skills.

Sun flare from the sunset.

Ok, all done.

Let's go to the pizza place now.

It's on the way home.

Oh...wait...SHE says I hafta splain that our beach isn't a gulf beach.

It's a BAY beach.

We live on the inside of Tampa Bay,

so our beach is wild,

not touristy.

Wanna SEE em?

2010-05-15T00:36:00.000-04:00

Yep, the dreaded bows are back.

But if you want to see them, you better look fast......

Cuz no stinkin' bows are gonna get the best of ME!

Watch closely now, while I show you how to remove those rascally bows.

Start with the 'rub your head on the carpet really fast' move...

Then add some sideways fast spins leading with your noggin...

Then ease into a back roll.....

And do a LOT of this...it's a lot easier if your leggies are

longer, and not 4 inch stubbies.

Are they gone yet?

No?

Are you sure about that?

Lemme see....

DRATTED!!!!

Can someone please FEED me?

I'm all worn out fighting these bows,

but I did get rid of ONE of them.

Feed me and I'll tackle the other one.

There were GREAT days....

2010-05-10T17:12:00.001-04:00

This post is all about Puff, told by HER.

Puffers loved going for boat rides, so much that we had to spell B-O-A-T and even then he'd head for the locker where his life jacket was kept. Dancing in circles all the way. Once he fell overboard in his excitement to talk to a pod of Dolphins where there were 3 immature dolphins. We were so afraid he'd get hurt, but they whole pod just circled around him, nudging him to keep him afloat until we circled back to pluck him out of the water. He could hear dolphins and sea turtles and manatees and would hang off the rail whimpering to them long before we could see them.

We'd take him out to the island every nice day after work. It was his dog park. He'd run around, swim, sniff at stuff and make friends with everyone that came out to watch the sunset.

He washed up fancy, but generally was a mess, since he loved being in the water and swimming and rolling in the sand. We'd just hose him off on the dock and let him roll in the grass to dry. That, plus he HATED being groomed.

Puffy belonged to the Idiot Marine, who named him Wolverine when they both were puppies.

Wolverine/aka Puff, loved playing rough house with the boys. Nothing was ever too rough.

This photo was taken right before the IM left for his first tour of Iraq.

He was even friends with the Mr., although they'd both deny it.

And like most things the children out grow, he became MY friend. Once he threw himself in front of me and a large Chow, who promptly picked him up by the scruff of his neck and tried to shake him to death.

Puffy the Braveheart.

I hope Ms. James doesn't mind that I modified her quote. I forget what it origially said.

But then, there were sad days. Pain, confusion, desperation, hopelessness....

On one of his last days with us, Bonnie gave him 2 of her toys.

Snuggled them right up next to him.

Normally she wouldn't let him walk past her toys.

And then, there were no more days.

17 years go by so fast.

And my heart is broken.

I hope you are swimming with the dolphins now.

Arrrooooooss to Brutus the Frenchie!

2010-04-29T23:07:00.001-04:00

Lookie what came in the mail today!!! A reallllllly cool t-shirt from by BFF (Brutus Frenchie Friend), the wee Brute! Isn't it COOL??!! I won the GABE drawing contest thingy he did on his bloggie!

It's got MY picture on it and a saying that is soooooo me...GOT SQUIRRELS? He even sent HER a t-shirt too. I was surprized they made em that BIG! Her shirt was supposed to be short sleeved and they sent her a long sleeve tee....so when she called em to arrange a return, they told her to keep the long sleeve one and they'd send her the short one free! SCORE!

She was having an awful time taking my photo cuz the squirrleys were everywhere today! Front yard, neighbors yard, side yard......and they wind me up like a top.

I'm fixin' to launch myself at the palm tree in front. I keep trying to scale it.

Not today though. Lucky little vermin got away again.

I'm LOVIN' my new t-shirt.

It's from Cafe Press and they gots bunches of Scottie tees.

This is size LARGE, and it fits perfectly if any of you other stylin' Scotties need to know the size.

Thank you soooooo much Brutus!

Yer my BFF!!!

Arrrrroooooooo!

Bonnie

Just a doga stretch

2010-04-24T21:19:00.000-04:00

SHE does this clicker thingy...

sit...down...sit...down...sit

So it's sorta like push ups?

Except I get bored when the treats run out.

I mean, who wants to work for free?

I convert the sit thing into a doga stretch.

Stretch out my back feetsies

and then just do the

push up thingy.

It's the spirit of the exercise that counts, right?

If my skirt was longer she'd never notice

cuz it would hide my feetsies.

I'm going back to school soon.

For some reason my behaviour at the vettie office

was less than stellar.

Bratty was the word she used.

I prefer to use the term 'thinking for myself''.

Now....my good friend Digby is very ill.

Please put the power of pawreyer to good use on his behalf.

You can stop by and leave a word of comfort to

his peeps....the font and mongoose here:

http://wilfanddigby.blogspot.com/

sniffies till next time,

Bonnie the wee Scottie

In plain sight!

2010-04-21T21:44:00.000-04:00

Can you see me?
I can hide on the beach, in my front yard which is covered in sea shells and anywhere it's white.

This is at the dog park BEFORE the skin problem. I am on the big dog side, you can see some of the larger dogs in the distance. I actually like this side better. Some smaller doggies are intimidated by my enthusiasms. Here are some photos of me on the little dog side:

Even the basket hound is giving me some space. The little Maltese could hold her own though. We had some fast zoom zoomies. At first SHE was afraid I thought the Maltese was a bunny rabbit and worried I would catch her. But she left me in the dust! That was one fast pooch! I've never hurt anyone, but sometimes the owners get concerned that I am too boisterous and strong.

There were 2 weenie doggies there that day and this one was nice and polite, but the other one kept barking n growling and snarling at everydoggie. Reminded me of Puffers so I ignored her.

This is me hoovering up something I probably shouldn't have. My snooter is right down at ground level anyways so snagging a ground treatie is very easy. Mystery muffins.

And this oh so not glamorous photo is me cooling my belly in the grass. Again, probably not a good idea in a bark park. Ditto the mud bath I took a few days later.

My rash is not clearing up very well cuz I'm having a hard time tolerating the aunty buy aught icks. They make my tummy feel icky all right and then I loose my lunch all over the floor about an hour later.

A little update on the Mr. He was back in the hospital this weekend and now is sporting a new defibber thingy. It's also a pacemaker/defibby combo thingy with all kinds of bells n whistles. SHE said its a new shock collar for the Mr. If he doesn't behave she can send him a signal and zap him! Truth or consequences!
I guess he got caught telling fibs one time too many.

I see there are new puppies on the net, Katie n Bertie....and Becky from Rocky Creek is going to be on a bloggie too. Any other puppies showing their cute little button noses around the bloggisphere? Welcome little ones!

Lots of soft woofies kisses to every doggie!
Bonnie

Expen$ive $pa Day?

2010-04-10T15:15:00.001-04:00

So what is this?

It's my BELLY!

With bumps n missing skin n stuff.

Well, some of the bumps are supposed to be there, KWIM?

But not the icky irregular ones.

After a nice round of expen$ive tests at my least fave place, the vettie office, it is determined I have a $taff infection. Possibly from the lovely mud bath I had a couple of weeks ago at the bark park. Possibly not. Maybe from some lovely dried tasty thingy I hoovered up off the street during a walkie.

No parasites, no fleas or mites.

Not itchy either.

Just another lovely $aturday morning at the emergency vettie place.

The only good thing is I get to have a Greenie Pill Pocket everyday for 3 weeks. You gotta get yer treaties where yah can when they got you on diet kibble! Of course, I don't get to go to the bark park till I heal up.

$igh.

Bonnie

Is it the Easter Bunnie???

2010-04-06T21:24:00.001-04:00

Nope!

It's the Easter Bonnie!

I have all 4 off the floor zooming over to play with my Great Dane friend.

I hafta zoom, he strolls.

She hid my treats in a basket full of tennis balls.

I don't want the t-balls now, silly woman, I want the TREATS!

But maybe I will save this picture in case another

cracker dog insane terrier photo is needed.

More, please?

SHE stepped up the treat delivery a little.

This basket is tall, deep and narrow.

And the treaties are waaaaay at the bottom, under tennis balls.

Digging deeper......

Got em!

I hope everyone had a Happy Easter and lots of treats!

Maybe a stuffie or two.

Bonnie

Doesn't every Warrior Princess sleep on an embroidered pillow?

2010-03-09T23:28:00.000-05:00

At my house, the swift warrior princess sleeps anywhere she wants! And lately, that's been some pretty odd places. When I get out of that darn cone of shame, I try to slip away and sleep where no one can find me.

Behind the sofa worked for a day or two. In the closet was good, till I got confused and ...ummm...pee'd on the quilt she had stacked in there. And a couple of evening gowns. And a shoe. And this reallllly fugly purse that just needed to go. Basically, anything of HERS, since she is the one strapping me in that THING.

Last night I wouldn't sleep in the big bed, even though she left off the cone thingy. I first tried the bench at the foot of the bed. Then I went into my crate and re-arranged everything and humphed at her and turned my back on the world. When they finally got to sleep, I moved under the bed and found me a nice place up where SHE hides the good whiskey from the Idiot Marine and his buddies. She doesn't care if they drink the cheap stuff, but says there is just something wrong with mixing Diet Coke and premium whiskey. Everything was going just fine until early this morning when I decided to clean the bottles where dribbles had run down. Apparently Ms. Light Sleeper heard the bottles clinking around and got suspicious. It took her a whole handful of cookies to coax me out from under the bed.

Now, in this photo, what you can't see is the coffee table. It is metal and glass topped, with bands running around it on all sides. It makes the perfect escape hatch. If she comes near me with that THING, I can dart under the table and she can't get me. It's big enough I can dart from side to side and it's heavy enuff she can't pick it up easily. I don't normally sleep on the floor. That's where Puffy the ancient sleeps and I am sooooo above all that. I prefer the sofa where I can jump on him if I need to. But she's pretty quick for a woman of that age, and can usually catch me up there.

So for now, the swift warrior princess is keeping her options open and has a clear escape plan in place. There's just so much low calorie kibble and humiliating cones a terrier can stand before strange things start happening. KWIM?

Bonnie the not so wee Scottie

The Dreaded Cone of Humiliation

2010-03-01T21:50:00.000-05:00

HELP!

I've been attacked by the dreaded cone of humiliation.

Get me out!

Send the biggest bestest chewers and chew me out.

Puuuulllllleeeesssseeeeee?

I'm so saaaad. Please help me.
Not only do I have this awful thingy strapped around my neck, but I've got a hurt toe too.
My nail bed is all swollen and it hurts and I NEEEEED to lick it.
Waaaahhhh!!!!

Not only that, but it smooshes my ears and my pretty beardie.

It's making my lovely Scottie profile look...well..

rather unflattering.

Please help me!

Bonnie

Walking Mr. Daisy!

2010-02-25T21:55:00.002-05:00

I've got a new job these days! I'm the Mr.'s personal coach! I get him up and out twice a day. Well, usually twice a day unless it's raining. I don't DO rain. Can't stand it in my ears. We suit up in our exercise gear and head out to pound some pavement.

We start out slow and work up to a nice brisk walk.

Look, someone hasn't picked up their paper yet.

They obviously don't have a superb Scottie to bring it to them.

This is MY street. I own it! I mark it regularly.

Well, me AND Puffy.

He says it was his street first.

Pftttt!

It's MINE!

We walk about 1.5 miles now. In the beginning we did like a block and it was slow going. But we're both getting better. I had to toughen up my feetsies as I'd been doing so much couch sitting taking care of the Mr.

I picked up a few sandspurs along the way at first. But we are both getting more fit.

We take apporpriate rest breaks.

Especially when we stop to chat with neighbors.

OK, that's enuff resting.

Time to move out!

This way!

No more yakkin' it up with the neighbors.

SQUIRREL ALERT!!!!

Squirrel at 10 o'clock!

Lemme at him!

I can take him!

It's a good thing I had on my sports bra or else I would have taken the Mr. out when I bolted.

As it was, I did an arse over ears flip when I tried to jump the vermin! Splat out flat on my back in the middle of the street! It was sooooo embarassing.

Now we are heading for home.

We'll rest up and head back out later.

Walking Mr. Daisy!

For Hamish

2010-02-19T10:49:00.000-05:00

O Flower of Scotland,

When will we see

Your like again,

That fought and died for,

Your wee bit Hill and Glen,

And stood against him,

Proud Edward's Army,

And sent him homeward,

Tae think again.

You will live on forever in our hearts and minds.....all our love,
Bonnie and the support staff

Puffy's Barkday! Happy 17 old man!

2010-02-10T12:00:00.001-05:00

HAPPY BARKDAY PUFFY!!

She's going to tell this story as I wasn't even a twinkle in my great great grandmothers eye yet.

It's hard to belive Puffy has made it to 17 years old. I attribute it to bottled water and lots of exercise and love. I thought I'd tell you the story of how Puffy came to live with us.

The youngest, referred here normally as the Idiot Marine, was in the 2nd grade at the time. We had no idea he wanted a dog. For his birthday or anytime. His sister had a wonderful German Shepard at the time and he loved that dog, but he never said he wanted a dog. One day we got a note from his teacher asking us to call her at home. We imagined the worst of course...he's having trouble at school. She wanted to relay what had happened in Chapel at school that morning. The students could submit prayer requests to be shared during Chapel. They normally have 2 or 3, like someones Grandmother was in the hospital or Dad was on a long trip, the kinds of things small children worry about. He had taken the time to write out a request asking God to please let him have a dog for his birthday. She thought we ought to know as this was so out of line with his character of not attracting attention to himself and that we needed to be prepared in case a dog wasn't in his future.

We were petless at the time, and had not planned to add any animals to our home, of any kind, especially a dog. Maybe a hamster if pushed. The Mr. and I talked about it and decided if we got a dog, it had to be small so we could keep it in the house and one that played well with children as we had 2 boys left at home. We wouldn't purchse a pet from a pet store and would maybe ask around to see if anyone had any puppies they raised in their homes. Puppies that have been hand raised are usually more stable. And if nothing fell out of the sky, we'd just not deal with a dog at his time. We weren't actively looking either.

Well, one of the Mr.'s friends knew someone that had 2 cocker-poo puppies for sale. Hand raised in the home, not from a puppy mill. We thought about and said that would work out as I had a cocker poo as a child and she was a wonderful playmate. He went over to check out the 2 cocker-poos and they had another dog there, a 3.5 months old Malti-Poo that belonged to their adult daughter who was over visiting. This pup just fell all over the Mr. and the other 2 had nothing to do with him. He talked the lady into selling him this Malti-Poo puppy. The daughter was ok with it, said she'd rather have one of the cocker-poos as they were not as playful as the Malti-Poo who was wearing her out.

He brought him over to me at work so I could see him. He was double fisted handful of cream colored fluf. You couldn't tell which end was which unless you could see his pink tongue. We took him home and put him in the garage. Then we picked up the kid from school and told him his birthday present was in the garage. When he first say the dog, he goes: 'What's THAT? A CAT? You got me a CAT?'

It took a while to convince him it was a dog. I don't think he knew anyone that had a small dog, much less a fluffy one that was the size of a kitten. Sometime later, he told us about asking God for a dog for his birthday but thought God made a mistake, as he wanted a German Shepard! He asked me if this dog would grown up to be a German Shepard. My response was that sometimes God gives you what you need and can handle at the time, not what you think you want.

He named the dog Wolverine. He would fuss if anyone called him anything else, and we are big on nicknames around here. I called him Poopsie for a while as that is what puppies tend to do. Poopsie oopsie! That morphed into Pooper, then Puffer, then Puff and Puffy. By the time he becames Puffers, he was a grown teenager and really didn't care what we called him.

Puffy was perfect for two rowdy boys. He ran and played constantly, fetch the ball, pull the rope, jump over people, run along side outside and never ran away from the boys. Eventually as the boys got older, they turned to other toys, girls and cars. He then became my dog. He'd run the Mr. out of the bed if he could get away with it. The 4th child married and the 5th, the idiot Marine, went off to fight in Iraq.

After the boys left home, Puffy would go into their room and sniff about looking for them. I put an unwashed t-shirt on the foot of the bed after the Idiot Marine left home and he'd get up there and sleep on it during the day when we were gone. He still has a 6th sense and can tell when someone is close to home. Like 5 miles away close.

We know he won't be with us too much longer. He's very frail, but still has spunk enough to start fights with Bonnie and doesn't back down when he does. That alone will probably cause his demise. But for today, he's still here. Still eats like a chow hound, does his regular rounds and likes to get out for walkies even though he's arthritic. Some people ask us why we don't have him put down as he does have some health issues. Why would I do that as he seems to be enjoying his life? He doesn't appear to be ill or in pain, except for the aged hitch in his giddy-up. Yes, he's smelly. Yes, he has some funky spells, Yes, he's ornery as all get out but I suspect if I should live so long, I would be the same.

So for today Puffy, enjoy your PUPCAKE, lick the icing, eat what you want to all day and be merry! Heck, we may even give you a bowl of your favorite beer tonight.

Happy 17 years with us and we hope you have many more!

Love, Bonnie and Puffers support staff

Another Skeeree day!

2010-02-07T18:33:00.002-05:00

Who knew a little snackie could cause sooooo much drama?

She gave me n Puffie a bone shaped snack, same kind we get every Sunday. Today I was sooooo eager to get my treatie, when I grabbed it, I got it in the middle and chomped down so hard the ends fell off and the middle went down my throat.

I went into immediate dig it out my mouf mode.

Diggin so hard my mouf and feeties were covered in blood.

And if you aren't familiar with Scotties, our leggies are short. Little 4 inch stubbies.

So to dig in my extra long mouf, I hafta curl my mouf under my chest to dig around in there.

I couldn't breathe!

I was in panic mode and she went into rescue mode.

She picked me up upside down and gave me a good shake and part of it fell out. Then she shoved her big ole mitt down my throat and dug around in there for HOURS it seemed.

She got a bit of it out and then went back for some more.

Finally I was able to get a breath, but it still wasn't all out.

She got the neighbor to drive us up to the emergency vet clinic which is about 35 minutes away.

I'm choking and gagging and she's prying around in my mouf tryng to see if there was anything caught in my mouf. Of course, about 10 minutes from the vet, I start being able to breathe and settle down to wash the blood off my paws. She made me go see the vet anyways, so there was another round of people poking me from both ends.

Now I ask you, in the name of all things Holy, why on earth do they need to take yer temperature when you are choking on a treatie? First? BEFORE they open yer yap and take a peek in the correct end?

Noooooo...lets grease up the temp stick and shovie it in the WRONG end. I'm not SICK, I'm choking!!Maybe they think they needed to do a hind-lick maneuver? Wanted to make sure that end was warm first?

Then the stoopid vet tech lady goes...."Oh what a cute Schnauzer"...hello, lady, see the TAIL and the naturally pointed ears? The short stubbie leggies?

And then again with the vet guy....you wonder where they go to school.....'Nice looking Westie'....um, no...See the color of my fur? WHEATEN, not white. Ears long and on top of my head almost touching? And if that isn't proof enuf, check out the LONG mouf...yeah, go ahead...open up the flashy jaws of death and try sticking yer fingers in there.....you'll wish I was a Westie. Then, he had the nerve to try and tell HER that Scotties are BLACK. Maybe at the online school where you bought yer diploma dude, but not out here in the real world.

For those of you that might need a visual reminder of the differences, here is a great link from Scottish Terrier and Dog News:

http://www.scottishterrieranddognews.com/2008/11/difference-between-scotties-and-westies.html

Anyways, she tossed a bucket of money at them and we left. Stoopid vet tried to tell Her I just had the treat stuck in my mouf. Snort. We both checked there.

But the BADDEST news.....I had to get on the scale (again...WHY? If I was choking to death in the lobby would I still have to be weighed?)....and...I gained 5 lbs since the Mr. has been out of commission. The obvious results of Her not taking me on my 3 miles hikes and the Mr. giving me shortbread. I loooooooovvvvveeeee me some shortbread. And the Mr. has been known to crumble up a couple in my kibbie. I heard her mumble something about ONLY carrots and buying a treadmill.

All this drama over a treatie gone bad.

All's well that ends well, I say.

Bonnie

Oh what a day!

2010-02-05T21:15:00.000-05:00

You know it's not going right when you are yanked out of your boootee sleep at 06:30 and tossed unceremoniously into the back seat. No coffee, no walky, no brekky, heck...I didn't even had time to comb my hairs!

Then, horrors of horrors, I was dropped off at Miss Debbie's for a long spa day. Heck, Miss Debbie wasn't even there yet! Smart woman, sleeping in or dawdling over her coffee, while little me was stuck in a high rise crate. Then, when it was all over, and I was being rescued, this humongous storm hit! Wind and rain coming down sideways in sheets. The Mr. was trying to keep the golf umbrella over me and it turned wrong side out with a huge SNAP! Oh my shattered nerves! We had tornados and flood warnings. The metal roof on the boat dock was snapping and popping and She was afraid it was going to blow off. She made me n Puffy stay in the front bedroom. Then I was so over-wrought I tried to take Puffy's head off, or I would have, but she caught me before I could launch my flashy jaws of death on his scrawny chicken bone neck.

I am not a happy little scottie. I've not had my bootee sleep, they didn't have the right shade of polish for nails at the spa and that rotten Puffy got to stay home all day! He touched my toys, he had Krsipy Kreme donuts and the box was EMPTY when I got home. Then he had the nerve to snicker about my pink bows. I'm gonna put a bow on him and ship em off somewhere!!

Somebody better remember to turn off the alarm clock tonight, I am sleeping IN tomorrow and that stinkin Puff better not wake me up or he's gonna be sooorrreeee!

Humph!

Bonnie

peesssss........there better not be any smarty pants remarks about swift warrior princesses not wearing pink bows.

Swift warrior princesses can wear anything they like!

Including PINK.

Especially PINK.

I'm just sayin'..............

Where is HE??

2010-01-30T21:12:00.001-05:00

She let my Mr. out of the house without ME. She let him DRIVE. ALONE! Now I'm sitting by the door worrying if he'll remember to come home. I'm just not sure SHE needs to be the one deciding things around here. If it was ME, he wouldn't go anywhere without me. He NEEDS me around to protect him. She said if the Dr. says he can drive, it's ok with her. Driving Mr. Daisy isn't a job a sane person wants anyway.

I gave him a stern talking to when he got back. Do Not Leave the House Without ME! Then I sniffied him all over and discovered he had been to brekky at Cracker Barrell with some of his buddies. He did bring us turkey sausage biscuits, so I guess I'll forgive him if he doesn't do it again.

Maybe. Later. Just not right now.

Ok, now I forgave him. This was the first day he could get down in the floor. We played tennis ball and stuffie toss and rope tug. Then SHE gave him a big ole pile of towels to fold She said if he was ok to drive and go off with his pals, he was ok enough to fold towels. I helped. And then we both were all tuckered out so we had a big ole nap.

Later he was feeling good enough to go visit some friends. I wasn't allowed to go because of this:

This is Jacob. He is usually a big ole cream puff of a guy, but about 8 months ago, they got this:

This is Issac. He's a baby. A big ole XRH baby. He's taller and longer than Jacob already. That crate is as tall as the bar in the photo. The bar isn't the counter height size, but the tall bar height. He's a BIG puppy, and like all puppies, he has been annoying the fur off of Jacob. So the bitey face games get serious.
Until this SHE steps in and tells em whats what:

This is Cavi. She's the smallest of the 3 Newfies. But she is the alpha dog of their pack. "You guys better straighten out in there. Don't make me get up from my nap and come in there."

Anyways, I couldn't go. I think my Mr. was afraid I'd get stepped on, or more likely, do some serious bitey face of my own.

Oh!
SHE says I hafta include a photo of Puffy since I nominated him for the Bad Sports group at M.M.
Here yah go!

He's snoozin as usual. If he doesn't get 23 hours of sleep, he's useless. Well, he's useless most of the time anyways, so he might as well be snoozin.

I'm packing for the MM show.
See you all soon!

Bonnie

Bonnie n Puff...revisted

2010-01-20T21:56:00.001-05:00

Bonnie, come here a few mintues please?

B: Me?

Yes, please! I need to talk to you about your 'interview with Puffy'.

B: Ohhhhh....that. Ummm....ok.

Remember this photo? Not long after you came to live here? And how you used to play with Puffy?

B: Yeah...we had some good times then.

You were a little harsh on old Puffers, weren't you?

B: I was just truthin! Honest!

Well, you know, there are usually at least 2 sides to every story. And you could have included some details that would have helped people understand him a little more too. Like, how old is Puffy?

B: Older'n dirt!

And just how old is that?

B: He'll by 17 in 2 weeks, and that reallllly is older'n dirt when yer a doggie.

Could you share a little with everyone about some of his daily challenges?

B: Do I hafta?

Yes...unless you'd like me to ...ummm....interview you? I'm sure there are a few things you'd...

B: OK OK I get the picture! Sheesssh. Well, to start with, he can't see or hear hardly at all. Sometimes he just sits in the middle of the floor and whimpers till you or the Mr. come and get him. And he limps a lot..and sometimes he has these funky spells...and sometimes his feetsies go out from under him.

How does he know to get up and eat in the morning?

B: Do I hafta tell that? Oh...kaaaaay. Well, I go and BARK really high and loud. That wakes him up. Then I get his leash and bring him into the kitchen for brekky.

When we go on walkies, how does he get around?

B: Well, I used to rush off in a hurry, but lately, I've been getting in front of him so he can smell me and I walk really slow so he won't fall down. He'll follow me anywhere.

Now, that's much better Bonnie! Can you tell everyone what you do when he's having one of his little spells?

B: People will think I'm a softy!

That's ok, you really are a sweetie you know.

B: Sigh.....I push him up against the wall with my 'oversized snooter' and hold him up till you come and rescue him so he won't fall down and go boom.

You want a cookie now? For being such a good girl and telling it more like it is?

B: Can I have 2, please?

Oh, one for you and one for Puffy?

B: Heck no! Both are for ME!

Puffers the Ancient - Bad Sport Entry Interview

2010-01-17T22:09:00.000-05:00

Ugh....she said I had to let Puffy the Ancient have some bloggie time, since I entered him into the MM Bad Sport dog group. Well, no one was supposed to know I did that! It was just my way of getting even for...well, never mind that.

So...instead of letting him defile my pretty pink laptoppy, I thought I'd borrow a page from Dory and interview his smelly ole self.

Puffers, come on in and sit down...over there....WAAAYY over there...Dude, you seriously need a bath.

Ok. I'll ask questions and you try to wrap your ancient brains around it and answer, K?

B: So, Puffy, lets start with a little bio about you.
P: Well, I belong to the idiot Marine, except when I moved here, he was an adorable 7 year old and I was a double fisted ball of cream colored fluff. When he grew up and stopped paying attention to me, I became Momma's little love bundle.

B: SNORT
P: It's true! She gave me everything I wanted and so did Dad. Pizza and beer for Dad, pizza and beer for me. Life was great!

B: Can you tell us about the original sin...I mean...the original BITE the hand that fed you?
P: I can assure you it was blown way out of proportion.   She should have know better than to reach in under my hiding spot when I was mad at her.  Served her right, actually.

B: And what was the outcome of this unfortunate event?
P: Don't make me say it.   You know it bothers me.

B: Isn't the unfortunate event, as you put it, the real reason for your ...ummm...TUTORING?
P:   safeplacesafeplacesafeplace ...lalalalallalalla....I can't hear you!

B: OK....moving right along...lets jump to the present time.   Isn't it true that when I moved into this house, you used to terrorize me? And bite me? And run me off from my foodibles?
P: Well, some of that may be true, but you've got to remember you had these awfully sharp little razor teeth and you were forever hanging onto my ear or tail and it hurt!   And they were spending a lot of time with you, and giving you treats for doing stupid things like SIT or STAY.

B: Actually, that was my Mr., not HER....no THEY about it, bud!
P: Hey! You don't have to be so picky about details.   I thought you'd leave after a week or two, and when you didn't leave, I had to take matters in my own hands.   You needed to GO....and not come back!

B: Let's talk a little about why I thought you'd be the perfect BAD SPORT. Isn't it true that you often go into your own crate, when the door is open, and start barking and growling and gnashing your 3 teeth?
P: I had more teeth, missy, until YOU knocked them out!   Yeah, so what? It's my crate and I'll do what I want to do in it....including barking and snarling and biting anyone that sticks their hand in my crate...or any smart mouth scottie that sticks her over sized snooter in there too! SNARL!

B: Ack! Cover yer mouth when you snarl! You've got killer bad breath!   Now, for the last question today, isn't it true that the peeps have to drug you to be able to give you a bath and groom you, and that the vet won't even let you in the office unless you are drugged and muzzled? And that my Mr.s primary care Doc had to report you as a BAD DOG to the authorities????
P: All of that is a grave misunderstanding! I only bite people when I am afraid, and it's easy to be afraid when you are almost blind and deaf. Water and grooming scare the bejeebers out of me...and the vet lady likes to torture me with sharp instruments. And Dad, well, that was a mistake...I meant to bite YOU!

There yah go folks...the original bad sport.....bad dog bad dog, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Bonnie, the innocent

Help me pick a photo for M.M.

2010-01-16T22:36:00.000-05:00

SHE says she doesn't have time to do a photo shoot, it's raining and I need a haircut and pawdicure, so I can just pull an older photo off the hard drive and use that.....lazy ole cow! So many choices, and I've never entered before....so I'm not sure exactly which type of photo would best showcase my many terrier talents.

Should I use the Squirrelly Stuffie shot? After all, practice makes perfect! When you can't get outside to chase real ones, practice inside with stuffies to keep your neck-snap shake tuned up:

Or how about the Spa Mud Bath? That was a terrific terrier day. I don't think I've been back to that doggie park since. The Mr. was horrified that his precious little princess actualy enjoyed a good roll in the mud:

How about pretty RAWKSTAR Bonnie? I wore this on Halloween to go visit some shut-ins on our street. I love to make them smile! I'm not ALL about me you know, sometimes I like to help others:

There is the Flashy Jaws of Death picture....nothing says terrible terrier terror like the Flashy Jaws of Death.

Just ask Puffy....he's been acquainted with my toofers before:

Let's see.....what else says crazy cracker dog? How about Glow in the Dark Bonnie....woooooooooo....the beast lives!

Oh, here's another one that's fun...

Bondage Bonnie

I was saving this one for a calendar call, but maybe I

should use it for M.M. just in case I win?

And last, but not least, here's a nod to my heritage, Scotland the Brave.....I give you Tartan Bonnie:

So many choices.....so little time....vote for your fave and I'll post it to M. M.

Thanks so much for helping.

Bonnie, Swift Warrior Princess

How cold...?

2010-01-10T19:02:00.002-05:00

How cold is it? No way! Below freezing you said? Are you sure those meds aren't messing with yer brains?

But.....this is sunny Floriduh! I can see the sun shine! Well, lets throw another log on the fire then.....what? No Fireplace? Why would you buy a house in Floriduh with no fireplace? Oh, you thought keeping cool was more important? I hear that happens when you have hot flashes. I'll hafta ask Hamish about this Glow Ball Worming. Makes no sense to me if it's warming, how come it's colder? What? It's got nothing to do with me being BLONDE!!!

This is my New Years Eve pawty dress. Not that I got to go out on ANY dates. And there will not be any rude comments about the size of my derriere. So I gained a few pounds over the howlidays! And I've not had any walkies that really count, cuz I've been spending all my time perched at my Mr.'s feetsies. I refuse to let him out of my sight and I stay as close to him as I can.

There are those of you who have asked about my idiot Marine. He's the youngest of my human step-brothers. He splained that you are never an X-Marine, you are always a Marine. He's living at home now and going to college. He's used to staying up all night and snoozin all day since his classes are at night. Well, me n Puffers are used to being UP and about all day, so sometimes (not saying it was me) somedoggie pee'd on the carpet cuz he wasn't taking us out when we needed to go out. No long walkies....maybe, if we were lucky, just down to the stop sign and back. About 2/10ths of a mile round trip. I got a news flash for him....his new class schedule came last week...and a couple of days he will hafta be in class at 9am. I don't even know if he's aware there is a 9am!!! But I'm gonna snicker when he stumbles out the door, I might even try to trip him. Serves him right for stuffin me in that crate so long!

The Mr. came home right before New Years. He's had his ups n downs. There is a nurse lady comes by every day or so to pokey him with a sharp tooth thingy and make him bleed. SHE has to put me up when the nurse comes by cuz I wanna get tween the nurse and my Mr. That makes me have a terrier tantrum in the crate. VERY NOISY. AROOOOOO - squeeeeee squeeeeeee squeeeeeee AROOOOOOO!

Well, I've got lots of feet warming to do, since it's so dang cold. How cold? Pipe freezin cold! Two of the houses on the street have already had pipes burst. Our walls aren't insulated like houses up north. Me n the Mr. are watching lots of TV. Or rather, I watch, he sleeps. OK...I admit it, I do my share of snoozin too.

I hope every critter had a wonderful howliday season, with lots of crumb hooovering under the tables.

Stay warm and snuggle up to yer fave peep.

Bonnie

Quickie Mr. Update!

2009-12-28T22:59:00.002-05:00

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....?????

2009-12-27T19:17:00.003-05:00

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

2009-12-21T10:54:00.003-05:00

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.

2009-12-19T00:42:00.003-05:00

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

2009-12-16T23:34:00.014-05:00

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!

2009-12-15T22:16:00.009-05:00

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!!

2009-12-08T22:56:00.014-05:00

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.....

2009-11-26T22:10:00.003-05:00

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?

2009-11-14T20:44:00.002-05:00

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....

2009-11-06T19:11:00.004-05:00

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!

2009-10-31T19:40:00.008-04:00

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?

2009-10-30T16:53:00.005-04:00

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

2009-10-28T17:14:00.006-04:00

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!!!

2009-10-25T21:28:00.005-04:00

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

Squirrely wrath jaws of death!

2009-10-18T22:12:00.009-04:00

SHE's back! And she brought me a FAKE squirrel! I will now demonstrate what one should do with a REAL squirrel, should the joyous occasion present itself.

First you catch it and with a good firm grasp about it's middle......

.... shake it till it stops squirming.

A good hard fast shake, too fast for the flashybox to capture. Then you need to disembowel it.

Roll.....oopsey....dropped it!

Roll .....with it FIRMLY grasped in your teefers.

The squirrely wrath jaws of death!

Right after this photo, SHE had to remove Puffy from my jaws. He came within 2 feet of my new stuffie and I jumped his old bones! SHE had to pick me up off the floor and give me a good shake to make me drop him. Dang it! One of these days when she's not lookin.....I'm gonna have Puff for lunch! Course, he's awfully tough...probably tastes like a rawhide chew bone.

I can't wait to catch up with all the news now that she's back.

Sniffies.....Bonnie

Out of the office....

2009-09-25T09:49:00.000-04:00

SHE is going out of town Friday and won't be back till Monday late. Which means.....I bet I get to sleep in the big bed on her side all weekend!!!!! YAY!! I mean, it's me and my Mr. Don't you think he's gonna let me snuggle all weekend? I gots him wrapped around my little paw. SHE is hosting a big old scrappy thingy at Disney through Sunday, then she and her peeps are gonna stay over for the Wine n Foodie Festival. She don't fool me....all this scrappy stuff is just an excuse to party all weekend with her girlie pals. And she's taking my PINK laptoppy so I may not get to check in till late Monday or maybe Tuesday. Ya'll have fun without me, I will be catching up on my beauty sleep in the big soft bed.

Bonnie

Happy Birthday Asta-lischous!

2009-09-24T20:44:00.003-04:00

Happy Barkday wishes to Asta...and I guess True Colors Thursday too, since the cake is yellow and blue?

I escapeded today! I shot out the front door and through the screen porch door and all they saw was my wheaten pantyloons flipping outta sight. Of course it was storming which made HER most upset. I even have a 10 foot drag line for just such emergencies and no one was able to snag it!!!! Liberated at last! Make me sleep in a dang crate and I'll show em! Jail Break!!!

I got distracted by the neighbors kitty and she almost got me. hahahaha....zoom zoom. Then I had to stop and tinkle and she almost got me again. The Mr. got the clicker and a bag of treats and I wasn't even tempted. I went under cars, behind hedges, across front porches, just laffin all the way. Finally, when I stopped in the middle of the road to take a dump, she managed to get her big ole foot on the end of my drag line and it has a wee knot so I wasn't able to pull it out from under her. Dratted.

Soaked to the skin, happy as a froggie in a pond....that was sooooo much fun!!! She was huffin n puffin so hard, the Mr was worried she have a heart attack. I guess she needs to start practicin wind sprints if she's gonna keep up with me!

Bonnie, the captured, still FREE in spirit!

Proper Butt Sniffing

2009-09-22T20:33:00.006-04:00

Apparently I have been remiss in properly introducing myself. Lets start over. My name is Bonnie MacKinnon Love of Maitlands Kennel. I will be 2 years old in December. I live in Apollo Beach FL, on the bay south of Tampa. With Puffy the snitch. Wait. That's not his real name. You won't beleive what his real name is....it's WOLVERINE. That's what happens when you let an 8 year old boy name you. How embarrasing. His name evolved from Pupster, to Poopster, to Pooper (which is also on his name tag.....snicker) to Puff. At least I get called Princess by the Mr. SHE calls me Thunder Butt. And I don't think she means it in a nice kind of way.

Now, about the bloggie name. It's one SHE had that she wasn't using. She would send emails to friends about once a month regaling them with what she called Bonnie Tales. One of her friends suggested she blog them. Since this bloggie already existed and was dormant, she just started using it and did not change the name as there are links on various spacey places and it was just too complicated to change. You'll notice at first she did the blogging from her point of view, but then noticed most everyone else blogged from their point of view, so now I gets to do the blogging.

So, Lacie, my middle name isn't Scrappy, although that is a good name for me as I am always scrapping her stuff into itty bitty bits. And I did add a bit of info to the profile for Max. He's so cute. It's a shame he's taken. And so far away.

Now for the Puffalump.....

This is Puffy the Ancient. He is 16.5 years old. Mostly blind, mostly deaf, mostly teefless, mostly grumpy all the time. He is a metrosexual guy. Bit HER once when he was young and lost his....well, you know, THAT part. He has resented me since my sweet little self showed up on the doorstep almost 2 years ago. He is a Malti-Poo. I'd put the emphasis on the poo part. Every now and then I try to drop kick him over the rainbow bridge, but he must have 9 lives or something. He was a bit unkind to me when I was a baby, and I haven't forgotten it yet. The only time I tolerate him in my space is when it's that special girly time, and then I'm just not picky. Any male will do as long as he's breathing.

I do apologize for not introducing myself properly all around. It's all HER fault. She wouldn't know how to do a proper butt sniffy if her life depended on it. Anyways, thanks for letting me be your friend. I've met so many interesting dogs here and really enjoy leaving notes for everyone.

Butt sniffies all around,
Bonnie, the wee Scottie

I'm making up...

2009-09-19T20:51:00.007-04:00

I've spent the last 2 days being a 'lapdog' ...(shudder). By my own choice even. Normally I avoid laps like Puffy avoids baths. Laps move. They're hot. Lumpy. They BOTHER me. I prefer my own space on the ottoman or the back of the sofa or the far end of the sofa or the other sofa way across the room.

But, I screwed up royally Thursday night. Normally I get to sleep in the king size bed with my peeps. I snuggle up to the Mr. and put the smelly end over near HER and occasionlly give her a shovey with my hind leggies. When SHE gets up around 3am for her noctornal bathroom run, I always zip over to her side and stretch out in front of her pillow where it's nice n toasty. Then when she comes back to bed, I put on my magic weight gain and instantly gain like 100 lbs, making it near impossible to move me back into the middle.

Well, Thursday....I just wanted to let her know it was MY spot dang it...so I marked it...doggie style, right about where her ginormous rear would hit it when she came back. I seriously miss-judged the amount of drama that would cause. All the lights came on, snarling n growling commenced (from the Mr's side), name calling ...something like PEEPOT....little WITCH....(I think it was WITCH, coulda been a word that sounded like that too)...covers went flying all over the room, I went flying into my crate, doors slammed, the washy machine cranked up....it was quite the event!

The next day SHE diss-ed me. Turned her back on me and wouldn't speak to me all day. Needless to say, my wee feelings were crushed. Friday night I snuggled up to the Mr. all evening hoping he would choose ME over HER. I sat on his lap, snuggled up on his chest. Gave him soft woofy kisses. It didn't help. I still spent the night in jail. Puffy snickered all night. He CHOOSES to sleep in his crate, but then his door isn't slammed shut n locked either.

So today, I've sat on HER lap. I never ever sit on her lap. She gets up n down all the time. But like the suck up I'm trying to be, everytime she plopped down, I crawled right up on her lap. At least she didn't toss me off (which I actually expected).

I'm just sayin'......sometimes....yah just grovel a little to get back in HER good graces. And hopefully back into the big bed. I think the jury is still out on that. I heard the Mr. say it took 3 times in the dryer to get the comforter dry. And he sounded a bit annoyed.

So I'm really pouring it on thick with HER. She's actually a softer touch than the Mr. I know I bothered her with my pitiful crying last night. She had to get up and get her IPOD to go to sleep.

If this doesn't work, I may need lock picking lessons so I can escape my crate.

Looky what came in the mail!

2009-09-16T19:56:00.015-04:00

It's addressed to me!
And it's from those fabulously special Wire Fox Terriers, Jake n Fergi!
I can't wait to open it!

What's in here?

A cute plaid blankie! Isn't it smashing?

Lots more pressies!!! Sure smells YUMMY!

How about helping me out here? The knot is tight. I need scissors.

A chew toy fit for a Princess! And it's in my fave color.....PINK!

Yummy yum....these are soooooooooo good!

See the wee Scottie? Isn't he cute? Chock full of nummies too!

Wrapped in my plaid. Do I look like a proper Highland Lassie?

Parking it on my new blankie. I've never had my OWN blankie before. Isn't it beautiful?

Thank you sooooooo much for my prize pressies.....I'm just sooooo happy with them. It's like a barkday party! Ya'll are just the most wonderful foxies in the world!

Hugs, woofies kisses and sniffies all around!

I've been soooooo busy.....

2009-09-13T14:26:00.004-04:00

....I got sooo tired, I fell asleep in my party dress. SHE had a big scrappy event this weekend, lots of class kits to help put together, lots of greeting people at the door, nummie nums dropped on the floor at lunch that had to be hoovered up, running around commenting on everyones layouts, looking in everyones bags to see what they brought, helping with ribbon application....gosh....it just got soooo tiring, I had to take a beauty rest nappy. I'm so behind on all my friends, I can't wait to read about the exciting trip to see Max, and check up on all my UK friends. Later.....tonite....after a loooooong Sunday nappy.
toodles.....Bonnie

We remember.....

2009-09-11T10:48:00.002-04:00

.....and will never forget.

Wordless Wednesday

2009-09-09T13:50:00.003-04:00

Just peeking in on everyone

2009-09-05T08:37:00.003-04:00

I hope everyone has a wonderfull long weekend with their friends and family. Lots of yummie summer nummies like wally-melon, corn on the cob, dropped hot dogs and ice cream! We might be going to the beach later today if it doesn't rain. The Mr. said no more dog park until it dries up. White sand doesn't show up so bad in my furries. See ya'll soon!

Friend Friday

2009-09-04T21:29:00.002-04:00

This is Puffy's best friend, Gator. He's a poop-too doggie. Schitzoo? Somethin' like that. When he comes over, they get silly and run around in circles and annoy the phooey out of me. Gator is intact and he likes to hump EVERYTHING! And for the record, when I'm not in the mood, I'm NOT IN THE MOOD! And I clamp my tail tight to my bum and sit on it. And if he doesn't STOP, I clamp my jaws of death around his scrawny little neck and sit on him. Eventually somebody notices he can't breath and rescues his scrawny little self. When a girl says NO, she means NO. Humph!

Please VOTE for Kira

2009-09-03T11:36:00.003-04:00

Does that work? I'm not good at this.

Here is the URL just in case it's not clikky like it should be:

http://musketeers-mrdogmissbeauty.blogspot.com/

Today is the last day of voting. Please vote for Kira. She has very fluffy fanny furries.

My Aromatic HERBAL MUDBATH Spa Day

2009-08-30T11:25:00.008-04:00

I just LOVE a good mud bath. It is soooo aromatic and great for sloughing off dead skin cells. It helps to keep the itchies down. And it's so much FUN! For me, anyways. The Mr. was apalled that his little Princess could actually enjoy getting her feetsies dirty! He's a bit of a priss anyways.

There were a lot of apres' mudbath shampoos at the dog park yesterday. I had an energetic hose down and then a swimmy pool scrub. Then I was wrapped in a warm towel and carried to the truck. When I got home, it took 2 more baths to get 'most' of the mud off. There is still a bit of grey stain around my ears.

But it was sooooo much fun, I was zipping around so fast it was hard to get a good photo. That, and the photographer was laffin ' HER aahh...well, not too much of it..still looks ample to me! It looked like I was leaving jet ski rooster tails sometimes. You can bigify this collagey thingy, if you'd like to see the process to get smooth skin.

Here is a photo of some really dirty girlie panty loons for Mango. Now he can say he has some DIRTY pictures.....teeehheee!

Tree Rat Watch

2009-08-28T23:00:00.002-04:00

See that slidy door? On the other side is the screen porch or as the hoity toity say in Flori-duh, the lanai. Whatever that means. It's a porch and it's got screen around it. And there is a big ole Live Oak tree over on the right side...and in that tree live a family of SQUIRRELS!!!!!!

There wasn't a doggie door on the porch, so I added one myself one day when I'd had enuff of those tree rats. The Mr. replaced it, I put it back in. The baby Marine replaced it, I put it back in. The Mr. and the baby Marine replaced it 'special' and I put in a 'special door' the next day!
So now it's more like a doggie flap?

Anyways, these tree rats, they like to travel from the oak tree on the right to the palm trees that you can't see, way over on the left of the porch. And they like to hang onto the screen right under the edge of the porch roof.

I hear one now. Soon he'll come in sight.
Can you tell? I'm getting ready to launch myself out the slidy door.
Only problem is, the slidy door isn't open.

I've got a headache.

It's toooo HOT for walkies.

2009-08-23T21:04:00.004-04:00

This picture is for the Relentlessly Huge...I understand he collects pictures of fanny furries. Girls in pantaloons. Everybody needs a hobby. I wonder if he lets the PeeWee see his collection?

Crazy WOMAN took me for my 3 mile walkie at 5pm today...it was so HOT I thought we'd not make it back home. SHE didn't bring her cellphone and it was obvious by the time we got 1.5 miles out we were both suffering. She couldn't call the Mr. to come fetch us in the truck. So we limped home best we could. I walked on the grassy verge and she switched from side to side of the road to try to stay in shade. We took lots of stop and pant breaks. It had been raining all day and the sun came out and made it STEAMY.

As soon as I hit the front hall, I stretched out on the cool tile. It took me a while to chill out. The Mr. had to bring us both water cuz we were wiped out. She was all red in the face. It's toooo flippin hot....will it ever cool down?

We left Puffy back home in the A/C. That was a GOOD idea. He'd have pased out from the heat.

I'm going to go soak my feetsies in the water bowlie.

Friday Fluff up!

2009-08-21T21:00:00.009-04:00

First I wanna give a big ole shout out to Lacie for the great shopping tip on where to get a new Wonder Bra (EASY WALK) harness! They had it in the size I needed, S/M, and in my FAVE color, PINK!!!! Lacie...listen honey, it comes in PURPLE too! I'm a rather large breasted girlie, and I need a secure solution for when I go out, keeps everything held in...even me!

I'm not talking to HER (even though it was the Mr. that dropped me off at Miss Debbies on the way to work). That will teach her to send me to spa. I don't think she saw me in the play room with the 3 other doglets having a party after we were poofed, massaged, buffed and treated. Nah, she's not the fast, she couldn't have seen me flirting with that cute Pom. And she didn't give me the WHOLE vanilla Frosty at Wendy's, just 4 licks...big licks, but still, I thought the WHOLE frosty was for ME!

To make up, SHE retreived my new fishy off the top of the fridge where it was sleeping after I had a discussion with Puffers over just whose fish it was and that if he looked at it again, he was a dead dog walking. Can I help it that I just sorta brushed my teethies over his neck so he'd remember next time? He's really forgetful unless you give him a friendly reminder. Ahem. That's all I'm admitting to on that subject.

Now, if ya'll scuse me, I'm behind on my beauty sleep. Going to the spa is sooooo relaxing, you just wanna curl up and snoooozzzzzzzzze.

Have a fun weekend ya'll....I'm going to the doggie park in the morning to see all my boyfriends.

Party Hearty and stay cool.

My NEW sports bra

2009-08-18T21:24:00.002-04:00

I went shopping yesterday and got a new sports bra....and I'm not sure I'm going to like it. I had an Easy Walk one but I outgrew it. I got the next size up and it was just too big. It was pretty and red though. This one is a cross your heart kinda getup and it goes under your pits. I'm concerned it might cause chafing or matting (I don't shave my pits...Puffers does, he's metro-sexual after all). Has anyone had any experience with this brand? It's called Canine Concepts. SHE says if this one is no good or bothers me, she'll see if she can get the Easy Walk one altered at the...get this....sail shop!!!!! The black leash is new too....kinda flimsy if you ask me....I'm thinking the first squirrel that crosses my path, this think is gonna snap and I'll have squirrel for din-din.

Puffy's Bath Day!

2009-08-15T21:56:00.005-04:00

Cujo Lives! Actually, it's just Puffers doing his best to look menacing. Dude...yer wet n nekked! Maybe if you snarled a little with yer 3 remaining toofers, you'd scare someone, but not me!
Bathing Puffy is an ordeal and that's just deciding on WHO has to do it. First the Mr. n She argue for 2 weeks over who and when. Then the Mr. 'forgets' its bath day several times. Finally She has a hissy fit and suddenly it's today. It starts off with a happy pill for Puffy and a stiff drinky for the peeps. Then it's scrubby dubby time and snip n buzz all the mats out.

After his haircut, Puffy got his nose stuck under the sofa and stayed there till supper time. I think he was trying to squish flat and slide under there and hide. Maybe he's part Ostrich and thinks if he can't see you, then he's all hidden out of sight? Or maybe he's just senile and goofy.

I, of course, slept through the whole drama with the mama thingy.....way too much whining, growling, yelping going on....and that was just the Mr.!

I prefer going to the groomers where I get cookies and I'm treated with respect like the swift warrior princess that I am. Plus I like the way Miss Debbie makes my nails shine when she buffs them.

Public Service Announcement

2009-08-13T21:10:00.004-04:00

It is the time of the year when we have Hurry-Canes.....so I am posting this for all ya'll folks that live in the cone of death areas (not to be confused with the dreaded cone of humility).

Hurricane preparedness for your pets :
Most public shelters do not accept pets. Therefore, it is crucial that you make plans ahead of time. Staying with friends or relatives in a non-evacuation zone is the best option.
Another alternative is to stay in hotels in a non-evacuation zone that are "pet friendly." Be sure to call ahead for reservations since they fill quickly.
And finally, if you can't find arrangements to stay with your pets, call a veterinarian office or boarding kennel to see if space is available.

If you leave your pets behind...
Be aware that your pets may not survive.
When frightened, they can escape through damaged areas or broken windows. They can die from exposur, contaminated food or water, or be run over by a vehicle.

If you don't have to evacuate...
Pets will be safest in a crate or carrier during the storm.
If your house is damaged, they could escape if not in a secure place. Once escaped, there will be no normal landmarks or scents, and they may not find their way home.
If you bring plants in your house, keep them away from pets since many plants can be poisonous.

After the storm...
Check the pets surroundings.
Walk your pets on a leash until they become familiar with their home again.
Check food and water for contamination.
Watch for downed power lines and other dangerous debris.
If you lose power, don't allow your pets to be around candles or oil lamps.

Pet Evacuation Kit
Collar, tags and sturdy leash
Medications
Medical records, current photo, immunization information
Food and water (minimum of two-week supply)
Ziplock bags for treats, toy, etc.
First aid kit
Pet carrier
Crate
Cat litter, scoop and pan
Plastic bags for waste
Paper towels for messes
Brush or comb
Muzzle, if necessary
Mark all belongings with identification

Wordless Wednesday

2009-08-12T21:18:00.001-04:00

It's been a while...

2009-08-09T20:42:00.003-04:00

...SHE was out of town for a while and SHE took my laptop with her! I think she just needs to get one of her own. This one matches the inside of my ears. It's very important to be matchy-matchy. Us girlies have to keep up our appearances, especially when you are a bearded lady. It's been either too hot for walkies, or too rainy to go out. I've only got to go to the beach ONCE last week. And it was with the Mr. He doesn't let me chase stuff or read pee-mail or rest on the paw-k benches like SHE does. It's more like a forced march. It's just move it out and come back...3 miles in 45 minutes. Now...my wee little legs are only 4 inches long! And he's a full 6 feet tall....I have to take way more steps than he does just to keep up. I've been to the groomers and I am feeling much more civilized. My nails are buffed and my ummm....important parts...are trimmed and squeaky clean. Then I got to hang out with HER friends for an afternoon of girly time. They even let me sit at the table for nibblies. We had wally-melon and sherbert and mojitos. Then it's been RAINING. She says I can't be a true scottie cuz I hate the rain and it's either drizzling all the time in Scotland or fixing to rain. I HATE getting water in my ears! I even have a raincoat but it doesn't help. So I stand under the eaves and refuse to go out. SHE picks me up and carries me out in the yard or down the street, but I just flatten my ears and head back to the house as fast as I can. Silly old Puffers just waddles out and does his bidniz right away. He doesn't mind getting wet and stinky. But his ears don't stand up either...he's gots those hangy down kind. Needless to say there have been some 'mysterious piddling' in the house. I try to blame it on Puffy...he's old and has a weak bladder I say. Not me...and I roll my eyes. But I got caught this morning. SHE reached under and checked my girl bidniz and it was still wet! Note to self....sit down quick after stealth piddling and wipe the evidence off. Can I just say here that I don't appreciate having my private parts invaded by inappropriate touching! Hmphff! I'm not speaking to SHE right now. I think the feeling is mutual though, I heard her muttering something about having to mop the floors twice in one weekend was not endearing myself to her and that she had just cleaned the living room carpet 3 weeks ago and washed all the throw rugs last week. Can I help it if the rugs are more comfy for my bidniz than going outside in the rain? Just let me tell you if SHE had to go outside and squat in the rain, she'd be getting her hiney in the house and hunting a rug lickety split! She even shoved us both in the crates today when she had to run errands and said since she couldn't prove who was doing what, we could both just park ourselves in lockup till she got back. Cruelty I tell you....what Puffy? No...I don't have to tell everyone she gave us treats and a new chew bone....shhhhh....I'm trying to get across the idea that we are mistreated! Puffers is such a snitch!! Well, I need to get some beauty sleep....the Mr. and I are going on a long walk at 6am tomorrow. It's just too hot on the feetsies to go any other time and if you wait till evening....guess what? ....it's RAINING!

Oh! I've been tagged!

2009-07-28T19:44:00.004-04:00

I've been tagged by Asta-lishcious in Nu Yawk Sittee (do you hafta SIT all the time in the Sittee?)

Here are the rules of the game:

1) open the folder that has your pet pics in it

2) choose one you haven't posted before

3) tell its story

4) tag 5 friends

I have a little bit of a neglect/revenge thingy....I don't really live in the moment like Mr. Millan says on his Whis-PEE-er show, I actually remember when I've been short changed and GET EVEN!!! See all the BLUE stuff on my mouth and front feets? That's HER blue stuff she rubs on her eyeball skin when she gets dressed up like a tarted up wench. In Tampa, we have a Gasparilla Festival which involves peeps dressing like pirates and holding all kinds of silly events. They even have doggie parades and cocktail parties (not that SHE took me to any of those!!). Anyways...THEY left me n Puffers alone....locked up in our crates without a crust of bread or drink of water. Well. OK. They did have The Marine and his GF stay with us and they did walk us and feed us....but we were in our crates for a while....a longer while that I thought necessary. When they came dragging home late at night, after the appropriate greetings had been exchanged, including cookies for me n Puffers...I decided to get EVEN!!! Someone had actually put down the toilet seat (I know, heck must be freezing over) so I hopped up on the seat and checked out the things on the vanity that belong to HER. I found a cute PINK flowered bag, so it must be meant for me! I carried it off to my corner and opened it ever so gently....teehee...right. I found all kinds of pink, red, gold, silver, blue, shiny things. I opened most of them, some had to be chewed open, but that's not a problem with these toofers. This BLUE stuff was extra tasty as you can see. I would have added some pink stuff, but the Mr. walked in on my primping. He said I was too young to wear mascara and lipstick yet. SHE was not best pleased. Serves her right!

I am going to tag some other doggies if I can figure out how....ya'll scuse me if I do it wrong, this is only the second game I've ever played.

TAGEES:

Rocky Creek Scottie Adventures

Scampering Scotties

Dory

The wee Brute...

Sweet Cottage Dreams

It's a mystery to me....

2009-07-27T20:44:00.003-04:00

Does anyone know why Bonnie's eyes are BLUE when I use the flash...

....but Puffers glow red? Normally CUJO red...but he's got a bit of cataracts now.

I thought all dogs had red eye? But I've noticed other photos of terrier type dogs that glow blue too. Anybody know?

I have a little shadow.....

2009-07-26T20:08:00.011-04:00

She is moving out...it's been a long time since we've let her out off the property. We are going on our 3 mile round trip walk to the beach. Lots to do and see! After she had a couple of 'end of life' talks with Puffers, it was time to walk off a little frustration.

Reading pee-mail....it's been so long her in-box is very full.

We stopped at several park benches along the way....you can see we are almost to the bay.

It was very hot yesterday in Florida.

She really doesn't like getting on the sea walls....here...at home she will scoot along them chasing crabs like a champ, but we don't have the sound of surf either.

Time to head back to the house. She is much happier....and still full of energy. She pulled the whole way until we turned onto our street and then she finally slowed down. I kept reeling her back to my side. It looks like we are going to have to do some re-training on who's the boss.

Come Scrap with me....

2009-07-16T14:59:00.009-04:00

I am going to show you something fun today. This is what the Alpha Female got the other day.

It's a 4 inch die, so the Scotties are probably about 3.5 inches?

It makes Scottie clones....teehee....she said I could make all the male scotties I wanted.

I made Duhgall so I could give him a woofy kiss.

Maybe tomorrow I'll make one of Piper so I can give him a woofy kiss too.

I'm not fickle...just road testing woofy kisses.

She who gets to play with all the scrap goodies says if you want one of these scottie die cuts to let her know and she'll send you either a black, wheaten or grey one.....she doesn't have brindle cardstock, but you can add chalky streaks to match your fave scotty. I added reddish streaks to my blonde locks...I have the cutest ginger streak on my back. Puffers does too. We match!

Let us know if you want a bow or a collar on your scottie.

Bonnie

I am sooooooo flusterated!!!!!

2009-07-10T20:33:00.003-04:00

You have nooooo idea! Well, you might if you are female, and you wish it were raining MEN! And I've had to wear those ..those..awful denim pants. So ugly. Even the red ruffle doesn't amuse me anymore. I need a better wardrobe, with something pink and shiny. I need to go SHOPPING! But nooooo...we can't go shopping , because I wish it were raining MEN. Puffer's is too old to do me any good. He just makes me more flustered. I can't go shopping or to the park or to the island. Cuz there might be an undesirable man around. Don't they understand? ALL men are desirable right now! I could care less what kind of man he is....just so he's breathing and can get the job done. Mom won't even walk me on our street anymore. She puts me in the car and takes me down to the grocery store. How embarrassing. She says it causes that cute little King Charles Spaniel up the street to escape and she's afraid he will get hit by a car or something on his quest to come see me. He used to leave me little love notes on the street. But I think his people and my people talk ...so he's not being let out on the street either. Heck, they won't even take me to get my nails and hair done! I'm starting to look scruffy and that's just wrong on so many girlie levels. Ahhwoouut. I wanna go ahhwoout! I feel the urge to tear up something....something of SHE WHO WON'T LET ME DATE...something in the scrap room or the trash can? I wonder if they have an online dating service for dogs?

Did you hear the joke about the 12 foot Scottie?

2009-07-06T23:15:00.003-04:00

Bonnie is still rolling around on the floor..laffin!!!!

It's on the Great Scotts MacBlog:

http://tartanscottie.com/macblog/

Bonnie thought she'd like to share her smile on the crocodile.

We had a low key 4th of July....friends and family, ribs and brats..and this ICED TEA....

I have to share the recipe.

It was so light and refreshing...I had to make 2 batches!

It's from this months Southern Living with a small substitution:

Ingredients:
3 cups water
2 family-size tea bags
1 (1-oz.) package fresh mint leaves (about 1 cup loosely packed)
1/2 cup sugar
4 cups cold water
1 (6-oz.) can frozen lemonade concentrate, thawed
Garnish: fresh citrus slices
Preparation
1. Bring 3 cups water to a boil in a 2-qt. saucepan. Remove from heat, add tea bags, and stir in fresh mint. Cover and steep 10 minutes.
2. Remove and discard tea bags and mint. Stir in sugar until dissolved.
3. Pour tea into a 3-qt. container, and stir in 4 cups cold water and lemonade concentrate. Serve over ice. Garnish, if desired.

****I used a cup of Bacardi's Limon rum....since that was all I had handy.

Oh....and it disappeared so fast it never got garnished!

the recipe said use either of these:
Bourbon-Lemonade Iced Tea: Prepare recipe as directed, and stir in 1 cup bourbon. Makes 9 cups.
Spiced Dark Rum-Lemonade Iced Tea: Prepare recipe as directed, and stir in 1 cup spiced dark rum. Makes 9 cups.

When the fireworks started, Bonnie barked for about 10 minutes. We were watching the fireworks outback, and she was inside guarding the front door. I think because the sound carried over the water and it sounded like it was in the front.

The doggies got a tinky bite of ribs....and lots of fresh carrot sticks...and smidgen of banana pudding.

Puffers was up and about socializing so much, that his knee gave out after everyone left. He was really in pain for a while...he wasn't able to put weight on it all evening. We gave him some pain pills and he was all better Sunday....well, as better as a 16 year old dog can be with a bad rear knee. Maybe it was all the sitting up and begging that aggravated it.

Bonnie doesn't beg. She's very polite and curls up under the table or hangs out in the living room. Well, unless I sit on the sofa with a snack, then it's all for one and the one is Bonnie.

Can I have some of that?

What?

That ice cream...the one with my nose in it! Can I have it?

Is your dog a beg-a-matic?

Freedom isn't free....somebody pays.

2009-07-02T23:13:00.004-04:00

Today, my heart goes out to the Marine family that lost a son in Afghanistan. Our youngest did 2 tours in Iraq and our oldest, a career Navy officer in EOD is forever going to Iraq and Afghanistan. Our DIL, a Navy Doc, just returned from a year in Afghanistan. The middle son is a cop....we live in constant gut wrenching fear when the phone rings at night or a strange sedan pulls up in the driveway.

As we celebrate the 4th of July and our own Freedom at home, lets not forget the legions of loved ones that purchased our freedoms with their own lives, so that we could live in freedom from fear and tyranny.

I remember....I pray for their safety everyday....God bless the brave men and women of our military and keep them safe till they return.

Waiting for Dad....a sixth sense.

2009-06-30T22:37:00.003-04:00

For years, I thought Puff had extraordinary hearing. He would go to the door about 10 mintues before Dad came home and park by the front door. I thought maybe he had super hearing and could pick out the sounds of his car miles away. Never mind we live in a community subdivision and there are other cars, dogs, trucks, boats and noise all around. But still...you could almost start flinging the food on the table when he did this. Just like in the photo above. He's not wanting out....he's sitting quietly waiting.

Now, before you think, oh he's on a schedule....the Mr. doesn't work a normal schedule. He alternates 2 shifts and sometimes works late and other times has activities after work. And sometimes we swap vehicles.

Well, he got old and lost his hearing. And we got Bonnie and it was like he gave up his guard dog position of primary barker. But still....there he is....waiting by the door. How does he do it? I know this dog can't hear. The only sound he can hear is when Bonnie does this high pitched bark. I took this photo yesterday because he did it around 4pm-ish. And the Mr. walked in 15 minutes later. Very early for him. It's very very spooky.

I can stick my tongue out too!

2009-06-26T23:08:00.002-04:00

I'm not much of a tongue hanging out kinda girl. I give soft woofy kisses, none of that disgusting tongue kissing like Puffes. But when I run, I let it hang out just a bit for cooling. Mom had to really look to find a tongue shot. She thought she'd have to stage it with peanut butter on my nose. Dratted. I actually like peanut butter on my nose. Slurpy yumm.

TROUBLE!

2009-06-26T22:02:00.003-04:00

Who knew a bone would cause so much Trouble....with a capital T!

When Bonnie was at the vet last week, we were discussing the variety of undesirables she puts in her mouth. The vet suggested we get a very large rawhide chew. We had never allowed her to have rawhide chews as she would consume the smaller size almost immediately. Normally we only let her have nylabones, kong balls, tennis balls and stuffed toys without dangley legs that can be ripped off. The vet said she should chew on a large bone for 1 to 2 hours a night, then pick it up and put it away. Sounds good.

We got the bone and she knew it was hers when we walked in with it. She immediately grabbed it and headed for a corner in another room. Puffers walked by to see what the excitement was all about. He hasn't been interested in chew toys for over a decade. She jumped him from across the room. It was a good thing I was standing there and got them separated. Puffers got a good bite on his back. She normally doesn't care about her other chew toys so this was a surprise to all of us.

She LOVES this bone. She puts her whole body into chewing on it. And she hasn't been interested in chewing up other things since she got it. That's the good part. The bad part is the only place we can think to put this behemoth is on top of the fridge. Well, they eat their dinners in the kitchen. Now she has to protect the bone even though it's on top of the fridge. Meal times have been stressful.

The real challenge came yesterday. We've been taking the bone up after about an hour with no problems. Yesterday, barefooted (my normal footwear...none) I went to pick up the bone and she jumped at me! Whoa! Bad plan sister. I had to find shoes. Then calmly walk in and 'claim' the bone. First I put one foot on it. And waited to see if she backed off. Of course not! Everything a Scottie claims, is theirs forever. So I put the other foot on the bone, down on the end where she had been chewing. I just stood there and waited. And waited. Finally after 10 minutes she turned her head. She never actually moved back, but she did turn her head. I was then able to pick up the bone and put it away. Leave it, watch me, back.....none of that worked. She was totally focused on the bone.

It doesn't help that it's 'girl time' ....I'm sure her hormones aren't helping. For now the bone is on the fridge. Tomorrow we'll work with her. Let her chew the bone while we hold one end. We'll remove it every 5 minutes or so to in force that the bone is ours to share. We've picked up all her toys and have been handing them out for short play and then putting them up again. Since it's girl time, we can't take her to the dog park or walk her near home. Well, we could, but every boy dog in the neighborhood winds up in the front yard! We usually put her in the car and take her to another street for a walkies. Better that she leave that luscious girly smell somewhere else.

I've felt the same way about chocolate during 'girl time'......try and take my Snickers away and you're gonna draw back a nub mister! Don't be getting between me and my stress relief!

ps....I have no idea why sometimes I can successfully do paragraphs and sometimes I can't. I'm such a dweeb.

Today, right now, this minute...a snapshot of time.

2009-06-24T17:47:00.005-04:00

A picture to share...

TODAY June 24th, 2009

Outside my window... The wind is picking up and blowing all the leaves down the street AWAY from my yard. YAY. It was yard work pick up day, and we had trimmed the oak tree. Now I won't have to rake up the leaves!!!
I am thinking... that it's been a long time since I had a do-nothing, go-nowhere vacation.
I am thankful for... air conditioning in Florida!
From the kitchen... last night I made bannana pudding for us and 2 sets of neighbors. The recipe is large, more than we can eat, so I share the love.
I am wearing... jeans and ladies version of a golf shirt, no shoes.
I am creating... a mini scrapbook with chipboard, felt and transparent pages. Lots of bling. Cute so far.
I am going... nowhere fast, unless you count work. Or maybe going on a walkie with the critters.
I am reading... the Vince Flynn 'Rapp' series...I think there are 10 or 12 of these. Page turners.
I am hoping... the doggies get better soon. I'm tired of cleaning up accidents and staying up with them at night.
I am hearing...the sound of gulls outside and somebody whimpering for dinner inside. FEED ME!
Around the house... my paper work is out of hand. But the laundry is clean and stacked in baskets but not put up.
One of my favorite things...right now...in the heat...ICE CREAM!!
A few plans for the rest of the week... work on scrapbooking class, catch up bills, sleep...oh...and do some house cleaning at night when it cools down.

Bonnie's first family

2009-06-22T23:38:00.004-04:00

Left to Right....Nessie in the back, is Bonnie's litter sister. In the center is her sweet Momma, Akiira, the black scottie. And up front on the right, is Hammish, Bonnie's Daddy. He's much bigger than the girls. There were 4 scotties in the litter, 2 black and 2 wheaties. Bonnie was blessed to have such a good beginning, surrounded by love and family.

Happy Father's Day short n tall...daddies all!

2009-06-21T10:26:00.004-04:00

Mom helped me make this card for my tall Dad. The first trick I learned when I was a wee baby doglet was to 'take it to Daddy'. When I was knee high to Puffers, I would bring in the community papers to daddy. Then I got big and now I can drag in the Sunday paper! Dad was so surprised this morning when I brought him this card. I signed it and addressed it myself with 'Distress Ink'. Mom say's I love to distress everything in the house, so Distress Ink is right up my creative streak.

On behalf of my clan/pack, I want to send out Father's Day greeting to all the male poppa's in my life. First to my Dad.....Maitlands Hammish the Red..or Hammie as we all know and love your hammie self. I got my pretty coat from Hammie. Then to my tall Dad...he taught me all the tricks I know..and takes me to the dog park and for car rides and long trips and to the beach. He's my pal. He gives me cuddles, treats and belly rubs. And helps me hunt squirrels.

Happy Father's day to Grand Pop too. He doesn't like dogs in the house but he lets me come and visit just the same. We respect each other.

Happy Father's day to my tall step-brothers n brother n law too. You guys make a great clan. Thanks for all 6 of my step-nephews to play with, even the 2 that are too small yet.

Happy Father's Day all you dads out there. I hope you get lots of belly rubs and back scratches today.

Psssst! We have a problem....

2009-06-19T21:26:00.002-04:00

I'm feeling better..but Puffers tummy got upset after eating the rice and chicken. And he's white like me...but fluffy. On his bum. He...um....made a mess on his bum and his hind leg. Mom tried to wash him in the little foot tub. Water went everywhere and Puffy got skeered. So he tried to snap. Dad tried to put his muzzle on him, but he was wet n slippy and there was water n soap all over the kitchen floor. Mom said I wasn't helping any running in and out of the water. In the mess, Puffers collar pulled off. Oppsey. Now he's skeered stiff and you can't get near him. Mom put him in my play pen. She just sat it down on top of him. They gave him a yummy with a pill inside. I got a yummy too...just a plain yummy. It's one of those pink pills they give him when they groom him. Mom says it makes everbody happy. I'm happy all the time so I don't get any happy pills. Mom says if I live as long as Puffy then I can have happy pills too. Dad is having a happy beverage. Mom is mopping. Puffy is whining. I think he needs to go Ahhwooot, but he doesn't have a collar or a leash on. We are all just waiting on him to get happier so peace can be restored. Mom said to put 2 collars on him, one for backup. Dad said he's getting him a harness tomorrow. Sigh....sooo much drama. Puffers is nekked! Time to run FREE. Check back later to see if they managed to get him back in his collar.

You're going to put THAT....where?

2009-06-17T20:49:00.005-04:00

Bonnie has been ill for more than 5 days. A really bad stomach upset. Both directions. Did she eat something off the road? Chew up something inside the house? Eat a toad, frog or lizard? Did she pick up some parasite at the dog park? Whatever it is hasn't affected her appetite. That's a two sided sword...she eats...it comes out messy somewhere. And there has been blood in her stool. None of the usual remedies slowed down her GI tract. Off to the vet we go.

Bonnie is very good at the vets. Doesn't bite, snap or snarl. This clinic has about 10 vets. We got a young doc today. She takes a look in her mouth. "My what BIIIGGGGG teeth!" I don't think she had ever seen a Scotty before, much less a wheaten scotty. She goes..."I've never seen a BLONDE scotty before." Yeah honey, what color are your roots, hmmmm?

The vet tech took Bonnie's temp and pulled a stool sample. All of which invaded her very private parts. She doesn't like anyone messing with her bum. She will sit on it. Even when we tried to gently wipe her hiney this week, she'd clamp her tail tight to her bum and sit down. When a scotty clamps their tails down, it's hard to pry them back up.

Then the vet came in and slapped on a pair of gloves and gelled up her fore finger....Bonnie decided retreat was the better part of valor and headed for the window sill. She wasn't happy with the concept of an internal exam. Don't worry honey....none of us wimmen, regardless of species...enjoys internal exams. Especially the one that begins....bend over!

The end (sorry...that just slipped out) result was no parasites, no blockage, x-ray showed no foreign objects...just some gas in her tummy. She may have some viral thingy going on as she had a bit of a temp. Doc decided to treat the symptoms and see if she gets better. Antibiotics and some anti-nausea medicine and Pepcid AC.

But the BEST part, is she wants me to feed her boiled chicken and rice or boiled beef and rice for a week. Which means Puffers gets to eat that too. Dinner tonight was a treat. The bowls were licked clean and shoved around looking for crumbs. Dang doglets are eating good!

She's kept her tail firmly clampled down since coming back from the vets. Don't be messing with me bum.

The END!

Serendipity

2009-06-17T16:07:00.004-04:00

Doesn't this look like a chalk or watercolor rendering?
My son the Marine picked up my camera and took this the other morning. The flash was off and she was a good bit away so it turned out a bit blury. I like it though. I couldn't have done this on purpose if my life depended on it.
Looks artsy. How serendipitous!

In the mean time..it was ARRR-OUTTTT..which part of OUT can't you people understand??

Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do.....

2009-06-16T22:22:00.004-04:00

....when they come for you!

It's official. At 16.4 people years old.....Puffers is a registered BAD DOG.

It was an accident officer...he didn't mean to bite the hand that feeds him!

Puffers has a crate...it's his special place for the last 16 years. We leave the door open and he sleeps in there and just comes and goes on his own. But lately, he's been having accidents so we been shutting him in his crate when we leave the house. You know how it is when you get older....everything gets weaker, bladders, eyes, ears.

We leave a leash on him all the time now. He's blind and deaf. The leash makes it easier to get him going in the right direction. He can feel vibrations and usually he just follows along behind our footsteps.

The Mr. was putting him in his crate yesterday. He had treats in his left hand and the leash in his right hand. The door to the crate was shut, so he reaches over with his left hand to open the crate. Puffers nose works really good...and he snaps for the treats. The Mr. jerks the leash back, which startled him and I guess made him think the treats were getting away. He snapped really hard and bit the Mr. on that fleshy part between his thumb and index finger. OUCH! Those few remaining teeth made a deep puncture wound. And those teeth aren't in the best shape, but we're trying to leave him a few for eating and protection. And for biting the hand that feeds him!!!

In spite of our first aid, it was apparent this morning that this wound needed medical attention. The Mr. called for an appointment and was told to bring Puffers shot records. I mean....where ARE they? It's not something I keep up with normally. We don't board him so he doesn't need them for a kennel. The Mr. stopped by the vets office and they printed off a copy for him All his shots are up to date. No need to worry about rabies.

Well, that's not why they needed his shot records. The Dr. has to report him as a ... BAD DOG! OMG!!! It's not like he runs loose around the neighborhood. If by some odd chance he did get out, he can only hobble so fast. You can out walk him at a normal pace. The Dr. had to swab the wound and send it off to some animal control type lab to have it tested. I can just see it now.....lady...you have to keep this dog confined at all times. And my home insurance will go up!

So there you have it....the poster boy for BAD DOGS!
You have your junk yard dogs, your fight dogs, attack dogs...and now....your geriatric 16 lb Malti-poo bad boy. Be afraid people.....be very very afraid.
Home guarded by Puffers....registered BAD DOG.

Looking for LOVE in all the wrong places....

2009-06-14T21:09:00.002-04:00

Actually, I'm going to the dog park to play....alone....on the little dog side! All the 'men' are on the big dog side. Mom n Dad say it's not time yet, but I still think the guys are hunky. And all those big boys are fun, rough, but fun! Dad says he doesn't want to deal with doggie PMS so I have to play alone. Sigh. Sides, Mom says I can't date anyone that doesn't wear a kilt and that I can't even begin dating till I'm 2 so I might as well stop acting like a little tart. Heck, I don't even know any Scotties that aren't relatives....and Dad said there wasn't going to be any 'insects'. I don't know what he's got against bugs...I love to chase all kinds of bugs. Mom and Puffers and I had a nice walkie today. We went down to the 'pee on rock'. That's what Puffers does every time we walk down there. Mom says I need a brisk walkie before I go to the dog park. Puffers doesn't get to go. Mom says he's too fragile and might pick up something. Heck, I pick up stuf all the time at the dog park....that's one of the things I love about he dog park. Old balls, sticks, stinky stuff. I keep looking for the man of my dreams. I know he's out there somewhere, kilts and all. Maybe I need to learn how to play the bagpipes. I already have the 'come hither' look down pat, I just need a sweet Scottie boy to charm!

Let your FunShine!

2009-06-11T18:02:00.005-04:00

Well, this scrapbook class just about didn't get done in time....cuz someone did this to the rick rack in the scraproom:

Wonder what little scottie did this? Not the good scottie...must be the evil twin!
She also ate a box of adhesive refills. I'm still missing a whole role of ATG refills.
I wonder if she actually ATE it or just mangled it and left it's crumpled carcass somewhere?

Still have to clean the house.....and I haven't done anything but essentials for the last 2.5 weeks while I've been sick. Off to the store to buy something for supper....when Mom's sick, people can't seem to manage bringing home anything but bread, beer, chips and ice-cream.

Sunny with a chance of Bonnie!

2009-06-03T00:13:00.000-04:00

It just might be that time of the year again...or soon. You know that girl time? The 'oh man she smells so good' time? Here's visual reminder.

She's been acting a bit ...ummmm...charming? lately. I guess that's better than the 'B' word. She does drive by nips at Puffers and then flops down in front of him displaying her 'charms'. Now...Puffers is OLD...really old...older'n dirt old. He's 16...people years...and I can't count that high in doggie year. He's a Malti-Poo and has been fixed since ....oh...since he bit me! There yah go...bite Momma and she'll have you fixed! Technically, he's a 16 year old virgin. Didn't even know what girls were until we got Bonnie and she had her first heat. Then he remembered. Now, he can't see or hear...but he can still smell. We can usually tell when it's getting close to that time because he starts hanging out near Bonnie. Normally, he hates her! Not just dislikes, we're talking I'd like to see you dead hates her.

And that's not his fault. He thought he was the only dog in the Universe except for his little play group. So along comes this little interloper. Daddy's little girl. And she didn't LEAVE after a couple of weeks. He's had other doglets stay over for a couple of weeks while we doggie sit for friends, but she just wasn't leaving. He got a little mean with her...stealing her food and biting her occasionally. She had these little tiny sharp scotty teeth and she loved to hang on to his ears all the time. He'd take it a while and then he'd SNAP and grumble and walk away. Well, you know what happened. Those little scotty teeth fell out and those BIG scotty teeth grew in.

Then one day she snapped back and took a big ole chunk outta his ear. That sealed it. Girls gotta go! There ain't room in this town for 2 dogs. He hitched up his suspenders and waded in and she did the full 'I'm a Scottish Terrier and I kill for SPORT bub' thing. (If you haven't seen it, there is a LOT of wide open jaw snapping/flashing). We thought we had lost him that time.

But sometimes....love is in the air. AMORE! You're the one GF! And she thinks he's a hunk too during that time. And he does develop a 6-pack cuz he walks around air-hunching! It looks like that time might be soon. You see Bonnie, you see Puffers. She must be smellin' GOOD!

Does this haircut make my butt look big?

2009-05-31T12:47:00.000-04:00

A trip to the dog park....a rest on the picnic table after running around like a madwoman....I just couldn't resist the macro setting...wowser....Bonnie....GF!....I promise not to do this again. She actually has a very trim doggie figure. Bad Pamie.

Who's a good Scotty?

2009-05-29T14:03:00.000-04:00

NOT this chicka obviously! Her evil twin came to visit. I think after being so under the weather the first of the week, combined with RAIN to keep her in the house, has unleashed the very devil in this little missy! She needs to go to the dog park! When we do that, the evil twin stays at the park and the good Scotty comes home with us.

She has emptied the trash can all over the house....this time the one under the desk. Who needs a shredder....we have Miss Bonnie! She pulled scrapbook supplies out and munched her way through several chipboard alphabet sets...and pulled the jeweled handle off a mini purse album. I guess she felt she needed a little bling on her chipboard letters. And she woke up grumpy ole Puffers before the alarm clock today. Lovely! I just love stumbling out of bed to correct doglets and take them out.

Right now, after terrorizing the neighborhood earlier on an OUT RIGHT NOW!, she is curled sweetly by my chair with her chin on my foot. The very picture of innocence.

I think she's irritated with me over the change in her 'toybox'. Her toys have been residing in a lovely low wicker basket, which she chewed up this past weekend. Since she had already chewed up a plastic container, I got a nice deep metal bucket for her balls. She was grumbling at it last night under her breath. Finally she reached out with her front paw and flipped the dang thing over spilling out all the balls, squeaky toys and chew toys. She nosed through them all, as if counting and checking the condition, then picked them up one by one and carried them off to other places in the house. Humph! I'll put my toys where I want them, thank you very much!
And you can take this metal thing and put it where the sun don't shine!!

I suppose that is normal...no one of any import likes having their things messed about with. Moved without being told, etc. She doesn't understand that we prefer not to trip over round toys and how very dangerous they can be for us taller animals. Neither does she understand this is OUR house and she is merely (dare I say it?), the dog. One of 2 dogs actually. The younger intruder even. Nope. This is all hers. Everything in it. We may come in if she pleases. And she is always pleased to see us. But I get the impression it's her home and she is welcoming us to it. By her grace we can be admitted.

What is it Cesar is always saying...Rules, Boundaries and Limitations.
Rule number one. If it's mine don't mess with it.
Boundaries. It's all mine.
Limitations. What? Scotties don't have limitations, fool!

Bonnie Tales

2009-05-28T17:17:00.000-04:00

What else can that girl possibly put in her mouth?! So far this week it's been 2 ribbon spools, a mini-scrapbook, all the rick-rack, chewed up a storage basket, chewed up the Mr.s' toothbrush, pulled all the garbage out of the bathroom and strewed it all over the house...but my fave, is one of the Mr.s' blood pressure meds...ALTACE! That one caused an emergency trip to the vet $$$ and lots of worry. Right now she's sleeping peacefully on the back of the arm chair. Looks so innocent and sweet. She's due to wake up in about 30 minutes...and she'll be raring to go...zoom zooming around the house....aroooing her scotty aroooooo! Time for play and belly rubs and toss the ball and tug of war and OUT OUT OUT....I need to GO OUT RIGHT NOW so I can stand in the yard and smell the wind and feel the sun. And go squirrel n lizard n birdie hunting. AROOOO!

Pedaling along...

2006-09-26T15:44:00.000-04:00

Well, here I am forgetting to Flog...I mean Blog....

The bike and I are becoming good buds. I am up to 45 minutes a day
and usually bike 6 days a week. Why not 7? Well, why not 5?
I'm doing fine with this. Not hating it. I can do 6 miles in 30 minutes.
Not about to take to the open road just yet, but I like pedaling while
I watch Law n Order. Or reading a book or the newspaper.

Let see...other things...hosted a scrapbook retreat down at the
beach this past weekend. Good girlie time. Scrapping, shopping,
drinking, eating, watching girlie movies and walking on the beach
at sunset. Many mojitos consumed. Also LOTS of coffee.
Did some serious scrapping and bonding.

Oh...big news...got the movie SCRAPPED yesterday.
Watched it today. Two words....GIT IT!!!!!
Here's the link:

http://www.scrappedmovie.com/

Great job Wes Thomsen!
I'd nominate you for some kinda award.
Maybe the Grammie Pamie Video Award for 2006.
Sounds impressive. No other contenders at the moment.

Happy Labor Day!

2006-09-04T13:54:00.000-04:00

Well, it's Labor Day...and as usual, I'm working from 7am to 7pm. Yuck. But...I am working from HOME....so that is GREAT! The youngest is home for a 96 from the Marines. He has to go back tomorrow ...snif snif. I've been cooking all the family faves....got some yummy country ribs in the oven, 2
batches as my 'little guy' likes traditional BBQ sauce and my love bucket likes dry rub. The house smells all yummy good! The new recumbent stationary bike is sooo cool. It has a pulse heart rate monitor thingy that works like a cruise control. Punch in your program, time, age and heart rate you want to maintain, grab onto the pulse monitor handlebars and it keeps you at the same heart rate (pretty much) through out the whole work out. When it gets too high, you sorta coast or go downhill....when it drops low, you pedal harder. Amazing. But I do sweat. Thankfully, with the A/C on and the TV on a fave program. It also has a handy book rack for reading the paper or book. Haven't tried that yet. I'm up to 15 minutes. I hope to be up to 20 minutes a day for the rest of the week. According to their chart, do the 20 minutes for the first 2 weeks. Well, 3 to 5 times a week...for 2 week. I am aiming for the weight loss track, at least 5 times a week. Then I'll move my heart rate up to 70% once I can do that for 2 weeks.
We'll see how this goes.

Scraps of Me

2006-08-27T10:07:00.000-04:00

OK....I'm NOT good at blogging...feels more like flogging. I've read all these other 'meaningful' blogs and I'm just not sure I'm ready to share so much of me. Maybe in time. Anyways, here is something I can share. I ordered a recumbent bike today! It's been to flippin hot to walk outside and I hate going to the gym at the crack of dark. I'm much happier with an extra hour of sleep than getting up, dressed socially appropriate for a gym and driving down to the gym before my mind is in gear. I have visions of me inside in my jammies barefoot (got the upgraded one with barefoot pedals!) under the a/c vent watching the boob tube at 6am. I can see that happening more than me at the gym at 6am. Plus the extra 30 minutes of zzzz time makes a happier me. Stay tuned for more blog flogging updates.

Forgetfulness...

2006-07-25T18:17:00.000-04:00

Well, I started a blog and got busy and forgot to update it!
I'd think of it from time to time, but with the migraitions going on at work and everything else, I just forgot to update or add to it. It's not a work of art or a work of heart either...yet.

It might be someday worth reading. For now, it just exists out here in cyber-space taking up bits on someone's server.

OK, then, I suppose I should make an effort to keep updating it. I'm just not crazy about putting a lot of personal info on the web. You know...the 'public names and public faces are often seen in public places' idea.

My mom used to tell me that about people writing on bathroom walls. I think she meant it in as a negative warning.
I never developed a penchant for writing on bathroom walls, signs, graffiti or any kind of public statement.

I'm working on making the change.

Beginnings....

2005-05-03T15:43:00.000-04:00

Where to start...or rather why? I thought I would start this so the offspring could catch up with news of the day since catching up with them during the week is so sporadic. Not that there is much to report around here. I am having to drive in to work, which is a royal pain in the tush.
I leave right before 6am to make it to work in time to log on and be in live before 7am. I don't have my own desk, so I have to carry in my manuals and laptop, etc every day. Thank goodness I have a rolling tote for my stuff. And I have to park in a very low parking garage. It gives me the heebie jeebies. I feel myself scrunching my head way down low every time I enter the garage. And it flexes when another car comes in. Feels like a minor earthquake or tremor.
I reallllly don't like that feeling. There is a ton of traffic on the road first thing in the morning...
driving like madmen all over the place. I am wound up like a top by the time I get here every
day. And exhausted by the time I manage to get home around 8:15 pm. However, the view from this cubicle is breathtaking, looking out over a small nature perserve (I think it's a nature perserve) out to the bay. Lots of sea birds and an osprey and dolphins.