Remembering the US War Dogs

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!

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?

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....

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!

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

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!

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?

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???

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