Yup, I hate socks. That’s really an understatement. They don’t agree with me to say the least.
Mommy thinks I need them. She says I have cold feet (yes I do but I wont tell her that) She says when you are 11 pounds you need to protect your feet inside and outside. She also says that since we own Bloomingtails I should wear the socks that mommy suggests to other pup owners.
So Im not on board at all with her. I love getting my jammies on. I love my fleece jackets and even my costumes. OK Love is a strong word for the costumes, I don’t mind my costumes. I do mind everyone pointing and saying how cute I am (Im a big tough and strong boy right??) I do however, HATE my socks.
I don’t come when mommy calls me, I run the other way. I wont sit still and kick my little feet all around. Then, when she thinks we are all set I take off running. (no skid bottoms of course) Then I shake my legs and try to get them off. If that doesn’t work I go crazy on the sofa flipping around. That usually gets at least one stirred free. Then I chew the remaining socks off and scatter them so mom cant find them. I always make sure she comes up at least one short so she doesn’t try again.
All in all, its tiring for both of us. She thinks they are soooo cute, I say bah-humbug to socks. Santa better not send me any this year. I may try burying them in the snow. Im sure mom wont let up, shes gonna try again because that’s just how mom is!!
Do you wear socks????
MORE RAIN! We cant run outside because we will be all mud. Muddy feet equal a muddy house. I think when there are 3 of us (that’s 12 feet) mommy cant risk the crazy mud. Of course we don’t just go outside, do our business and come in. Mommy calls that wishful thinking.
I usually tinkle on the good shrubs out front and then I walk around gingerly to stay dry. I don’t like wet feet so I will sit under the shrubs and refuse to walk back in when mommy calls me. I guess if I just came in I could avoid all of the nonsense but that would be no fun. She calls and gets sad because I wont listen. I sneak further into the shrub, just a vicious circle.
Then theres my sister Matty. She pretty much does everything she is told. Mommy says its because shes smart and a Border Collie. I think shes trying to be the favorite personally. She goes out no matter wind, snow or rain. But, and there is always a but……she is calculated. She must first stare back at the door to make sure its shut. Then she stands in the rain and scans the yard and the road for minutes. TOO many minutes. Then she will proceed to do her business, secretly, off somewhere no one is watching. Oh, she is such a lady. Then she runs to the back porch (again, she is smart and its covered) and sits and waits for mommy to come to that door.
Lastly, my other goof ball sister Marla. She hates the rain. HATES the rain. She wont go out and will turn into an immovable object in the doorway. Looks kinda like that cat in a cartoon with her paws stretched out past the door frame. Mommy pushes, she doesn’t move. Mommy tries the cookie trick, she doesn’t move. She begs her and then somehow mommy wins!! Out she goes. But she turns right back around and attempts to open the door (yes, she can do that!!) Mommy has to lock it. She presses her face up to the glass and stares and cries. Only until she realizes mommy isn’t opening the door until she goes potty. Then off she goes. After the initial “shock” of being wet she turns into a mad woman. Running around the house at top speeds. Ripping up the grass (whatever is left of it). Crashing into my shrub that Im secretly hiding under. Barreling over Matty in an attempt to get her to join the madness. Jumping like a deer and grabbing every stick or leaf she can fit in her mouth. She is soaked and very muddy and decides she is having a blast and will not come back in. (that’s when mommy gets that red can of doom out)
That’s the Pet Corrector. Mommy says is wonderful and works really well. It scares the petunias out of me and I hate it. I come in the house in a flash. Matty does too. Marla sees the can, hears the can and almost takes mommys legs out. She knows better than to stand in the door way.
If all of the bedroom and bathroom doors are shut its zoomies through out the entire downstairs. Usually the couch gets knocked over and something falls but after the initial crazed run, she takes a 3 hour nap.
This is our normal rainy day. Mommy hates rainy days, I think because of this. We love to torture her!!
Mommy is very frustrated. Very!! She loves us all very much. All of our family surely does. We have a cool house in the summer and warm in the winter. We all can sleep wherever we want (usually on mom and dads bed). But we have pet beds strewn about. Some in the sunshine near the windows, some in cozy corners. We can eat when we want, our bowls are always full. Nice cool fresh water. We can go outside whenever we want and run and play. We get smooches and tickles and toys to play with. We have warm sweaters and coats for the chilly days and pjs at night for me. Im always chilly!
So, heres the problem. Matty likes to growl ALL day long at Marla. Marla is just big and goofy and doesn’t want to fight. She wants to lick Mattys head and roll around and snuggle. She never takes her toys and never sleeps in her comfy bed. She doesn’t eat her food when shes eating either.
Matty is pretty grumpy I think. She likes to be in charge and really starts most every fight. Shes a smart cookie, but not in the “fighting with my sister” category. Matty starts the rumble, but Marla is bigger and stronger and faster. Marla tries to stay away and ignore her, tries to walk away and even tries to love her up. But Matty just keeps on growling and then ta da……BIG dog fight. Marla fights back and wins every single one. I think somebody is going to get hurt very badly. And Matty never learns. Even after she is roughed up and mom or dad have to yank them apart, she continues to growl. You would think she would zip her lip and stop this madness but, oh-no.
So, mommy wanted me to ask for some help. She wonders if anyone else out there has this problem and if you could help. Do you have any good ideas? We really need some. We think we have tried it all, but its not working. And, we want a happy home. Not sad doggies. I know I am scared when they fight. I go up and hide in my girls room. (it’s pretty cozy in there so I don’t mind too much)
Send ideas (and cookies LOL) because in the winter when we cant stay out, Matty is going to give me a head ache!! Thanks!!
Mommy just wanted to say a little something heartfelt. I know she tries to write about her furkids most of the time, but sometimes she just has to say something that makes her heart very happy!!
This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Pretty Cool Huh?? Well, it means a lot to our entire family because my Grandma had breast cancer and it was very scary! We all had a very tough year, especially my Grandma. And my Grandma is pretty darn special. She loves us very much!! She loves all animals and was the one who taught my mom about the things that really matter in the world.
She taught my mommy about compassion and empathy. About how we are all the same on the inside so it never matters what we look like on the outside. She tells us every day how much she loves us and is so lucky to have us in her life. Even Marla when she jumps on Grandma and almost knocks her over. Even when she slobbers on her!! ( I don’t like that slobber on my head at all!!)
My Grandma was very sick. She wasn’t able to play in the yard with us or take us shopping. She tried but she was very tired. She spent a lot of time at the doctors with my mommy and everyone was always crying. But now Grandma is strong and healthy. The doctors fixed her all up!!! Mostly its amazing because she was always happy, even on the days when she felt the worst. She said its because on those days she would close her eyes and think of how lucky she was. (She had cancer, how was she lucky??) My mommy asked her that all of the time. She said the same thing every time. It was because she was so lucky to have Grandpa and her two children. And her grandkids were her whole heart! (We are included in that just in case you were wondering!) She had a warm house and good food to eat. She said some people never have any of that.
So, Grandma has taught us all so much. When Marla slobbers on my head, I am lucky. Because I have a big sister that can slobber on me. When Matty digs a hole (because I would never) and I get caught playing in it, I’m still pretty lucky. Because I have holes to play in when some doggies have no real home and live in a shelter. I am lucky when I get to steal only half of my boys sandwich. At least I have a boy (and a yummy sandwich) I am lucky when my girl puts me in the pink stroller (yes, I know I’m a boy, but what she wants trumps what I want! UGHHH) and wheels me around the neighborhood talking my ear off. Then proceeds to dress me up and tuck me into bed. (Yes, this is really my life!) I am just lucky!!!
Lets all say hooray for the people who have fought cancer and won!!! Lets say “BE STRONG!” for all of those who are fighting right now. Lets say ” we miss you” to the people who have fought and now are free from pain. Life is scary, life is sometimes unfair but mostly, LIFE IS GOOD!!
Mom is starting to think about COSTUMES!! Yup, I said it, those silly outfits we have to wear so she can take pictures and strut us around helping to candy we cant even eat. I think its crazy really……
I guess she is having a hard time this year with all of the new choices. She makes Dad look at pictures and then calls in my boy and girl. Then they all vote. Im hoping they have a tie and aren’t able to decide. Right now she is think the tuxedos from the movie Dumb & Dumber would be perfect. I say, not so much. I say we will look like a bunch of nuts walking around in pale blue and orange formal wear.
But if I have come to realize something about my Mom, its that we will be wearing costumes and pretending to like it, just for her. Because she loves us so much I guess we owe her that much. And I might even sit still for pictures. I cant guarantee that the other two will. But Ill pass the word along!!
What will you all be wearing this year??
My mom wanted to share a few tips with you all! Its super hot here and us doggies get over heated so easily! Here are a few things my mom does to keep us cool!!!
1. Never leave us in the car!! NEVER NEVER NEVER! Now, I enjoy going for a ride more than any dog around but, when its hot like this mom always says no. Im better off waiting at home until she gets back. The car gets much hotter than we can endure, even with the windows cracked!
2. Always have fresh cold water available, both inside and out. My mommy puts ice cubes in our water so that its super cold!! (its a big myth that they will make us sick, ice cubes rock!!) Sometimes she makes us ice cube trays full of water and chicken broth and those are extra special!
3. Lots of shade!!! Always have a spot in the shade available. Mom lets us play and then we come in to cool down. We don’t like it out there for too long (especially Marla because she is so big!) If your moms and dads leave you out all day make sure you have a cool spot to rest!
4. Go SWIMMING!! My sister Matty loves to swim so she jumps right in the pool whenever she can. I prefer not to swim but I do go in if my boy and girl take me. Marla hates to swim and fights mom and dad so they don’t make her (I think its funny how she acts like a great big baby!)
5. Wear some shoes. I know it sound funny but our feet get hot too! Especially on the pavement. Stick to the grass with no protection. Even hats and visors and sun glasses! My mom loves to put all of that stuff on us. It sure makes us more comfortable!
6. Let us rest. I love walks, you love walks but somedays its just too darn hot. If we do go its not as far as usual. We cant cool down as easily as moms and dads. They make cool collars so that you can stay chilly even on the hottest walk! Try one of those. And of course cool mats which are super fun to sleep on!!
Stay cool to all of my tongue flapping, tail wagging buddies!!
Woo Hoo….its National Pink Day!!
My mom thinks that National Pink Day is pretty exciting. I don’t agree.
She thinks we should all be wearing pink today…..again, I don’t agree.
At least pink nails she says. That will be something she does while I nap because if you can imagine, I am not sitting still for a nail painting. Not pink nails, not even on pink day. I know she will get them painted, she always does. (I pretend to sleep just so she can win that battle, makes her feel better. Just call me a people pleaser!)
My brother is sooooo lucky. Since hes a boy he doesn’t have to participate. Unless you count the stroller he gets to ride around town in. Thats because my girl decided it had to be pink, no matter who rides in it. So I chuckle everytime…poor guy!
But Matty and I are not getting off that easy. Mom says at least a festive collar to brighten our day! Does she have any idea that we would rather dig up the yard, roll in the grass and eat sticks?? None of it pink.
We will go along with it….only because she loves us so much.
Happy Pink Day everyone!!
Pool is OPEN! Woo Hoo! Now the big job starts for me…..watching my boy and girl at the pool. Now, Im a Border Collie so that means I work very hard. That means every day. But in the summer I work overtime….I mean extra hours, extra hard.
Those kids insist on laughing and running and jumping which makes me crazy! I cant just lie around and watch those activities, I need to supervise. I need to run back and forth near the edge of the pool barking and crying and drooling. (and yes, I fall in, pretty much every day!) Its just in my nature. I also need to follow the kids to the pool house for popsicles, over to the swings and back, up to the house for potty breaks. Oh, the list goes on.
Those kids also insist that I take a break and go for a swim. Not really my cup of tea but how could I say No?? So, I reluctantly climb down the steps and swim across to the kids. They seem to love it so of course I indulge them. I see it as brownie points. I am the only dog in this house who goes in the water so I feel “special”.
Sometimes a girl can dream of rainy days…..that means more naps! Paws crossed!
My Mom and Dad and my boy and girl went away this weekend for some silly camping trip. So, that means grandma stayed with us!! USUALLY we love grandma visits….eat what we want, sleep on her all day and night. No rules, just fun.
But this time, Grandma gave me a bath 3 whole times!! Now, really grandma!! I was not happy. Im too big and too stubborn for starters. I usually give mom enough of a hard time that she either gives in or its pretty quick. Not grandma!! She said I had really dirty feet from digging a hole I should not have been digging. She said it was my own fault (nothing is really my fault) So, instead of a nice bucket or wash cloth just for my tootsies, it was a full bath kinda bath. Suds and all. The kind I really hate having. Grandma says she like clean doggies, so I am officially as clean as I can be. She even clipped my nails…..ughhhhhh!!! And my ears!!! My ears didn’t dig the hole.
Next time we need to re-think babysitters…..
Mom doesn’t often write about me. Im Matty, the Border Collie. Im 8 years old and really, Im pretty much all dog! I don’t like to get dressed up and I would prefer to do my job (watch my kids and make sure they don’t get into any trouble). I like to be kissed and snuggled for a few minutes and then I have had enough. So I protect my kids and the house and don’t really like to be doted on. That’s my story. Im from a local farmer who had a litter of “oopsies” and mom and dad were fortunate to get me as a tiny little baby! Im a very good girl and dpnt get into trouble. Most times you don’t even know Im here.
But today Mom and dad are VERY proud of me. You see, doing my job means watching the other two dogs at my house. If you follow “their” antics you would know they do their share of silly things. Today was one of those days.
Dad decided to leave a steak to marinate out on the stove. Now, he knows better of course but he thought, hmmmmmmm it will only be for a few minutes. Of course a few minutes is long enough for my great big sister Marla to snatch anything. And dad thought it was pushed back far enough out of her reach. Wrong again. Marla can reach anything, pretty much anywhere. So I am blaming dad for this one, but I handled the problem!
Mom heard some fighting, normal stuff here. Dog wrestling and barking is an every day occurrence. This fighting was different. Marla tried to get that steak and I had to pin her to the ground and almost eat her to stop her. Mom came out to find Marla on the ground and me on top of her with her neck in my mouth. Mom screamed, it looked worse than it was. No blood, no boo boos…just a lot of gnarling and growling. Lets just say mom didn’t know really how to intervene. I was very mad and Marla is very big, that could be the creation of some large problems. I think she was scared to get into the middle of that.
I decided to let Marla up and she went right in her crate, scared as a mouse. Dad has his steak, I got a bone and a big kiss from mom and all is well.
I guess you could say I officially rule this house!! I always thought so, now everybody else knows too!! Mission accomplished!