Tuesday, June 28, 2005


I have a new theme song, this is the music that should be playing while I round up my nieghbors cats, escort them off my pRoperty and onto theirs and then strut proudly home.

Yes indeedy, its the chorus to Rawhide by Dimitri Tiomkin & Ned Washington, Copyright Date: June 18, 1959

this here is the part I should have played over & over again where ever I go:

Move ‘em on, head ‘em up. Head ‘em up, move ‘em on. Move ‘em on, head ‘em up Rawhide
Count ‘em out, ride ‘em in. Ride ‘em in, count ‘em out. Count ‘em out, ride ‘em in Rawhide!

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Bathing Beauty

Kim has been promising me a bath so I can have my Frontline flea treatment for weeks now. All week when she's working it's hot out, then comes her day off & it's overcast and chilly all day long.

I keep telling her bugs are biting me, she my wet fur when I had to try & get the bug. I think she needs to put the bug killer on me today, bath or no bath. Maybe when she reads this post I've channeled thru her fingers she will get the message?

Sunday, May 29, 2005


Music to my ears, delight to my nose and doggie heaven to my tummy!!! I hoped and begged hoped some more and my wish came true! A nice warm, plump juicy Ball Park Frank flew off the grill & onto the ground making it MINE!!!

Ever seen a dog do a happy dance? Well to bad you missed it!!!

Monday, May 23, 2005

Oh my Dog!!!!

Facelifts for dogs! I don't believe it!


Thursday, May 19, 2005

Star Wars Episode III

It appears that taking the kids to see a new movie called "Star Wars" is the most important thing in the world to Kim today.

Her priorities are clearly out of wack, someone fly a bird over her head so it can poop on her.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Cuddly doggie

I'm a cuddly doggie, someone come outside and hug me, scratch me behind the ears, rub my back...

Kim Wyatt

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

The Huntress

All that ranting about how terrible it is to not have a home yesterday left me wanting. I didn't know what I was wanting at first, but when I found a rat in my yard I remebered. I wanted freash meat. I wanted to hunt and kill my own food.

For a dog, hunting and killing your own food is a wonderful thing. I have to be careful. Killing rats and gophers makes me a good dog. I can even get away with an occasional mocking bird because everyone knows how mean they are.

There are some animals I am not allowed to kill. Namely cats. I chase them every chance I get and even have a few convinced I'll kill em! I'm pretty sure the ones I've cornered and then let go are onto me, but I still scare them. But killing a cat would get me into terrible trouble. They would call me a stupid bad dog. Not just stupid, not just baD, but a STUPID BAD DOG. I don't think I could handle the shame.

For now though, I am a hero, because all my people hate rats and one less rat in the world make them happy. I'm happy because I ate half of the rat before Kim found it and threw it in the trash.

I'm a smart good girl dog.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Debunking the wild dog myth

Suzy the Border Collie here. It recently came to my attention that many dogs think it would be nice to be free. Free of fences and leashes, free of people telling them what they can eat and when. Where & when they can poop & pee, who they can bark at, you get the picture.
I've got some news for these dogs. I was once homeless. Yes me, the dog on the corner. The one who stays at her house even when she gets out of her yard! Homeless, that's a bad word. Before my family rescued me from a terrible place called the "Animal Shelter" where I had to stay in a cage made of cold concrete bricks and chain link fences, I lived, if you can call it that, with a homeless man. We never had any food, no place to call home, no safe yard to call my own, no hairbrush or even my own blanket.
I was loved and cuddled. But terrible thinks were done to me. I cannot even begin to tell Kim and Pat & the boys how one of my molars on my bottom jaw was knocked out. Buy the time I came to live with them it was fully healed. The only clue I give them is I shy away from anything they toss that they want to to catch, toys, Frisbees, balls, even treats. Anything that sounds like a gunshot is scary. I have flashbacks to a terrible day filled with gunshots and I am sure that this time, they are after me.
These are the best things about having a home and a family of my own.
my people
my yard
my fence which I inspect my border daily for breaches in fence integrity and report them to my family as soon as possible.
my water bowl with fresh clean cool water something never to be under appreciated
my own little dog house/den
my own trees
grass (yum, fresh salad)
rose bushes because every girl needs flowers in her life
food , dinner scraps, good dog treats, belly rubs, back rubs, sticker removal service
regular hair brushing means no more having snarled mats of hair that have to be cut out
a grandma, grandpa and an aunt Michele who my cousin Lulu the pup lives with.
You cannot have any of these things if you are a bad dog and run away. In  fact, some of the dogs in that cold shelter place were there because they ran away and were lost or they kept running away and their people gave up on them. The people at shelter are nice, but a cold cage is no place for any self respecting dog to be.
Now in my new home I am safe. I have a micro chip in my shoulder that I can't even feel anymore so that if there is an emergency and I get lost, my family can find me. I wear my collar all day everyday so I can keep my doggie ID tag and license proving I have had my rabies shot with me at all times. I see all these dogs trying to get our and run away from perfectly good families because they think they want to be free. I try to tell them that they should go home, that they shouldn't be out without one of their people. And if they are with their people but not on a leash, I bark as loud as I can to tell them that they should not do that, a dog off a leash can get lured into the street by a cat or bird and then hit by a car, but the people never understand me and the dogs ignore me.
Well, I'm tired, I'm going to go lay in the sun and sleep for a few hours. Wake me up when my people come home.

Kim Wyatt

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Spaghetti Night!!!!

Last night was spaghetti night. I really love spaghetti, I just wish these people wouldn't eat all the meatballs. I mean really, I'm a dog, do you really think I prefer noodles to beef? I don't think so!
Speaking of food, we had a tragic dinner a few nights ago. Kim came out to the barbecue with a huge platter of raw beef ribs. I thought they smelled fine raw. But no she had to go and grill them. Now they still would have been fine, at first they smelled better than ever as they started to cook. But she left them on the grill too long. So long the bones cracked from the heat and the meat was completely charred. Even I could not eat the pitiful amount of burnt meat left on the bone.
How on earth can you ruin barbeque? That's something I have never seen before!
The next day Pat told her that she's lost her license to grill, and for once I have to agree with him. As you can see I still have not recovered from this horrible waste of good meat and bones.
On a happier note, it was hot out this week so I had a nice bath. And I've been brushed so much I'm almost free of my winter coat of hair. I'm looking sleek and slim and I'm ready for the beach. Which is more than I can say for some people.  
Talk to you later, Suzy the Border Collie

Saturday, May 14, 2005

I'm on Dogster!

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Great Moldy Gourds!

Spring is in the air, and Kim has been out here "working" on these odd dried plant things she calls gourds.

Most of them are pretty BORING, but when she cut one open, there was this most delicious aroma, freash mold! She didn't like it so she soaked the gourd in water. Which then made the gourd the same texture and flavor as a moldy rawhide chewie. Or at least, it smelled the same. So of course, I chewed it. It was a sorry excuse for a chewie!

Now I have to let you in on my secret receipe for moldy rawhide chews. First, you find a place to hide or bury your rawhide chew where it gets plent of water from freash rain or the hose. You may have to train your people to not dig them up for you. They may think you forgot about them, but really, it does take a long time for the moldy flavor to reach fullness. I have found if I half bury a piece of one, they find it easily & leave the rest of my horde alone. Once the rawhide is limp, soggy and totally moldy it is perfect.

Now, as soon as you figure out how to get people to play with this perfect rawhide, please let me know. Mine say it's gross and refuse to touch it.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Sick People

Whoa! I have had a rough few weeks. My people have been sick with the flu & all needed extra Suzy care. Some of them even came home smelling like a Doctors Office.

Luckily for me, I didn't catch their flu. I'm a busy dog, I don't have time to get sick, besides, the last time I was really sick Kim kept putting this awfull stuff called "cougfh medicine" under my tongue. ICK! Makes a dog wish she could spit.

Well, as you can see, Kim's been getting out of helping me update my blog. I had to remind her that hey! Trixi, Dean Koonz's dog has a book out! The least she can do is write a few things down for me!

Today is Easter & I had to keep chasing kids away from my yard becuase they thought they'd find "eggs" in it. Trust me, if there were eggs in here, I would know. I might even share them, but there are none, so please, go mess up your own yard! GO on, if you don't go I'm telling, all right, you were warned, grrr raff ruff ruff RUFF!!!!

Friday, March 11, 2005

Dog spelled backwards....

I'm so proud of my kid Randy, he realized this week that dog, is God spelled backward, thus making him extreamly lucky to live with me.

Took him long enough.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Super Model Dog

It's official, I'm a super model dog. Kim came out today with her camera and treats and had me do all my most wonderful poses. She says she needs a photo for this page AND referance photos so she can paint my portrait! I'm a lucky dog!

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Found trinkets

I have to admit, just like anyother girl I have a fondness for trinkets. Especially red or gold metal tags that make a delightful tinkling sound when I move. I was really dismayed when I lost both of mine about a month ago. Seems the loop attaching them to my collar (a lovely red collar) got caught on that pesky chain link fence I had to go under to get my rawhide chew I left in the other yard! And then both my tags fell off!

Well, I am happy to say that today I got my red one put back on. Really, a girl feels so much better when her jewelry has been fixed. Even the wind in my hair felt better afterwards. Now if they would just find my other one, I know I left it on the porch for them to see it, how blind can they be?

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Suzy Vents

Hear me now or you will hear me all night long!!! It is not, I repeat NOT normal for there to be more police cars than I have paws parked in front of my house!!! Do not tell me everything is ok! Look at those cops standing in the middle of the road. Even the kids next door know better! I'm so upset I need to rip something apart, someone bring me my squeaky toy! I've gotta have a least one left that still has a squeaker....

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I had such a great moring today! It rained more than it's ever rained in my life last night. Of course, I'm only 4 years old (28 in dog years) but hey! Kim says it sounded like it was raining on a lake because the whole yard was one huge puddle!

Around 8:30 she let me out of the garage and low & behold what do I find? Two stupid cats! I chased them and scared them good! You should have seen how fluffy they got. Kim called me back, good thing because I had to go potty so bad I almost lost it before I made it to the grass. I would have been so humilited to pee on the driveway. And you know every dog in town would smell it. Well at least till it rained some more.

Then I get to see my favorite UPS driver in the world, but can you belive it, she for got my milk bone! That's ok. I got to bark at the Fed Ex guy. He doesn't know I'm a pushover yet.

Well, gotta go, time to eat!

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

A hero story, How I saved the wounded pigeon

Hi everyone, Suzy here. I thought I'd offer some proof on how wonderful I am. I have several "hero dog" stories, but this is my most recent one. A month ago I was out in the rain (had been couped up all day) and I was inspecting the fence perimeter when I came across a trespasser! I immeadiately sounded the alert letting everyone in the house know that there was an unidentified animal in MY yard that I needed assistance with.

You never know with unidentified animals, they are usually wild, could be dangerous, or they may need help.

Well, since I was standing two inches from it barking my head off I was able to convey that this creature didn't seem dangerous. Kim finally came out with a flashlight so I could get a better look at it. She told me it was just a pigeon. I ask you, what is a pigeon doing in my yard at 11:30pm in the dark and in the rain? She told me it was a nice birdie and said maybe it was hurt. That could explain why it was in my yard at that hour. So, I stopped barking at it and used my superior smelling abliites to determine that, yes in fact this pigeon was bleeding. I kept pointing to the injury, but that fool Kim thought I was smelling the birds breath! As if!

Then she told me not to bark at it because I was "tramatizing it" and made me go site by Pat while she went inside to get a rescue kit (looked like my bath towel to me) and she then transported my (finders keepers) bird to the other side of my fence where I could watch over it but not "bother it". The next day we checked on it and I had told what good girl I am for keeping the stupid cats away from it. They would eat it injury and all. She found it's owie and gave it water and food. It hung around a couple more days before flying off. That's gratitude for you.

Well, I've gotta go, got a yard guard and people to bark at ya know!

Monday, February 21, 2005

My name is Suzy & I am the smartest dog in the world. Some people don't think so, but it's true. Today was a boring day, it rained, and it rained some more and then it rained again. This means there was nothing to chase, no birds tried to steal my dog food (I always leave some as bait) the stupid cats next door didn't try to come steal my yard, all the bad guys were staying home. It was terrible! I had to entertain myself!

I have to make a confession, I am a compulsive herder. You can't resist my superior herding instinct, if you are not where I want you, I will put you there! Resistance is futile!

Well, it's late & the person I have herded into writing my blog has to FEED ME! She also has to give me my nightly back massage & open the gate so I can inspect the other part of my yard. After dinner I have to make sure my family is safe while the kids settle down to sleep & the adults watch tv. The are so vunerable when watching tv!

I'm a busy dog and I've got work to do. Please be safe, make sure your gates are closed, the water bowl is filled and you have a flashlight handy in case your dog needs backup!

Suzy (via Kim)