Bar-B_Que

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!!!

Oh my Dog!!!!

Facelifts for dogs! I don't believe it!

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Fed up (no, not FEED)

People, snort, need I say more?

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.

Cuddly doggie

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

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Kim Wyatt
www.kimwyatt.com

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.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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Kim Wyatt
www.kimwyatt.com

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

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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.