tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57835101145906252752024-03-14T06:45:37.376-04:00Musings From The PawLife as seen from the perspective of a Chihuahua/Pomeranian cross (Sparky) and his beagle step-brother (Freckles)
Here they will discuss dogdom, life with humans, being in a blended family (in more ways than one) and anything they feel like. Even the rising cost of dog cookies and how to get your humans to make them from scratch!Freckles and Sparkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03167601022077421497noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-20836916339525370142014-02-17T13:32:00.000-05:002014-02-17T13:36:48.246-05:00My New Brother<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sparky here. I guess it is time to introduce you to my new step brother. His name is Harley, and the mamas brought him home one day last year as a puppy. The mamas say he is so cute. Sigh. I just don't see it, but they insist that he is cute.<br />
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He is a German Shepherd mixed with something else that made him have short legs. I guess he does have a fairly cute face for a German Shepherd. He tried to take over my bed, but I told him no way or his face would not be cute anymore. I also told him the blonde mama is mine so stay away when she is with me. Other than that he is OK...sometimes. I save him some of my supper so he can have a snack before he goes to bed. In return he lets me chew on some of his rawhides. He has a million of them and a million toys too. I never saw a dog with so many toys. Kids these days!<br />
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Anyway, here is my newest brother Harley, and I will let him write to you as soon as he learns to read and write. Honestly. kids these days!<br />
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<br />Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-7029664315965416982012-08-11T21:11:00.000-04:002012-08-11T21:20:06.374-04:00The Day of The Big HoleToday was a busy day around the homestead, and I'm nearly worn out! But before I lay down for a nap, let me tell you what I did today.<br />
The dark-haired mama got it into her head that she wanted to dig a big hole today. Why, I was never able to figure out, but she wanted a hole dug, so we dug! Here's what it looked like when we went outside..<br />
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There was a lot of grunting and lifting, lots of bees and other flying bugs but finally they let me help.<br />
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It took hours but finally we stopped for break, which was a good thing because I was tired! I convinced them to sit in the shade, and promised them I would keep watch for any dirt-stealing monsters. They gave in and we rested some.<br />
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There was more lifting, grunting and something called a wheelbarrow involved. Finally, they declared us done for the day when it looked like this...<br />
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I'm exhausted! I'm going to bed now to dream about doggie cookies.<br />
Night!Freckles and Sparkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03167601022077421497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-86928977278440245382012-08-08T20:38:00.000-04:002012-08-08T20:44:02.523-04:00The Scary Night Monsters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I have to tell you about my scary walk last night. As many of you know, my family and I have moved waaaay out into the country where there are no street lights or houses close together so it gets very dark after the sun goes down. Last night I had to go to the bathroom one last time before bed. Now my bathroom is not in the house like my human family. I have to go outside. I've never quite understood why they can go inside but I have to go out with the bugs and things, but that is what my mamas insist on. Anyway, it was late at night and very dark outside. The blonde mama took me out the back door and put me on the ground. It was very dark. I looked toward the front yard and froze. The big dog who lives across the road started barking. The dog that lived down the road started howling. Then the dog that lived down the other end of the road started howling. There was something out there they said. Beware! I froze. I looked back at the mama. She didn't seem to be concerned but obviously, being human, she doesn't have the powerful senses that we dogs do. My other mama came outside and wanted to know why I looked scared. I tried to tell her there was a monster close by but she didn't listen either. I had to walk to the back door and refuse to go anywhere else. Finally the mamas figured out that the other dogs were telling me to beware of monsters in the dark and they took me back inside. I heard one mama say something about maybe a bear was in the woods near the house because they had seen what looked like bear droppings in the road earlier that day. BEAR!?! Sounds like a monster to me. My mamas really need to learn to speak chihuahua...soon!Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-88191983785757041602012-08-06T21:04:00.000-04:002012-08-06T21:04:12.565-04:00A Walk and a Fan Club<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had an adventure yesterday, I just HAD to share with you! Sometime yesterday afternoon, my Mommas decided they wanted to go for a walk, and somehow I got roped into going along. (I think they wanted me to protect them from the big white dog down the road, they were just too afraid to admit it) So I went with them. I stopped and sniffed the yellow flowers I like, I am a nature-lovin' kind of a guy after all. I wanted to go in the school yard, but they said no. I wanted to check out those big black birds, but the protector Momma said it wasn't a good idea since they could kick my butt. She's taller than me, so I figure she knew best.<br />
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When we got to a big red building, the dark-haired Momma handed my leash to the blonde Momma, and then went inside the big red building! She just stepped into it like it wasn't eating her! She's one brave Momma, let me tell you! Anyway, a little while later, it spit her out, and she had good smelling stuff with her. They sat on a bench, the dark haired Momma took me on her lap and then a nice lady came up to me with a dog cookie! I'd never met this woman before, but she was making sounds about how handsome I am and what a good boy I was. I wanted to say, 'well, yeah! of course I am!', but I just ate the cookie all up to show her how much I approved of her. Then another lady who was sitting beside her brought me crunchy treats. They were so yummy and salty, I had to eat them all up too! Before I could swallow that, another lady came over to pet me and told me how handsome I was. Friends, I felt famous! I had all these women around me dropping food and coming over to give me treats...it was great!<br />
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It was getting really windy though, and I don't like wind. My eyes stick out a little, so it kinda bothers me. One of my new friends told the dark haired Momma I needed a sweater, so of course, my Mommas HAD to tell everyone about the time they tried to make me wear clothes... sheesh! How embarrassing! Oh well, at least the Momma put her sweater over me, which kept me warmer. I felt better. Under the bench we were sitting on, there was a big bowl of water that they let me drink from. This was a pretty neat place! Treats, new friends that recognize my charm and good looks, AND a bowl of water for us dogs...I liked this! My Mommas called it Searchmont Trading Post, but I'll always think fondly of it as the place where I found a fan club.Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-24258281224906815942012-08-02T22:05:00.001-04:002012-08-02T22:05:37.224-04:00I'm A Country Dog Now!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have so much to report that my paws might be worn to nubs before I'm done, but here goes!<br />
First, I'm an only fur-child now...my brother went to the big field in the sky back in the winter. Well, he's kinda still here, but I just can't smell him anymore. I still see him a lot though, and I think the Mamas know he's here too. Sure wish he was more here to enjoy all this new stuff.<br />
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The Mamas moved us all up here to the country a little while ago, even the young Alphas! What an adventure it's been! All these new smells and things to see! There's these things up here I've never seen before with big long ears, and they're brown and one is pretty big, and one is smaller than me. They don't run away when I come outside, so I guess they're okay. There's these little red things with long tails that chatter like mad when I go outside. I don't understand them, but they always sound kinda peeved. I can hear other dogs every now and then, and sometimes when the Mamas take me for a walk, they run out on the road to see who I am. I really don't think it's fair that they can run free and I can't. The blonde Mama keeps saying something about "road sense", and how I don't have any, but I'm sure she doesn't mean it.<br />
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I have a new Nana-person. She is the dark-haired Mama's mama. She likes to share her food with me, and I keep telling her I am happy to help her eat. I have a new Papa-person too! I have to help him eat all of his food too. I eat so much some days I can't eat my soft food in my bowl!<br />
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They have a funny house, it has these tall things that go down, but they're too steep for my short legs. I have no idea what they are, but my Mamas groan every time they go up or down. and since we sleep down...they groan a lot! The house has a wall that I can jump through too! It has things called magnets that keep the bugs out, but I can jump through it out to the screen room, or inside to the food room. I don't like jumping inside, but if there's food...look out! But only one wall has that, other walls have tall things to keep bugs out. I tried to jump through one, but I only got a headache! So many new things to learn here...<br />
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Well, I'm pretty tired now, the Mamas wouldn't let me have my nap this morning. They had me out in the screen-room guarding this morning. There was a man in a hat out in the yard that I kept telling to go away. I don't think he spoke Chihuahua... But I don't like hats. He sounded like my Papa-person, but my Papa-person doesn't wear a hat... I don't think so anyway....<br />
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But my paws are pretty sore, so I'm going to bed now. We country dogs need a lot of sleep you know!Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-27306648082834887532012-01-12T02:17:00.002-05:002012-01-12T02:17:41.802-05:00Freckles<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Rest in Peace</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Freckles</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dec. 17, 2011</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The Best Beagle Ever! </span></div>
<br />Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-68711618615567010402009-01-01T12:18:00.003-05:002009-01-01T12:25:13.509-05:00Happy New Year from Freckles and Sparky!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6bas-TuvKQK45rA_BaQlxL4kYJAwK1RtAbYLTDlX0HTVMl5DAMWR1q-LryuQuFddKFEYWq54GE8jTBomCy4KfyVPp44f1VfeD_aG5uh271bQ3BWyCLA073MLEfiKHczRegyGmoOFajw/s1600-h/happynewyear3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286376276080681250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6bas-TuvKQK45rA_BaQlxL4kYJAwK1RtAbYLTDlX0HTVMl5DAMWR1q-LryuQuFddKFEYWq54GE8jTBomCy4KfyVPp44f1VfeD_aG5uh271bQ3BWyCLA073MLEfiKHczRegyGmoOFajw/s400/happynewyear3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">May 2009 be filled with all things wonderful like naps in the sun, doggie biscuits and long walks in the park with your favorite Alphas!</span></div>Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-13950229100416346782008-12-25T10:26:00.002-05:002008-12-25T10:30:14.163-05:00Happy Holidays!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah from Sparky and Freckles! We hope Sandy Paws was good to you this year!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8hSREAWeK8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8hSREAWeK8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8hSREAWeK8" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Link</span><br /></a></p>Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-85166308491997780752008-12-07T13:22:00.005-05:002008-12-07T13:50:20.805-05:00They Want Me to Wear...CLOTHES!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAZXeCPxEpks7CxF0cbh1WZsad0kQEwrknhlXc1j7-3ckQFGLRgl20YbOXxWNnKe_2mGOwkcxuzgw-QW9gMeHj5MogDYCVMEpzaJTu5dVEoS0RCvjSHSQ3G7x9lUhxwfFJvahdA5N70w/s1600-h/HPIM0441.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277121107209591698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAZXeCPxEpks7CxF0cbh1WZsad0kQEwrknhlXc1j7-3ckQFGLRgl20YbOXxWNnKe_2mGOwkcxuzgw-QW9gMeHj5MogDYCVMEpzaJTu5dVEoS0RCvjSHSQ3G7x9lUhxwfFJvahdA5N70w/s320/HPIM0441.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Sparky here,<br /><br />My Mama is in the kitchen fixing the family food to eat, so I thought I would take this time to tell you about this crazy notion my Alphas get every year about this time. You see, I'm a Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix, so (don't tell anyone) I'm rather small in size, and I get cold when I have to go out and walk in the snow up here in Canada. So my Alphas always get it into their minds that I want to put on this thing that they made out of a bunch of string (they call it yarn) called a dog coat!<br /><br />I don't know where they get this crazy idea. I never told them I want to wear clothes of any kind. I am a dog, a manly dog. I have fur. I don't need a coat. If I get cold outside, then it is the Alpha's job to pick me up and make me warm again by carrying me inside. This is the way the world should be. I keep telling them this, but they don't listen.<br /><br />They pick me up and they force my head through this tiny little hole in the bunch of string. Then they force my front paws into these even tinier holes. It's awful! I can't move. The alphas try to make me walk around, but how can I walk when my paws are stuck in those holes? "I can't move!" I tell them but they don't listen, I tell you. Alphas can be terribly stubborn sometimes. And they don't listen!<br /><br />How can I walk in this straight jacket, whatever that is? How can I 'do my business' outside when I can't even raise my hind leg because the string thing gets in the way? I'll wet it, and then it will freeze to me in the cold, and then I will not be able to get it off ever, and then I will have to wear it for the rest of my life, and I DON'T WANT TO WEAR IT AT ALL much less for the rest of my life!!! Sigh!<br /><br />I hope there is somebody out there who can help me convince the Alphas that this is doggie torture, and they must stop with this clothes thing immediately. Please help me!<br /><br />Thank you,<br />Sparky </div></div>Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-14890529489734591602008-11-01T13:01:00.002-04:002008-11-01T13:10:36.328-04:00All Howlling Eve...Do you know what they did to us???? DO you?<br />First, they let the little Alphas dress up in other clothes and wave around long knives, and only one Momma was there to try and keep them under control... then they did the most horrendous, unspeakable, terrible, heart-wrenching thing ever...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">THEY LEFT US ALONE!!!</span><br /><br />They didn't come back for ever, and the whole time they were gone, there were all these goblins, monsters, angels, ghosts and other things we were scared of running around outside. And we had to guard the apartment against them! Then there was a muchmuchmuch bigger dog down the hall barking terrible things. He called our Mommas names I can't repeat here, but trust me when I tell you that it was bad.<br /><br />When the family came back, the other grumpy Momma was with them and they were all excited and stuff, and I had to <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">GO</span>! So the grumpy Momma and I went for a little walk so I could do my thing, so I don't know what happened. Sparky can tell you...<br /><br />Well, the little ones were whooping and hollering, and they smelled like all kinds of good food, and the other Momma kept telling me to stop jumping, and I wanted some of their food, but they wouldn't give me any, and I kept getting underfoot and someone stepped on me!<br /><br />Yeah, anyway, while my little brother chases an itch, I can tell you that there was a lot of candy dumped on the floor and the Mommas kept staring at it. I still don't know what they were looking for, but I guess they found it, cause the little ones finally got a couple of things each.<br /><br />It sure was nice when we all got to go to sleep and things quieted down.<br />Whew, I'm tired, time for a nap.<br /><br />Freckles and SparkyFreckles and Sparkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03167601022077421497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-89985576412239239272008-10-31T08:24:00.004-04:002008-10-31T08:31:34.468-04:00Happy Howlloween!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Don't forget to treat the dog!</strong></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFs9dPw7AE6pgL03tSw6ODB1iSoRsvpoCxUB9cEqmZlyJI2DPrJlEhXUxn5HoCL4G1UPESdVBF-icT2Nsvs5QdgwuT78R7gqoGL-3BY7Jw1GO_W3Qj_oY5gPahbCaLKR0I10oPQk-3kQ/s1600-h/moonwitch.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263293193572517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFs9dPw7AE6pgL03tSw6ODB1iSoRsvpoCxUB9cEqmZlyJI2DPrJlEhXUxn5HoCL4G1UPESdVBF-icT2Nsvs5QdgwuT78R7gqoGL-3BY7Jw1GO_W3Qj_oY5gPahbCaLKR0I10oPQk-3kQ/s400/moonwitch.gif" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Arooooooooooo!!!</span></strong><br /></p>Blondihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354576661350425058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783510114590625275.post-81512043607632164642008-09-14T10:18:00.003-04:002008-09-14T10:34:40.862-04:00It All Started With A Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWad9VjU3M0Ok7tA_XGhLNzi5WqrfFXr6YKXQj-WbxU2VsZwLGtpMwE2SWOLQnyMH4l8v76KZ3azDSXeaQTjK9hCSncfB0egeuC6vAwz02XLF3uJyci_gT1kl4SdVJqrK4kqBvaV9qZ6Ao/s1600-h/HPIM0369a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWad9VjU3M0Ok7tA_XGhLNzi5WqrfFXr6YKXQj-WbxU2VsZwLGtpMwE2SWOLQnyMH4l8v76KZ3azDSXeaQTjK9hCSncfB0egeuC6vAwz02XLF3uJyci_gT1kl4SdVJqrK4kqBvaV9qZ6Ao/s200/HPIM0369a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245882439989552434" border="0" /></a><br />In the beginning, my mamas tell me, there was all powerful thing...somewhere. I've heard some humans call it God.<br />You know God was a dog, right?<br />Well, look, the Great Bark didn't want to seem all full of herself, so she switched the letters around and called herself God; but all us dogs know she is one of us.<br />I don't remember much before I was three. I do know that when I became self-aware, I was in juvenile hall for some crime I don't remember committing. But the important part is that I was paroled. I had to ride in a vehicle, which I hated, but at some point, I got a toy and food and cookies and clothes; so I suffered through. Yeah, I know, I'm a dog, so I'm not supposed to like clothes, but I do. It's a security thing; deal with it. Anyway, I got a family. They seemed nice enough, but I wasn't sure for awhile. It took me a long time to trust. But eventually I did. No sooner did I realize how much I cared for them than they gave me a little brother!<br /><br />I didn't want him! Take him back! I said, but no one listened. Then they put him in a cage so <span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> wouldn't hurt <span style="font-weight: bold;">him</span> while we played! <span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>! I was outraged that they would think I would hurt this little ball of nothing who only laid there and shook. Who said I wanted to play with him anyway? But at least I wasn't the one in the cage. Over time, he got older and bigger, but not much. He's still small. I'm not sure when things changed between us, but now I'm the one who needs protection! He jumps up a lot and tries to claw my eyes out! And what did I do to deserve this? Nothing! But he does it all the time! My mamas try to protect me, but still...<br /><br />So I guess we've come to some kind of understanding. He doesn't seriously take out one of my eyes and I won't roll on him at night.<br /><br />At least not so the mamas will notice...Freckles and Sparkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03167601022077421497noreply@blogger.com0