Lessons from Your Dog

If a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

- Author unknown

An Easter Message from Huck & Tom

This chick reminds us of the little fuzzy things we saw in the pet supply store. Huck had to wait in the car while Mom ran in with me (Tom). I needed a crate and she said she couldn't handle the both of us and shop. So there were these little fuzzy toys that kept making this "peep peep" noise. Mom let me peek in the box they were in. They were the most awesome toys I have ever seen/smelled/heard! She said she was glad Huckleberry didn't come in too because he would have tried to eat one! (Don't tell Huck that though!) They were selling "kits" of a cage and other supplies and the chick for one price. Mom thought this was strange (who goes to a pet store to buy chicks?) until she realized it was almost Easter! Why else would they be selling "chick packages"? I wanted one but Mom said no way. It made her sad. What were people going to do with the cute chicks once they were no longer cute little chicks? Those cages were not big enough to fit a chicken inside!
Living a a rural area, there are a lot of farms nearby so some people could have the resources and land to happily keep chickens. Still, it's not a good idea to give live animals as gifts. Choosing to have fuzzy/furry/feathery friends is a big commitment.

Mom saw this on Balboa's blog and would like to share it: Make Mine Chocolate. What a great campaign! You can't go wrong with chocolate (only if you are a human--no chocolate for Huck and Tom). We love to support anything that stands for responsible pet ownership!

Happy Spring, furry friends!

Solar Powered Puppies

They play hard and sleep hard. I just wish they slept more...

Wrestlemania

I was trying to get a cute pic of Tom & Huck cuddling on the couch. And of course it turned into wrestlemania. At first I thought Huck was the pesty instigator, as he is so high energy and playful. Huck will bark and playfully nip at other dogs so they will get annoyed chase him. He loves to be chased. But now I have realized that Tom is not really the poor victim I thought he was! I will get Huck all calmed down and then little "innocent" Tom will come up to Huck and do a little teaser growl, "urrrrrrrrrrrrrr", that is just enough to get Huck all amped up again!

TomTom!

Huck now has a brother! His name is Tom (or TomTom or Little Tom). He is a ShihPoo and about 2 yrs old. He is a rescue from Helping Paws. Things have been crazy but fun with 2 dogs. Huck and Tom get along great. We think that Tom will soon be the Alpha dog because he bosses Huck around. Huck doesn't seem to mind--he is happy as long as Tom will wrestle with him.

If anyone has tips on how to introduce a new dog to the family, please share!! We are new at this!

Winner!

I won Balboa's caption game for the week! Please see all the witty captions as well as my 1st place entry here at A Frog Dog's Life. Many thanks to Balboa! And now I must begin thinking of a caption for next week's game!

Helpful Huckleberry part II

As you already know, I am a helpful terrier. I try to do my best to help out around the house. (Please see my post Handy Huckle to read about me folding all the laundry) So when my dad shaved his head I did my best to help clean up afterwards. My dad has his own clippers just like me. As he was shaving his head, I helped out by picking up the hair. My mom did not realize the extent of my helpfulness until my dad's hair began coming out of my butt when I was pooping outside. Though she had found some in my water bowl and all over the carpet and stuck to my beard, she didn't realize I had vacuum-like abilities to ingest hair. I can't believe that she didn't know I would do this because she finds all sort of fun things in my poop all the time. Silly Mom. Just call me Dyson!





Why am I in trouble again?

Huck "earning his keep"

Vote for Huckleberry! If his boyish good looks win out, we could win a vacuum! You can easily enter your dog too for the running.


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