Funny Trailer

Our dad just showed us the funniest movie trailer! It's about an old hotel that some kids use to shelter homeless dogs. Our favorite part is when the bulldog gets a shoe from a vending machine. How awesome is that? We asked Mom to search for one on Craigslist (yeah right, Huck!) because we really want one!

Isn't that terrier cute? He looks like Huck!

My Trip to the Vet (another gross post)

I just went to the vet because of my GROSS itchy problem. Remember? Hint: it rhymes with "shmaymul hands". Sure enough, my ummm glands just need to be expressed. They're not infected or anything. The poor vet tech who expressed them simply said, "Yep. They were full." Mom would rather pay the vet to deal with my full glands than do it herself! Ha. The vet did teach Mom how to express them at home so I won't have to go to the vet just to get my butt pinched. We'll see how that transpires...

This is the second time I have had my glands expressed because for some reason, it's not happening when I poop. (Gross alert!) I have nice big hard poops so Mom doesn't know why I have this chronic problem of full glands. If anyone has tips or has this problem too, please post some comments! It's not fun to have an itchy bottom.

Moving on: Unlike Tom, I am not a fan of the vet. I have a bunch of terrier energy and get more anxious in new places. Especially places where they take me away from Mom and poke my bottom in some back room! Tom is a laid back shihpoo, and I am not. Mom appreciates it when people try to tactfully make this assertion after meeting mellow Tom and then crazy me.

Like the nice girl at Pawtropolis who clipped my nails. Usually clipping nails is a one person job for a professional like her. Mom kinda chuckled when she heard her politely say, "Uh, I have a wiggler here!" And then she had to get another girl to help her keep me still. She could have said, "Your terrier is a terror! Why won't he hold still??" She must be very experienced because she just called me a wiggler! It's like a nice word for hyper-psycho dog.

Usually Mom takes me to the dog run before going somewhere like the vet so I get all my hyper-ness out. Unfortunately it has been 90+ degrees everyday so in choosing between overheating at the dog run or handling hyper terrier at the vet, Mom chose the latter.

Tom Goes to the Vet

I don't like the vet. But my mini bro loves it! He's so funny. He was pulling on the leash to get in the door! When we were waiting for the vet to call us, Tom would greet everyone who came in the door with a big HELLO bark. Every human that came in was so surprised by Tom's welcoming them, they would all say, "Well, hello to you too!" right back and then pet him. He is such a charmer.

Tom had to get his ears checked and get a booster shot. He has had stinky, gooey ears. Gross. They have improved since his last visit two weeks ago. They aren't so itchy and gooey anymore because Mom puts ointment in them. They still stink though. He's a stinky boy.

I have a vet appointment soon because Mom's worried about my anal glands. Mom says it's embarrassing but I don't care. I scoot my boot all over the carpet after I go out to do my business. I lick it a lot too. (VERY GROSS, Huck!) Hopefully they're not infected or anything.

Tom seems a little under the weather from his shot. It was so funny because the vet was explaining all the potential complications and side effects Tom might get from the shot and right after she said "vomiting" guess what Tom did? He puked right there! What a good listener. He's sleeping now. We usually play and wrestle a lot but he hasn't felt like doing that. Mom has told me NO several times when I have tried to wrestle him. She says he just wants to rest.

Mom had to wash the big bed comforter because someone (Huck!) puked on it. Now we're not allowed on the big bed anymore. After she washed it, she draped it over all the dining room chairs to dry. Tom thinks this is the coolest thing ever. He likes to hide in this "blanket fort"and chew bones or nap. Here are 2 pics of him recuperating after his vet visit. He doesn't want to be bothered. Trust me.






















coming soon: MY trip to the vet

The Shihpoo and The Barricade

I saw this video on youtube and so we had to try it out with Tom! The outcome wasn't as funny though... I think Tom is a little smarter.

Kitten Update and Adopted Baby Buns

I haven't seen my kittens in a few days. :( I keep looking for them though! Every time I go out back to do my business, I always try to peek over the wall to see of they're wrestling or sunbathing or doing some other cute kitten behavior. Tom still doesn't care. He will help me bark at their mom who we always see around.

I found this cute video of a King Cav who has adopted some little bunnies she found! I'm so jealous! I wish my mom would let me adopt the kittens I found.

Mom has found some info on local shelters/rescues for feral cats. Ideally "my" kittens would be neutered/spayed so they stop making more kittens! She even read about a program for feral cats who are neutered/spayed and immunized then adopted by people who use them as barn cats to trap vermin. The cats live outside but will be fed and have shelter. Sounds great. I will keep looking for my kittens so then maybe they can be given a home.

GUESS WHAT I FOUND!

KITTENS! I found 4 kittens hiding in the bamboo in the yard opposite mine. This is not such a big deal because there are a lot of feral cats in my neighborhood. Mom has been worried about what to do. Should she try to trap them and take them to the Humane Society? I want to keep them! (NO WAY, Huckleberry) Tom has no idea what's going on. Silly Shihpoo.

They're not that young because the mom kept wandering off and leaving them alone.

Here's a pic of us on our deck. See all that bamboo behind us? It's growing in these metal troughs on the other side of a concrete wall. Mom says it's our neighbors' privacy fence. The kittens are hiding out on the neighbors' side of the wall, underneath the troughs. It's probably nice and cool against that wall, under all that bamboo.


Here's an older pic of Coco and I peeking over the wall, into the neighbors' yard. The kittens would be to our right.

Happy Birthday to Biggie!

We wanted to wish our furry cousin Biggie a BIG Texas-Kuvasz style HAPPY BIRTHDAY! It's his first birthday! ...so does that make him 1 or 7 years old...hmmm

We knew Biggie would like this because check out those socks! Wowsers!

King of the Trampoline

Mom has this new thing called a trampoline. We think it's pretty cool. Tom and I have a new game we play: KING OF THE TRAMPOLINE!

Incessant Barking

We've been driving Mom and Dad nutso lately. I didn't used to bark so much, just once in a while when I got hyper and did my laps around the house (Huck's "laps" entail high speed running all around the living room and up and down the stairs like a roadrunner). But Tom has taught me how to bark. He likes to bark for all sorts of reasons. Like when we are supposed to be doing business out back, he will bark to let all the neighbors know that he has come outside. Or if he hears a car drive by our house he will bark to let us know a car has driven by. He barks when he is napping, chewing a bone, and carrying a toy. I think he just likes the sound of his own voice. When he barks it gets me all riled up so I start barking too. Mom then starts barking, telling us to shut up!

Which Celeb Would YOU Be?

I saw this on my cousin Biggie's blog and had to try it for myself!

This is my result:


Up for Anything
"Huckleberry trots a fine line between funny and stupid. His over-the-top antics make you grimace with fear and you often find it hard to believe that he actually enjoys playing the class clown. But Huckleberry laps it up and continues to defy the odds, despite your warnings and concerns. Other males in the pack tend to be a little jealous of Huckleberry, but the females find him simply dreamy. A die-hard good ol' boy, Huckleberry is more of a General Lee type than a Knight Rider, but give him enough time to think things through and he's sure to find a way to wreck both vehicles at the same time."


Ha, that's funny! I think it pretty accurate. Check out Tom's results:



"Enterprising, brassy and not afraid to bark what's on his mind, Tom is Idol-maker Simon Cowell! There's no beating around the bush with Tom and flattery will get you nowhere. Tom calls it like he sees it, and stands firm on all fours behind his decisions. The cat definitely does not have Tom's tongue—some of his pals think he's bitter and confrontational, while others find him to be impawsibly hilarious. Tom's influence on those around him is remarkable, and he takes advantage of this fact and uses it wisely. Behind his no-nonsense mask, Tom is a perceptive sponge, taking in what he sees and hears around him, and then figuring out how to make it look, or sound, better."

Try the quiz yourself and tell me who you are like!

Scary Eyes Explained!

Usually I am a very sweet boy. But sometimes, when I get hyped up, I become what Mom calls Devil Dog. I'm not mad or mean, but I look like it! I love to wrestle so when I'm wrestling, I need to look tough, not sweet. So that's why I go into Devil Dog mode!
Sweet:




Devil:

Cute With Chris

I am so excited! I have been featured on a post of Blender Pets from the very funny blog Cute With Chris. He's kinda a big deal... Check it out!!

Scary Eyes!

Mom has lost her USB cable so she has not been able to get any new photos off of her camera! She promises to have some cute ones coming soon. Anyway, we have some old photos to share for entry to Deetz's "Scary Eyes" contest!

Please click on the photo for a high res copy!

A Common Occurrence

Nice Weather Day

Tom and I were just having a lazy Sunday. We power napped and Tom watched some TV.

Mom kicked us outside because it was very nice today. So we just did our napping on the deck while Dad grilled.




We got our long leashes really tangled because we got bored. Mom is still baffled at how we got it so knotted up!

TomTom Update

Sorry for the absence. I have been very busy dealing with my new miniature bro, Tom. Sometimes we are a handful for Mom. Like Friday morning when Mom was so tired and trying to rush off to work. She went to let us out to do our business but I bolted out the door and straight for the pond (AKA goose toilet)! I have not done this in a while because I'm usually pretty obedient and listen to Mom. She was only able to catch me when I finally stopped dashing all over the place to poop.

From experiences like these, she has realized there is a direct correlation between how obedient I am and how much pent up psycho-terrier energy is stored inside me, just waiting to be released. For example, after I get to run around and wrestle with my bro, I am as docile and compliant as Lassie. But in the mornings, when I get let out of my crate after being in there for several hours, I am more akin to an ADHD kindergartener on a sugar rush.

Mom says I have become a better dog since Tom came along. Tom needs to lighten up a bit though. He is possessive of bones and treats with me but not with the humans. When Tom is chewing on something and I come over to check it out, he does this Grrrrrrr rrrrr rrrr noise that drives me nutso! I start jumping all around and barking at him which makes him even madder so he starts yipping at me. Then that makes me even more crazy so I start running all around at top speed with Tom chasing me, bitting my heels. It's quite a show! It makes Mom and Dad mad because of all the loud noise so then they get in on the action by yelling at us. We could have a sitcom. Mom keeps trying to get our silliness on film but usually she is too occupied with trying to shut us up to remember to get the camera rolling.

Tom is a funny little guy. He LOVES to licklicklick. His teeth are funny looking so Mom thinks that is why he has his tongue hanging out a lot. (Tom had 2 teeth extracted before we got him and his bottom teeth are crooked.) When ever he comes up to you, expect lots of stinky kisses. He has very stinky breath. Mom has bought all sorts of different things to freshen it up. No progress on that yet...

More to come on Tom! Here are some silly pics! Tom has a favorite nap spot.


Also a big hello to our new terrier buddies Scruffy, Lacie & Babystan, Asta Marie, Maggie & Mitch and the Thuglets! We love your blogs!!

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"

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