Day 506: Mug Shots ... A Family Portrait

Howl-O-Ween was fun, and we got some professionally shot pitchers back this week and so I share em wif the you!

The Bleu is a little of a ham but the Mom most definitely is not, and only time she allow pitcher taken is if she wif her sweet boy(s)...!

So here we are... "Cop and Convicts", "Police and Perps!"... A Family Portrait!


I wrote a book yesterday on feet and fifteen minutes ago, I wrote one on all the ways I would like to wear a hat. Didn't take long since the pages are once more... blank.
Kinda funny story... me and the Mom came inside to do sum fing she need to do and she not gonna do sum fing and leave me outside nor would I let her... and then photographer ask would we like our pitcher taken? We say sure but the Mom say we need the Bleu (I not sure xactly why)...

Quickly they say, we hold the Luke while you go get the Bleu... and the Mom trump by sayin it would be easier if you go get the Bleu (and it was. trust me.).

If wonder why we boaf keep lookin to our right... there were two photographers snappin fingers and callin our names... but also there was also cupcakes and AUNT KAREN COOKIES to our immediate right!!!

Want good photo? Should rip page outta Aunt Karen's playbook... put berry treat, GRRH cookie or better yet Aunt Karen Cookie in mouf or on head!

And here is one of my favorite pitchers... It was announced that we were one of the winners, and we all free gathered togefur. The Mom is talkin to the us... and this just really represent our fambily, wif ception of we are all free behavin.... Just sayin.

And now I am sorry to inform you that we have even MORE pitchers to share wif the you in the next few days... so please pack your Howl-O-Ween patience... you will need it!

Day 505: Golden Gratitude!

First let me say I am very grateful to all who have stopped by my little blog and left the well wishes behind... and also for ever one who support me and also my the Mom wif emails and messages and phone calls and most importantly... prayers! Very many special fanks to my good friends the Tucker and the gorgeous Daisy!

Next I guess I should tell you a little of the story... On Saturday October 24f, my the Mom found a growf on the pad of my paw. I went to the vet that day to get fleu beuster shot but my the Doctor Mark was not there and every body else was busy... so we went back on Tuesday.

Now about fifteen minutes ago, I sat down and wrote an entire book on all the fings I would like you to do to and wif my feet. It did not take long, as the pages are completely blank.... but I digress.

Long story short, the Doctor Mark say it have to come off and soon. And we already been watchin bump on other foot, knowin if it gonna come off... it have to come off soon. And so unbeknownst to me, she decide... all questionable come off.

Fast forward to the mornin of Tuesday November 3, me and the Mom leave home wifout me partakin of my breakfast foods and I am rich wif the anticipation of where we are goin UNTIL... we pull up into parkin lot of Doctor Mark... at which point, I abruptly turn to the Mom and say
"Well... THIS ain't Denny's...!"

So any way... I have surgery and it start real late in day, and I am pretty sure the Mom was wound up tight wif the worry and also really grumpy and scared... but it all went just fine. I have lump removed on pad of right paw, bump removed from top of left paw, tiny eyelid tumor removed from right eye, skin tag removed from right elbow and tiny lump removed from back.

She could not wait to come pick her sweet boy up, but I immediately frew up in the parkin lot... and it did not get much better that night at all. I did not know what to do when I got home. I did not want the love. I did not want the Mom. I did not want the nuffin... until about midnight, when...

I suddenly remember how much I love the Mom and bedtime stories and sleepin in big bed and so I wake the her up for story and then hop up next to the her... first kinda close, then between her and her body huggin pillow and then eventually half on top of the her. Yes yes yes the Luke is happy to be alive!

Free of my my bo-bees are known to be nign, but the two on my feetsies have been sent off... to military school or wherever bad bo-bees are sent... I will let you know when we hear from the them.

And now if nuffin else funny bout entire ordeal... please have laugh on me... as I model my white socks and blue slippers!

My the Mom would not let me very far off the patio as I am to be on my feet as little as possible.
And now I'm ready to go back to the inside if the Mom would stop takin the pitchers...
Geez really... these meds make me very very sweepy! Pweese to wet me back in the door...

Ahhh. Back in and where I want to be. (I am not posed to put a lotta pressure on my foot but the Mom has given up on tryin to keep me from jumpin on and off the bed... and that's why I love the her).

I went on Fursday and had left slipper removed and right one changed out (God helped Katherine at the Fairbanks!)... so now I have a whole new look. Will post that soon, along wif more Howl-O-Ween pitchers.

I must tell you once more before I go just xactly how much it mean to me to have the friends like the you... it mean WORLD. It do. From bottom of my sweet heart... Fank you!

Day 499: GRRH Howl-Oween Party

Happy Howl-Oween, ya'all!

Today was quite eventful for me and also the Bleu... as we arrived at the Pet Paradise Hobby location for the GRRH Costume party, and our photos were snapped very much like a red carpet event! (Very many more and professional photos later... these are just a few the Mom captured!)!

You are wonderin now... how did the Luke dress? Well, I went as a cop in charge of two convicts!

Here is me fully knowin how good I look and knowin this gentleman has got a camera... I am tryin to point fact out to the him!

Afraid exact point is lost on him, but I got pettin and attention from him any way!
And speakin of pettin and attention... well, you all know the Bleu is King of Love... so let me introduce you to Aunt Ada... who was like the substrate to the Bleu gleu teuday!

Me and the Mom love Aunt Ada on a counta she has heart of gold and is strong woman who really get fings done! But the Bleu... he love her on a counta she got that furry special sumfin. I ask him what and he cannot say... he just smile and tap tap tap. (By way, you can see my other convict... what is my the Mom... in window reflection (below)!)

And holiday would not be complete wifout photo of the Bleu wif my, ok our... the Aunt Madison, who we love love LOVE! She was Mom to the Bleu for nine monfs before he got mine... and troof be tole, the Bleu got teu Moms!

We could fight over theory of relativity, Mom or Aunt... but my the Aunt Madison conspire wif the me, later in day, as judges are deliberatin... to get some more pitchers taken! And for her, I agree to put my hat back on!

Then not too long thereafter... Me and the Bleu, aka The Cop and the Convict... are named one of four winners!!!

We are furry excited to see our prize, but the Mom say she need to photograph it and we will have to be patient and excited tomorrow! It's ok. Me, the Bleu and also the Mom... we are tired. After all, our collective age is 67.5 so it is understandable that we might need to go to bed early!

Stay tuned for more terrific photos!!!

Day 492: Fleu Beusters

Canine fleu is very bad and lingerin disease, so teuday me and the Bleu... we go get part teu what is the beauster to first shot we got several weeks ago.

And now we feel kinda icky, kinda gimpy, kinda puney, and we go to little bed(s)... kinda early.
And here is me in mine.

And here is the Bleu in his.

And here is look on my sweet face.

And here the Bleu is tryin to bury his sweet face...

It is sometimes very hard to try to stay healfy! Just sayin.

Day 490: Things You Might Not Know About the Me Thursday

Wif lotsa time on my paws lately, I made list of fings about the me what you may or may not know... and they are this:

1. I wake up at 4:30am ever single mornin. Always have. Always will. When first came here to live, I came to side of bed for bedtime story and then settled back down on floor for more sleep. I still come to side of bed for bedtime story, but now I jump on the bed for the spoonin and cuddlin till time to get up!

2. I have COWLICKS. Lots em. And my the Mom loves em! Some of her very most favorites are on back of my neck. She all ways rubbin on em and sayin she gonna take real good pitcher... Stay tuned!

3. Was kissed by Angel on top of my head and you can see the spot!

4. I call my style... SCRUFFY. I'm about slippers, bell bottoms and lettin it all hang out. I love love LOVE a brushin (will even come outta the bunker for some!), but just say NO to all other implements of the groomin!

5. I work very hard NOT to be the boy who is in trouble. Can say just the opposite a bout the Bleu! He work hard to be in trouble on a counta he is treuly freu-n-freu goody 2 sheu... so he amp up he orneriness in order to get called down! Just sayin.

Daze 472 - 484: Fleu Time

If I was the kind of boy who keep score on such fings,
here is what the board would say about the last two weeks:

H WON, N WON
AND
THE MOM LOST

And by "lost" I mean I ain't never seen a woman as sick as my the Mom was (not that I have a lotta experience at bein wif sick women)... Me and the Bleu, we was very very VERY worried... mostly bout whether she was gonna have the strengf to feed us and fill our water bowl, but still... we was worried!

Now I do not want you all worryin bout the "what ifs" on a counta my family did many "welfare checks" on the Mom (wink wink) and therefore also (and mostly) the me and also the Bleu... And it also did take quite some hour or two of educatin from the Aunt Karen, Micro-Biologist to convince the Mom that it was ok to have the Nurse Luke and the Nurse Bleu up in her face.

(To this day neither she nor I can understand how it jump from pig to her but cannot jump to the Luke... but for that, I am grateful!).

Now... havin her home captive wif the us for so many days was pretty good fing, but she was not very fun. She was not playful and she did not sing or really be very chatty wif us at all. And so it was really kinda borin, and besides all the times we was puttin a mirror under her nose... we all just pretty much laid around, listened to tv and sighed a lot.

Of course, there were also lotsa storms, and ole gal raise herself up from dead to put calmin music on and also to sit in the bunker wif the me. I tried my hardest to be brave boy, but meltdowns some time got better of the me. Besides... it was good to see that at least one fing could get her up outta that bed!

Now on the bright side, I am happy to report... my the Mom is gonna live! I would say she is about 85% her old self, and gainin strengf ever day. And now I will close wif some advice from the her:

If you are eligible to take the H1N1 flu shot or nasal mist, take it... particularly, if you have asthma! I urge you to please take this disease very seriously. Take every precaution, and avoid handshakes, hugs and crowds. I'm not typically an alarmist, but there were a couple of nights I was afraid to go to sleep, for fear I wouldn't wake... and on Day 6, when I thought I was finally feeling so much better and free of fever, I took my temperature... It was 102.2!

Please... Please... take VERY good care of yourselves! I love you all!!!

Day 470: Hard Day's Night

O boy it was, on a counta we was up doin GRRH work and did not go to bed until 130am this mornin... and at 245am the thunder it did start boomin! And it boomed all way until time for us to get up and get day under way!

And how we got it under way was big surprise on a counta boaf me and the Bleu board the trolley to go to see Doctor Mark! Our the Aunt Madison was there!!! She was there mostly to see the me, but she also wrangle and help calm the Bleu!!!

Here is the lowdown on the showdown:

Bleu: Gained 5 pounds and needs to go on diet (more foods for me). Bump checked and burst and cannot again be found. Received fleu shot.
Luke: Weight stable. Heartworm check (negative). Fecal check attempt (I don't think so). Lump and bump check (Are primarly of no concern, but keep watch on lump on paw. If it does not significantly improve, should be removed). Received three shots, includin fleu shot.

It has been very long day for all of the us! The Mom had more GRRH work to do when we got home from our big adventure... but we're all settlin into bed early tonight!

Day 464: More The Mom Birfday Celebration!

Ok well the proverbial cat is out of the bag... now that the Aunts Karen and Madison and the Uncles Craig and Tom have gathered and carried out the big birfday surprise upon the Mom!

And here is very best part of surprise... sweet portrait of someone you know and very much love love LOVE!!!

I'm lookin and finkin... "wow, this portrait is of real handsome boy... just sayin".

Huh???... What??? You think it resemble me???

Well... it IS a handsome portrait... And the fur on the ears DOES flip in that really way cool way... I guess I'll leave it to the Mom to decide if it tugs her heart strings, just like I do...

O... And then there was this other part of the birfday surprise. And I guess it posed to be the Bleu. Ok, I tryin real hard to pretend it not the spittin image of his boaf self and he personality. But I give! I cannot look at this portrait one more time wifout grinnin... on a counta it capture so much of the Bleu!

Why... just look at him! Even the Bleu finds the resemblance funny!!!

This birfday surprise is really special and encompasses all we boys are to her... in all the special ways!

It's hard to know what makes her happier... her boys, portraits of her boys... or loved ones who were thoughtful enough to seek protraits of her boys! I believe it's a three-way tie! The Mom is in love wif us all!!!

Day 463: GRRH Work

Just two fings get between me and my bloggin and they are storms and also GRRH work, and they have been boaf too plentiful lately!

For the example, this afternoon and tonight the Mom is workin on new sletter. I do not claim to understand what a sletter is whever be new or old, but on list of fings to include was GRRH's new rescue t-shirts... and she decide the Bleu would be good model!

Now, I have to tell you... In life there are fings what you simply must stand firmly against and one is when your brother gets all attention.

And so I do. Just sayin.

Then the Mom completely miss understand my protest, and next fing I know, t-shirt is bein put on me... and I willin subject over the head and frew one arm, but arm number teu and I draw line wif the growl. Now... the Mom understand my growl and it not aggressive but just expressive. More time than not, it mean I love my slippers fank you very much back off... but today it mean: "I draw line wif the t-shirt wearin at arm number teu!"

For sake of clarity, here is basic Life Rule... The Bleu should not get more attention than the me.

The Mom not pick up on the clarity, but pick up on the protest real good... so she drape t-shirt over my back for photo shoot and wah-lah:

More on the t-shirt later and whever or not our eever of pitchers make it into the sletter!

Day 457: Fun Birfday Stuffs

So one week ago today on what was few days before the Mom's humongous birfday... she left outta here to go meet my (and ok, the Bleu's) very special Aunt Dav. I was none to happy bout her leavin, but just look what she brought back!

Now, please understand how hard it was on the Luke to keep big day a secret... but because the Mom is not her comfiest when in lime of the light, I did.

So now boaf proverbial cat and also really swell presents is outta this bag! It is a LOT and I check it out!

[And now I must ask you for your code of the silence, on a counta the Mom say I absolutely cannot share these next few pitchers wif the you... cause the need to be folded laundry is in the "laundry chair"... so I beg you, shhhhhhhh...]

And here come my partner in the investigation... the Bleu! He wonder teu... what is all stuff in big bag???

And now it has beed laid out, and we continue our forough investigation.

And know what it is??? It is all manner of fun fings wif me and the Bleu's caricature on it! Here it is on tote bag!

But it is also on a mouse pad, tea towel, pillow case and a t-shirt! See??? It look just like original drawin what the Mom frame today!

And now I just offer you closer up of the frame image on a counta... well, I just look so swell!

My Aunt Dav, in addition to bein my special Aunt... she also be most specialest of sister to the Mom. My the Mom say they go way back a bout ahem years and that is a lot. And I say that to say this... she all ways know how to make the Mom feel good and happy! Mine and the Mom's and also the Bleu's fanks to the Aunt Dav... your gift could notta been any more perfect!

Now... you might fink that is all that was in bag wif the cat... but it is not! I save coolest fing for another very important post! For now I just say it is sumfin that me and the Mom have wanted very much for bout a year and a week... Fank you, Uncle Benj!

P.S. Part of cat bein out of bag is the Mom wore her new t-shirt to the GRRH Meet-n-Greet today. And I (and ok, the Bleu) was a hit on a counta ever body love the shirt! I am happy to hear it on a counta now my Christmas shoppin is now one stop!

Day 456: MooMoo For The Mom

I know you be wonderin what me and the Bleu given the Mom for her the most auspicous anniversary of her ahemth birf!

Me and the Bleu, we not agree on who get to present her wif gift... and refuse to put our heads together photographicaly speakin (but not otherwise) and so age and beauty RULE over age and beuaty and I present first!
The Bleu question "age and beauty" order but he not too mad as he is all ways go long get a long brother, and he now ok wif the order...

Specially since he get first dibs on...

"Happy Birfday to the Mom!!! Please accept this MooMoo as lovin token or our devotion and never endin love!!!"

And first chance I get, I go to suckin...

And now it is time to take the Mom and her birfday gift to the sweepin time... so I move the MooMoo to the pillows (since pillows are the Mom's most favorite place for the head)!

And I nestle in to make sure the Mom's gift does not get lost among the clicker and telephone. Noble deed I do. Just sayin.

This also pretty comfy side of the big bed... will stay here for short while, and then leave the MooMoo to sweep wif the Mom in big bed! Just sayin.

Day 455: Finkin Fursday...

Today I am still finkin about the last night. Do not pass out for fear I have fifty foughts on a counta a I do not... just a few. I was happy and content to forego my nightly frog and flyin squirrel hunt and just hang wif the Mom and her whim!
Not far from my foughts however was the big celophane fing she brought home!

Lo and behole on the inside of super surprise gift from the Aunt Dav (the Mom vvvbff friend for ahem years)... just you look what was on the inside! You will count free Golden Retriever cookes... what are me and the Bleu... and the Comet, she is up top, overseein the all!

I make no secret how I feel a bout the celophane crinkle sound... it like you callin my name. What the Mom not expect however was the ginormous.... ::::poooooof:::: of cookie store smell what burst into our home airs! I mean to tell you they smell right outta the oven!

And the Mom she call me "down" off the table edge just because I fought surely cookies for the me! But I guess when she say "down" I immediately fought look down for what has must certainly fell on the floors!

Do not misjudge my smile on a counta I exercisin faux paws of the strengf right now! I know my the Aunt Dav and I know these cookies be the mine (ok... to share wif the Mom)!

I wish you have smell-o-compy but you do not, so just to prove the enormous cookie aroma... her come the Bleu wheu forget he a feared of the tile floors!

And big fun don't stop there! The Mom share a love of the cupcakes and my Uncle Alex sent her home wif a red velvet one wif the yummy icing and I tell the you... it smell goooood gooood gooood!

And I am pretty darn sure the Uncle Alex intend 50/50 split (sorry the Bleu, but it got dairy).

Candle lit and the Mom make wish.

I look to her for two reasons. (1) I wonder what she be wishin. She does not share but I can guess. If I read her mind, it be sayin "all parties... longevity". And most importantly, (2) though I stand by wif the water bowl at paw reach... I fink please blow the fire out soon and let's eat!

Me and the Mom just now, we share real wonderful moment. We just "be"... for many minutes. In silence, all while she stroke my cow licked furs... and I lean harder and harder into the her... until she finally break silence wif the sweet nuffins and incredible sumfins. Sum time I fink "nip myself Luke, I am dreamin"...

And now before the Mom catch wind of Luke sharin... I offer you first in series I entitle "THAT my the Mom!"

I fink we definitely resemble one to the other! Just sayin.

Day 454: Shhhhh... Or I Be In Deep Trouble!

Ok, this be my the Mom's Birfday... and while conditions be much better than last year it still be somewhat sensitive subject...

While she at factry today... I dug up these images most of which are chiseled in stone and very hard to scan but I did my the best and now I will share them wif the you but please to be the shhhhhhhh!

Personally, I fink we favor one the other... what do you fink?

And here she is wif her the Mom in October, year ahem. Gosh she misses her the Mom!
And here she is wif her the Daddy... She be apple of his eye, his sunrise and sunset... all ways. He call her this day ever year for all years they share life, promptly at 720am... the time of her birf. She have teary moment today that time on a counta she finkin about all ways he shape her... and bless her life...
This not birfday pitcher but kinda fun on a counta good pitcher of her the Mom and also she standin up. Free foughts... (1) Grasses sure need mowin!; (2) Gosh, they sure drive a old old OLD trolley!; and (3) that house sure like this the one!
Birfday pitcher pretty much explain itself. Doll cake... hmmmmm.

This here among first in series of the Mom pitchers which I entitle... "Whut"... on a counta that is look on her the face.

Love my rockin horse but... "Whut... am I posed to do wif this doll baby?... Just sayin."

Now this is the Mom I know and love! And it clear she love her new wheels!
Guessin she was never big fan of the birfday parties nor bein center of a tention. Just a educated guess. Just sayin.
This look to me say "Why is it my birfday and party... and ever body but me playin wif all my stuff. O and please to the Mike don't kick a hole in my drum kit!" (which he did). Or I could be wrong... just guessin.
Party over and she get best gift ever from her the Daddy... though the Mom's Mom (and grandmoms) still be dressin the her.

And I close out SHHHHHHHHH... pitcher retrospective wif the one last "Whut" photo...

Special fank you to the Khyra who give me boaf idea and also guts to dig frew my the Mom's deep dark secret archives... and reveal the them!

Day 454: 50 Ways To Tell The Mom I Love Her!

When come to the Mom and love... I boaf knows it and shows it!

And for whatever and also various and sundry reason, I am moved this day to offer you stream of conscience exercise what are first 50 ways I tell the Mom I love her...

1. Hop on big bed at 430 am for the cuddlin.



2. Put her to big bed... when ever she is ready.



3. Dance!



4. Come when called.



5. Come most especially when my brother is called.



6. Bring her my favorite toy.



7. Smile... big and often.



8. Kiss her just ever so often. And subtly.



9. Lean into her.



10. Give her my belly.



11. Put head in her lap.



12. Put head on her shoulder (in big bed).



13. Lay a cross her (try avoid bladder).



14. Follow her from room to room.



15. Rest patiently in room of her choosin.



16. Greet her happily at door... all ways.



17. Party when trolley primed and leash presented!



18. Present her wif the yard bounty.



19. Lie by in side of door when she's out of it.



20. Hold mattress down when she change the sheets.



21. Don't make a break for "it".



22. Guard her perimeter. Never know.



23. Be patient and generous when come to her GRRH work.



24. Request bed time story... maybe two!



25. Snuggle extra close on a counta the cool airs, we got em this year!



26. Share limelight wif the Bleu and it ok on a counta we boaf know she love us more.



27. Provide inspiration for new song or sayin!



28. Honor her & our relationship wif blog from time to time.



29. Be easy... sum times.



30. Be difficult sum times... on a counta it fodder for love, trust & understandin.



31. Get in swimmin pool wif the her... sum fing she really want!



32. Stay up late... go to bed early... her whim not so much matter to the Luke.



33. Do businesses in the rain... out of love.



34. Cooperate wif photo shoots, to best of a bility.



35. Be brave boy, or at least try...



36. Support her sneaky snack habits by being quiet, too...



37. Tolerate her goins.



38. Celebrate her comins!



39. Accept gifts with enfusiasm!



40. Be all ways willin escort.



41. Show appreciation for toys by displayin em all over floors & big bed!



42. Duck between her legs when she need the protection.



43. Allow her to receive pizza frew front door.



44. Sigh deeply when she iron cloves.



45. Help her drive trolley.



46. Help her find eye glasses... all ways, multitudinous x per day.



47. Help her find door when we are out & a bout & I am ready for home.



48. Melt under brush to make her feel good.



49. Behave when the Bleu, he will not.



50. And last but not least... clean up the Bleu burps, so she does not have to!

Day 453: 49 Fings I Love About My The Mom

For whatever and also various and sundry reason, I am moved this day to offer you stream of conscience exercise what entail list of first 49 fings what come to mind when I fink of love for my the Mom...

1. Handy wif a scoop - Input.


2. Handy wif a scoop - Output.


3. Darn good and attentive doorman.


4. Love for the me... and also the Bleu, of course.


5. Live for the me... and also the Bleu, of course.


6. Talented ear rubber.


7. Skilled chin scratcher.


8. Lovin cheek stroker.


9. Good bedtime story teller.


10. Understand how I feel a bout my slippers.


11. Licensed trolley driver, in somwhat good standin.


12. Sneak me cheese when the a lergic Bleu ain't lookin.


13. Her "pat pat pat" on the big bed.


14. Bring home the berry treats!


15. Song writer.


16. Song singer.


17. Moment capturer.


18. Home body. And home is where ever her boys are.


19. Trust teacher, but not learner.


20. World class bunker back rubber.


21. Brusher extra ordinaire.


22. Pitcher of patience. She boaf need it and got it.


23. A tendant to most ever single need.


24. CHL & the Bleu Bear psychologist.


25. If she ever get mad at the us, we not know it.


26. Ever so careful stepper overer.


27. Ever so careful shuffler a long floor in the darknesses.


28. Rubbin marathoner (to keep me & the Bleu on big bed).


29. Run miles for & behind a Luke who makes big break for adventure!


30. Speed not compromised by bloody stumps.


31. Rubber back rug and pillow placer in tub on stormy day.


32. Pill pocket filler.


33. Not just bolt-in-the-door allower... but insister!


34. Come from good stock... on a counta our Aunts & Uncles rock!


35. Bring home the fun stuffies!


36. Life / Weather Forecast = Schedule.


37. Devoted to helpin other boys & girls find 49 reasons & then some.


38. Hugger. Learned how to give em wifout me burpin.


39. Radar checkin maniac... gotta love that bout her.


40. Empafizer... she all ways is.


41. Mostly a tentive water bowl filler.


42. Somewhat a tentive floor mopper.


43. Knows just what and how to say perfect fing in lovin tone.


44. Calendar keeper when it count.


45. Frettin nurse, & also lump and bump checker.


46. Dance inspirer!


47. Alpha voice when serious, but say "excuse me" when it not.


48. Patient swim instructor.


49. Pushover for the Luke. Just sayin.