Day 536: Upsettin the NBDB!

[Please accept my apology for the back post, as I fill in dates from my paw scratched diary!]



A Christmas tree or two, the trimmins and missy-laneous different stuff round the house is good fun and feel good... un-the-less you are the Bleu, aka NBDB (nervous break down boy)!


We find out that he cannot handle so many decorations and change and chaos... on a counta he chew BIG hotspot into heself while the Mom at work today! [I mighta help him just little bit but I promise it was not the me who start it]!

I feel bad for Sweet Boy, but he keep showin the Mom he cannot be trusted... so... cone 24x7, pretty much.

When I see the cone comin out, I immediately assume it is for the me... and I dive and frow my head to the floor in the most inconvenient corner... as it is near impossible to scoop me up in that situation.

The Bleu, he will sometime trot away from the sight of the cone... but he congenial nature get the best of him... and he willingly push he head into it!

I have spent much time in the cone, so I understand and do not wish it upon the Sweet Bleu... but much better the him than the me. Just sayin. 

Day 347: Caught Me A Frog!

Spent the last two nights chasin night critters (the Mom call em flyin squirrels).

Tonight I caught me a big frog!

But I spit it out real quick! On a counta it boaf feel real funny if my mouf... and there was the Mom screamin "LUKE NO"!!!

I don't hear those words often so know when hear them... abide (if I at all Lukely possible)!

Pee-Ess and/or pro-log or follow-up or however you wanna say...

You prolly wonderin how I fare in the cone while the Mom at the factory today. Well... she shocked to come home and find me still in cone wif the tail what is wet from the chewin...

And for the record, I told the Bleu (who was in cone hisself) and I quote exactly...

"The Bleu, please don't chew my tail especially little more on the left please little more o yeah right there just sayin... on a counta you know the Mom will not be pleased and you will be in big trouble."

And so if anybody in the trouble... it should be the Bleu on a counta he so warned.

Just sayin.

Day 346: Workin The Spot!

Last night... I get mad at the Mom for goin out to dinner wifout the me and so I chew hole in my tail. Seemed appropriate to me at the time. Just sayin.

Tonight she go out to dinner and leave me (and the Bleu, of course... boaf) in the cone. She back now and monitorin my tail (and the Bleu hiney-bo)... so I workin on the Spot!

Day 342: Mid Week Chore Day

Wednesday is mid week chore day, and the Mom all ways come home from factory on a mission!

First she come home and clean the Bleu bobo and then she chase him frew house wif the anti-by-otic spray.

Second and I ack-knowledge this from the category of TMI... she scour yard for any poop what might have beed missed durin daily scoopin. She also collect from yard any single thing what she don't want there for next week. And she bag it and drop it over top of fence.

(Somefin bout this activity make me very sad, scared and a little nervous. Bleu don't mind helpin her... but I make myself in visible as possible, and I lie by door).

And then the Mom run Mr Dyson and empty his canister and then she go frew frige and frow perfectly good (imho) foods in bag and then also she go frew house and tump all little baskets and floor containers into other bags and then she take all bags out frew the front door. And then she put them bags as well as bags she frew over fence into big cart and she roll it out to curb.

And all this make me and the Bleu very tired mostly on a counta we watch the Mom wash her hands bout million times and this what take bulk of time but I digress...

And then we wonder... can we all settle down in the room wif the sound and movin pitcher box???
Or is it GRRH and/or moonlight time...

And answer this day is yes it in fact is.

Now I don't want you go away and think we didn't get good lovin and sweet songs and lotsa chatter from the Mom on Mid Week Chore Day (why you think she kept washin hands??? She wash on a counta she don't want give us the germs or allergies!)... on a counta we did.

Did we get as much as ever other day? No. We did not. And that is why we go on record just now to say we do not like Mid Week Chore Day... but then neither does the Mom! In fact this night she get bit whiney bout how hard it beed to be ever thing from the Mom to the maid to the garbage man to the doctor to... you get pitcher.

But you know... it all cool and ok... on a counta we all real happy together. We are. We got what's important and that is ever thing we really need and top of the that we got love and humor abundant!
And so it not such big thing to just chill and wait on time for goin to bed lovin.

Tomorrow will be better day... oops no, o shoot. Tomorrow beed day lawn dude do lawn. (Thank Dog it the one chore the Mom delegate to some the one else!!!)

Day 338: Dark Day After Thunder

Spent some quite some time in boaf my jammies and diggin in the bunker this afternoon and also some time under the Mom's feet while she tried the old "act like it not thunderin" routine...

And at point of my near nervous breakdown, she offer me tasty treat what she say she hate to give me but it taste real good so I don't know why she hesitant... And besides, I soon feel not so scared and instead of diggin, I sweep in the bunker!

And skies are much better now and I beed alternatin time in the yard wif sweet naps... and the Bleu is all ways up and down, in and out, wif the me.

Poor the Bleu in the cone. He don't seem to mind wearin it, but he also taken to standin in middle of yard and act like he don't hear the Mom callin... on a counta he not wear it out of doors.

I bit conflicted bout this whole Bleu bobo thing, on a counta I don't wanna wear the cone but he gettin lots a tension from the Mom. Ever time she go to doctor him, I flop down at her feet. She always doctor me first, but she not foolin me... I know she pretendin. And the Bleu, he don't mind me goin first on a counta he know he gettin real treatment!

Crazy times in the House of Bleu's!

P.S. to the Aunt Karen, yep we still got Minnie Pearl beds wif the tags still hangin! Gonna have to whip out my blunt nose scissors! Just sayin...

Day 334: IDLE

America is idle, the finale... and so is I and also the Bleu and the Mom. Just sayin.

(The Bleu got giant and horrific hot spot, and he livin life in the cone, which he don't seem to mind whatsoever but still make the Mom feel awful).

Also... just sayin. It sad. I feel bad... and in fact, was caught lickin his bobo this afternoon...

Day 300!!!!!: A Retrospective

I grateful for my days wif my Fuzzy Friends on a counta if not for all ways they believe in me for 9 almost 10 months... I not have this blog today. And that all I gonna say... we move on!

But lookin back on my first days in GRRH Family... what I spend in PET PARADISE... and it WAS on a counta it most excellent change of scenery (not to EVEN mention ride in Porsche!) and also give me the hope and attention that GOOD things to come!

(By way... no need for air horn wif the Luke!)

Check out my awesome coat of fur back then!

And look! No bald spot!!!

And now must tell you that this depress the Mom on a counta she take hot spot personal... but I try remind her these pics taken early summer and fur thick on a counta not be brushed most ever day and certainly no furry-me-nater! Besides... will gladly trade hot and bald spot for happiness and lovin home wif the Mom!

But LOVE to stretch my legs and let wind blow frew my fur! Pet Paradise awesome place!

Just sayin!
My Cousin Collin give good hug and that day I think "Me and Little Man... we tight"...
Ain't no rub like a belly rub under just right circumstance!

And this my favorite out of door choreography. I demonstrate weekly. The Mom think it scratchin cheek and chin... but I call it "puttin on the grass cologne"... only this grass smell like knock-off!

Luke large... and proud...and handsome. And can only say that when refer to self in third dog.

This pitcher funny on a counta this just the way I still scratch... ceptin now I slip off into room what the Mom not in and cannot see... to scratch where it itch!

But for the Mom this somewhat sad pitcher on a counta I scratchin zact location of mast cell tumor what I had removed. I say somewhat on a counta great thing bout all ways it work out is that the Mom a tentive to tiny little bump and on a counta that... it gone! She just sad on a counta it ever there at all and she think Luke (again, third dog) deserve never have nuffin wrong.

Typical Mom. Just sayin.

It happy to reminisce on this on a counta I fly frew and round and round and round and round yard today... and just I just love freedom of stretchin leg out!

Now take a good long look at me and the Cousin Collin...

Didn't know then but I know now... me and 'Little Man' have lots in common!

1. We family.
2. We boaf blessed wif strikin good looks!
3. We boaf hip and cool and I have to defer to the "Cousin Collin" for other terms what apply to our overall attractiveness...
4. We boaf a lot loved and a little doted on... and nuffin unmanly bout that on a counta we boaf have that certain sumfin what the ladies love...
5. We boaf play a mean game of poker!
6. And we boaf love GRRH!

P.S. and by-the-way... I will only know I made it big when I referred to exclusively as "Cousin Luke". Dream big they say and I do!

Pay off so far!!!

Day 223: On Top O My Remorseful Head...

The Mom she still not feel good but she went to factory and I stay home and clean bobo. I not hurt it, I just clean it like Doc say I should.

And the Mom she saw blog of yesterday and she say for me to tell you...

On top o my remorseful head... you see light spot? Well, the Mom say tell you "that's where the angel kissed me"!

Day 222: My Remorseful Head

The Mom she still sick and in bed not move but she still alive. I know on a counta I put mirror under her nose and it fog up. Just kiddin, I know on a counta my loud sigh make her get up and let me out. And Bleu know on a counta his big wet burp got her up to put more waters in the bowl on a counta she knew if he drank... bowl now empty.

I feelin bit better but hip not look nor feel so good. I got bunch o shots and takin aunty-biotics. And doc tell the Mom let the Luke pick the scab off it on a counta he couldn't get it off... but I leave it alone for today!

The Aunt Dav call last night to check on the sick Mom who whisper to her what happen today wif the Luke. The Aunt Dav beg the Mom not let me put picture of my owwwwwy on web on a counta it hurt her heart the last time.

So, for you Aunt Dav... here photo of my remoreseful head(!):

Day 221: Shock And Awe... Dismay, Anger and OUCH!

It very traumatic afternoon, we home now and I try forget... but not so easy...

1. We not go see the Mom doc we go see the Luke doc.

2. No waitin room big enough for pit bull mama + 10 puppies + 2 weimeraners + 2 bird dogs + 1 cat... + the Luke. Bit traumatizin and way too much to protect the Mom from when not feelin so good in general and then got big sore bobo on hiney.
3. It just horrible experience. The Luke scared and hurt. The doc try heal bobo but kinda upset wif the Luke for he growlin and screamin. The tech kinda scared and tired of holdin me down. And the Mom... she not just sick wif sickness but also half barassed half heart torn to shred from witness my pain.
4. All that and then pay big money for the sperience. The Mom say it all her fault on a counta she thought she could heal bobo... but guess it kinda the Luke fault mostly on a counta it not bear what bit me this time... it was me and my lickin.

We get back in car and we spress love (after I drink bout quart of water) like two what been separated by world war and it felt like one. Horrific day what I hope never repeat. Guess I need to stop lickin bobos on myself.

Just glad be home wif the Bleu where we boaf belong!!!

Day 221: The Mom Need Doctor

The Mom get up late this mornin, cough, snort, blow, spit... then call factory and whisper she stay home today. She manage outs and ins and breakfast needs of me and the Bleu and then we all go back to settle in lazily for day.

But then the Mom grab phone dial number make pointment wif doctor for late afternoon and I glad on a counta worry me some when ole gal park self in bed utter no sound... .

But then we go all go back sweep.

And then late afternoon come round and the Mom drag herself up from deafbed and much to Luke surprise, she grab leash and load me in the trolley.

Bleu wanna go but he well behaved and got good self esteem and he ok wif bein left home. I on other hand know the Mom way too sick she not go see doc alone no way no how.

For good measure, my good boy behavior return when in car by self wif the Mom. I quiet. After all... she need me.

Day 220: I Not Feel So Good Either

Been fightin hot spot on hip. And today tummy not good, head feel bit warm and I pretty much listless as the Mom.

Don't know how she notice but she do. She worry and fret and say we go see doc tomorrow.

Hope doc can fix boaf us on a counta the Mom really not feel so good either.

On side note, when the Luke and the Mom not feel good... it so quiet in here make taptaptaptaptaptaptap of the Bleu seem almost pierce ear.

But the Mom say that the way quiet boy tell the Mom when he have issue, want or need somefin.

Guess it equivalent to the famous Luke sigh what serve my needs pretty good round here might need honin just sayin.

Day 153: Consequence

Overly drowsy lump of boy got reprieve due to the Mom's heart break and all who lobbied for quality of life.

Revelled in five days of raucous bliss wifout drug.

And then the Mom came home from work yesterday and moral of story...

Lick, chew butt while the Mom at work.

Pay consequence.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Day 64: Goldens Rule

Ole Cool Hand is always thinkin', figurin', formulatin' and rankin'... Then I got this idea from someone special!

Someone's gotta speak out on behalf of the Great Golden Retriever mind, and I figure it might as well be me! So, here's my first Golden Rule:

FOUR PAW BELLY UP RULE FOR A PERFECT DAY:

Start with thunder and rain free Friday.

Add catching a frog at 5am... and being awake (and smart) enough to spit it out and watch it hop away.

Add a tasty breakfast. Okay, I have that everyday any way... but its a portant part of my food triangle.

Subtract Mom going to the factory for half a day.

Add back in the hamburger she brings home each Friday for us to share.

Subtract peoples calling her on the phone and other ways she's distracted (with the exception of JDY... we both love JDY! I like that he sees things through his Maggie's eyes!)

Add back in the cool air we had blowin' before the $530 windmill bill hit the mailbox.

Subtract the yard guy workin' in the back yard, while I'm stuck in here.

Add back in a neatly groomed back yard.

Subtract the attention to my bald patooty.

And for Dog's sake, add hair back to my rear end!!!

Day 62: Oops I Did It Again (Again)!

I knew Mom was coming home for lunch to check on me (how? she told me, of course), but she got here a little earlier than I was expecting. I was intending to craft a patooty toupee from the hair puffs behind the bedroom door. But she caught me red patootied.

And I guess flinging myself against the door (give me credit... only after a hellacious thunderous storm) when she tried to go back to work didn't help matters. Said she guessed I wouldn't be happy till I didn't have a hair on my ass and my mom was unemployed.

I wanted to tell her I would have a furry ass if she was unemployed, but I thought better of it. You see, if I'm to believe what I've been told... the factory puts the food in my bowl (I could have sworn it was Mom, but I guess I'm wrong), holds this not fancy but storm resistant roof up and keeps what cool airs we still got blowing... blowing. So I shushed myself before I could re-butt.

None of that stopped me from hurling every ounce of fight I had in me, as well as a patooty load of guilt upon that door as she tried to go back to the factory after our TWO HOUR LUNCH, though...

Maybe I'm just spoiled? Maybe Mom spends too much time with me, and I resent the times she's not here? Or maybe I need a SISTER??? SUBJECT FOR A NEW POLL!!!

Photo by Ryan Van Lenning. Many thanks for not making me share a photo of my OWN bald patooty!

Day 59: Random Thoughts

Things I THINK I love:

1. Trips to Galveston.
2. Walks on the beach.
3. Board Meetings.

Things I KNOW I love:

1. Oodles of loving. (Mom's guilt ROCKS!).
2. Bacon and eggs.
3. Aunt Susan's "treats".
4. Muncho chasers.
5. Squirrel chasings.
6. Brushings.
7. Mid-Afternoon Stories.

Things I DON'T Like So Much:

1. Chores. Especially of the Dyson nature.
2. Moonlight work (Mom's), though I'm grateful for the benefits.
3. The storm defender cape. I've personally sent mixed messages as to whether it works. But do I like wearing it? Not so much, but I've also got a gargantuan bo-bo on my butt!
4. Windmills... and warm temperatures on both sides of the door. (Windmill people presented Mom with a bill for $531! Not much market for a PPV dog blog, past my prime for centerfolds, and I ain't deliverin' newspapers, so...)

Things I HAVE TO Get Used To:

1. Mom's thrill (not) over windmill bills.
2. Warm temperatures on both sides of the door.

Things I HATE With A Passion:

1. STORMS.
2. THUNDER.
3. IMPENDING MONDAYS.

Day 56: I HATE HOT SPOTS!!!

THE FEELING IS MUTUAL!



SANS TREATS ON MY NOSE AND ALL MANNER OF OTHER FORMS OF SELF CONTROL!

Day 56: OOPS! I did it again...

Heard the garage door going up at noon today. Knew it was the Mom coming home to check on my "itty bitty" hot bobo.

Did the only thing any macho self respecting boy would do, after spending the morning chewing on his own hip...

I hid in the baffroom.

Think, think, think... I said to myself. She's gonna find me. She's gonna ask.

I did. She did and she did.

My answer: "A bear bit me!"

The Mom's reply: "Where's the bear?!"

My answer: "It was a bit and run."

I'm not sure she bought it, but phone calls were made, and it seems that she's taking the rest of the day off to take me for a trolley ride. Guessin' Doc Banks will be at the halfway point of the trip.

Fun image courtesy of active.com, promoting the 2007 Spring Fig Leaf 5K run (the only clothing optional 5k Run in Georgia!).

Day 54: POTENTIAL SISTER ALERT!

AM I READY???

On the one paw, it would be super cool to have a sister to hang out with, specially when the Mom's away. We could also run 'round the yard together and join forces to destroy the evil squirrel empire!

On the other paw, I'm not so sure I'm ready to share. I mean, I like that the Mom is all mine. I like bein wherever I want to be, and I consider the entire house and yard reserved by me.

Affection been generous 'round here. Taken some getting used to, on a counta my past, but we've stablished some patterns that make me feel stable. Not quite sure I'm ready for apple cart turnover...

And then there's the toys... I never had a lot of stuff before. It took some getting used to, but... I really LIKE having stuff. I like toting it, rearranging it and never having it taken away. It's a good feeling, really. Really!

The Mom's concerned about how I feel... but I'm concerned about her, too. Ain't gonna lie. Betwixt her worrying about my emotions, poop, bobos, general health and well being, weather radar and thunderstorms, getting herself enrolled in oh-bedience training... AND the factory, I gotta wonder...

IS THE MOM READY???

Gonna nibble my hiney and think about it for a while...

Really cute graphic courtesy of Serendipity Pet Shop, a most excellent place to shop for gifts... and the Mom has a birfday coming up!!!

Day 19: Random Thoughts

Before I retire...

1. Get to go to see Doc tomorrow. Yip-pee.
2. Bactine on my butt makes me sneeze out my nose.
3. Benny-drill makes me very sweeee...... pee.