We Did Our Tricks... Now Where Are Our Treats?!

Once a year, evil Border Collie gets to show his true image...

Devil Dog is embarrassed that the world knows who he truly is now...



Bumble Bee Dog plots how he will get revenge on these humans for such humiliation:



Buuuut then realizes just how cute he looks in costume and decides to go with it to appease the humans...



Lady Bug Rylie sez "I'z poze fer you if treets r in mah futere!"



"Lookz at mah wingz! I'z can flih!"



Chloe, the cow, fears that "the trick" will be a milking. After all, her costume came complete with an udder:



Now, I can't wait to do our Christmas card photoshoot this year... *rubs hands together and laughs maniacally*

Friday Flashback

It's a puppeh Chloe... from about 3-4 weeks of age. She had that little pink nose when she came home to us at 12 weeks of age, too.

Happy Howl-o-ween!

Tucker and Rylie didn't mind participating in being posed with pumpkins, although they probably thought: "wtf are these stoopid things? And why is the flashy box out again?"

Drying Off 101

Rory shows us how to properly dry off in three easy steps:

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Friday Flashback

Puppy Pile at Rylie's breeder's house... Baby Rylie is front and center on the bottom:



Happy Friday, all!

Taunted in Our Own Backyard

What is the most annoying, frustrating, bark inducing creature you can think of? These critters are probably even lurking in your own backyard, climbing from tree to tree, causing our furry friends to pop a blood vessel with anger.

My friends, this pesky rodent is commonly referred to as the squirrel:



It may look cute, fluffy, and innocent, but RCTR know better.

Tucker will watch the fence line/trees as the squirrels taunt him from above.



Rylie often forgets that she only weighs 4lbs and lacks the abilty to fly or climb trees. So she does what she can to protect her turf.



As much as Rory loves balls and frisbees, he knows he has to protect his yard from The Enemy.



For now, in order to prepare for the day when they can actually catch a squirrel, the puppehs practice squirrel torture methods:



(No squirrels were harmed in the making of this post)

Home Renovations, Rory Style

So I'm sitting in my office, drinking in the quiet of my home. The windows are open, and there's the occasional sound of a car driving by.

Tucker's at my feet, and the girls are downstairs somewhere. I can hear Rory around the corner from my office, lightly knawing on a toy.

"What a good boy," I think. I assume he's chewing on a toy, and praise him. Ian's downstairs doing his homework, so it's nice having the dogs entertain themselves.

I eventually decide to get up and see what Rory is doing.





*Head, meet desk*

This dog will be the death of me, I swear.

Anyone want a Border Collie? Knows basic commands. Can retrieve newspaper. Loves to slather you in kisses after eating chihuahua poop.

Anyone?!? C'mon!

Life is Good.

Can you believe that the little blue demon is already 9 months old? It seems like just yesterday he was a little fluffball puppeh:



That picture is from when he was 6 weeks old, and we were visiting him at his breeder's home.

Life is good when the sun is shining, and you can spend time with your favorite toy... the frisbee:



Border Monster just turned 7 months old a few days ago, too. My puppehs are growing up on me.

Life is good when you're an adorable blue puppeh:



Life is good when you have your own personal frisbee thrower:



Life isn't so good when someone six times your size decides to steal your stick:



We can't always win, right?

Nanowrimo

So who here is participating in Nanowrimo's 30 day writing frenzy for November? Is there anyone else on here crazy enough to pound out 50,000 words in only a month.

*Raises hands and then collapses with exhaustion just thinking about it*

I was too late to participate last year... but it's definitely something I'd like to accomplish next month. I've written a 60,000 word novel this past spring (and completed it just a few weeks ago). It's still in the editing stages... I put it down and I intend on reading/editing it once it's not so fresh in my mind. I definitely think that the 50k is achievable.

So, I guess I'll have to start brainstorming and work on some sort of an outline over the next couple of weeks. My brain hurts just thinking about it.

If you're interested, check out www.nanowrimo.org

O Hai!

The route to Narnia has been fixed (for now, at least). It's been covered with bricks, but hasn't been forgotten by the chis.

Besides not escaping from the yard, here are more things our canine friends need to keep in mind.

Things a Dog Must Remember

The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.

I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa, or under the bed.

I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.

I will not eat the cats' food, before they eat it or after they throw it up.

I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to get sick.

I will not throw up in the car.

I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc. just because I like the way they smell.

"Kitty box crunchies," although they are tasty, are not food.

I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the back yard after processing.

The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.

I will not chew my humans' toothbrushes and not tell them.

I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.

When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.

We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.

I will not steal Mom's underwear and dance all over the backyard with it.

The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom's & Dad's laps.

My head does not belong in the refrigerator.

I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.

I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.

I will not eat mint-flavored dental floss out of the bathroom garbage, to avoid having a string hanging out of my butt.

I will not use "roll around in the dirt" as an option just after getting a bath.

Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying hello.

I will not hump on any person's leg just because I think it is the right thing to do.

I will not fart in my owners' faces while sleeping on the pillow next to their heads.

I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the carpet.

The toilet bowl is not a never ending water supply, and just because the water is blue, it doesn't mean it is cleaner.

I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is here.

Suddenly turning around and smelling my butt can quickly clear a room.

The cat is not a squeaky toy, so when I play with him and when he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.

Chihuahuas Discover an Entrance to Narnia

And no, it's not hidden in the back of a wardrobe.

I learned two things this morning... chihuahuas can fit through very small spaces (and I mean, verrrrry small), and it is possible for your dogs to induce a near heart-attack state even when you're in your early twenties.

Like usual, I let the chihuahuas outside this morning to do their business, and wind up getting distracted with something in the kitchen. A few minutes later I open the door to let them back inside, and only see Rylie and Tucker. That's okay, because Chloe is probably in the side yard... or so I think, until Rylie and Tucker disappear through a microscopic hole in the fence.

I do mean microscopic.

Find the hole.



I'll give you a few minutes to find it.

Still don't see it? Okay, okay, here it is:



I know. You're wondering "how in the world is that tiny space even CONSIDERED a hole?" Actually, it's even smaller when it's up close. Our neighbor behind us has a PVC sprinker tube blocking half of it, even. So it's literally a 2 inch space, that even a mouse would have to struggle to squeeze through.

But somehow the chihuahuas did it.

This is what was found beyond the hole. As you can see, this is why it was so appealing to the chihuahuas:

Armed with a bag of cookies, I ran outside in my PJ's to convince the puppehs that life isn't better on the other side of the fence (heh- no pun intended). Rylie and Tucker decided to end their journey for the moment, and slipped back through the hole (using some kind of magic, mind you. This hole was barely even visable!). Chloe decided to squeeze back through seconds later.

Tonight the chihuahua escape route to another world will be closed off for good, and adventures will have to be found elsewhere.

Why Pets are Better than Children

In many ways, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3. Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using f riends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a "gazillion" dollars for college
And finally...
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

Tucker the Drama Queen...errr... King

Ya know how personalities can sometimes really shine through in pictures? Tucker is our resident drama queen, as you'll be able to see...







Most of the time it has to do with Chloe.

He's been our drama queen since he was a small puppy...

Chloe's response to him is always sticking her tongue out. I can't blame her for having Tucker get on her nerves... he's only a 9 month old puppy and still has so much energy!

My Emergency Room Visit

This little guy (appendix) is the reason why I haven't blogged in quite a few days...

I spent the day in the ER on Tuesday only to find that I didn't have to have any body parts removed (thankfully). I had a bunch of vials of blood taken... I have 3 bruises to show for it, because they had to have 3 different nurses attempt to find a vein to insert an IV into. I even had a CAT scan done, and thought I was peeing myself when they inserted the contrast material (iodine) into my veins for it... which I guess is entirely normal. They assured me I wasn't actually peeing... although I debated doing it just to mess with them (the high amounts of xanex in my body made it sound even more funny at the time).

Since being released, I've been extremely tired and still in pain. I was sent home with a prescription for Vicodin and instructions to return if the pain continued for an excessive amount of time.