Friday, December 21, 2012

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Christmas Wrappings

The big lazy says he is going to wraps me up and gives me away for Christmas.
  You don't really thinks the hoomans will let him do that, right?

Purrs - Rugen

Monday, December 10, 2012

Christmas Horrors

Yes all.... It's time for the annual Christmas Card Photo Shoot.

Let the horror begin.....
 Momma.... this collar is stoopid, I look like a clown and this is the world's smallest fireplace.  Or maybe it just looks small with my giant body next to it.
OMG Rugen.... you gots a stoopid clown collar too?  Nobody is safe from the Christmas horrors....
That's it gurl gives her the STINK eye... Sure Momma use that on the Christmas card!!!
SAVE ME! I didn't realize it could possible be this bad.  I has no ears and this Christmas hat makes my nose look HUGE!

How could she possibly do this to us EVERY YEAR!

It's sad that I work for cheese...

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I gots my ticket!

I gots my ticket for the big Power Ball drawing, wish me luck!
I is dreaming of all the toys and treats I can buy....

Thursday, November 15, 2012

She's Begging Mom!

Kitteh sister Rugen is a brat. Don't let her kitten face fool you.
Her favorite activity?  Begging!
She's underfoot in the kitchen.....
 She cries because she can't open the fridge on her own.....
And she's always trying to get to everything in the kitchen. Begging....
Even thinks she can sit at the table herself.

 I has no idea who she learned this horrible begging from.....

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

An extra hour of sleeping in a ball

We gots an extra hour of sleep this weekend wif the time change.
Vader needed it

Rugen needed it (although this is MY bed!)
 And I, Tucker always need it!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I is Four

Yep, that's right my birfday was Monday and I turned 4 years old! On Saturday I gots to go my beach to celebrate 
Sunday I gots to do my favorite activity.

My actual birfday was hurricane Sandy day here, but she didn't rain on my birfday parade!

I had pressies.....

And cake and ice cream!

Momma says I was so wound up that night even she was exhuasted.  I did zoomies 6 times in the house that evening.  It was just the perfect alignment of all the  birthday excitement, the sugar, the wind, the rain, and the full moon!
Happy Birfday to ME!

Sunday, October 28, 2012

I am a Hero

So I am officially a hero. Let me tells you about it.

It was super early and in the morning and Dad had already left for work.  It wasn't even light outside yet.  he drinks his coffee, starts the truck, feeds us all, and lets the chickens out of their coop into the garden run every morning.

Me?  I do this....... Momma does the same.
Well the other morning I woke up and starting barking out the window like crazy! Outside there was a Coyote less than a Dane length from MY chickens!

This is Exactly what he looked like.
Momma grabbed her boots and ran out the door chasing the Coyote like a Crazy lady and then she started counting the chickens.  Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Cher, Madonna, and Queen Latifa were all huddled in the corner of the  fenced garden.  Gwen was in the garden and Britney, Lil' Kim, and Reba were still in the coop.  Are you counting?  That means we are missing two of the babies.  Momma got everyone back in the coop and then heard a noise.  Katy was 50 feet up in a tree - the little bantam babies can fly over the 5 ft fence!  She came down and Momma got her back to safety.  We called Grammy and Grampy to tell them that we couldn't find MJ.  This is MJ.

Finally we heard Cockle doodle doo in the woods!  Everyone was so happy.  After he felt safe in about 10 minutes he came back down out of the trees and he was put back in the coop.

I stayed inside and barked the whole time to keep that coyote away. Nobody messes wif my chickens.  I is a hero.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Goodbye Kitteh Brudder Patch

Today we said a sad goodbye to Patch.  A couple of weeks ago he was not getting around as well as normal, his back legs were starting to splay on slippery surfaces.  At his age arthritis with some nerve damage is common and after a check up with the vet he received a steroid injection and given some time to see improvements.  Patch was more willing to move around up until last night.  He lost all control of his back feet and they were completely paralyzed.  The small amount of walking he could do was because he still had control of his hips and legs.  This morning he no longer had control of his right front paw. Vader and Rugen refused to leave his side last night and this morning. Somehow this strong boy was able to still get around (with some help last night and this morning) and didn't have a single accident- but his nerve damage moved so fast that his body just gave out on him. His hyperthyroidism most likely made the damage move faster. Although his mind was still there his spirit was breaking, we couldn't let our old boy loose his dignity and had to help him to the bridge. We will miss him so much.  Our hearts are again broken, it hasn't even been a year since we lost Ellie.
June 19, 1996 - October 25, 2012

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Bath Time - Kitteh addition

Kittehs are weird..........

Sunday, October 21, 2012

High Security - so what's your sign?

Now in my house I is suppose to be the one watching the house.  I am the dog after all.
However, I can usually be found doing this.....

The nice people at My Security Sign asked me if I would like to review a sign since they were just introducing new Guard Dog signs (who me?).  So, we took a look at the site and found one that was just perfect for our house.  The nice people at My Security Sign sent us this!
It's Vader's Sign! BOL..... BOL.
Oh I can't stop laughing, BOL BOL.......
OMG - It looks just like him.... I think he was there model for the image.. BOL....
Don't you just love it? You can get yours here.
He's so fat he even tried to hide behind the sign, not going to work there kitteh...

Now this sign isn't one of those cheesy plastic signs that "pretends" to be a real sign.  It is a real honest to goodness metal sign like your Department of Transportation would have.  They have so many different signs to choose from and lots of doggy breeds too!

Thank you very much My Security Sign and the nice Michael who worked with us.  We love the sign and I can't wait to figure out where we are going to put it up.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Momma says

Momma says I have two speeds.

and 100%

.... I has no idea what she is talking about

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Bad to the BONE Contest Winners

Well before we get started I want to thank everyone that entered and I really enjoyed seeing and hearing all your badness! We have thieves, rule breakers, Beggers, destroyers, and bullying to share with you.

Now, I present the entries in completely random order:


"PAWsonally I think this is GRRRRRREAT.... BUTT some might think it is BAD to make FUN of My DAD by Drawin a Picture of him"

Tucker: Funny and BAD, great combo.

Mom took us to the groomers one day for baths and haircuts. Then after she picked us up we went for a walkie at the X-Men estate. Mom forgot that there's lots of geese hanging around there and when she wasn't paying attention, I found a big pile of poopies and rolled in it! 

Tucker: Stinky and happy - As happy as a pig in sh*t =  happy as a Sam in Goose POOP!

Doing some painting of his own, I little on the cheek, the leg, and the tush. 

Tucker: Benny are you trying to get spots like your sister Lily, or were you just trying to help with the painting?

Up on the counter, looking for kittehs, the true meaning of counter surfing.

Tucker: Lily I see nothing wrong with this, humans don't understand you need a better view.  Now if the kitteh was on the counter that would be a problem.

As you know, I'm NEVER bad, but this is something that seemed to make a pretty strong impression on Momma. You see, I'm a dog who likes comfort. And Momma kept leaving me in my crate with nothing but a dog bed to protect me from the nasty hard ground. Can you believe that??? But then I realized that she left my crate right next to the big bed, which has all sorts of extra comforts on it, like a big stuffed comforter and pillows! So one day when Momma left me in the crate and I was about to burst out crying at the agony of lying practically on the ground, I had to take action! If you look at the top left of my picture, you can see where I was able to grab the comforter right through the bars of my crate -- even though the bed was several inches away! Momma was SO impressed, she kept saying, "I can't BELIEVE you did that!!" The comforter was a whole lot thicker than the gap in the bars, so it took a lot of pulling. But luckily pulling on the comforter also brought one of the big pillows with the sham that matched the comforter over to within reach. So I grabbed that too! Before long I had the whole comforter and pillow in my crate! I had to do a lot of rearranging to make sure the stuffing inside the comforter was distributed equally, but I live for my work! By the time Momma finally got home -- a whole hour later! -- I finally had the bedding arranged to my liking and was ready to play with her. She was so impressed with my handiwork that she pulled out her camera right away and snapped this shot of my interior design skills.
For some reason, she moved my crate away from the bed the next day. Moms are weird.

Tucker:  I am astounded by your ability to make the best of a situation and use the tools at hand to complete the job.

See, my Pops is a contractor. And sometimes Momma lets him eat his dinner in front of the tv cause she knows he's been working hard all day. I however, do not care how hard he works. And, I want a piece of his dinner.
You see here, I start out just watching him.
Then I move in a little closer.
Then I jump on him to get a quick lick of what he's eating.
Bad I tell you. Real bad. 

Tucker: What a little sneak you are, your poor Dad looks so tired he doesn't even realize you licked his food until it's too late!

Contemplating stealing a HAM, which she took some of.
She's an expert thief, here is what he Mom has to say:

When she was a pup, I had unwrapped THREE steaks for the grill and ran outside to the trash with the wrapper. When I came in the door, she was running out of the kitchen. I looked to the steaks. One on the plate... One sliding off the edge of the kitchen counter. The third??? HIDDEN UNDER her bed! She was smart enough to hide one and go steal another!!! BRAT! 

Tucker: Mabel, it is not your fault that you are smarter than your hooman, BOL.  Seriously, you have a record why would she leave food unattended around you?  I believe she wanted you to have it, that is why she left it for you.

I don't know that I feel guilty about this, but here's my couch diggin' skills! I know the momma and dad don't appreciate it nearly as much as I do, so that makes it bad, right? Well, I like holes in my couch, so I guess I like to be bad! hehehe 

Tucker: Do your feets get stuck in the couch holes?  I think this is genius, I mean hoomans won't sit on it if there is a hole.  This makes the couch all Corbin's, very smart.

You know, we is all older now and the rilly BAD stuff we did has faded from mom's memories (her memories has faded, too) and we do not want to remind her... so most recently, this be the BAD thing Sydney did - she swipied the toofpaste while mom woz brushing MY teefs and mom could not find it anywhere, BOL. 

Tucker: Sydney do you think you acted out of jealousy? I mean Shawnee steals all the blog time, and all the tooth brushing time too!  Geesh.  I thinks you were just trying to prove a point.  


Sorry for eating Spring grass and depositing it under the coffee table AGAIN!
Sorry for rolling in road-kill and unmentionables and then having a good stretch on the bed!
Sorry for stealing butter and then using your legs as a human napkin.
Sorry for the cat attack alerts in the wee small hours.
Sorry for helping in the garden but we aren’t to know which are flowers and which are weeds.
Sorry for the huge vet bill due to encounters of a close kind with the evil cat Maudikae.
Sorry for rolling in bubble gum and getting it all over the soft furnishings.
And lastly sorry for the hot water bottle, slug beer and duck incidents to name a few. 

Tucker: What?  You are sorry - nah - don't be.  I loves the hooman napkin part though I use the kittehs as napkins all the time, BOL.

I am Buddy the Dachshund Ukleja. My mom says I was caught in the act of raiding the garbage. As you can see I am trapped inside the garbage bag and had to be cut out. But I say I was FRAMED!!!! 

Tucker: I would say you were framed too, I mean how would have been able to get into the garbage can with your legs that little?   I think your Momma just misplaced the garbage bag on the floor with all the scattered wrappers versus putting them were they should go..... Um ok maybe not... Kudos on being caught in the act with pawesome badness!

Stella being a total mean bean to Rory. We think he was calling out, Muuuuuuum! 

Tucker: I think Stella is kicking your butt Rory, what a bully - picking on a big goofy Dane like that.  Oh and crying to Momma for helps, I do that too.
Rory leaves slobber everywhere. Ewwwww.

Rory after leaving slobber, pretends everything is just quite normal.

Tucker: Nobody reads the newspaper now a days anyway.  Just google it, problem solved. Might want to wash that counter before you eat off it, just in case.

This picture was taken right after I broke my leash. Yep that is right I broke my leash. See Mommy stopped off during our walk in the Butterfly Garden to water the plants and I was suppose to be sitting still in the Butterfly Chair (I was hooked to the stupid chair) well I wouldn't be still and I kept dancing around and I tilted the chair over and that scared me so I ran and that stupid chair kept following me so I ran harder and then the chair got stuck and well I didn't stop running I pulled so hard the leash broke right in two 

Tucker: Problem solved, the chair and leash are out of the picture now.  I would run for my life if a chair was chasing me too!


Silvie likes to chew stuff, she's got a sweet tooth but also is know to snack on fine linens and tissue boxes. Obviously she has perfected a technique that gets her out of trouble. It's called looking cute! 

Tucker: You like candy I see no problem with that, but stays out of the chocolate - k?  I don't understand the tissues though, are you in need of fiber? BOL.

Well that is all the contestants, what a variety of troublemakers!

The official rules say my DAD picks the winner (cause he is the disciplinarian) so we had him view all the entries and select the winner.  He had a hard time deciding... 
But he finally decided on a winner and 2 runner ups!  

First Place and Badest of the Bad.... Casey!

Tied for second place... Buddy!

and Corbin!

Dad basically said you guys need some toys so you can use your destruction on your own stuffs... BOL.

Congratulations Casey!
I will be contacting you shortly to find our which pet rescue you would like your $25 donation to go to as well as the snail mail address for your personal gift.

Also, Corbin and Buddy I will be contacting you for your snail mail address for your runner up gifts.

Thanks again to everyone that Pawticipated!