Fractured Fryday Hairy Tales ....

 

As you know, mom has been in and out and out and about taking care of some impawtant family business.  There's been suitcases, which you may recall make me VERY UNHAPPY.  Like, pee in the house to let you know how I feel about it unhappy.  But, I digress.  And, there's been some daily schedule changes. 

 

All of this changing lately has led to me having stress dreams.  Anybody else know what I am talking about?  Mom says her stress dream is that she can't find her college classroom in time for class, or goes to the wrong class on the wrong day.  Some people (ahem, Dad) might say if she'd been paying more attention when she actually was there she probably would not have this dream and also that it is very telling that she does not dream about not being able to find the party in the fraternity house. But, I digress again.

 

My stress dream is about boxes.  Unless I smell treats inside, boxes freak me out.  Especially big piles of boxes, which are the ones I tend to dream about.  It makes me think we might be moving = change = not my thing.  NOT. MY. THING.

 

 

In my dream, I try to refocus on my Nonnie's fancy special pretty box.  I swear, the box is filled with golden dog bones.  GOLDEN BONES, puppers.  Oh, I can feel my paws uncurling and my tail winding down just thinking about my Nonnie's special box.  But alas, thinking of Nonnie's box does not always end the dream. 

 

Mom says two footers can control their dreams and make the outcome better if they can find their hands or their feet.  It's a control thing.  She would know about that.  My mom is a control freak.  Oops, better erase that. 

 

Um, yeah, thanks for that advice mom but I DON'T HAVE HANDS AND FEET.  Nor am I quite the control freak that you are. 

 

So, in my continued search for the ultimate scary dream cure, I started trying to open all the boxes that showed up in my dreams. At one point I came upon a box and could just feel that this last box was going to contain my answer.  And it did.   When I opened the box , I was startled to find .... MYSELF!!!!!

 

 

 

Sure enough, the quick end to my scary box dreams is to find the box with ME in it.  Go figure!

 

Wishing you good sleep tonight puppers.  Wishing you sweet dreams!

 

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

How Rude! is all I have to say ...

 

If you will recall, my mom is from the South.  And the south is all about minding your manners.  (Why, oh why, did I have to be gotten by a Southern Woman?)  If I have heard it one time I have heard it a thousand .... always include everybody, Duncan, always include everybody.

 

So imagine how hurt my feelings were when we went out for a hike and saw this sign.

 

Rude is all I can say.

 

No puppers allowed.

 

Who does that????

 

 

Black and White Sunday

 

I am hanging out with dad today.

 

We'll destroy the evidence before Mom gets home :)

 

Thanks, Nola and Sugar, for Black & White Sunday!

 

 

Some people pay alot for shredding service.

 

Ok.  In the end I will admit it was a big bummer.

 

But it all started out pretty innocently.

 

How many times, puppers, have you seen posts here about me going all destructo on a package my finely honed present opening skills?  Many, many times, yes?

 

So how was I to know the package on the very low coffee table that looks like every other present we have proudly photographed and displayed in blog posts was not mine?

 

I mean, really.  Who is to know??

 

Sorry, Sophie. 

 

My bad.

 

The only up side here was that it was a dog toy, so in the end I WON, I WON.

 

Oops.  Did I say that out loud???

 

We are Blogville, a day late ... again ... shocker!

 

Oh, dang it puppers.  We just today saw Murphy and Stanley's blog hop from yesterday.

 

We're a day late on this but I guess you're getting used to that from us by now but my name is Duncan and I am a West Highland Terror Terrier.  I live in California almost smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles and San Diego.  My mom and my girlfriend Sophie (smooooooch!) are from Texas and mom still sometimes forgets and calls that home.   Dad likes to say  "You can take the girl out of Texas but not the Texas out of the girl."  Surf's up and giddy up all in one household.  It gets confusing sometimes, puppers.  It gets confusing!

Wordless Wednesday

A whole lot of nothing and happy about it ....

 

Normally, I am all about blaming things on my mom.

 

Bad form to bite the hand that feeds you, I know, but the old girl is just such an easy target sometimes.

 

Anywoof, this one is all on me puppers.

 

I could not for anything have gotten out of my mom's lap and onto the laptop for a post yesterday.

 

Puppy camp on Friday was packed with puppers and this time of the year they are all newbies just in while their peeps are vacationing.  This meant there were lots of puppers and pupettes that I needed to show the lay of the land.  It gets so tedious when they try and try to get the ball when the counselors are throwing it for MOI.

 

As if that was not exhausting enough, I had to be charming all weekend for my Aunt Mel.  Yes, I was duly rewarded with LOTS of loving (I even got to spend the night with her one night - HA!) but staying on my best behavior to keep that loving coming for an extended period REALLY wears me out.  Best behavior does not come easily to me.  I am all grown up now so I can admit that.

 

I am fairly rested now, so if I can get my assistant in gear we'll be all set.

 

Wish me luck with THAT puppers.  We all know how miserable her track record here is ....

 

 

Seeking shade on a sunny day ....

 

I know that I shouldn't complain since I have the good fortune to live in Southern California, one of the world's greatest vacation destinations, but contrary to popular belief, all that sunshine does have a downside.  Dear Mr. Sun, please go away and give me a break.  Just for a little while.  You're making it super hot here.  People in those hurricane prone areas need you.  How about you go hang out with them for a little while!

 

The day my "westietude" caught up with me.

Mom: Duncan, company is coming so the party is over and it's time to start cleaning.

Duncan: Huh?

Mom: Aunt Mel is coming and I need you to clean your room.

Duncan:   (Insert sassy irreverent tone here because we all know Mom hates to give me a bath) Well since we all know she is really just coming to see me, why don't we skip all the hard stuff and just clean me???

Mom:

Dang, puppers. I didn't think she'd really do it!

Wishing you a "just right" 4th of July!

 

Happy 4th of July, puppers.

Be safe, and hide under the bed when the big sparkly things that go KA-BOOM come out!!

The Big Reveal

Inquiring minds want to know!  What in the world was it that we gave dad for his birthday this year?

Well. I have this big giant dog bed in my dad's man-cave at home so that I can be comfortable while I assist him all day with the very important stuff he does when he works at home, and it needed new bedding because  they have had the same stuff on this bed since they got married ("13 years of true bliss!" according to dad) and things were starting to break around the edges so my super thoughtful dad was only thinking of me and my well being (oh, my aching back!) when he asked mom to buy new bedding for his my bed for his birthday this year.

For your viewing pleasure:

Let me tell you something .... mom went all out.  I got new pillows, a big fluffy mattress cover (ahhhhhhhhhh) , new sheets, and a new comforter.  I am so comfortable now I can hardly keep my eyes open while I am helping dad. 

Oh, and dad says he likes it too.  Or at least that tiny corner part of it that I sometimes let him nap on too.

Life is good, puppers.  Life is good.