It's kind of a variation on one that she made for Jackson. His has 4 wheels, but this one has only 3...kind of like a tricycle with no pedals! When Mom asked Dad to design a different kind of wheels for Jackson, he did that and then he started designing all different kinds. This is the first one he made after Jackson's. We think it's pretty cool, but we would really like to sink our teeth into that needle felted Airedale. She looks very tasty. Maybe we should consult with Apache before we take a bite of her. Apache would know whether they are tasty or not!
This new wheelie cycle will go up for sale on Ebay, later today. Don't forget...if anydog wants a wheelie or non-wheelie, you can pee-mail our mom at: email@example.com . She has made lots of different kinds of doggies and kitties and she's always willing to try breeds that she hasn't done before.
It looks like she is going to be opening a new hospital for injured wheelies too. Pierre and Paco will be her first patients. They were Aire-lifted, yesterday, from New Mexico, so they should be here soon. Dr. Mom is on stand-by awaiting their arrival. We think they will be in intensive care for a while since Apache did such a good job of destructomania on them. She was trying to stop the wheelie revolt and we think she must have succeeded.
I am still ruling from my high perch on the big bed! Mom brought us each a new stuffie, today and I am guarding mine so nodog else gets it. You can't see it, but it's underneath me! Heehee! This stuffie is my favorite because he plays music when I bite him. He's a Florida Gator and I guess he plays their fight-song. I don't know, for sure, but he's really cool!
This picture is kind of dark, but it's Poppy right after she stole my gator! That is soooo not fair! We got 3 new stuffies, but we all want the one that plays music!
This is me, telling Mom on Poppy! Yes, I have to admit...I am a tattle-tale (or is it tail?). I wanted Mom to take my stuffie away from Poppy, but she told me to get it myself. No problemo! She better watch out because my teeth are just as big as hers and I will grab Mr. Gator, the next time she isn't looking.
Poppy dropped him, but I was looking at Mom instead! Don't worry, I had him in my jaws of death not long after this picture was taken!
Mom is dogtoring me for my hot spots and they are looking a little better. I'm still pretty itchy, but less than I was before. I don't make it easy for our mom to dogtor me...I run away from her when I see the spray bottle. Okay, I don't really need to SEE the bottle. I can tell Mom is coming after me when I see one hand behind her back. Who does she think she's trying to fool?
Well, everybuddy, it's about time for our lunchtime O.S. That means "outside". We use a lot of initials, in this house, and I'm still trying to figure out what most of them mean. BB's means Big Baths, BH's means Big Haircuts and BBP's means Big Butt Pushin's (aka expressing of anal glands) and we rally HATE that one! Fortunately, the BBP's only happen when we get groomed so we don't have to worry about it at home!
See you all next time!
Patches (and Penny & Poppy, the stuffie thief too)