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Sunday, March 30, 2008


We have been tagged by Maggie & Mitch!


The rules:


1. Think about what it is that you want more than anything, what is your heart's desire and fondest wish, and what it is that you would wish for if you were to see the above wishing star flame across the sky.

2. Right click and save the blank graphic above.

3. Use a graphics program of your choice and place your wish on the picture.

4. Post the Make a Wish Meme and your wishing star on your blog along with these rules.

5. Tag as many people as you like so that there can be wishing stars all across the Blogosphere and ask them to please link back to Linda at http://pbjcats.blogspot.com/ so that we can see what wishes others have made and share those wishes with others.

Okay, our mom has worked on this for a long time and she just can't figure out how to put the graphics on the picture! So...here's our wish: We wish all dogs and other pets would live as long as their people do and never, ever get sick or too old to enjoy life!
We are going to tag Ezzy and Jag and Willow the black 'Dale and Eric the WFT.
Aire-hugs,
Poppy & Penny

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Tiger wants to go outside!







Hello to all our furry and not-so furry friends! We were having a great day, today, until it started to rain. Mom was trimming the ivy out by the lattice wall that hides the trash barrel and we were snoopervising. We barked everytime someone walked down the street to let Mom know she might be in danger! You never know what kind of crazies might be walking around. We thought she'd want to know!
Remember all the mud we had on our deck a few days ago? Well, most of it is gone now. Yep, our mom couldn't take it any longer so she cleaned it up. Since the deck is on the back of the house, she figured she could wash it without being caught by the water police! We are on very tight water restrictions, here in Georgia, and Mom doesn't want to have to pay a huge fine or go to jail! We aren't allowed to wash cars, water grass or wash houses or driveways. Mom gets very upset because it's okay if she hires someone else to wash the house or the driveway, but she can't do it herself. Somehow that seems unfair since whoever she hires will be using OUR water! What the heck difference does it make whether we use our OWN water or if someone else does. Mom thinks she has that problem solved...she works for a painting contractor, so the next time she wants to wash the driveway, she is going to put one of his signs in the front yard so the water police will leave her alone!
See my buddy, Tiger? Well, for some reason that I can't explain, he keeps trying to go outside! In the last couple of days, Mom and Dad have found him just inside the back door several times! He keeps inching closer to the door, but hasn't quite made it to the back yard, yet! I think he just wants some fresh air! Maybe he needs to pottie! Or maybe, he's trying to escape from me humping him so often! Mom brought him back into the living room and took his picture to show me where he really belongs. I get the picture, Mom, but Tiger keeps telling me to take him outside! At least, once he finally makes it out there, if he gets dirty, it will blend right in with most of his coloring! He's just about the same color as our red Georgia clay!
Well, everybody, now that it's raining outside, we are going to go have a nap until it's time for us to eat.
Aire-hugs,
Poppy & Penny

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Wheelie Wednesday!







Hi everyone! It's me, PorkChop! I used to be called Pockets2, but my name got changed when we had the REAL Pockets2! Since it's Wheelie Wednesday, I get to do my very first post. Woohoo!
I came to live here, in Airedale Heaven, right before Christmas! My mom rescued me from a kennel in Holland that is a division of that Ebay place. At the last minute, my dad was in a bidding war with someone else, but he knew how badly Mom wanted to adopt me, so he put in a ridiculously high bid and he won! He told me that Mom was a nervous wreck until the mailman finally delivered me in my crate!
I really like living here with Poppy and Penny! Since I live behind the glass door in the china cabinet, they can't play bitey-face with me, but that's okay. I get to snicker at them when they get in trouble for barking and when they get their teefies brushed every morning. I really think it's funny when they have to get their feets cleaned or have a b-a-t-h! I was born some time between 1935 and 1943 and I have NEVER had a bath or teef brushing! I think I live a pretty good life! I even have company in the china cabinet! Peaches the Airedale lives in there with me as well as a wheelie Airedale that Mom made and some other Airedale that Mom bought right before she started needle felting. They don't know it, but we play games at night when everyone else is sleeping! We always return to our respective places before everyone gets up in the morning so they don't know what kind of mischief we've been up to!
Wow, that was fun to do my first post! I hope I get to do it again next Wheelie Wednesday!
Aire-hugs and wheelies,
PorkChop the wheelie Airedale

Monday, March 24, 2008

Penny's Airecut...Mud, Mud and MORE Mud!










Hello to all of our furry and not-so-furry friends! As most of you know, it is very difficult to get a good picture of Penny because of her fear of the camera! Well, yesterday, Mom managed to get a picture of her out in the yard and as soon as she heard the camera, she high-tailed it for the steps to come inside. Mom got a good one of her on her way up the steps! The one outside is a little far away, but maybe you can see her new Airecut in the one at the top of the steps. Aunt Wendy gave me (Poppy) an Airecut about 3 weeks ago, but it is starting to grow out now. We are both nice and cool, now and Mom thinks we even run faster!
Mom got a couple pictures of me, Poppy out on our deck. See all that mud on the floor? We have an old towel at the top of the steps to catch most of the mud, but we still manage to deposit a lot of it onto the floor. Mom washes it off and it comes right back again...like magic! The next time Mom stains the deck floor, she is going to use a red Georgia clay color! Maybe that will make it less noticeable. See those tiny white spots on the floor mat? Looks like snow, doesn't it? Well, it isn't. It's Bradford Pear blossoms! Our neighbor has 3 of them right on our property line and when the wind blows, a lot of blossoms end up on our deck. They're bootiful trees, but they sure do make a mess. In the spring, we have blossoms all over the place and in the fall, they lose like a gazillion leaves that only seem to fall in OUR yard and not his! We don't like it because Mom has to go outside and rake HIS leaves instead of spending time with us! So not fair!
Some of you have asked about the tiny lights behind my head in the picture on our last post. Well, those are our "runway" lights. They are actually a string of white Christmas rope lights that Mom and Dad have installed so they can see us when we are napping in the walkway that goes through the living room to all the bedrooms and the office. It's our favorite place to nap and our parents got tired of tripping over us when they walk through the house early in the morning before it gets light outside. The lights are on a timer, so they come on about 4:30 in the morning and they go off about 7:30 a.m. when it gets light outside. Mom and Dad had tried many kinds of lights before they finally installed the rope light. None of them seemed to work quite as well as these! Penny likes to lay cross-ways, blocking the entire walkway, so the lights have saved Mom and Dad many times!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy & Penny

Friday, March 21, 2008

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate it! And Happy Spring to those of you who don't! We are soooo glad Spring is finally here! Of course, this morning, you wouldn't know it's spring...it's only about 30 degrees, here! It will warm up later, though and Penny and I will play outside. Our fence is finally finished and there are no men in our back yard for us to bark at. Now, we just have to concentrate on the evil squirrels! We have one, right now, that is determined to get the Woodpecker cakes that Mom puts out. He has tried dropping down from a tree branch to get it and sometimes he goes at it from the ground. Even the squirrel baffle isn't stopping him. The squirrel feeder is full and that usually keeps the little evil critters from going after the bird seed and cakes. Well, not this time! You see, Mom mixed some dog food, that we didn't like, in with the sunflower seeds and obviously, the squirrels don't like it either! They are even eating the blossoms off our Saucer Magnolia tree! Mom scares them away when she sees them, but she can't sit in front of the window all day, so they are having quite a feast when she isn't around!

Mom knows that we are getting back to normal, now that Pockets is safely back with Airedale Rescue. She can tell because I, Poppy have started my shopping activities again. Last night, Mom got up from her chair to do something and when she came back, I had taken all her stuff off the end table and distributed it all around the living room floor. Those marshmallow egg wrappers were yummy, but I just licked them...I didn't swallow any! Whenever Mom says, "I've been shopped", it triggers Penny and me to do zoomies. We don't know why...it just does! We had a blast chasing each other around the couch and the coffee table until Penny got in trouble for barking at me. Today, we're planning to t-bone each other, out in the yard, so Mom can only guess which one of us will be limping before the day is over. Right now, we are going to take a nap so we can be all rested up for our play session out in the nice warm sunshine!



Aire-hugs,
Poppy & Penny

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Penny's flashback


Hi everydog, kittie, hammie and hooman! It's me, Penny! The guys finally showed up, yesterday morning, to build our fence. First they had to have a conference to decide how to build it.



And then, they put up some wooden posts and some steel posts and attached the fence. All of this gave me a flashback to my puppyhood. You see, I lived inside a fenced area for the first year of my life. I was a hunting dog and my main prey were bears and wild hogs.

I had my teefies on a hog, once, but when the guns fired to bring down a hog or a bear, I was terrified! I guess that's why I'm still afraid of thunder! I just don't like loud noises! Since I wasn't a very good gun dog, my breeder decided to sell me. That fence also reminded me of when my mom and dad came to pick me out of my litter. I pranced around inside of the fence and tried to look as cute as I could. I kept saying, "Pick ME". They finally did pick ME because I was so cute and I have a white blaze on my chest just like the original Pockets! I was soooooo happy! That was the day my life changed forever. All my brothers and sisters are still hunting bears and hogs, while I live in a nice house where I get all the treats I want and when it's hot outside, my house is nice and cool and when it's cold outside, I am nice and warm. I get petted a million times a day and I get lots of food and water whenever I want it! So, you see, I was also the SMARTEST dog in my litter! By acting like I was afraid of guns, I get to live the good life! I'm pretty sure all my litter mates would be jealous! Oh, yeah, and I also never saw a dog toy for the first year of my life. Now I have way too many (according to Mom) and I like the squeaky ones best! I have to share them with Poppy, but that's okay since she is such a good sister!

The guys only got the fence about 3/4 of the way done, yesterday. They will be back today if it doesn't rain or tomorrow if it does. Then we will be all ready for our new Aire-sister when Airedale Rescue finds her for us! We can't wait!

Aire-hugs,

Penny (and Poppy)

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Mom & Dad are doing better & we have resumed our zoomies!


Hello to all of our furry and not-so-furry friends! It's me, Poppy. Our lives are finally starting to get back to normal. Penny isn't peeing on the rug in front of the back door anymore. My eyes are not bloodshot anymore, but my third eye-lids are still a little swollen. Dad's hand is healing very well and Mom is a lot less sore from all the falling down and bruises! Penny and I have even resumed our nightly zoomies around the couch. Every evening, around 6 p.m., Mom gives us some treats and as soon as we are done, we chase each other around the couch and coffee table in the living room. There are lots of play bows and barks! Penny is the one doing most of the barking. I guess she thinks that helps her chase me! Our zoomies are letting Mom know that things are getting back to normal since we didn't do it quite the same way when Captain High Pockets was here.
Mom heard, from the Airedale Rescue people, that Pockets is settling in very well with his foster family. He has two large Aire-boys to play with and a large fenced back yard so he can run as much as he wants! Mom saw how well he behaves for his foster father so she isn't so worried about him anymore.
Our fence is finally going up in our back yard today! We don't really need it right now, but Mom and Dad want to have peace of mind when Airedale Rescue finds our new Aire-sister for us! Now that Penny and I are rested up, we can't wait until she gets here. We are planning lots of zoomies and bitey face with her! If we like her really well, we might even share the Wubba that Scruffy, Lacie and BabyStan sent. Mom didn't send it with Pockets because he had already exposed the tennis ball in one end and she was afraid he would hurt himself if he wasn't snoopervised while playing with it. We have inherited it and we are taking turns wearing out the squeaker in the big end. Penny just looooooves it and I have a hard time getting it away from her, but sometimes, she lets me have it just because she knows I am the alpha and could take it away any time I want! She's such a good sister!
We have to go take a nap now, so we can be ready to snoopervise the guys who will be putting up the fence.
Aire-hugs,
Poppy & Penny

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Captain High Pockets!


Hi everyone. Our mom is hijacking our blog today because she has something very important to tell you all.


Mom here: It has taken me two days to be able to do this post. On Thursday night, I made the VERY difficult decision to send Pockets back to a foster home in Airedale Rescue. I dropped him off there, this morning.


Everyone who reads our blog knows about the problems we had been having with Pockets. Well, on Thursday afternoon, I was on the phone and Pockets decided to chew on the cord. I didn't have enough hands to stop him so I asked my husband for help. When he tried to get the cord out of Pockets' mouth, Pockets growled and bit my husband on the top of the hand. It is a cut that is about 1 1/2 inch by 1 inch. It laid back a flap of skin and bled profusely. Once we had washed and bandaged his hand, I went into a room by myself for about 3 hours to do some serious thinking and soul-searching. At the end of the 3 hours, I came to the conclusion that it isn't fair to my husband, Poppy or Penny to continue trying to turn Pockets into the great dog that I know he will be. He is just too big, too strong and too young for us to handle. At about 6:30 that evening, I called Airedale Rescue and made them aware of my decision. They agreed with me, completely, and made the arrangements for me to take him back to his former foster home. This has been one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make, but it is best for everyone, including Pockets. He needs a very strong hand to guide him out of puppyhood and at this stage in our lives, we just aren't capable of being that strong hand. As most of you know, I have fallen down twice in the past week and my body hasn't had a chance to heal because I have been constantly wrestling with a dog that is about 35 inches tall and weighs over 68 pounds. When I was younger, this wouldn't have been a problem, but I am not a spring chicken anymore! My husband has severe Osteo-arthritis and he is always in pain so the strain of fighting that large of a dog has taken it's toll on him, too.


We are waiting for Airedale Rescue to find us a female that is smaller, a little older and more settled. I guess we are just too old to wrestle with a puppy! That will also be better for my two Aire-girls. Penny just turned 9 and she was getting her legs bitten and Poppy is almost 8 and she has ended up with 2 bloodshot and swollen eyes. I think a smaller Airedale will fit in better with both of them. They still like to play, but they also like to nap a lot and that wasn't possible with Pockets chasing them almost constantly. Since I got home from taking Pockets back, my two girls have stuck to me like glue and they keep putting their heads on my legs. I think they are thanking me for making their lives more comfortable. I also think that maybe God was trying to tell me that he wasn't the right dog for us, but I wasn't listening. I finally got the message when he bit my husband's hand. My husband has an artificial knee and any infection could go right to the knee and cause horrible problems so I am glad I finally realized what I had to do before things got any worse. We have asked Airedale Rescue not to label Pockets as a "biter" because in all fairness, he was cornered and his only choice was fight instead of flight.


I believe we tried as much as humanly possible to settle Pockets down, but we just couldn't do it. After two days of tears and feeling guilty, I now realize that I did the right thing for all of us. I hope all of you, that read our blog, will understand.


In a couple days, when we have all settled back down, the girls will go back to blogging as usual.


Aire-hugs to all of you!


Poppy & Penny's Mom


Thursday, March 13, 2008

Pockets got a package from Scruffy, Lacie & BabyStan!






Hello to all our furry and not-so-furry friends! I, Pockets got a package in the mail, yesterday. It is from Scruffy, Lacie, BabyStan and their Mumsie! I was so excited that I could hardly wait to open it! There are no pictures of me opening it because evil Mom opened it for me. She said something about there being something in there that she didn't want me to destroy. Me? Would I do that? Ok, so maybe she was right! They sent me a package of natural dog treats that are peanut butter and molasses flavor. They are yummy! Too bad I had to share with those 2 girl-dogs! I also got some square rawhides and some rawhide bones! Yum! My very favorite thing was an Extra Large Kong Wubba! I just looooove it! I love it so much that after about an hour of wrapping my large 'dale teeth around it, I actually uncovered the tennis ball on the small end! Before I did that, though, I drove Dad crazy with the squeaker! He kept saying that I was going to break something because I was slinging it all over the place! He finally put me in my crate so I could enjoy it in peace without putting out any windows or anything!

It was soooooo fun! While I had my evening training session, Mom threw the Wubba into the living room so Penny and Poppy could play with it. Well, that didn't work out so well...with all the squeaking they were doing, I couldn't stay focused on my training. Mom won't try THAT again! Right now, my Wubba is resting on top of the 'fridge because I will have to be snoopervised when I play with it, now, due to the exposed tennis ball! So not fair!!!!!

Hi everydog! It's me, Poppy. My eyes are a little better this morning, but they are still pretty bloodshot. Mom keeps wiping them with distilled water and sterile saline. That sure feels good! Mom and Dad are trying to keep the big fuzzy boy away from me, but sometimes I just have to get right in his face! How else am I going to show him what he did to me and tell him not to do it again? He's such a big doofus that I'm not sure he's getting the picture. Every time he sees me, he wants to play bitey-face! When my eyes get better, Mom says we can play while being snoopervised. I guess that's better than no bitey-face at all!

Hi everyone! It's me, Penny! I am really enjoying my new senior dog food and having Mom and Dad keep the big furry beast from biting my back legs! I like to chase him, but I am not too excited about the leggie biting thing! I wanted to let everyone know that the three wheelies you saw in a previous post are on their way to Scruffy, Lacie and BabyStan's house. They will be transported as soon as Mom gets their adoption certificate and crate ready for them. We are hoping they arrive before Opal's wheelie pawty! They wouldn't want to miss out on that!

Poppy and I are going to have a nap now until Stacey gets here. Once she arrives, we have to have a major playing session with her. Also, she has to meet Captain High Pockets and we are sure he will have to join in the play session, too. Oh, yeah, Mom wanted us to tell you that she did NOT fall down yesterday (or so far, today)! She is getting slightly less sore in her muscles, but fuzzy boy bit her hand, this morning and caused her to smack her forehead into the back of a chair. So...the abuse continues! We sure hope he grow up fast!

Aire-hugs,

Poppy, Penny & Pockets

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Poppy's eyes...and Mom fell down AGAIN!



Hi everydog, kitty, hammie and hooman! It's me, Poppy! I seem to have a problem with my eyes. Last night, Mom noticed that my left eye was bloodshot. She freaked out, as usual, and thought I was having a brain hemmorage or something. The vet said to wash it out with distilled water and watch it. Well, by the time we went to bed, the other eye was the same way. I just laid in my bed and wouldn't move. Mom kept checking to make sure I was breathing. After a loooooong time, she finally went to sleep. When we got up, this morning, both eyes look a tiny bit better, but Mom is still freaking! She did a Google search for bloodshot eyes in dogs. She found out that it can be caused by allergies to food or dust and it can also be caused by trauma to the head or eyes. Well, in the last couple of days, Pockets and I have been playing lots of bitey-face and Mom actually saw Pockets bite me in the left eye. I didn't act like it hurt, but he got in trouble anyway. We are in the process of having our food changed to Iam's Lamb Meal and Rice so maybe I am allergic to it. Mom told Dad, this morning, not to give me anymore. That's good because I don't like it anyway! Neither do Penny and Pockets. Now, they are putting Penny on a Senior food because of her drinking and peeing situation and Pockets and I will get our old food until they can find something better. We don't know if it is the food or maybe because the big doofus keeps bashing my head into the coffee table when we do zoomies in the living room. If my eyes aren't better by the time Mom comes home from work, today, I am going to see Dr. Hardee!
Yesterday, Mom and Dad took Pockets to the vet for a check-up. Everything was going well until they were ready to leave. Dad put Pockets into the back of the Aire-mobile and walked around to get into the passenger side. Mom realized that Pockets would be in the front seat by the time the front doors were opened, so she hurried to the driver's side door to keep him from getting up there. Well, in her big hurry, she tripped over one of those concrete barriers that keep you from hitting the curb. She flattened herself on the ground and now, she has asphalt burns on her hands and her left knee kind of looks like hamburger! All the people from the vet's office came out to see if she was okay. After making sure she didn't have any broken bones, they got her up off the ground and opened the driver's door for her to get in. That's when Pockets escaped! Fortunately, one of the nurses grabbed his big fuzzy butt and put him back into the Aire-mobile! So...now that Mom has hit the deck twice in the same week, her entire body is hurting. She even has a headache and we can't figure out why because her head is the only part of her body that hasn't hit the ground recently! Oh, yeah...and she did all that damage to her body without ripping her jeans! That must be some really tough denim! Dad had to drive Mom home since she was so shook up. Dad almost never drives because he can't turn his head very easily! Many years ago, he had a Titanium cage put in his upper spine and it keeps him from turning his head very well. After they brought Pockets home, Dad even drove to do their errands so we know Mom was really hurting.
Pockets has been having training sessions with a prong collar and last night, he was so bad that Mom gave up and put him in his crate. He kept biting her and wouldn't do any of the commands! Since she hurt so badly, she couldn't give him the corrections properly so she had to give up. This morning, she tried again and he did pretty well except the big doofus kept trying to shop everything he saw instead of heeling like he was supposed to. He did do the sit every time he was told! Maybe there's hope for the big fuzzy maniac after all!
There will be no bitey-face today since I have the eye problem. We have a permanently installed baby gate between the living room and the kitchen. The big fuzzy boy will be in the kitchen and Penny and I will have the rest of the house to relax in. I'm sure Penny will be glad, too, since she is probably tired of having her legs bit every few minutes!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny & Pockets

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Hot Sauce, Mud and Even More Bitey-face








Hi everydog, kitty, hammie and hooman! Our wild brother, Pockets, is now sporting about a 6 foot long rope so Mom and Dad can step on it and catch the crazy critter when he refuses to come. Since he has already shortened his rope from the 8 feet he started with, it has now been soaked in hot sauce. That stops him from chewing it for several hours, but then, it has to have more put on it. He either decides that he likes to have a really hot tongue or the stuff wears off. If you click on the second picture, you can see the wild-eyed look he gets when he gets a taste of the hot sauce. Sorry it's so dark!

I, Poppy am still limping and the big boy is to blame. He t-bones me and knocks me off balance. My petite 46 pounds are no match for his 65+ pounds and his 34 inch height. I have sunk my teefies into him more than once, but he just comes back for more! When he went for a bath, on Saturday, Penny and I thought he had finally left for good. No such luck, he came back home a few hours later. *Sigh*! He IS fun to play with when we feel like it! We just wish he would settle down a little!

Yesterday, Aunt Wendy came over to give Pockets his first real training session. He attacked and jumped all over her when she came through the door so Mom grabbed him by the collar and tried to get him settled down. That was a big mistake! Mom ended up being slammed to the wooden floor in the kitchen and now she is hurting all over! Beastie boy grabbed a packet of Kleenex from Aunt Wendy and she had to pry it out of his jaws of death. Funny thing though...once he got his prong collar on, he was the perfect boy! He walked nicely, sat on command and paid no attention to stuff when told to "leave it". They even took the big doofus for a walk around the neighborhood and he was really good. However, as soon as Aunt Wendy went home to Ezzy and Jagger, the wild boy was back! He ran through the living room and knocked over a lamp and almost knocked over an end table with a glass top! Mom was able to grab the end table before it hit the floor! He had to go in his crate after that little escapade so Penny and I sat outside his crate and snickered at him!

See that patch of mud? If you click on it, you can see large 'dale toenail marks in it! That is from when Pockets kicks his back legs every time he does poopies. Mom calls them "burn outs". He does it EVERY time he finishes his poopies. The really bad thing is that he brings the mud inside under his toenails and even worse...he kicks the poopies about 6 feet behind himself so some of that comes in too! We sure are glad Penny and I don't do that! Mom doesn't even want to think about what it would be like with all 3 of us dragging mud and poopies into the house!

We should have the fence up by Wednesday or Thursday so beastie boy will be able to run off some of his energy. Maybe, then, he will be nicer and a little more gentle with the bitey-face stuff. We like playing bitey-face with him, but he's just a little too rough! Right now, he's in his crate again because he was trying to eat the computer cords under Mom's desk! We aren't sure, but we think he might be "possessed"! Of course, Mom thought Penny and I were, too, when we first came to live here, but we finally outgrew it! I wonder how long it is going take for the wild child to outgrow it! And we wonder if Mom and Dad will live through it!

Aire-hugs,

Poppy, Penny and Pockets (the burn-out kid!)

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Bitey-face and pinestraw.




Hello to all our furry and not-so-furry friends! See that pile of pinestraw at the back of our woods? Well it is 6 feet high and about 150 feet long and that's what Pockets jumped over on the way to his great escape! We haven't had anymore escapes, but he is driving Penny and me crazy. He chases Penny and bites her tail and he is constantly biting my face and legs. I am limping and Penny is just plain worn out! Yesterday, he grabbed a grapefruit off the counter and played with it like a ball. Mom was afraid he was going to puncture it and put juice EVERYWHERE! Fortunately, he turned it into juice, but he never broke through the skin! We, now have mouse traps on the window seat, in the kitchen to keep him out of the window where the plants are. He tripped one of the traps and hasn't been near the window again. We think we should mouse trap the whole house! Maybe Mom could glue one to the top of my head and Penny's tail. He wants to play bitey-face with me constantly and I only want to play when I feel like it! I keep growling at him, barking and showing him my large teefies, but he comes right back at me. Mom has been putting him in "time out" a LOT!
Yesterday, the wild boy decided that he is no longer going to mind Mom. He won't come when she calls him and runs from her instead. Today, he is wearing a rope around the house so Mom can step on it when he won't come. He is going in for a much needed bath, this morning, and while he is gone, Penny and I will be taking BIG, BIG nap! There is a man coming, this afternoon to get measurements and see what kind of materials he needs to put up a fence in front of that pile of pinestraw. Thank Dogness! Once the fence is in, Pockets can run like a mad fool and burn off some of that energy! Then, maybe he will leave Penny and me alone for awhile.
Stay tuned for more great adventures!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny and Pockets (the wild child!)

Thursday, March 6, 2008

The Great Escape.....




Hi everydog, kittie, hammie and hooman! It's me...Captain High Pockets! I get to do my very first post, today, even though I have been a very naughty boy. I have lived here in Airedale Heaven for not quite 4 whole days and I have created all kinds of mayhem! I have lifted my leg on a bag of trash, a trash can and a plant...so we are at 3 and counting! I went to the basement with Mom so she could pack one of Dad's ink pad caddies for shipping. Under her packing table, she has this ginormous bin of packing peanuts that are made of corn starch. They looked soooo delicious that I just had to grab a mouthful! In hindsite, I think that may have been a mistake. They start to melt on contact with water so I had a large 'dale mouth full of slime! Later that day, Dad was priming some boards and I stuck my fuzzy head right on them and ended up with paint on my ear and my muzzle. Later still, on the same day, I disappeared and Mom found me standing in the middle of the big bed with a Longaberger basket in my mouth and a tube of Mentholatum on the bed. Fortunately for her, she caught me before I had a chance to destroy either one.
On Tuesday, my second full day here, I started out the day by getting up into the window seat in the kitchen where Mom stores plants in the winter. The first three times I got up there, I was caught and made to get down without disturbing any plants. The fourth time I got up there, I knocked over a large cactus and dirt went EVERYWHERE. Mom got out the Dust Buster to clean it up and I attacked it. I just didn't like the noise it made so I thought I should kill it! At that point, Mom put me in my crate so she could have a "time out".
Here's the worst thing I have done since I've been here! On Tuesday afternoon, it rained really hard and as soon as it quit raining, Mom let us go outside to do our business. I was mesmerized by all the water so I splashed around in all the puddles and then I did a tuck butt run to the back of our yard. I sailed right over a pile of pinestraw that is about 5 feet high. I refused to come back when Mom and Dad called me. I set out for parts unknown and was having a really great time sniffing out all the great smells! Mom jumped into her Tahoe and took of through the subdivision looking for me and squeaking my favorite toy. I could hear it, but I was just having too much fun! She went over to the school that is behind our house and she couldn't see me. She came back into our subdivision while driving with the passenger side window down and squeaking the toy while looking for me. She turned around in our driveway and started back out of the subdivision and she finally spotted me in a backyard about 6 houses away from ours. I was just grazing and inspecting their retaining wall when Mom jumped out of her Tahoe and called me with my squeaky toy. I thought she wanted to play, so I turned around to run, but changed my mind when she squatted down on the ground. I got close enough that she grabbed me by the collar and herded me into the back of the Tahoe. Damn! I was having such an excellent adventure and all of a sudden, it came to an end. Now, I have to go outside on a leash until someone comes out here to put a fence in front of that pile of pinestraw. It's no fun at all, but I have already shortened Mom and Dad's lives by a few years and sent their blood pressure soaring, so I guess I will have to put up with the rope for a few days.
I have been into many more things that don't belong to me, but my personal secretary doesn't have all day to type what I am barking. I will have to tell you the rest later. Besides, I am not done wreaking havoc! There WILL be more!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny & Pockets (the escape artist!)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The challenge from Maggie and Mitch.









Hi everybody! We have been challenged by Maggie and Mitch to blog about something our parents made. The only things WE make are messes! Our mom does needle felting and in case you aren't familiar with it, it is an ancient art, but Mom just discovered it a little over a year ago. You start out with a pile of washed wool or any other natural fiber and you jab it with very sharp barbed needles until you form it into whatever you want. The picture on the bottom is Harley the Cane Corso Italian Mastiff that is going to live next door to Opal and her keeper. The picture on the top is of an Airedale, a Wire Fox Terrier and a Lakeland Terrier or Welsh Terrier. They aren't sold yet. All of them are on wheels since that seems to be so popular right now. Mom sells most of her felties on Ebay, but she has also done a lot of them by commission. In 2007, she sold 100 of them!
Now, for Dad's contribution: He is retired and likes to do all kinds of woodworking. These two pictures are ink pad caddies that people use for scrapbooking and Stampin Up as well as any other crafts that require ink pads. He also makes ribbon racks, ink bottle holders, crafting trays and just about anything else for storing crafting supplies. Not too long ago, he made a rack for a lady to store all her crafting stuff and it was 50 inches tall, about 36 inches wide and 14 inches deep. It was so big that we had to ship it by UPS. Dad also sells most of his creations on Ebay, but he also takes custom orders.
Now, we have to tag 6 other bloggers to show us their handmade stuff! We tag Harry and Cassidy, Lola and the dogs of Jackman Ave., Turbo the Siberian Husky, Bruno the Airedale, Bogart the Airedale and the Thuglets.
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny & Pockets

Monday, March 3, 2008

He's FINALLY here!







Hi everydog, kitty, hammie and hooman! Our new little brother is HERE! Our mom and Aunt Wendy went and got him, yesterday, from some place called Marietta. He had been transported by Airedale Rescue, yesterday, from South Carolina. He came to us with the name of Mick, but as you know, all our names need to start with a P. Mom wanted to call him Peetie like the dog that used to be on the Little Rascals, but Aunt Wendy didn't like that name. Aunt Wendy like the name Piper, but our dad kept calling him Pepper. Finally, last night, Mom made a decision and Dad agreed. His name is Captain High Pockets and we will call him Pockets. This is a tribute to Mom and Dad's very first Airedale who was named Pockets and it is also a reference to his height. He is WAY taller than either of us! His nose is at the perfect height for counter surfing and so far, he is doing a FINE job of it!
I, Poppy had a really big day, yesterday! First, Ezzy Rider came to visit and then Aunt Wendy gave me a much needed Aire-cut and a b-a-t-h! I wasn't too excited about either the Aire-cut or the bath, but I was a good girl anyway. Ezzy Rider stayed here with us while Mom and Aunt Wendy went to get Pockets. He fell asleep on Dad's lap and played with both of us. We were having a pawsome time until they came back with that giant baby brother for us. We welcomed him into our territory, but we remained somewhat cautious since he is so much bigger than we are and he sure is wiggly! He eats a ton and drinks water by the gallons! We think he is going to turn out to be a perfect Aire-boy, but right now, he is driving us crazy! He has played with almost every toy we own and he's had his big Aire-lips on practically everything in our house. Mom and Dad had forgotten how it is when you have to watch somedog constantly! It's coming back to them very quickly, though!
Pockets has the most bootiful eyes...they almost look like human eyes! If you click on the pictures of him, you can see his eyes up close. Also, he hasn't had his tail docked like we have so it is a lethal weapon. A lot of our European Aire-buddies have long tails like that since it is illegal to dock Airedale's tails anymore, over there. Some people think we should have it docked, but the jury is still out on that! We will make that decision later. I, Poppy had my tail docked one joint too long and, at first, Mom wanted to have it fixed, but it became part of my personality and they never had it done. We will have to see if Pockets' long tail causes any trouble before the decision is made.
Until next time...
Aire-hugs,
Poppy & Penny (the confused Aire-girls) & Pockets (the wild child!)