Wow! What a way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Look at all of us! Mommy and daddy took us to the dog park and we met some new friends! That is Panda with the white head getting her head scratch. My Daddy is hold me (Zoey) by my harness, Mike is to the right of me. Our new friend Gooch is on the right of Mike, then a doggy I don't know then Sophie (Gooch's new sister.)







We went one by one.











We went two by two!
We went three by three

Here we are four by four! Sorry, but we don't know the name of the doggy in the middle. Which takes us back up to the top where we are five by five! What a great Boston Day we had.
Our new friends Gooch and Sophie have a blog. You can follow their adventures Gooch and Shophie's Page

LSU CHEERLEADERS!!! GEAUX TIGERS!!!

Well here they are ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages! Introducing your "LSU FIGHTING TIGERS" Geaux LSU!

Oh, you noticed one cheerleader is missing. Oh yes, that would be "Mike The Tiger." He is afraid of his sweater!

YARD ART

I guess Yard Art is different things to different people. Here is what Yard Art is to me. These are items placed carefully by my crew. They take the items out of their toy box and strategically place them all around the yard.......Uh Oh! Hmmmm, let me get a close up of a couple of things that should not be part of this picture.





The long black thing that is rolled up, doesn't belong out there. That is the door mat. What else do I see? Ohhhhh the 2 shoes, don't belong out there either! Uh Oh! Oh well, some one once told me that a few teeth marks in your shoes shouldn't stop you from wearing them! No one will even notice.







Here they are recovered from the yard. Now I would like to see that person who told me a few teeth marks in your shoes shouldn't stop you from wearing them walk around work in THESE!












Oh how sweet! The guilty party posing with his prey!

Brunson gets a BoBo!

My Uncle Harley was the lucky one. All he had to do to get his BoBo was to break open his Piggy Bank. I had to go to the doctor and get SHOTS! My Granny felt sorry for me and let me pick out my very own BoBo on the way home. Thank you Granny!
XOXO
Brunson

Calling all Boston Terrors.....ooops, I mean Terriers!

This is my new "Best Bud." His official name is Sir Sullivan of Mastic, but his friends call him Sully. Sully has his own hang out place on Dogster called Sully's Friendly Place Please feel free to visit Sully and join his group.

Sully also has a very cute sister named Daisy. Daisy is helping her mommy design Pup Pal Blankies! They are hand made blankies for your pups, great fit in all colors. They have Blankies with or without matching pillows. Warm for the up coming winter! You can email Daisy or Sully or their mommy for more info SuLLyAndDaisy@hotmail.com
XOXO
Mike

You might ask WHY I would post this.

Well, well, once again the little devils were hard at work. We went out to dinner and came home to a mess. Papers that used to live in this binder were all over the place. It looked like they took them out of the binder and threw them all over the place.

You are probably wondering what is sooooooo special about this binder.

Nothing much........I just use it for WORK!!!!

DON'T ASK!!!!

According to Curley, Larry and Moe, this is due to “Spontaneous Combustion.”

Boston Terrier Photo Blog

Check out Andy's Boston Terrier Photo Blog. You will see photos of the cutest Bostons in all the land!

Here is what Andy had to say about his blog. "This is a collage of photos I made from photos last weekend. My wife had just gotten out of the hospital after brain surgery. We wanted to get her out of the house and let the dogs have a little fun too. We took Bo and Bandit to some local horse and bike trails where there was a creek they could splash around in and cool off. The dogs had a great time and I think it helped lift my wife's spirits to get outside play with the dogs. I think animals can be great therapy for anyone who is sick, or maybe just having a bad day. That's why I started this Boston Terrier photo blog. Hopefully the adorable pictures can help brighten someone's day when they're down." How cool is that? Check out Andy's blog and see if you can find some Bostons you may know.

Guess who has been shopping lately??

Harley cracked open his Piggy Bank to get to his allowance money he has been saving for the past year! He wanted BoBo and his mommy said he had to buy it with his own savings!

In Memory of TBone

TBone was rescued from a shelter years ago. He was very loving and affectionate. He loved car rides and long walks. He got along with every dog and cat he came in contact with. He would come in from his morning pit stop and stomp around the kitchen until I got his bowl down. I thought this was funny. He was the best dog. I love Roscoe as well, but I had alot of years withTbone, not enough though. He left too soon. Roscoe and I will have years, I hope. Roscoe misses Tbone as we all do.
TBone crossed the Rainbow Bridge on July 18, 2006. He is sadly missed by his Mommy (Nancy), Daddy (Bill), Brother (Roscoe) and a host of family and friends.
My friend Arlene from Bostons R Us message group made a special memorial page for Tbone. Please visit Tbone's Memorial Page at http://www.geocities.com/rainbowbridgememorial/Tbone.html



Tbone on the right and Roscoe on the left.

Guilty Or Innocent? You Be The JUDGE!!!!

This is a Who Done It? You can be the JUDGE!!
Here are photos ladies and gentlemen of the jury. This innocent victim is approximately 4
months old on a 2 year contract. The victim was found helpless and open in the backyard
among dog toys.



You will notice in the first photo: Teeth marks, a blade of grass, and dried up dog spit.
In the second photo you will notice several bite wounds to the antenna, hinge, and face area of the phone.

We have three (3) suspects in captivity!!!!!!


This is Panda, she is Suspect #1. She has no past history of taking anything outside through the doggy door. No past history of any cell phone activity. She does have a history of naughty behavior like tearing up the garbage, tearing down blinds, jumping over a 4 foot fence with an E collar on, and jumping behind a washing machine to hide.


Mike is Suspect #2. He does have a criminal history of taking anything that will fit through the doggy door out in to the backyard where our victim was found, however he has no past cell phone history. Mike has of history of carrying heavy objects out the doggie door such as floor mats, the largest size FULL ketchup bottle stolen from the dining room table, and a box of carbon for the fish tank, just to name a few.

Zoey is Suspect #3. Zoey’s past activities include three (3) chewed up cell phones. One of these victims was found in the backyard. Zoey’s other victims include: a garage door opener (that is a different story), several rolls of toilet paper, any type of work related book or binder, the arm of an antique chair, and the rungs on several dinning room chairs to name a few.

My Ballot Box Is Panda Guilty or Innocent? Guilty Innocent Is Mike Guilty or Innocent? Guilty Innocent Is Zoey Guilty or Innocent? Guilty Innocent View Results

She is NO Angel!!!

Well, well, well, let’s see where do I start? Hmmmm, it seems that Panda the one mommy calls her angel she is no angel! There I said it! Mommy says that dot on Panda’s head is her halo. Ha! Halo my paw! It all started when mommy and daddy were going out to eat. Mommy kissed us all good bye, told us to be good and that the Queen Bee Panda was in charge as usual. Panda, Zoey and I decided that we would see what great adventure awaited us outside of the doggy door! We love our doggy door by the way. We didn’t hear mommy and daddy come home from dinner. Yikes! We usually meet them at the door.

First mommy went into the bedroom where she noticed an empty chewed container of fish food. Darn I wish it had the fish food in it. I could have gotten that all over the bed. Ha, ha, ha! Mommy has gotten into this sneaky habit of looking out of the bedroom window to see what is going on in the back yard. All of a sudden we hear…”the three of them are circling a baby bird like sharks in the yard!” Uh Oh! Daddy runs outside with mommy close behind him. Mommy had to notice the commotion of all the birds swarming our yard and even noticed the goofy sparrows, robins, woodpeckers and marking birds watching from our neighbor’s roof. She told daddy that we were under attack like in the movie “The Birds.” I think daddy was upset because he said he wished the woodpeckers and marking birds would peck our heads! Then daddy asked mommy who was keeping us as bay where the gloves were. Gloves??? What was he going to do to us? Whew, it was to pick up the baby bird and put him on the other side of the fence.

It was only after all of that did mommy notice a little container in the yard and looked at me. Well, I guess I should admit, it was me. I like to take things outside. Daddy noticed some yellow things on the ground and said “what is this.” Then mommy said “oh that is just little sugar birds to decorate cookies with.” They had to bring up birds again. I knew we were going to be in time out.

Daddy closed our access to the doggy door! Now I am here to say that closing the doggy door is cruel and unusual punishment! We wanted to go outside, but daddy said nooooooo. When mommy went to bed, she found the present we left for her on her side of the bed!!!!!

Today, mommy said I was in charge of protecting the birds in the yard. She said we couldn’t play with them either. Let’s see, when mommy and daddy go off, Panda is in charge of the house, when Hailey comes over Zoey is the baby sitter, and now, I have a job. I am in charge of the birds! Life is good!
XOXO
Mike

Our New Friends Pup and Daisy!

We made new friends recently. A story from Pup N Daisy's blog is below.
WARNING: Reading the following story will cause you to laugh and wet your pants!!!!

Daisy Goes On an Outing
The physical changes Daisy went through in the next few weeks were amazing. Her rotund, short-legged little body gave way to lankiness and a sleek, well proportioned physique. Her coat was as shiny as satin and her face showed remarkable good breeding and beauty (in an ugly sense, of course.) She is absolutely beautiful and she knows it. She knows just how to sit on her recliner and pose in a head-held- high, I am a proud girl kind of way. But she is really an oaf. She doesn’t run, she plods. She still runs into things at full speed and you can hear her coming from a mile away. Her legs are as long as Pup is tall and on many occasions, I have found them both standing there with Pup entirely under Daisy’s body, like a piggy back mutation of a two headed dog.

One morning, I opened my front door to get my mail and Daisy decided to dart out the door. She ran across the front porch and I followed her, hoping to grab her up before she got a chance to escape the yard. Off the porch she jumped, however, and as I held on to the old pillar on the porch to steady myself while I tried to grab her, the pillar gave way and I fell off the porch into the ground cover plants and what I would discover about 30 seconds later was a colony of ants, with the 60 year old pillar following and landing on top of me.

Since I was in my nightgown, and my hair was a mess and I looked like absolute hell, my first instinct was to look around and see if anyone had witnessed this most embarrassing of events. Feeling fairly sure that I had not been seen, I managed to stick my butt up in the air and get on all fours in a most appealing position and try to pull myself up onto the porch, all the while trying to keep an eye on Daisy, who was still cavorting around the front yard like all was right with the world. It is an understatement to say that I am not a limber person, I am far from thin and I am getting old. The combination of my body having betrayed me years ago and the fact that a colony of, of course, red ants was swarming all over me, made getting up very, very difficult. I would probably say that by the time I was on two feet instead of all fours, I was not feeling all that tickled with Daisy. I had ants crawling all over me, I felt bruised and battered and now I had to go catch Daisy. I knew I couldn’t run in the house and get dressed. By the time I had finished, Daisy could be blocks away. So I was forced to chase Daisy, who had discovered how much fun it is to run away from me, down the street, through neighbors’ yards, in my nightgown and bare feet. Keep in mind, there were leaves and ants in my disheveled hair and I was angry. I must have looked like a demented psychopath to anyone who might have looked out their window or driven by and seen me. Daisy just kept running away from me. But she had a special way of doing it. She would stop and wait for me to almost be able to reach out and grab her. She had a sadistic smile in her eyes and I would get close enough to see it…and then she would dart away again. I could have killed her. I finally decided I would never be able to catch her and I remembered my sister Pat’s advice (she is the family dog expert and dog trainer) that I should run AWAY from Daisy and she would probably follow. Running is no longer my forte, so the best I could do was to yell a few choice words (further evidence of my psychotic personality to any witnesses) at her and walk away from her. And she actually followed. If I turned and looked at her or started toward her, even one step, she would laugh and run in the opposite direction. She is no fool.

We finally made it home. I opened the door and she pranced in like she had quite the story to tell Pup, who was sniffing her and encouraging her misbehavior by cheering her on like a hero come home.I got out of my dirty nightgown and surveyed the damage. 2 skinned knees, a few ant bites, a huge bruise forming on my chest, and dirt in my right ear. Not too bad for an old chick. And Daisy, of course, was unscathed. She just thought it was a pretty fun outing. I heard her telling Pup that as I turned on the shower…

To follow Pup N Daisy's adventures, please check out their blog.
http://pupndaisy.blogspot.com/

Zoey's Job!

Whew! I had to work this past weekend! I got a job. It's a babysitter! Yep! Me Zoey the babysitter. Here I am watching Hailey making sure she doesn't get into trouble!!!

Here we are listening to instructions from Hailey's mom.

Here I am telling her secrets.

Here is Hailey letting me give her a big kiss for being so good on my watch!

What is it?

Here is Mike. Unbeknowing to him, he is part of this story.



This is Zoey. She is also a part of this story. What is Zoey looking at?

What is it?



Is it a bird?????


Is it a plane????



Is it something we can eat?????



No no no, it is just the flash light!


Mike acted like he ate it once his daddy turned off the light!!! Silly Boy!

In Memory of LUCKY

God Bless Our Pets

They say memories are golden,well, maybe that is true. I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you, a million times I cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,in death I love you still. In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane, I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same. But as God calls us one by one,the chain will link again.

Author Unknown

Lucky, crossed over the Ranibow Bridge on 5/29/06. You are truly missed.

Dead as a Doorstop!

Ok, here is the story.
Mommy went to the grocery. Before she left she said Panda was in charge and what ever Panda says we (me and Mike) should listen to, because Panda is the oldest and she is an
angel! Mommy says that dot on Panda's head is a halo! Well, Mike is kind of new; we all adopted him at the end of April. He is still learning the ropes around here. Mommy HAD this cat
that was a door stop. Panda said mommy had it even before they moved to Georgia. You see, they got me after they moved to Georgia. Any way about the cat, Mike said hey lets get that cat! I said ok, but Panda said no. We didn't listen to Panda and started playing with the cat. Well, you know how it is, one thing lead to another, and next thing we knew, the cat was dead! Guts were all over the place! When mommy came home and asked which one of us did it, Mike and I acted like we were deaf and went on about our business. Mike the little sneak went out the doggy door and left me there to try to explain it to mommy. Ok now here are the pictures. I don't think it looks THAT bad!
Love,
Zoey

You see the paw prints in the first picture. They do not belong to me. They belong to Mike!

Zoey

Oh! Mike and I are now Terror Of The Week! Check us out on our friend Miss Emma's Page.

http://www.freewebs.com/missemma1122/terroroftheweek.htm

I am 3 Today!!!!!!

Hello Every One! It is me Zoey. I am 3 today. Here I am in my Party Hat.









For every one who is jealous you don't have a Party Hat like me, I will also show you a side shot of me. I just LOVE my hat!

Panda knew this was a very special day for me and she was happy to wear her Party Hat too! Panda is the best big sister in the world. She loves me and would do any thing for me. I love you too Panda! Notice Mike is not in this picture! He is a Hat Chicken! That is right his was afraid of his Party Hat and ran!

Notice in this picture, Daddy had to hold the hat on a certain person's head!!!!! Daddy had to help Mike because he is the baby of the group.

WOW! It is time for Ice Cream! Here I am eating my Frosty Paws! I love, love, love it!

Here is Panda enjoying her Frosty Paws too!

Mike decided to have his Frosty Paws in the Living Room. He carried it in there in his mouth.

We all had a great time at my party! It was the best party in the world! Mommy and Daddy had party favors for us, but we ran away with them before mommy could take a picture.

Love,

Zoey