Wednesday, 28 December 2011

He came....hurray!!

Well, Christmas Eve was a very long day.  I waited and waited for Santa to come.  I sat out in the pool room and looked out of the windows to see his sleigh come flying over.

But nothing.....I even searched the yard.....but nothing.  Mum said we had to go to sleep and in the morning there might be surprises.  And she was right......again.

He came in the night when Heidi and I were asleep because in the morning when all our visitors came over to unwrap the presents, there were presents for us too.  We helped with the unwrapping because we are very good at paper tearing and we found wonderful things.  There were yummy things like pigs'ears and liver treats and a puller thing and some rawhide chews.

And for me......the biggest, most humungous chewy thing ever!  I took it out into the garage to munch on but it was so big I couldn't finish it and I had to hide it under the palm trees outside.  That was a bit of a problem because it kept getting stuck in the doggie door but eventually I got it out.   Heidi got a smaller chewy thing and she wouldn't share it with me.  Pfft! 
Mark put Heidi's chewy thing up on top of the spa so I couldn't get it.
Ha!  I just jumped up there and I was just about to sneak it out to the palm tree
when I was spotted.  Rats!!!  Got in trouble on Christmas Day....oh well.
I still have my big, huge, enormous chewy thing and I love Christmas.

Friday, 23 December 2011

Merry Christmas

It is Christmas Eve and our Christmas tree is still standing and all the presents under it are still in tact. 
How good is that????  Did we listen to the rules or what!!!!  We are soooo well behaved.
Mum says  that tonight Santa will come to visit everyone who has been good this year and so I am expecting him to visit our place.
Does one bark at Santa or does one just let him in?  'Tis a puzzlement.  I am thinking that he should just be let in, since he is going to be bringing goodies. According to Mum, if one is awake, he won't come at all so I mightn't even know when he sneaks in.
Heidi and I have spotted a present sitting on top of the refrigerator.  What on earth it is doing up there we don't know but it has a definite smell of pig's ears about it.  Mum says we have to wait for tomorrow when everyone is here for the present opening. 
I love opening the presents.  That is my job.  People pass me the parcels and I rip the paper off.  Grrrreat fun and afterwards there is a whole mountain of pretty paper to jump into and have a good roll. 
I love Christmas.
Merry Christmas everyone.  I am going to go off to sleep to wait for Santa,

Monday, 19 December 2011

Doctor Sandra says....

So, today mum took Heidi, my brave tiger fighting sister, to see Dr. Sandra. Mum said she wasn't happy with Heidi's war wound and she wanted Dr. Sandra to look at it and it was time for Heidi's annual check up anyway.
I had to stay at home and guard everything all by myself while they were gone.
Doctor Sandra said Heidi had been very brave to go into the bushes when such fierce beasties were out and about but she also said that she had been a very lucky dog because, not only did she have a nasty wound in her front leg but also a wee tiny scratch near the corner of her right eye. So it seems that the wild beastie tried to scratch out Heidi's eye but Heidi turned her head just in time so it got her leg instead.
If the enormous, ferocious, vicious tiger had scratched her eye out, Heidi would maybe have had an eye patch and looked like a pirate dog but as it is she just has some special pills to take.
Dr. Sandra says that next time Heidi thinks she can smell a tiger (or lion or grizzly bear) in the bushes, she has to bark at it and not go in after it.
Easier said than done, I say. A dog is a dog after all and some things just have to be done.

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Of course you know this means war!

This is my sister Heidi.
She is a fiesty guard dog just like me especially when it comes to pussycats.  Last night, just before bedtime, Mum sent us outside for a pee, as usual, and as usual we did a quick check of the yard for intruders.  Heidi thought she could smell a pussycat so she raced straight in under the Murraya bushes to ambush it while I came in from the other side.

But this was no ordinary pussycat.  It was a giant, ferocious, nasty, vicious, scratching, enormous, dog-hating, fierce pussycat...probably a tiger....hiding under our bushes.  So when Heidi went in there, the beastly thing clawed her.

Heidi bravely fought back and we both chased the vicious, clawing, spitting, nasty, gigantic tiger out of our yard but poor HoHo has a sore front leg where the
enormous, ferocious, dog-hating beastie attacked her.

There doesn't seem to be any rules about rotten cats coming into our yard but we are not allowed to go into their yards.  And...they don't play fair most of the time....walking along the top of the fence where we can't reach them or sitting on the shed roof and singing silly pussycat songs.  I don't like them at all.  Neither does Heidi. 
So I am on duty by the screen door tonight watching out for lions,tigers and any other sorts of pussycats that might decide to visit and poor wounded Heidi is sleeping beside Mum. 
Woe betide any pussycat who comes into our yard.  They can't get away with beating up my sister!!!

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Bonnie the wonder dog

Our friend Bonnie is doing much better.  Her recent tests have made her family very happy and we are happy too. 
Wags to you Bonnie Boo.  Keep getting better.

Troods and HoHo

Pork chops

I am sulking.  It isn't fair.  I am in trouble again.....for nothing!
Here is what happened.
Heidi and I had our dinner and then Mum started getting dinner ready for her and Dad.
She had a dish out and stuff out on the bench and knives and things all ready.
She was putting something in a dish into the oven and I could see a plastic pack on the bench.  I figured that the stuff in the oven was for Mum and Dad so the plastic pack must be up for grabs.
So I grabbed it.  She didn't see me get it because she was looking the other way.
It was a lovely big juicy pork chop.  I could smell it...yummmo!
I carried it outside and I was just trying to work out how to get it out of the plastic when Mum swooped down on me and took my prize away. 
Dad took it and said it was his.  Unbelievable!!  His??  I was the one who found it, not him!!

And now, where is it?  On the barbecue cooking for his dinner.  So I am sulking.  I can smell it cooking and my mouth is watering but Dad is going to eat it.  Not fair!! 
MY pork for HIM.

Friday, 9 December 2011

Rainy days

Rainy days are such hard work.  To keep the excitement up, we change places every so often so that Heidi can stretch out on the couch and I curl up in the chair.  Hmmm......such a busy life.  Wonder how long it is until dinner? 

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Green Tree Frogs

It is raining outside so we are both having what Mum calls a doona day.....sleeping on the bean bags.
The rain is loud on the roof but I can hear the croaky voice of our fat froggy who lives in the pipe that comes down from the roof gutter near the front door.  He sits in there, in his down pipe and sings his froggy songs on warm summer nights and we only ever see him when it rains like this. 
On rainy days he climbs up onto the roof gutter and surveys his kingdom while he sings.  He is a chubby fellow and I would like to get closer to him to have a good look but I can't reach him even if I stand up and jump.  Probably just as well if meeting him would be anything like meeting a cane toad.

They are sort of froggy types too but much more ugly.  Mum says we are not allowed to play with them because they can make us sick.  One night Heidi grabbed one and she started foaming at the mouth and trying to throw up so Mum tipped the entire contents of the water bowl down Heidi's throat to wash her out.  Heidi chucked up a lot of water and then she felt better, so we know we should keep away from toads.  Mum was right again.

But back to green tree frogs.  My question is why do they call them green tree frogs when, obviously,
they live wherever they like.  Our friend, Bonnie the wonder dog, has one visiting her house at the moment and it is playing games in all sorts of funny places....not in a tree.   Our froggy lives in a downpipe....not in a tree.  Our human friend  Suzanne has them living in her of them....little teeny tiny ones.  So they should be called green downpipe frogs, or green toilet frogs, or green bro-mill-ee-ad frogs or whatever.....just my opinion.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

The Christmas Tree

Yesterday we spent the day watching Mum putting up the Christmas decorations.  This involves a lot of furniture rearrangement, climbing on chairs to reach high spots, dropped thumb tacks (ouch!), lots of  'Get out of the way, Trudy' and last, but not least, the building of the Christmas tree.
Our Christmas tree comes in a box that stays in the back of the cupboard for most of the year but on December 1 out it comes, ready to stand in the corner of the lounge room for a month or so.

Mum managed to put it together by herself.  I offered to assist but my offer was rejected and I was subjected to a lecture on the Rules of the Christmas Tree.

Rule Number 1.     The Christmas Tree is for decorative purposes only and is not to be jumped on   chewed or climbed at any time.  There are no possums hiding at the back of the tree.
Rule Number 2.     The lights on the Christmas Tree are not a game.  Just because they are blinking  on and off and look like they are moving does not mean that one should try to catch them and bite them off.  (See Rule 1 re.decorative purposes only.)

Rule Number 3.     Parcels under the Christmas Tree are strictly out of bounds.  They are to be left alone, untouched and uninterfered with.  Pretty paper shall not be removed just in case there might be gheckos inside.  On Christmas morning, if a helpful dog should volunteer for unwrapping duties, those offers would be happily accepted.   Until then...paws off!!

As if Heidi and I would ever entertain thoughts of investigating the parcels left under the tree or
ferreting out any wildlife in the back branches!!!!  I don't know where Mum gets these ideas. 
Sometimes I think she doesn't trust us.
There was only that one time when one of the parcels smelt a lot like Schmackos............and, well.
it sort of broke open accidentally.

Our Christmas tree looks lovely.  ..and over on the cabinet there are two rows of shiny Christmas baubles.  One row is for the humans in our family and the other row is for the animals.....and in that row one bauble has Trudy written on it and one has Heidi on it.  We are happy Christmas dogs.

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Our weekend away

Well, I was right.  The suitcases were a sign that Mum and Dad were going somewhere.  They went to somewhere called The Wedding and it  had something to do with the other humans in our family, Mark and Eliza.
Anyway, Mum took us to stay with Miss Angela at Kennel.  We tried to look scared and shivery but it didn't work.  She took us anyway......and we had a great time. 
It was a hot weekend and Miss Angela knows how dogs think.  She put the swimming pools out and we were allowed to play in the water and roll around in it as much as we liked.  There were two other dogs there, boy dogs, and I usually have issues with boy dogs but, since water was involved, I made allowances.  We had a ball.  We raced around berserkly, according to Miss Angela, chasing each other, jumping in and out of the water and created the best mud puddle ever.
After that Miss Angela put us all into the big washing area and let us play under the sprinkler to rinse the mud off.  It was wonderful and there was no soap involved. 
Then we had to wait for dinner because Miss Angela says you can't have dinner when you are 'overstimulated'.  This I do not agree with.  It was almost 5.30 which is when dinner is supposed to be served (well known fact).  Heidi said we should bark so I did.  Then the boy dogs started to bark and then Miss Angela spoke in a loud voice and told us we were being naughty.  Stupid boy dogs!!
We didn't have dinner until 6 o'clock!!!  Almost starved to death!
We only stayed for 2 nights and then Mum came to pick us up.  Now everything is back to normal.  Dinner is served at the right time but we don't have any swimming pools at home.  Must discuss this with Mum.  Hmmm.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Something's going on.

Something is going on in our house.  There are suitcases in the hallway.  This usually means that Mum and Dad are going somewhere.  These suitcases are only little ones though so they are not going to HIgh Seas this time.  The last time Mum pulled suitcases out of the closet they were the big, big ones and they were gone for a long time because they went to the High Seas (wherever that is???). 

If our Mum is going away somewhere, what is going to happen to us?
Sometimes we stay at home and someone comes to dog sit us.  Usually it is one of the other humans in our family....the ones that don't live with us all the time.  That is okay.  We soon have them under control and doing things the way we like them done.

Sometimes we go away stay with Miss Angela at a place called Kennels.  This is okay, I suppose.  There are usually other dogs staying there too so I can do lots of barking and playing.  Heidi and I have a 'family unit' at Kennels so that we can be together because Heidi is a sooky-nana. 
Heidi is a creature of habit, according to Mum, and when things are different she sulks.

Little suitcases probably mean whatever is going to happen won't be for long.  Hmmmm.  I wonder if I could hide the suitcases???

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

This time it wasn't me.

Somebody broke the screen door!!   I know you are thinking it must have been me but it wasn't.  In fact I was way over on the other side of the house at the time.  I heard the big crash and I came running in to see what had happened.  Heidi was hiding (of course) behind a chair in the lounge and the screen door was lying down on the patio.  Mum went out to have a look at it and then she came back in and said, 'Ho Ho, what did you do?'  in her stern voice.  Heidi didn't hang around to give an answer. She shot off to hide in her nest behind the palm trees.
She is still out there hiding but I think she will probably come in for dinner time.  Maybe then she will tell me how she did it.....break the door, that is.  
Mum can't fix it so she is not very happy.  Maybe Dad will know what to do.  But the most important thing is.....IT WASN'T ME.   I am the good dog this time. 

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Too hot

It is too hot for a woolly dog.  I have tried lying on the tiles.  I have tried lying on the grass.  I have tried lying on my back with my belly open to the breeze should one pass by but I am still hot. 
On Wednesday we are going to visit Miss Anna who takes care of all our beauty needs.  She will wash us and clip us and, even though I will look like a Skinny Minny for a while, I will feel a lot better and the heat will not bother me as much. 
We have a lovely time at Miss Anna's.  There is a waiting couch for the dog who is not been groomed to lie on in comfort and sometimes there is another dog there to talk to.  Heidi enjoys going to Miss Anna too but not the ear plucking.  Heidi has very hairy ears and the wool grows right down inside.  Miss Anna has to pull it out or Heidi will get super wax build up and that is not good.
The only bad thing about Miss Anna's place is the pussycat who sits on the other side of the glass door and pokes his tongue out at us.  How rude!  Cats!  Who needs 'em?

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Big Wags

Big tail wags to our friend, Bonnie, aka The Dog on Wheels, who had a good report from her doctor today.

Keep up the good work, Bonnie.  I bet that put a smile on your Mum's face.

Troods and HoHo

Mice are not toys.

Mice are tiny little things that run around outside and try to steal the seeds from Birdie's bowl.  They can walk up the walls and jump across from the wall to Birdie's cage.  Birdie doesn't like sharing her seeds with them and whenever one comes into her cage she squeaks really loudly for Heidi and me to come. 
It is not easy to get a mouse out of Birdie's cage but Heidi and I have devised a system that usually works a treat.
I jump as high as I can (which is really, really high!!!!) and bump the cage with my head.  This makes it swing about madly and the mouse gets a fright and will usually jump out and onto the wall.  Then I keep jumping and make a lot of noise.  This makes the mouse jump down and run across the patio. Heidi can then catch it.
Well, usually, she catches it.  I caught one once with my paw but that was an accident.
Sometimes the mouse is too clever and runs along the top of the wall and won't come down.  We call this cheating.  It totally ruins the game. 
When Heidi catches the mouse, she walks around with it in her mouth.  She doesn't bite it, just carries it.....with the tail hanging out of her mouth because, if you carry it the other way around, the tail tickles your throat and makes you cough. 
One time Heidi brought the mouse inside to show Mummy. When she put it down on the carpet, the mouse ran around the lounge room and we had to catch it all over again. So usually, Heidi just carries it around for a while and then, eventually, just spits it out and it runs away.
Sometimes Mummy comes out and says, 'Put that down!  Mice are not toys!' 
Humans!  They think they know everything but, really, they have no idea.  Mice are great fun.

Monday, 7 November 2011


Bro-mill-ee-adds are things Mummy has outside on the patio in big tubs.  She is strangely fond of them and spends time giving them water to drink and pulling out little weeds that pop up in the tubs.  Some of these bro-mill-ee-adds grow big red or yellow spikes and some of them just have teeny little flowers. 
What makes them interesting to me is that they just sort of sit in the tubs and are not buried in the soil like the others things in the garden.  This makes them easy to pick up and carry around....although they are a bit scratchy on the tongue.  Heidi and I play chasing games with them and toss them around the yard.  It's great fun!!
When we are finished, we just leave the  bro-mill-e-adds on the grass for Mum to find and put back in the tubs.  She doesn't seem to like doing this but, every time we play our game, she goes out and puts them back anyway.
Last year she tried hanging the bro-mill-ee-add tubs up on the fence but I figured out that if I stood up very tall and jumped, I could reach them. So she took them all down again and put the tubs back on the patio.
It has, however, become evident to Heidi and me that our time on that side of the garden is rarely unsupervised.  This has severely impacted on our fun and games with the bro-mill-ee-adds.
As I have previously stated, humans do not understand how to have fun like dogs do.

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Complete with built-in clock

My sister, Heidi, can tell the time.  She knows when it is time to wake Mum up in the morning so she can give us our rawhide chews.....ten past eight.  She knows when it is time for dinner.....half past five....and she knows when it is time for treats before bed.....nine o'clock.  I don't know how she does it but she is always right.
One minute she will be asleep on the bean bag and the next she will be sitting in front of Mum, paws flawlessly arranged, cute look in place, requesting that food be served forthwith.  Mum tries to ignore that cute look, especially in the morning when she doesn't want to get out of bed.  Sometimes Heidi has to combine the cute look with a few well- timed gentle punches. 

Mum says Heidi has a built-in clock.  She does have a scar on her tummy....maybe that is where they put the clock in. 

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Snow in November

Today Mum did something really strange.  She was feeding papers to a little machine that chewed them up into long strips.  Then she put all the strips of paper into a big black plastic and tied the top up.  While Mum was putting her little machine away in the study, Heidi and I inspected the big, black bag.  Heidi said that it would look like a beanbag if it was lying down on its side.  So I pushed it over.
Then Heidi said that it really did look like a beanbag and she started to climb onto it but it made funny scrunching noises.  Heidi doesn't like funny noises because she is a scaredy cat so I decided to sort that black bag out once and for all.  Scrunchy noises don't worry me. 
The plan was to take a run up and jump on top of the big, black bag and make a comfortable nest out of it.
Well, the plan worked even better than I had expected.  I took a bit of a run up and jumped and landed on the big black bag exploded!!!  There was a lovely shower of long paper strips which then settled into a huge pile in the middle of the lounge-room.  Heidi and I could hardly believe it.  It was wonderful!!!  Heidi ate some of the strips (a fact not discovered until sometime later) and we had a bit of a wrestle in all the paper.  I was just enjoying a roll in the pile when Mum came back.  Heidi must have heard Mum coming because she had run off outside (This happens quite a lot, I have noticed.) leaving me to explain to Mum how the lounge-room came to be under a snow storm of paper strips.
And guess what?  Mum just laughed at me and told me I was a galoot...whatever that it. 

Monday, 31 October 2011

The dog on wheels

Our friend Bonnie is a dog on wheels.  She has not been feeling very well lately and she has to go to the vet a lot.  The vet said she shouldn't walk around, so her dad (Clever Wazza) made her a special chariot so that she can go places without walking .  Her mum just has to push the Bonniemobile, which is a girly pink, and off they go.
I might be able to put a picture here if Bonnie's mum says it is okay.
I hope Bonnie doesn't see any pussy cats or scrub turkeys that need immediate chasing or there might be some problems.  I know there would be if it were me in that chariot because a pussy cat must be chased.  That's a rule in my world and, as for turkeys, well, you know how I feel about them.  (Still sorry about that sore knee, Mummy.)  Perhaps Clever Wazza could motorize the Bonniemobile for those special chasing moments.  Just install a pedal or a pull device so that Bonnie could take off at speed after the offending cat/turkey.  Bonnie's mum would have to be on constant alert but mums are always ready for anything, aren't they?

But seriously, Heidi and I both hope that Bonnie gets better soon and that the chariot can be recycled.  Dogs aren't really meant to be on wheels, motorized or otherwise.
Get well soon, Bonnie Boo.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

The turkey made me do it.

Mummy has a sore knee.  She fell over and banged it on the hard road.  There was blood coming out and she had to put a bandage on it when we came home. Heidi and I are very, very sorry and we are trying to tell Mum that we didn't mean it.
You see, we were walking along as usual, just minding everybody else's business, sniffing each blade of grass and every tree trunk when, guess what we saw?  A scrub turkey!  I think I have told you about them before.  Stupid birds!  Anyway, we saw it before Mum did and that was the problem.
Heidi froze and leaned to the right really hard and I pulled forward really hard and then back-tracked around behind Mum so I could push Heidi forward too.  Unfortunately that meant that the leash was tied around Mum's leg and, so when I pulled forward again, I pulled Mum over onto the hard, hard road.
The turkey didn't care.  He just wagged his tail and looked at us most boldly. 
Heidi was barking and I was squealing with excitement but we couldn't do anything because we were all tied up in a bundle with Mum.  By the time she managed to untangle us, the turkey had run away and Mum said we had to come home because of all the blood.

So now Mum has a sore knee and we didn't get a proper walk.  I don't think Mum is very happy with us.
Sorry, Mummy.  It was all that stupid turkey's fault.

Saturday, 29 October 2011

Heidi's turn

Hello this is Heidi, the smaller brunette dog. 
Yesterday 29th October was my little sister Trudy's birthday.  We did not celebrate very much because Mum forgot to take the birthday bones out of the freezer so all that happened was a few extra pats.  A pretty poor show, if you ask me.  Anyway, today, the bones are on top of the microwave defrosting slowly.  Mum has to put things up high or inside the microwave to defrost them because Trudy can 'find' them otherwise.  As Troods has grown bigger so the defrostables have had to go higher.
She has taken chops off the bench, chicken breasts out of the sink, steaks from the back corner of the bench behind the coffee maker and even eye fillet out of the frying pan. That was a good trick.  She waited till Mum walked away from the cooker to talk to Dad and then quickly grabbed the meat.  It was hot so she dropped it on the floor and had to get a better grip before taking it outside to enjoy.  She didn't share with me though.  Pfft!!!  Mum and Dad were not impressed....not impressed at all.

So now the birthday bones are up on the microwave which is just too high for Trudy to reach.  She is lying on the kitchen floor trying to figure out how to get them and I am just waiting patiently.  It is a warm day so they won't take long to get soft enough for us to enjoy.

Happy Birthday, Troods!

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Heidi is a scaredy cat.

Have I mentioned that my sister, Heidi, is a princess?  Well she is....and she is also a scaredy cat.  Last night was a bit showery so Heidi wouldn't even go outside for a pee because she doesn't like getting her paws wet.  When she absolutely had to go, she perched on the edge of the pathway and it was the fastest pee on record.  I just take my time and, if I get wet, then I just have a big shake and a roll when I come inside.  We have carpet inside so it is easy to get dry again. 

Then, later on, when it was bedtime, a loud storm came over and Heidi shot off the beanbag and went to hide in Mum's closet. I thought it was probably a good idea to go down there too.  I wasn't scared, of course, but I thought I should go and make sure that Mum and Heidi were alright.  (I am a big, brave guard dog and if I am shaking a bit, it's just because I am excited about having to protect everyone.)
So I lay down beside Mum's bed (she said she didn't need me to be on the bed) and it was just like when I was a little puppy and I used to sleep in a box beside Mum's bed.  Every so often she would reach down and stroke me.  I guess she was just checking to make sure I was still there if she needed me.
I'm glad I am sooo brave and not a scaredy cat like Heidi.

Sunday, 23 October 2011


I like to bark.  Yes I do.  I like the sound of my own voice.  It can be soft and caring, deep and delightfully fearsome, high pitched and excited or fast and furious.  What a talented dog I am!!!!!
Barking is also a very useful thing.
It can be:-
a)  a way of announcing visitors...(okay with Mum if done in moderation)
b)  a way of scaring off intruders..(also okay with Mum)
c)  a way of talking to Bundy who lives next door..(.not so popular with Mum but allowed sometimes)
d) a way of showing that I'm frightened...(Mum understands this sort of bark)
e) a way of saying that dinner service is late..(not appreciated in the slightest by Mum)
f) a way to join in local dog conversation...(also not appreciated by Mum)
g) a way to announce boredom.....( also not appreciated by Mum)
h) a way to wake people when they are sleeping..(definitely not appreciated by Mum)

It seems to me that humans waste too much time rambling on with so many different sounds when a bark can satisfy so many purposes.  Once again I believe that dogs are far more evolved than humans despite what Mark says about opposable thumbs.

Friday, 21 October 2011

My Dad snores.

When I am asleep I have big dreams.  I dream about running and barking and chasing possums and playing with Heidi.  Sometimes, according to Mum, I make funny noises when I am little squeaks and barks or growls.  But the weirdest thing I have ever heard is the noise my Dad makes when he is sleeping.  He SNORES!!
Now, the other humans I know snore too.....even Mum snores (even if she says she doesn't)...but their
snores are whispers compared to Dad's snores.  Wow!  You can hear him rumbling away all the way down the hall. 
This interferes with my sleeping when I am on the mat near the patio door.  I like to lie there because I can keep an ear out for the possums running along the fence.  Last night the noise (of Dad not possums) became so annoying that I decided to find another place to sleep....somewhere comfortable with a view of the garden....somewhere like the spare room.  There is a nice big bed in there and I found that, if I positioned myself just right, I could see out into the garden to the left and also out onto the patio to the right.  Excellent!

But I wasn't the only one who needed to escape the dreadful rumbling.  I was sleeping comfortably when my collar was grabbed and I was hauled (most rudely, I thought) off the bed by Mum. 
No 'Move over, Troods' or 'Excuse me, Troods' just "Get off!'.  Seems Mum was troubled by lack of sleep too.
Wonder if it had anything to do with those little yellow rubber things that I found on her bedside table?  They were quite tasty.

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Mud, glorious mud.

Today we went for a run at the puppy park.  We were the only ones there so we just raced around as fast as we could.  I am faster than Heidi because she has shorter legs.
The next thing I did was to look for the mud puddle near the drinking fountain but it has dried up. I was very sad about this because a good mud puddle is a true joy.

Last time we came to this park, the puddle was in excellent condition, all wet and squelchy and squidgy.
I tested it with my toes first, then slid in starting with my nose and rolling onto my right side making sure that my ear was fully immersed so that the cool mud went all the way in.  Bliss!
Next, over onto my back to give it the shimmy, shimmy whilst wagging my tail to deepen the puddle (for the enjoyment of the next user) and then onto the left side nose to tail. Outstanding! 

As I was enjoying a good shake, Heidi came over.  Heidi is not a fan of mud rolling.  She just likes the smell of the mud and usually has a drink of the lovely dark water.  She is such a princess!

Mum seemed to be enjoyed the moment too.   She was all excited and waving her arms and saying something that I couldn't hear because of the mud in my ears.  I was glad she was having fun too because mud is even more fun when you share it with your friends, so I jumped up to give her a cuddle.  We went straight home after that.

Quite unexpectedly, I had to have a bath when we got home.  It seems humans are not as fond of the delicious smell of mud as dogs are.  Is a puzzlement.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Scrub Turkeys

Scrub turkeys are funny looking birds.  They have tails that look like fans and they run around on the ground instead of sitting in trees like normal birds.  When Mum took us for a walk today we saw a scrub turkey building his mound.  He was scratching around in the bark and leaf litter and didn't even see us coming.  I could easily have caught him if Mum hadn't been so difficult about it.  She kept hold of the leash and made us cross over to the other side of the road.  All I could do was give him a jolly good barking.  Humans!  They just don't get it.  Mum says turkeys are not for dogs to chase but if that is true then why do they put turkey in dog food?  Makes no sense to me. 


Hello.  My name is Trudy and I am a big blonde dog.  My human, Mum, says I am a Groodle because my father was a standard poodle and my mother was a golden retriever.  I look like a big poodle but my tail is feathery like a retriever's. 

I live in Brisbane with my humans, Mum and Dad, and my 'sister', Heidi.  Heidi is a Labradoodle.  She has black wool and is not as big as me even though she is three months older than I am.  Heidi was already here in this house when I came so she is the top dog. 

I don't remember how I came to this place but Mum says I flew up from South Australia.  I know that can't be right because dogs can't fly.  I have tried to fly many times and I just can't do it so there must be some secret about where I came from that Mum isn't telling me.
Mum says Heidi flew here too but Heidi says she used to live in a place called Victoria when she was very small. One day she lay down for a sleep and when she woke up she was in the car with Mum. 
So I guess Mum is keeping a secret about Heidi too.  This is all very puzzling for me. 

Lots of things puzzle me and I like to try to figure puzzles out.  This often gets me into trouble because humans don't think the way dogs do.  Sometimes I wonder if they think at all.

Time to go because Mum is calling us and I think I can hear the leash rattling.  Ooh!  Maybe we're going for a walk......