My Cousin is a Mini Cooper

One evenin' about a month or so ago, my favoritest uncle sent dad a text message with a picture attachment sayin' he had gotten a Mini Cooper. I instantly picked up on the excitement in my PUs voices and I tried to catch a glimpse but could not see what had their furs ruffled. All's I know, the dishes flew into the dishwasher and I was told to get on my bed. My usual token for havin' to stay home is a biscuit and one was hastily tossed into my waitin' mouth as they sped out the door. Seems to me, I coulda rode along but I had already worked my evenin' job of makin' sure no critters were frolickin' about in my woods, so I was OK with takin' a small rest.

As I caught a few Zzzzz's, my dreams were filled with takin' my Uncle's new wheels for a spin.

The PUs returned home an hour or so later, and instantly my nose picked up on a strange scent - one that I did not normally associate with my Uncle John. I sucked every molecule of scent outta their clothes but still I could not figger out why they smelled of canine cologne.

That shoulda been my first clue that I had been knocked outta the top dawg position in my Uncle's eyes. That position had been stolen by another.

Meet my new cousin, Cooper ~ the Mini Australian Shepherd.

Just look at him there in all his puppeh cuteness. Disgustin' to say the least. I really don't see what caught my Uncle's attention.

I tried to be nice - really I did. I even tried to play but when my Big Brown paw just happened to swat him across his puppeh noggin, my leash and collar came out and all of a sudden, I was a prisoner in my own home. I watched from afar as MY toys came out of MY basket.

But then.....excitement began to rise up inside of me

as I watched him gasp for air when Mom's foot came within his snooter range.

Sigh.....

.....he must still be full of puppeh antibodies that make him immune to such nasal atrocities.

Even though Uncle John now calls me the "crazy dawg", it looks like it's gonna be up to me to show this kid the ropes. That may be one decision he may live to regret.

Well, mebbee some of you have an extra day off but for many, another work week now stares us in the face. Either way, I hope the weekend has made you well-rested so that you are also immune to any atrocities that you might find facin' you.

Chester ;0=)

A Bark In The Dark

In 1988 a film was released in America called "A Cry in the Dark" and it starred award winnin' actress, Meryl Streep. For those of you who have never heard of the movie, it is the true story about the Chamberlain family who go on a campin' trip in the Outback of Australia. While the nine week old baby is sleepin' in the tent, the family enjoys a barbecue along with fellow campers. As Lindy Chamberlain - the mother of the baby - returns to check on her, she sees a dingo runnin' off with sumpthin' in its mouth and upon findin' the child missin', immediately cries out "A dingo has taken my baby!" Public opinion soon turns against the Chamberlains and to make a long story short, she is accused of killin' her child and they are taken to court where both parents are convicted of murder. While the father is given a suspended sentence, the mother is sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labour. Three years pass and when the jacket of the baby is discovered at a large sandstone rock formation, Lindy is immediately released from prison and all convictions against the couple are overturned.


By now you're probably wonderin' why I brought this up. Well you see, five years ago to this very day, I also was stolen from my mother at the tender age of nine weeks. Bein' the alert young'n that I was, I can still remember my dear sweet mother barkin' out, "A dingbat has taken my baby!" Although I do not dwell on the abduction, it does bring a tear to my eye when I think about it. I have tried to focus on the positive aspects of my 1826 days spent in captivity; such as the fact that I have been able to get the dingbats completely wrapped around my little dew claw. Let me put it this way:

Needles and thread: $10

Replacin' worn out sneakers: $250

Classes to turn clueless PUs into amateur handlers: $375

Countless bags of decent quality dawg food and nomalicous treats: $1500+

Vet bills: $A,lot

One pup bringin' hours upon hours of joy into

the otherwise borin' life of a couple of two leggers:

PRICELESS.

There are some things that money can't buy

For everythin' else ~ there's Master Card.

Chester

;0=)

Some Things Never Change

That was then.....

.....this is now.

I know many of you feel that Winter, Spring, and Fall pale in comparison to Summer. I, my ownself like them all. Can you believe that this Summer is about halfway over? No matter what your choice of seasons is,

the weekend is usually the highlight of them all.

I hope the one that's sittin' right around the corner pulls off quite nicely for you.

Chester ;0=)

Bein' Neighborly

Now that the neighbor kid is gettin' bigger,

he's also gettin' braver. The snow we had last week

had everybody out cleanin' up their driveways. Since the kid hadn't

met Dad yet, he strolled on over by himself and introduced himself.

When the introductions were over,

it was partay time for the 4 leggers. 

His Mom caught up to him and put an end to the partay. Probably

good she came when she did, 'cuz he was startin' to shiver from the cold.

Don't worry-she wasn't chokin' him. I mean, really!

How could anybody be mad at an innocent little face like that?

And so the weekend has ended and another

week of drudgery is starin' at us in the face.

I think Wiley Miller captured the life of a workin'

dawg very well in his comic strip, NON SEQUITUR last week.

I hope by the time Friday rolls around, your inbox and your

outbox will at least be close to breakin' even.

Chester ;0=)

Meetin' the New Neighbor

Aka: Mom-who shrunk my Duke???

Of course, you all probably remember this picture of when I first

met my long-time neighbor, Duke.

Well, now the tables have turned and this new kid moved

in next door a couple of weeks before Christmas.

I didn't have the pleasure of meetin' him until Christmas Eve.

As I make my approach, the new kid finds

his happy place under the stuffie-filled rockin' chair.

From here on out, I shall refer to him as Kid Rock.

Light Chocolate with nuts or Dark Chocolate without?

Nice ta meetchya Kid Rock ~ 

now, let me introduce myself to this oversized stuffie.

Lettin' Kid Rock know who's boss in this town.

Go ahead Kid, work that innocent look, you're gonna need it ~

especially if you plan on hangin' with me.

Atta boy Kid ~ you can chew on that as much as you want to. I'll

just be over here by this big, popcorn strung Christmas tree.

Rumor is that Kid Rock is a "good boy" and really listens well.

Sure he does, he's only like 15 weeks old ~ I was good at that age too.

I am so lookin' forward to spendin' time with Kid Rock and makin' sure 

he knows how much fun a little trouble can be.

It's a whole new year ~ I hope that yours ROCKS and

that all your troubles are little ones.

Chester ;0=)

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