Posts Tagged ‘Darla’

Baby Pictures

April 9, 2009

So, by now every-bully knows we are going to move into a new house in the woods REAL soon we hope. The workers are sayin they should be done workin and we should be able to start movin by the middle of May. Ya’ll keep yer paws crossed that we will be. DawgMom is beginnin to go crazy here in this neighborhood. Really, she’s gonna lose it if we don’t get her out in the peace and quiet of those woods soon.

Our new house in the woods

Our new house in the woods

Since we are gonna move, DawgMom has started putting things in boxes and going through things to keep and what not to keep. While she was packin things up, she came across a disc that said “PIX FILES” so of course, she had to put it in the pooter and see just what was on there. She started laughin and going “AAAWWWW” and we just couldn’t figure out what she was looking at. We thought her half-timers was acting up again. It had to be, half-timers would explain sudden laughin and weird noises, but it wasn’t half-timers, it was this…..

Thirsty Skunk

Thirsty Skunk

It’s a HUGE skunk! Getting a drink out of our water bowl!! Wait! That’s not a skunk, that was Feather getting ready for Halloween. Feather loves to dress up and she thinks it’s cool, but then again, it IS Feather after all! BOL!  DawgMom also found this…

Darla Jean 4 months old

Darla Jean 4 months old

Me! When I was just 4 months old! DawgMom is holding me like a baby and I’m lovin it. I don’t love it now, but if she insists, I’ll sit that way for a few minutes just to pacify her. She found all kinds of pictures she forgot she had. Here’s one of Feather when she was a little baby.

Feather, 9 weeks old

Feather, 9 weeks old

And Feather when her ears are cold. She says the flashie thingie hurts her eyes so she closed them.

My ears are cold!

My ears are cold!

Me and Feather was wrestlin on the bed and she had to go get the flashie thingie. I remember how she laughed and laughed at us that day.

Wrestlin on the bed

Wrestlin on the bed

She says there’s tons more pictures on that disc and we’ll post them a little at a time. Of course, I better put a picture or two on here of Pappy when he was little or he will start whinin and brat barkin and who wants to hear that nonsense?

Pappy, 6 weeks old

Pappy, 6 weeks old

You have to admit, he is cute! Just don’t tell him I said that, he’ll never let me live it down.

Feather keepin an eye on baby Pappy

Feather keepin an eye on baby Pappy

Well, that’s it for this post, it’s WAY past our bedtime and DawgMom is sayin something about needin the pooter to look up something for her stained glass. Did we tell you we’re sick of hearin about that stained glass?? Here’s the one she just finished, she doesn’t have a light in it yet, like we care, we just want her to be done with those dumb flower things and make some more Bull Terror things.

Iris Table Lantern

Iris Table Lantern

So, I’m off here for the night and I’m gonna catch some ZZZZZZZ’s. Tomorrow, we visit bloggies, play outside, dig in the mud, chase birds, eat and whatever else we can think of to do.

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WANTED~ A new secretary!

April 6, 2009

Must be willing to work tirelessly to meet OUR needs. Must be able to do what WE say and only what WE say. Must come bearing treats of all kinds. Must be able to type and update our bloggy. Must give ear scritches and belly rubs. Must not have any hobbies or other things to do. And most importantly… MUST work just for the pure joy of being around us TN Bull Terrors!!

This is the ad we are putting in the newspaper and all over bloggy land! DawgMom has gotten to be so lazy and so full of excuses and we’re tired of it. We keep telling her our bloggie needs to be updated at least every other day and that we HAVE to go visit all the other doggy-bloggies. This is getting ridiculous, she’s always got some kind of excuse about why she is not doing those things. This is the latest excuse…

Dumb Ol' Lamp

Dumb Ol' Lamp

fan lamp lit

fan lamp lit

She’s been making these things for days now. She says she has to get them finished for her kennel club dog show in May. They are the trophies for Group 1 placements. Well, who cares? We need to blog! We need to visit blogs! We need to play in the mud! We need ALL her attention! Doesn’t she know that? So, we’re lookin for a new secretary!

Don’t get us wrong, she’s a great DawgMom. We don’t want to get rid of her, we just want her to do as WE say. She loves us, she feeds us good, she does give us belly scratches all the time, but she’s a rotten secretary. I mean she really is. One excuse after another, “She has to work so we can eat” (what does her workin have to do with OUR eatin?) “She has to finish these lamps” She has to take a nap. Well, the naps aren’t bad since we loves us some naps with DawgMom. But really, if she can’t handle the most simple task of our bloggin, the least she can do is let us have the ‘pooter to do it ourselves or get us another, more willing secretary. Don’t you think?? Peggy Sue can’t help, all she does is lay on DawgMom’s lap and watch Andy Griffith while she’s supposed to be workin on the ‘pooter.

Peggy Sue watching TAGS

Peggy Sue watching TAGS

Then there’s this problem with not keepin up with our Twitter account. How hard is it to sign on and tell every-bully what’s goin on here in TN? It’s not, so why can’t she just keep up? If ya’ll have any suggestions we’d appreciate hearing them. Like I said, we don’t want to get rid of her as a DawgMom, we love her and she loves us, she just needs to get her priorities straight. Bull Terrors~FIRST! DawgMom’s dumb things~SECOND!

Some of you have asked to see some of our other brothers and sisters. Well, tryin to get that lazy secretary of ours to do much more than she is already NOT doin is nearly impossible, but we did get her to find a picture of Chief, our Chinese Crested brother in his pajamas. Yep, he wears flannel jammies when it’s chilly outside, they even have little ducks on them. Can you imagine havin to wear jammies and all the other dawgs laughin at you? He thinks they are being nice, but they are really makin fun of him. We do. It’s not as bad as havin to wear a diaper, but it is pretty funny, especially since Chief thinks he’s lookin so cool. Wonder if Lacie has jammies? HHMMMM. If we can get lazy butt DawgMom to go ask her, we’d know the answer to that most important question.

Chief thinks he's cool.

Chief thinks he's cool.

Here’s Chief’s mother Racy, hangin out at a dog show last year. She loves that bed, and she thinks she’s hot to trot when we are at the dog shows. Everyone fusses over her and tells her how boo-timous she is.

Chief's Mama, Racy

Chief's Mama, Racy

She loves that bed!

She loves that bed!

So, if any of ya’ll know where we can find a secretary that will put our needs and concerns above everything else, will ya’ll please let us know??

Darla Jean lookin for a secretary

Darla Jean lookin for a secretary

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

March 17, 2009
Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Paddy’s Day to all our doggie bloggie friends! That’s our little brother, Pooch all dressed up for St. Patrick’s Day and yes he’s the same one that wears that stoopid diaper!

DawgMom colored him this way for Christmas a couple of years ago, but it works for St. Paddy’s too. Guess this means we can’t pinch him now?? Sheesh! That just takes the fun out of the day, don’t it? Oh yeah, since it’s St. Paddy’s Day and we eat raw diet, do we get raw corned beef and cabbage for dinner??

“May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead!”

Honesty is the best policy

February 27, 2009

(*From DawgMom~Don’t know what the deal is with wordpress today, but I can’t seem to keep the fonts all the same color or things centered the way I want so….)

Wow! Imagine our surprise when we found out Sushi, Dolby & Murphy gave us an award! How cool is that?! There are rules (of course, ain’t there always rules?) So here we go…….

honest-scrap-award

“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog”. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!”

DawgMom had to play the stupid draw straws game to see which one of us got to tell the truth and Pappy won. But then Feather got the great idea that we could all take turns telling the truth about ourselves! And since there’s 3 of us, we’ll do 4 each, that’s the only fair way to do it & it keeps whiney baby Pappy quiet for a while. So here we go:

Feather’s confessions:

1) I started my life off with LOTS of health problems. I have grain allergies & demodectic mange that are being managed now with our Raw Diet.

MMM Chicken Livers, see my big bowl?

MMM Chicken Livers, see my big bowl?

 

 

2) I love it when DawgMom holds me on her lap like a baby. Nevermind that I weigh 61 pounds & it makes her legs go to sleep, it’s comforting to me & that’s all that matters, ain’t it??Camping in Gettysburg, PA

3) I “talk” ALOT! I can make Wookie sounds, cry baby sounds & I can even do elk calls if we ever decide to go elk hunting.

 See? I can talk!

 

 

 

 

4) I am white, but not if I can help it. I try to do things to stay in fashion. I was even purple one time!

 Purple is my color, don't you think?

Darla’s Confessions
1) I am a Daddy’s girl, BIG TIME!
 

Me & Dad winning BOV at a dog show

Me & Dad winning BOV at a dog show


2) I am a supervisor & I take my job seriously, especially making sure that our new house in the woods is being done right.

Did that tile man get the new kitchen floor layed right??

Did that tile man get the new kitchen floor layed right??

3) I loves, loves, LOVES me some ribscicles! DawgMom makes sure we always have ribscicles in the freezer & boy oh boy are they gooood!

I LOVES me some ribscicles!!

I LOVES me some ribscicles!!

4) I am bootimous & I know it! DawgMom even left a mirror out so I can gaze upon myself whenever I want to.

Just look at that bootimous Bullie girl!

Just look at that bootimous Bullie girl!


Pappy’s confessions:
 1) I am the baby of the bunch, I just turned 1 year old on the 25th! DawgMom gave me a cool new birfday toy that I use for a pillow at night.

Cool new birfday combo pillow/toy

 

 

2) I can cover my ownself up with a bankie when I’m ready to take a nap.

It's chilly, where's my bankie?.

 

3) I hate, hate, HATE chicken livers! They are nasty no matter how DawgMom tries to fix them. I WILL NOT eat them, no way, no how. But I do love me some cottage cheese & bananas, it’s so good I always manage to get it all over my nose.
Cottage cheese on my nose.
Cottage cheese on my nose.

 4) I am so ready for spring & I am sick of my swimming pool being empty, so I fixed that dumb old pool but good. Bet it won’t hold water now!!

I showed that dumb waterless pool!

I showed that dumb waterless pool!

 Now, we have to choose 7 bloggies to give this award to and we chose:

Bolo that cool Shar Pei, Daisy the bootimous Pink girl, Gavin & Patty the Bull Terriers, Rudy Tootie the Agility Bedlington, Stanislaw the raw meat eater, Nigel & his crew and All Them Whippets.

If you have already gotten this award, sorry for the double up, and if someone can tell us how to get this award in our sidebar, we’d appreciate it. DawgMom tends to get a little silly about trying to figure things out on this here ‘puter sometimes.

Hucklebutts & good times to all,

Feather Louise, Darla Jean & Pappy Joe

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shameless? Us? What’s yer point?

February 14, 2009

 

Glad yer home~Pappy style

Glad yer home~Pappy style

We have been called many things. Sometimes it’s true, sometimes it’s false, sometimes it’s just plain stoopid. Now, we sometimes take offense at some of the things, but we WILL admit if it’s true. Some examples of “Just Plain Stoopid”~~ 

People see Feather and say What is that? A pig?(eyes roll) Please! A pig? I don’t see a curly tail on Feather Louise, do you? (altho she acts like one sometimes, see below) They have asked DawgMom “Is that a DOG?”  No, it’s a hippo on a leash~Here’s yer sign. They’ve asked if we bumped our heads on something, one lady even asked “Are they made that way?”No, DawgMom watches QVC alot and ordered a face-enhancer~(somebody hand me another sign, I ran out) We have a Bullie friend that tells us that some idiot woman asked his DawgMom if he was an armadillo? What the heck is an armadillo anyways?  Then there was the time The Papster was at the vet when he was a baby and some crazy cat lady looked at his little bum and said “He’s got a fat rear doesn’t he?” He turned to look at her and she was all flustered and said “Oh My, he’s got a fat front too”  She’s one of them that asked if he was made that way. But then, what do you expect out of a crazy cat lady??

Now sometimes DawgMom and DawgDaddy call us things too. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s not so good. Like when we’re being cute, DawgMom calls us “shuggieplums” or something silly like that. She calls Feather~Weezy. She calls Pappy~Buddy Ro and she calls me Miss Jeannie. When we’re being monsters a little bratty, they sometimes use bad words. I swear sometimes I think my registered name might just be ‘DarlaDammit’. And if we’re REALLY bad, they use our whole names. That doesn’t happen very often, and when it does it’s usually the dumb Poodle’s fault. I mean, we hafta yell at him, we just hafta! Have you ever had a Poodle say bad words at you? It ain’t pretty, and he’s such a little drama queen! I mean, really, look at him, all prissed out in his fancy-schmancy clip and with his diaper on. A DIAPER!! He has to wear a diaper cause he doesn’t know how to keep all 4 on the floor and he cocks his leg on anything, INCLUDING us. Where does he get off being a drama queen anyway. Soooo, we hafta yell really loud at him, then DawgMom tells US to be quiet while the Drama Queen walks off laughin!

The Drama "Queen" in HIS diaper

The Drama "Queen" in HIS diaper

Now admit it, wouldn’t you hafta fuss at something that looked like that? I thought so. But, I digress….Today, we have been called ‘shameless’ and you know what? We ARE, cause we are shamelessly asking that you go over to Mango-Minster and leave a comment voting for us in his Bloggy Doggy dawg show. Your comment IS your vote. You can see pictures of all the contestants in the Terrier Group, and you will notice a running theme over there…..all them terriers seem to have beards! So us eggheads that look like armadillos need some support over there. Will you please go support the TN Terrors? And could someone find out just what the heck an armadillo is???

Actin like a pig beggin DawgMom's brekkie

Actin like a pig beggin DawgMom's brekkie

Is DawgMom ‘llergic too?

February 11, 2009
Tryin to help DawgMom to feel better

Tryin to help DawgMom to feel better

I think DawgMom must be ‘llergic to grains too, just like me. I heard her while she was on the phone, tell DawgDaddy  she had a “my-grain” headache. I don’t know what kind of grain a “my-grain” is, but it must be pretty yukky. Just look at that picture of DawgMom up there, look how bad her face looks, that “my-grain” must be really bad stuff. I can’t figure out why DawgMom keeps eatin them “my-grains” if they make her feel so bad and make such uggie faces. That was me last time she ate them grains tryin to help her feel better.  I been tryin to get ever’body in this house to be quiet, apparently when you eat “my-grains” you can’t stand noises. And of course, all these bratty little brothers and sisters only think about themselves and are tryin’ to boss DawgMom into letting them outside every 20 minutes. What’s up with that anyway?  I mean, us Bullies know how to be good, but not them little monsters, brats, brothers and sisters of ours. This is what Darla is doin so she don’t make too much noise, playin tent games. See her white stripe on her nose in the lower right corner?

Darla tryin to be quiet

Darla tryin to be quiet

 Maybe DawgMom needs to start eatin the raw diet like we do, then she won’t have them “my-grains” layin around, making her eat them. I’m just at my wit’s end tryin to figure out what to do for her. It worries me when she don’t feel good. I follow her everywhere she goes just in case she needs me or something. I know she appreciates me being so attentive, she told me I was her little “Scotch” not sure what that means, but she told DawgDaddy I was like a piece of tape on her butt. She said I was doing a good job takin care of her. It’s not really that hard, this is what we have been doing for most of the day.

We all try to help her if she needs it

We all try to help her if she needs it

That was last time she ate “my-grains” DawgDaddy sneaked in on us and took a picture of us all trying to be close and snuggie to DawgMom. I hope she feels better soon, it’s hard tryin to keep all the little monsters dogs in line around here by myself. I hope she will learn her lesson and stop eatin them “my-grains” I told her, she’s probably ‘llergic just like me. Well, it’s time for me to go get all the little brats dogs back in the house, then I’m off to go back to bed with DawgMom, I hope DawgDaddy doesn’t work late tonight, being a nurse is hard work.

Hucklebutts (quietly)

Little brothers and sisters….

February 8, 2009

can be a real pain in a Bullie’s butt sometimes. Remember how I told you we live here with little brothers and sisters, well I thought I would introduce one of them to you. See when DawgMom and DawgDaddy got married back in June of 2007, all of us became a family. DawgDaddy had 6 of us and DawgMom had 8 of us. We became something like a Doggie Brady Bunch. So I’d like you to meet Cissy. She is not the youngest, but she is pretty little, so I guess she would be like Cindy’s counterpart, their names are alike. She’s bratty like Cindy too.

Hoggin the bed

Hoggin the bed

Pappy says: Here’s the story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up 8 very lovely pups….

Darla says: Pappy!! Hush up! Feather’s tryin to tell a story!

Pappy: I’m tellin’ a story too, didn’t you hear me? “Here’s the story”??

Cissy says: Ya’ll knock it off! Feather is tryin to introduce me! Sheesh, ya’ll really are Bull TerrOrs!!

Feather says: Please ignore them, they are sooo rude! I’m gonna tell DawgMom not to give them any chicken feet tomorrow

Anyway, I was trying to say, when they got married, we all moved in together and all of us got along really good. Cissy is a little black Chiwawa, Chiwaawaa, Messican Taco Bell dawg, and talk about bossy, man is she ever! DawgMom says it’s because she came from such a bad past.

 DawgMom got her out of the animal shelter in D.C. and she was really sad. She was really scared of everybody and everything, she would scream, shoot a turd at the same time and try to bite anybody that came close to her. She was REAL skinny too and DawgMom says her first stoopid owner was mean to her.  That’s how come DawgMom named her Cissy, cause she was a sissy about everything. She was even afraid to go poop, she would start shaking real bad and start whining and when she finally couldn’t hold it any longer and did poop, she would run back in the house and hide under the bed shaking for a long time, like she was afraid she would get in trouble or something! She was afraid of everything. She’s not anymore though. DawgMom has had her for 6 years now and we think she is about 8 years old.

She's beggin, like always

She's beggin, like always

Now, Cissy thinks she is the boss of everything and everybody. She even bosses DawgDaddy sometimes, but he just laughs at her. She bosses me alot because I like to do my head-thing at her. I bow down so I’m real close to the ground like she is and shake my head back and forth at her. It drives her crazy! I think it’s funny and take off hucklebutting all through the house just to make her chase me. She’s like a piranha on crack! All you can see is big white streak (me) with a little black and white flash (Cissy and her teeth) running behind and she sounds like an over grown bumble bee when she growls and snarls. It’s is just too funny.

Pappy says: Till the one day when this lady met this fellow, and they knew it was much more than a hunch…

Darla says: Will ya KNOCK IT OFF! I’m trying to hear Feather!

Pappy says: that this group would somehow form a family, that’s the way we all became the Doggie Brady Bunch!

Cissy says: That’s it! I’m tellin’! MOOOOOMM!

Cissy in her hoodie

Cissy in her hoodie

Schmoozin DawgDaddy's dinner

Schmoozin DawgDaddy's dinner

 

Well that’s just great!  Now thanks to Pappy’s singing and teasing everybody, then Cissy screeching for DawgMom, we have to get off the computer and go to bed! Thanks alot ya’ll! I was going to tell everybody about  Mango Minster,  and go see who all was entered in this neat bloggy doggie show, but I can’t now! Ya’ll just wait, what goes around comes around and I’ll get ya’ll back!

Pappy says: Doggie Brady Bunch, Doggie Brady Bunch, that’s the way we all became…

Darla says: STOP! IT! ALREADY! STOOOOOPPP!

Cissy says: and they say little dogs never shut up! You ask me, it’s those terrOrs that never shut up!

Helping~Bull Terrier Style

February 2, 2009

Hey everybody, it’s me, Darla.

So, DawgMom has been telling us that we are moving to a new house in the woods, not those Silver Woods that all the Bull Terriers go to in October and run around in a ring standing pretty and letting people look at us, these are different woods. They don’t take as long to get to as the Silver Woods do either. Anyway, she has been telling us this tale and I was beginning to think ~ a) she was making it up to get us to be good,~ b) she was playing jokes on us, or ~c) her half-timer’s dizeezs was moving into full-timer’s dizeezs. Guess what though, we really ARE moving to a new house in the woods! I went there with her the other day, really, I did!

Our new house in the woods

Our new house in the woods

First we drove up this long driveway, surrounded by woods on both sides and one side looked kind of scary, it was a long drop off the side, but she drove good and we didn’t fall. Then when I got out of the Blazer, man oh man, talk about the smells! It was heaven, I could smell deer, squirrels, raccoons, birds, all kinds of things! It was great! Then I got to “christen” our new kennel, I did a really good job too, even though I don’t normally poop until late in the evening, I made sure I was the first one to poop in it! Pretty good, huh?

Checking out part of the kennel

Checking out part of the kennel

DawgMom said she brought me along to help her with things there. When I walked in, I could see alot of our stuff was there, but it was all over the place, a chair here, a couch there, coffee table over there, I mean to tell you it was a mess. I knew I had my helper job cut out for me, but hey, I’m a Bull Terrier, I can do this better than anyone!

Look at THAT mess

Look at THAT mess

Before I got started, I made my rounds, I checked every room upstairs and downstairs. Once I was satisfied there were no boogeymans lurking anywhere, we went to work. We started downstairs in what DawgMom calls “The Bull Terrier Bed & Brekkie Room”  you know, the room where TraceyBelle and her Mama will stay, or China and her Mama or Traveller and his Mama, well you get the picture, the Bull Terriers we know that might want to visit us. Any old how, the bed was in pieces, I’ve never seen such a thing, but it was. I was very good at showing DawgMom where to put things and how to move them big old mattress thingies and what to do with the mirror.

Hey, check this out!

Hey, check this out!

With my help we got it all moved where DawgMom wanted it and started putting the sheets and bedspread on the bed. Now there’s where she really needed my help. After many times of her saying “Darla, get off the bed” or “Get down Darla, I can’t make the bed with you on it” once she even said “Dammit Darla, get down”   I was thinking “Don’t get your panties in a wad Mom, I’m only trying to help, you obviously need it, look at those corners, not even tucked right!”

Look at that, not even tucked!

Look at that, not even tucked!

We finally got it all done though, she took forever, what is the big deal about making a bed while a Bullie is on it supervising anyway? I thought that is why she brought me, to help, was it not? She forgot the pillows though, so we didn’t get to put those on there. I could have helped with that too. When we finished, I checked all around and she did a pretty good job.

Looks pretty even to me

Looks pretty even to me

I was ready to tackle that living room upstairs, but DawgMom has some kind of Deg-inatif Diss Dizeezs in her back (DawgMom note: Degenerative Disc Disease Darla, I know it’s a big word for a Bullie girl like you) Any who, she can only do so much lifting and pulling and stuff before she has to quit, so all we got done that day was “The Bull Terrier Bed & Brekkie Room” So we decided to go back to our house we are still living in and she says we can come back out sometime this week and do some more work. We headed up the stairs to turn off the T.V. and call DawgDaddy to tell him we were leaving. I always go first, in case a boogeyman came in while we weren’t looking.

"Bullie Butt!"

"Bullie Butt!"

I’m sure DawgMom will take more pictures next time and I will be back to tell you what all we did that day. DawgMom says I get to go with her because I am the best helper and because I’m the best DawgMom protector. She told the story over on her blog “Tails of GroomerAng” about the crazy lady that used to live in this house and just in case that crazy lady shows up, I can be there to let DawgMom know and keep her safe. See, I’m an all around helper.

Until next time,

Hucklebutts & Bullie Hugs

Hey, Listen up!

January 30, 2009

Playing with stuffieMy name is Chico, and it looks like I have been left out of the introductions around here!

I am living in this mad house for a while as a foster dog, but it looks like Feather some Bullies seem to think I’m something akin to a red-headed step-child! Well, Hello, I am WHITE, not red! Even my ear markings are brindle, no red to be found anywhere, thankyouverymuch!Enjoying a turkey leg

I know DawgMom is not my permanent DawgMom, but for now, she is, so let’s not leave me out, I AM a Bull Terrier after all! Just because I can’t say “Rufus is my uncle” (ahem! Pappy) or “I won Best of Variety once and got a point” (ahem! Feather) or “I have a pedigree, ya know” (ahem! Darla) that does not make me chopped liver! Wait!  Liver? I heard DawgMom say that was what we are having  for dinner, I loves me some liver, it’s good….oh! wait!  back to what I was saying……

First of all to Darla, I have a pedigree too, just because I don’t have any papers that you can read it on, I do have a Mama & a Daddy somewhere in this world! Besides, you’re just jealous that I like DawgDaddy as much as you do!Playing

To Feather: A point? What’s yer point? A point for what? You buying things out of Dog Catalogs and collecting them? Who cares about your old point? I mean, what good is it doing you? Does it get you extra treats or something?? I didn’t think so.

To Pappy: Rufus? Who is Rufus? Do I know him? Am I supposed to know him? I got uncles too, just because I can’t tell you who they are, does NOT mean I don’t have them (to DawgMom or anyone else: whatsa uncle anyways?)

So, I would appreciate it if you would all give me the acknowledgement I deserve! I mean one day, I will not be here, I will be in my forever home and then what are you going to do? You won’t have me around to talk to, or play with, or anything and let’s face it, I do know how to play some pretty cool games.

Oh and another thing, I don’t see ya’ll “sitting pretty” when DawgMom asks you to, now do I? No, I most certainly do not! Again, thankyouverymuch!

Now, for those of you out there that are reading this, I am a really good boy, DawgMom says I will make a great forever companion for someone someday, like I didn’t know that already. I ignore the little bratty dogs that live here, I ignore those things with feathers that live here, and yell at me I might add. All I want to do is play and love on the 2-leggeds I meet.  DawgMom says if you think you might want to adopt me and make me your very own forever companion visit The Bull Terrier Club of America website and read all about Bull Terriers. I do have to admit, we are not the breed for everyone, we do take alot of work, time and energy to live with. If you think you can handle our breed’s quirks and demands, then go for it and fill out an Adoption form here.

surveying1Now that I have officially introduced myself, I welcome any comments and I will try to answer any questions you might have.

Until next time,

Hucklebutts, sloppy kisses and Bullie hugs all around

(note from DawgMom~~My dearest Chico, Rufus is CH Rocky Top’s Sundance Kid.  He is actually Pappy’s Great-Uncle, which means Rufus is Pappy’s grandfather’s brother. Clear enough? 🙂  He won Best in Show at Westminster in 2006, which is a big, BIG deal to all us Bull Terrier humans. Now I know, being a show dog is not everything, but Pappy is very proud of his uncle, as well he should be. So please, indulge him a bit, he is just a baby after all, he’s only 11 months old. You are a very sweet boy and I will miss you when you go to your forever home, but while you are here with us, we will treat you like you are our own, NOT like a red-headed step-child)

Let us introduce ourselves….

January 28, 2009

We are 3 Bull Terriers living with our humans and a bunch of little brothers and sisters. We live in NE TN, so does that makes us “Hillbilly Bull Terriers”?? 

My name is Feather Louise, I am a 4 y/o white girl and even if the others say different, I AM the Queen of the house, I was here first, that makes me Queen Bullie!

Feather

Then there is Darla Jean, she’s a 3 y/o solid brindle Bullie girl, well she has a little white on her chest and toes, but that’s ok, she’s mostly striped dirty brown. She is more of a Daddy’s girl and even tho she doesn’t think so, she is the Bullie Princess of the house. Just cause Daddy says she’s Queen, doesn’t make it so, does it Mom?

Darla

Last, but certainly not least, there’s the brat baby Bullie, Pappy Joe, he is only 11 months old and is a tee-total brat puppy for sure. Mom thinks he’s cute, but then again, Mom is getting old and most of the time, we figure it’s just her suffering from half-timers disease. Besides, how can something that weighs 60 pounds already be cute??

Somebody's been diggin

Anyways, we will all be taking turns writing in this here blog and sometimes I guess Mom will probably write about things too. We all hope you enjoy our tales of life in NE TN and how much fun we Bull Terriers can have!

We have lots of brothers and sisters, we have birds that yell at us, and we have a Bearded Dragon too. Well the Bearded Dragon really belongs to our boy, who is not a boy anymore, he growed up and moved out to his own house but left that lizard here for a while. We don’t get to see the lizard much cause he’s mean! He puffs his gizzard beard thingy out at us when he sees us, so we just leave him alone.

I do want to make one thing clear….we do NOT think it’s funny when Mom or Dad calls us “The Bull TerrOrs” or “The Bull TerrOr-ists”  That is soooo not true! I think it has something to do with Mom’s half-timers disease, but Darla says they just think they are being funny. For the record, we are NOT terrOrs, nor are we terrOr-ists, we just know how to have fun and don’t mind showing it.

I will try to post as often as Mom will let me have the ‘puter,  or if something exciting happens or if I just feel like fussing.  Hope you will continue to read about our adventures.

Thanks for stopping by,

Miss Feather Louise and her co-horts, Darla & Pappy