Posts Tagged ‘New House’

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.

The Sky has been leakin’

April 1, 2009

Feather Louise here, how’s every-bully been? DawgMom, Darla Jean and Pappy have been hoggin the pewter and I guess I finally fussed enough, DawgMom said I could have a turn. Don’t she know I’m the Queen and I should have first right of refusal??

We had a couple of really sunny, warm days since Pappy posted about our new house problems and then the sky started leaking ALOT. I mean one day after another after another. Today was the first day in a while that we didn’t have a leaky sky to look at. You should see our yard, it’s perfect for rolling around in and changing my color from white to brown!

DawgMom got the video camera out before the sky started leakin and took videos of us playing ball with DawgDaddy in the backyard. As soon as we can figure out how to get the videos on here, I’ll be sure to add them so you can see us havin fun. She did take some pictures of Pappy playin Chicken Run with DawgDaddy. Pappy thinks he’s hidin behind that bush! BOL  He’s such a silly boy!

"You can't catch me DawgDaddy!"

"You can't catch me DawgDaddy!"

DawgDaddy can't see me here

DawgDaddy can't see me here

The foundashuns man is out at our new house in the woods this week makin our driveway wider and then he is going to fix that drain problem. DawgDaddy says we should be moving out there the first week in May. Every-bully keep your paws crossed for us. We can’t wait!

LizzaBella aka Izzy, the spinning foster Bully we have here is doing alot better. Her tail is almost healed up and she is learning even more about playing like a real dog does. DawgMom took a couple of pictures of her out in the yard that sunny day and in the house playing with Cissy the Chiwawa Chawaawaa Messican Taco Bell Dawg. DawgMom even caught her in the middle of shakin her head, look at that funny face! She still has to wear that Frankiestein collar once in a while cause she still gets extra excited and tries to get her tail, but she doesn’t have to wear it as much as she used to. She’s put on 3 pounds since we brought her home too! She’s even learned how to sleep upside down like the rest of us Bullies do, see her peekin one eye at DawgMom while she’s takin the picture? BOL

Shakin that basketball

Shakin that basketball

Check my funny face!

Check my funny face!

Bully style sleepin

Bully style sleepin

That’s about all that’s been happening around here lately, but DawgMom says if the sky doesn’t leak this weekend, we get to go out and hunt some rocks for Pedro to put in his coffee table! We can’t wait. Besides, I think Cissy has a little bit of a crush on Pedro, she said he was one good lookin Chiwawa Chawaawa Messican Dang it! Taco Bell Dawg! Go check out his blog and check out his brother Ziggy’s blog  too. They’re pretty cool dudes!

Now, I have to get my bee-ootie sleep, but I’ll leave you with a picture of me with DawgMom when I was little.

Wasn't I cute when I was little?

Wasn't I cute when I was little?

Later taters,

I didn’t do it! I swear!

March 20, 2009

DawgMom & DawgDaddy had to go out to our house in the woods the other night to check on some pro’lems that the workers called about. They were none too happy when they left either, something about the foundashuns needin work and water comin in and the worker said mold. We don’t know about all that, but we do know, they weren’t happy when they left. DawgMom was tellin DawgDaddy to remember that our floor man tends to ‘xaggerate things and try not to be too upset til they get there and look at it fer themselves.

Crack & Mess that was behind the tub

Crack & Mess that was behind the tub

Close up of crack

 
As you can see, it turned out like DawgMom hoped and it wasn’t as bad as they thought thank goodness.  There is a crack there, but it hasn’t gone all the way through the wall and what the worker thought might be mold was really some junk that they had used behind the shower part of the tub, it was just black tar stuff, not mold. DawgDaddy had a foundashuns man come out there with them to look it all over cause that’s his job and he said it’s not gonna be too bad to fix. They can get the stuff to seal the crack and put some other kind of sealer on the whole block wall. So the foundashuns man will be there Tues with his big ol earth diggin machine to start fixin some kind of french drain to keep the water away from our house. The foundashuns man is gonna make the road goin to our house wider too so we can take our house on wheels up in there. That made DawgMom and DawgDaddy very happy. At least until they got back home to us and found this:
Stolen stash

Stolen stash

And then they found this:
Pappy crate pan surfin

Pappy crate pan surfin

We was just tryin to cheer them up. Cissy or Peggy Sue or both were coffee table surfin and stole DawgMom’s Cinnamon Mentos. Then they ATE them! Well, not really ate them, but they licked all the hot stuff off them. I was just tryin to have some fun of my own, makin up the new game I call Crate Pan Surfin. It’s kinda like snow boardin, only without snow and I use the crate pan out of my big Master Bedroom. I’m not tellin whether it was Cissy or Peggy Sue cause they’ll be mean to me  and they won’t tell either. See if you can tell which one done it?
Peggy Sue ain't tellin

Peggy Sue ain't tellin

Cissy ain't tellin either

Cissy ain't tellin either

That is how they always act when anything in the house goes wrong, they figure DawgMom or DawgDaddy will blame it on a Bull Terrier anyway. Little Brats! I can tell you NONE of us did THIS!
big, honkin hole in the kitchen

big, honkin hole in the kitchen

The plumber guy did that! Our bowl washer broke and we couldn’t get a new one fer 2 days.  The plumber guy came and took the old one out and turned off our hot water in the kitchen. DawgMom was not happy about that cause that meant she had to wash our bowls like this:
Bowls in the bathtub

Bowls in the bathtub

in the bathtub! It was hard fer her to do with her Degenitf Diskes Diseez that she has cause it hurt her back real bad. But she did cause she loves us and didn’t want us to have dirty bowls. Now if one of us had made that big honkin hole in the kitchen like that, we woulda been in big trouble, but you know what they did to the plumber guy?? They paid the dude! Paid him money! How fair is that? We woulda been in time out big time, we certainly would not have been paid with food or treats fer our work!  Anyways, that is the kind of week we’ve had here at our house. How was yer week??

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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