Posts Tagged ‘Raw Diet’

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??

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!

“The Papster”

February 4, 2009

So, today DawgMom says I can play on the computer, I say it’s about time! Just because I am the baby around here does that mean I have to be last at everything? Why can’t we go by weight, then I’d get to be first since I weigh the most. Oh well, I’m over it.

Today you get    “Everything you always wanted to know about “The Papster” & then some”

I’ll be a whole year old on the 25th of this month! Can you believe it? A year already, boy time sure does fly. I’m a born and bred Tennessee Bullie. I am brindle and white and DawgMom says I’m just boo-ti-mous (like I didn’t know that already) I am 4th generation raw fed, I have never had kibble, I don’t even know what kibble is. I eat all kinds of meat. One of my favorite things is a turkey drumstick. DawgMom just hands it to me and I crunch away. mmmmm boy are they good!  You can look at my coat and tell how good that raw meat makes me look. All of us eat raw diet, not just us Bullies. It’s way good!

Playin wif my sister, Peggy Sue

Playin wif my sister, Peggy Sue

That’s me with my sister Peggy Sue, she’s 3 weeks older than I am, she’s a Toy Poodle. I’m 9 weeks old in that picture and we are showing DawgMom just what we think a pee-pad should be used for……Tug-o-War. It’s! the! best! When it rips, little pieces of white fluff go all over the place! Now before you go makin fun of her being a Toy Poodle, us Bullies have taught her real good, she is really a Bull Terror in a funny lookin coat. She even hucklebutts, well she tries to anyways.

I swear it wasn't me!

I swear it wasn't me!

 Why does she always think it was me??? Just because something goes wrong around here does NOT mean a Bullie did it. Really, it doesn’t! There ARE other dogs living here ya know.  Sheesh! Besides how can you look at that face up there and even think I did anything wrong?

Cover me up please

Cover me up please

 See, I’m not a trouble-maker, well only always sometimes. I can cover my own self up when I go to bed, now how many other dogs do that? Besides, DawgMom thinks it’s cute when I do that and I do stuff like that to get my way always want to do things that make DawgMom laugh cause I’m a good boy.

DawgMom says this is a 'profile shot'

DawgMom says this is a 'profile shot'

I don’t know why DawgMom is always making me turn my head sideways to take a picture, then she goes on about sending them to Gramma Vicki and Gramma Janice. I mean, they seem to get the biggest kick out of it. I just don’t understand, I AM a Bull Terrier, and Bull Terriers are supposed to HAVE “egg” heads, not just BE eggheads.  DawgMom says I’m 10.5 months old in that picture getting lovin from DawgDaddy so you can see my “egg” head.

What? I'm helpin!

What? I'm helpin!

 I am also a very good helper. See? I help with the laundry all the time, when I was little I would get in the dryer and make sure it didn’t eat any socks, I would look all around in there then tell Mom it was all clear, no socks. Now, I’m too big to get my whole self in there, so I just stick my head in there and look around. I also help her fold the clothes and put them all around the room instead of in one or two big piles. I’m a good helper.

Playin in the big hotel bed at the Silver Woods

Playin in the big hotel bed at the Silver Woods

DawgMom says my bestest job I do is make her laugh and I’m really good at doing that. When we went to the Silver Woods in Orlando last year, we got to stay in a big old room that was just mine, and Darla’s and DawgMom’s. Nobody else was there and we got to play on the bed all we wanted without sharing. I thought it would be funny to make a tent, but Darla wouldn’t help me, so I only got part of my big old self under the covers. DawgMom laughed and laughed and that made me do it even more. Oh, and DawgMom said since Nigel could post a shot like that, I could post one too,  but since I haven’t learned how to read those magazines that Nigel reads, I just roll around and play.

So, now that you’ve met all us Bullies that live here in NE TN with DawgMom and DawgDaddy, maybe soon you can meet some of the other creatures and dogs that live here with us.

Until next time DawgMom lets me have the computer,

Hucklebutts,

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)