Raising The Reuf

Friday, May 18, 2012

Teu Frisbee or Naught Teu Frisbee

Teu Frisbee

Leap fur her.

Chase her down.

Prance wif her.

Bring her back.

Beat her teu the drop.

For see her angle.

Leap fur her dissent.

Wrestle her teu the ground.

Lay wif her.

Chase her round yeur back.

Drop her like a bad date.
Aff ter all... there iss a blade of grass on yeur back.

And aff ter teu sessions of Frisbee lessons, the Mom filmed the fird.

Naught Teu Frisbee

Though naught as catchy...

This bideo shood per haps be called

'Teu Snack or Naught Teu Snack'

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Fursday Fings

It habs been a berry long week,
and so I bid Yeu...

Habby Fursday!

What, Yeu may ask, habs made this a long week?

Whell, it is on a counta I gots my own self in the berry deep troubles, but let's naught diss cuss that right now. In the stead, let's talk a bout...

Fings In My Yard

We habs these really tall perrenials what are common in the arts and crafts style gardens. I deu naught know what is the name, butt be fore the blooms open, they look like this.

And then ass the blooms bloom,
they look like this.

And then when the blooms haff fully bloomed,
they look like this.

They are pretty and all so pink.

And then ober here in this corner,
let me show Yeu this odder blooming fing...

This iss my blooming Texas Sage.
It iss teu huge fur the bed,
butt it iss teu pretty teu cut back.

Ob course as Yeu can see,

Spring... Her Flora and Her creatures...
are libbing it up in My Yard.

Whell, mostly...

And now I spose I shood splain

the berry bad fing
what I did deu...

I... did... commit...
*gulp*

burd murder.

And all most as bad...
I ett it.

My the Mom whas sad and diss appointed wif me.
She whas sickened and diss gussted.

Eben berrily so...
She habs for gibben me...
on a counta she is my the Mom.

She iss still worried a bout my innerds.
And she is gibbin me pumpkin wif my foods.

So much for my diet...
*chuckle*

Friday, May 11, 2012

A Trip By Any Other Name

I deu lubbs me a trip!

Going any where wif my the Mom is juss tops.

I go pretty many playces,

so I deu habs eckspecktayshuns,

and I deu all so habs fabe oritts...

but mostly,
I am just habby teu
G-O

And so in my book,
a trip to the V-E-T...
is still a trip what I lubbs!!!

It iss kinda blurry,
but here iss me lighting up the waiting reum
wif my win sum smile!

There whas all so smells teu be in vestigated.

And then the Mom finks I shood demon strate
my CGC training...
So here is me 'settle' ing.

Here is me proofing I can deu it.

And here is me, habby to hear the R word...
'R E L E A S E'

one ob my fabe oritt words really.

It whas kind ob a slow day in the waiting reum,

so I whas habby teu hear my name called...

The Check-Up

And like a well trained boy,

I did hop right up onto the big silver 'box'...

I fought it whas like hopping onto a box in agility,

but this box came wif slight hyeumilly-ashun...

the a nnouncement of my weight.

78 POUNDS

Are Yeu kidding me?

I habs been eating diet feuds and all so working out...
And I habs lost only one stinking pound???

Perhaps we need to re-bisit my a ppearance...

Perhaps I am slender abbter all...

Perhaps my head is bigger than the aberage boy...

Or perphaps I am simply hebby boned...

I recubber from the shock of habbing my weight tooken,
and fink...

Did someone drop some treats here?

And if only the add venture habs juss stopped there, but no...

I habs no problem eckspressing my self from the front end,

butt I whas tooken teu the back reum teu express my self from the back end...

and all so teu gibbs up some samples.

And when I came back, I fought it best teu just...

Be a good boy.

Dogtor Mark did berry soon come in and gibbs me the once ober, a berry forough look see and all so four shots.

Ebbery fing look and all sound good teu him. I did habbs some stuff on my back toofies what he fink cood be tooken off wif a no aunty-feezha toofy cleaning.

I all so did habbs some itty bitty bumpies what are coming and going, and Dogtor Mark look at them all. He say they are 'pustular dermatitis' what are resolving their own self.

The Mom's Big Fing

The Mom [wheu whorries a bout her sweet boy] posed the question a bout my physical condition and all so the sport of agility in general. My the Mom ecksplained teu him that whee juss wanna deu it fur fun. [Teu tell treuf, the Mom iss berry worried a bout me hurting my self. She iss looking fur reason teu pull me from the class what I habs habbily enrolled my own self]

My the Dogtor Mark pushed and pulled on me, front and back and all ober the playce... and then he said:

Reufus shows no sign of pain or diss comfort.
Reufus habs ecksellent range of moe shun.
Dogs are designed teu be affletes.
Dogs lubbs teu be challenged in affletick ways.
If I am ebber injured, agility shood be suspended until I am cleared by my the Dogtor Mark. And this is my only restrickshun. Wheu Heu!!!
Pawty On!!! [Whell, tecknickully... the Dogtor Mark did naught say this.]

All in all...

A Trip teu the V-E-T...
by any other name iss still...
A Trip!

I lubbs going wif my the Mom teu any where.

I whill trade teu be poked and prodded...

fur staying home a lone...

any day ob the week!!!

Butt... It iss still good teu know that the trolley
is berry most likely heading home!

Home
Second to playces I get to go...
Home is the berry best!!!

The V-E-T bisit made fur a kinda long day.
I whas berry glad teu get home and drowsily embrace my the ebening...

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Mom Habbs a Stick on Her Head

My the Mom is kind ob silly.
And she some times does silly fings like...
balance a stick on her head.

*smirk*

My lip sticks on my toofies some times and my the Mom finks it iss really funny, and when she starts laughing... whell, so deu I!

Hard teu be serious wif a silly the Mom

How long is she going teu keep that fing on her head??? It hass quite a nice curve to it, juss right to hug her noggin. It cood potenchully be up there fur a while...