OTIS!

Lastest weekend, wes got to see our cousin otis. He came'n for an overnight visit! He is a very cute lab puppy:



Course, even though he's just a puppy, he's 'bout as big as me-n-Sadie!

He's awso very special--He only has three legs! He jumped from a wearry high thing when he was little, and shattered one of his legs. (his daddy, our uncle, tried to catch him, but couldn't. that made him wearry sad for a while, til Otis got better).



That doesn't matter, though, cuzen he is fun to play wif!





Awso, just so everyone knows that my mum is fair--she let's boff me-n-Sadie on the couch wiff her. I wuv it!



wuv,
Boatie

November

Well, November was a very busy month. We had no time to blog. First, our parents went to SLC for a weekend, and left us with Gramma for the weekend! Gramma has a nice big back yard and golfers come by to visit. I sometimes go sit by the green and wait for treats, but Gramma doesn't like this and makes me come back in the yard.

The next weekend, Mom, Gramma and we took a very long car trip. We drove all the way to Sheridan, Wyoming to visit our uncle Michael and his two dogs, Oreo and Zip.

This is the three of them:



Oreo is a nine year old JRT.



Zip is just a little blue heeler mix puppy. She was only 12 weeks old on our visit. She sure is cute, and she would try to herd us around her house.




Then, the four of us to another long car trip. We drove from Sheridan to Denver, Colorado to visit our aunt Amanda (she doesn't have any dogs). We stayed in a motel room. It was great; we got our own bed:



Then, Gramma left back to Boise on a plane, and our daddy flew in. We spent Thanksgiving at our great-aunt Cher's house. It was great. The best part is---IT SNOWED. I love the snow, see:



Of course, aunt Cher has a doggy named Chachi. She is a really old pomeranian. She does not like to play with us, but I tried. She wouldn't even let me cuddle on aunt Cher's lap with her.



Things were pretty fun. We got to see our uncle Bo (he's the one who taught me to take naps on the couch). He likes Boatey and me, too.



Of course, sometimes things were boring:




After the festivities, we drove all the way back to Boise in one day. That was a very long day, and we were all very tired. I decided that a nap with mom was in order:





Cheers,
Sadie (and Boatey)

Airedale or Pekingese???

Wast nite, is kepted putting my paw by the compooter twying to bwog, but Sadie was hoggin it. Just cuz she camed fwist--sheesh.

Anyway, wast night we wented for a vewy nice walk in our favorite park--the one wif the waterin hole from an earlier blog. Well, we wunned into a guy and hearded him talking to mum. Hewe's what he said.

Guy: Are your dogs brother and sister?
Mum: No, they are both female and are not at all related, just the same breed.
Guy: Well, the Pekingnese are such a nice breed. They are very cute. (The he walks on).

I noticed mum turned and watched him go wif a funny wook on hers face.

So, whenen we's got home,i 'cided to figwure out why mum thoughted that guy was so cwazy.

Here is a pekingese:



So, no wonder mum thoughted that guy was so cwazy! We are Airedales, and Airedales are nothing like Pekingese!! See:

Catching up (with lots of pictures)

Okay, mum has been very bad about getting the pictures off of the camera and onto the computer so we could blog. We had a couple of posts started, but have since decided to abandon them in favor of this rather long post.

So, Boatey learned a new trick--eating from a kong.





(Boatey: man, these thingies is gweat. They's fulls of yummmy stuff. I nevwer knewed that life could be sooooo good! Why didn't I's catch onto this sooner?!?!?)

This development has upset me greatly. Previously, mum would fill two kongs with peanut butter, cottage cheese and kibble, but Boatey would abandon hers, leaving me with two delictable treats. Now, I am left to suffer with a single kong:



Of course, I still manage, somehow, to enjoy my measly, single kong:





(Mum's note: the kongs are a bribe--they give me a few minutes to do yoga without the dogs running between my legs and licking my face)

Now, earlier this week, we had a lovely hike. It had rained all weekend, but the sun came out just in time for the hoomans to go back to work. Fortunately, mum loves hiking almost as much as we do. The trail we took is one of my particular favorites. It has lovely depressions along the way--perfect for catching rainwater and creating PUDDLES. Now, I do not get too excited about much, but I LOVE PUDDLES. Well, on Tuesday, Boatey and I got way ahead of mum when we knew a puddle was coming up. When she couldn't see us, we played a lovely game of biteyface. Our particular version of bitey face involves attempting to swallow the other's face and then flipping her over. We had a lovely time. Then, an awful thing happened. When we got home, mum decided to bathe us! She muttered something about mud clods hanging from our furnishings and having just vacuumed. I don't see a problem, but she seems to think she is in control!











(mum's note: The only way to bathe Boatey is to get into the tub with her. She is still terrified of running water. We suspect someone turned a hose on her as punishment or that she was left under sprinklers when she was left in a kennel by her previous "owner." This bath went pretty well. I was able to just sit on the edge of the tub with her between my legs as opposed to having to sit down in the tub and hug her tight while her papa shampooed her all up! Yeah Boatey!!!!)

Surprise

Our friends Ellie & Harley gave us a great surprise!





This helped get us throught waiting for dad. He is now home safe and sound. (Don't worry, he gave us lots of pets and scratches to make up for leaving us all weekend.)

We have decided to pass this on to our Boston Buddies, Ozzie and Rocky!

We miss our Daddy!!

Our daddy left for the weekend to wisit wif his famiwy. He's calwwed us wots, but it's not the sames as havin him heres to pway wif us. Wast nite, mum took us to the doggie pwark. It was fun, but when daddy wasn't home whenen we gots back, it was wery, wery uspsettin!!

My sisdale, Sadie, just went n pouwted! Seees what i mean:



i's waited fur daddy a looooooooooooon time, but then my eyes gots wearry, wearry heapy:



Mum says dad will be back tomorrow. I cant's waipt.

Boatey

I love stuffies

It is well established that I love stuffies. Yesterday, after a lovely romp at the dog park, I decided to relax with my collection.







Cheers,
Sadie

(mum note: sorry about the photo quality. Dad is gone for the weekend, and he took the camera with him. We girls have been forced into using a camera phone)

Saturday was a no-good-very-bad day (but Sunday was fun)

To be fair, Saturday started out as a lovely day. Dad took us to meet up with some doggie friends. It had rained the night before, so there were plenty of good, dead worms to roll in!! Boatey found a great spot and guarded it fiercely--she would even let our buddy Joey (a pom) near it! He was smart to leave--Boatey's mouth is larger than his entire body.

Then, something awful happened. The hoomans decided we needed groomed. Boatey is finally learning that grooming does not equal death. She looks lovely in her new do:



My story does not have such a happy ending. Now, I do not mind the clippers, but I detest the scissors. There is simply no reason that those horrible things need ever come near my face. However, as I tried for the one-hundredth time to let my parent know that I HATE scissors--well, the most awful, dreaded, horrible event happened. Mum's hand slipped as I was tossing my head in disgust. I went from this magnificient, gorgeous, beautiful 'dale with tremendous scruffles:




To this:



Now, Mum claims it needed to look like this because at least this look is even. I am almost so humiliated that I don't want to leave the house. Almost.

On Sunday evening, the hoomans coaxed us out of the house with the promise of a hike. We adore hiking. This was just a quick hike on some off-leash trails at a park in town.





However, it wasn't very busy, so we could play chase.





And we got loads of pets along the way!



Also, near the end of the loop is a delightful waterhole.



So, as you can see, this weekend was like an oreo. The outsides were good, but the middle was something entirely different.

Cheers,
Sadie (who cannot wait for her hair to grow back).

Carnage

Now as you know, we girls like our stuffies. However, sometimes our baser instincts kick in and we much de-squeakey a stuffie or two. Please note: Graphic image follows. Younger viewers may wish to leave the room.*




*no real animals were harmed in the making of this blog, but one stuffed hippo suffered a decapitation!

yoga dales

After work, our mum comes home and plays with us for a few minutes. Then its into the living room for yoga. We love the living room, but sometimes it is just hard to let her have enough peace and quiet to practice her yoga. Instead, we want to practice!!




















Of course, our mum has taught us that the most important part of any practice is svasana (final relaxation).

Car Game

Maggie and Mitch tagged us to play this very cool game.
It's what kind of vehicle you are; you have to think of what type of vehicle your personality most resembles.

Sadie: Although knowledgeable about most subjects, I was uncertain about this particular subject. I view cars as a means to transport me to amusing places and never consider their personality. Therefore, I consulted with my father. He promtply said that I was a:


I am lean and love to run. Plus, I am the kind of dog that makes people turn their heads for another look.

Boatey: I's luv cars. They's the bestest thing in the whole wide world. I love riding in them, letting my head hang out the window, my earses fwapping in the breeze! I also askded my daddy what kinda car I should be. He said:


He wasn't sure if I should be black or silver, though, so I choosed silver. I runs soooooooo fast, I looks like a streak, and silver seemed more likes a streak to me's.

Hi-Jinks (Again)

Recently, I've decideded that the toes of white socks are yummy--clean or dirpty, they's yummy. Well, last night my daddy slipped a nice fresh pair into his bag. He left the bag ons the bedroom floor and it wasn't zipped. After the lights went out ('cept for my nightlight--gots to have that 'cuz i's scared of the dark), i slipped off my bed and took that bundle of socks.

Course, I was foiled. Before I could have my mid-night snack, daddy slipped out of bed and noticed me "cuddling" the socks. (it looked all cute, but I was just warming them up so's they'd taste yummier!)

Boatey

(mum's note: yes, Boatey really is scared of the dark. She would pace and refuse to sleep at night. Then, after a visit to her gramma's, where there is a nightlight and she slept all night long, we put a night light in our room. Now she lays down and sleeps all night)

Hi-Jinks

Well, I've improffed on a game my sisdale Sadie taughted me. You see, every afternoon mom comes home and puts her walkin clothes on the bed while she hangs up her work clothes. Now, a longlonglonglonglonglong time ago, I leart that it's okay to grab her socks off of the bed and then make her try to take them. (BTW, she gets rearry mad if you do this wif her pantyhose or suitpants when she's gettin ready for work. I don't like whenen she goes to work, but she says she has to pay for our dog food somehow. Neither Sadie or I's do this game wif work clothes--We's very smart 'dales and we know the difference. )

Anway, on to the improffments. Yesterday, I grabbed the socks, but then I spotted something white underneath. Now, I have seen mom put this on under her shirt, and I know she wears it walkin. I figured, if'n socks are fun, wouldn't this thing be fun to take. You got it. I grabbed it in my big white teef and danced down the hall. Mom started to call my name, and tell me to get back--but NO!! I was dancin round the island in the kitchen, with my mom's BRA in my mouf. I tells you, it was a fun, fun,fun game. I wonder if she will leave it one the bed again soon, so'in I's can make laps wif it?

(Mum note: there will be no pictures of this incident, as I wasn't about to become a topless photographer!! By the time I got my shirt on, she had dropped the very slimey undergarment on the kitchen floor and returned to the socks)