Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Good Bye Winter!!! Hello Spring!!!

Hello again, it's me Prince showing off my winter weather look. I love the snow and chasing snowballs. I get a little confused when my hoomans throw the ball and it disappears in a puff of snow. I am always happy to be outside as you can tell by my picture. Well my other brothers from a different mother want to get their 2 cents in. Since I am the boss, I will give them a little blog time to tell their story.

Hello everypup, it is I the most handsome Bailey. As you can tell, I really enjoy the cold weather because I am part Husky. I run and play and never get cold. I am even winning the race against my bigger brother Ruger in this picture. Finally some evidence.

Rugamoose here, don't listen to my smaller, slower brother Bailey. What he failed to mention was that he did not run all the way to the fence, but turned around half way there. As you can tell in Exibit B, I run so fast that I fly. There is no way that Bailey can run that fast.

Winter put up a good fight, but eventually lost the war. Congratulations on holding out as long as you did winter. We had some fun during the snow, but it is now time for you to go. Spring is almost here, we want long walkees in the park and some fun in the sun with the schwimm pool.
We are ready for a pool party, bring on the sun.

We are patiently waiting for the weather to warm up so we can go camping and fishing. Bring on the warm weather and new adventures.

So long everypup, looking forward to warmer weather!







Friday, February 19, 2010

Pup Cakes and Celebrations All Around

Hello Puppers-Princee here! This past weekend Momma decided to celebrate the arrival of me on this very same weekend in 2002. We also did a late celebration of Bailey's Mango Minster bad dog win. Pictured here is my very own yummerlicious pupcake....
Our human girlfriend Haley even came to help make our pupcakes.

I did my best to clean the bowl.......

MMMMMM! All for us!



Here we are waiting patiently for our taste test.


These apple carrot pupcakes are just waiting to cool.


Mom decorated them with yummy puppy safe frosting and festive little brightly colored bones.


Momma those smell so wonderful I just had to rest my nose on the table so I could really take in the scent .....

Princee gets the very first treat- You know age and beauty first!


Nom, Nom, Nom............

Treats for everyone!


Last but not least, Bailey and I tried to talk Momma into letting us play pin the tail on Ruger, but Momma was afraid we might hurt him, so instead we leave you with a picture of his handsome rump!



Have a wonderful day every pup and be sure to tell your momma's you would also like your very own yummer pup cakes to snack on!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Bad Sport Bailey


The Honorable Judge Ike has all the Bad Sport Participants of Mango Minster to post on our blogs why we deserve to hold this distinguished title. Well Judge Ike, you are about to learn why I'm the Dog for the title. I hope you can bear with us long enough to read our bad sport stories.


I present to you Judge Ike Exhibit 1: The fact there are not very many pics of me being a bad sport because my Mom usually has to hang her head in shame and get the heck out of wherever we are before someone catches me.


Exhibit#2 My wonderful spring photo. Momma should have known I was up to no good with that look on my face!


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This Photo was taken just seconds before I went cracker dog. I posed for my picture and then whipped around and got a few good digs in on the public garden, leaving a huge hole before Mom could pull me away. That's what she gets for making me pose in front of those girly dog tulips!


Exhibit #3 I go demon dog if one of my brothers attempts to get near my toys.



Exhibit 4: A picture of my snacks.



Yes, that's correct -I would nibble on my kitty sistas if Mom would just give me the opportunity!
They are just walking dog treats that just live to tease me!

Exhibit 5: My long winded and terrible bad sport story.
I am telling you this story because my momma and dad said I was a very bad dog during one nice summer weekend last year; even though, I thought this was the bestest weekend ever. It all began when we went camping like we always do on nice weekends. We loaded up and headed to the place with lots of trees by the big scwim pool (lake). Arriving excitedly we started barking at the campground entrance to let all the other pups know we were finally here. Mom and dad had to get us unpacked and set up camp while we waited impatiently in the truck, because we are not much help setting up the floppy house. Now that we were here it was time for me to go to work protecting my hoomans and foodables from raccoons, snakes, deer, and other feisty four legged creatures. Once we were unpacked and ready to relax, mom and dad wanted to take us for a walk around the scwim pool (2 miles around). When we got back it was after dark and we wanted to relax by the fire before bed. After walking the perimeter of our camp ground three times, I decided that all was well and nothing was gonna bother our foodables for awhile. Mom and dad gave me a twenty-five foot lead so I could guard the perimeter of the camp. (All of us doggies have to be on leashes because of the campground rules.) After everyone went to bed and the fire burned down, I decided that the area needed a complete walk through so I stretched my lead as far as it would go. Apparently my collar decided it did not want to be attached to me anymore and fell to the ground. I thought this was a perfect time to check out all the other parts of the campground and make sure everyone was safe. I was crawling through the underbrush and came around the corner of the floppy house in the camping area next to us. A nice lady reading a book by the fireside screamed “Oh My God, It’s a bear!” Momma heard this lady back at our campsite and just laughed because we are in Illinois and Momma knows there are no bears here. The shrieking lady said there was a bear so I got the heck outta there. I moved up the trail terrorizing everyone as I came rushing out of the underbrush. I decided it was time to go back to my floppy house before someone died of a heart attack. Once I got there, I could smell mom right inside and all I wanted was a good scratch so I leaned against the floppy house until I touched her. She started talking to dad and she said OMG I think that lady was right because something huge just sat on me from the outside of the tent! Dad said it is not a bear because the dogs would raise the alarm, but there was no sound from the dogs. Momma was all worried something had eaten the puppies, so Dad got up and opened the floppy house and I barged right in because everyone was yelling there was a bear siting. Once I was in the floppy house and had my belly scratched, I curled up on the floor and promptly went to sleep. Mom realized at that point my lead and collar were missing from my neck! Apparently when mom and dad got up the next morning, everyone was talking about this black bear that came through the campgrounds last night. Our camping neighbor told mom and dad all about the black bear cub that went through her campsite at which point Mom realized from her description that it was me that everyone was describing. The next two nights I was allowed to sleep inside the floppy house with mom and dad along with my two brothers from another mother. When the weekend was over we quietly went home and kept the secret of Bailey “ the Bear” to ourselves lest we get kicked out of the campground permanently.
As if my antics at the campground weren't enough, I present the rest of my story:
We finally arrived home after camping all weekend. We were really tired so momma and dad let us stay in the house while they unpacked all the camping foodables. Momma and dad went to take a nap and thought that the s’mores would be safe on the pantry shelf. I woke up to a wonderful smell of chocolate so I went to investigate the intoxicating aroma. I found the six pack of Hershey bars within easy reach on the pantry shelf so I got them down. You know what goes good with chocolate are graham crackers and marshmallows which were also within easy reach on the same shelf. After I got my s’mores ingredients on the floor all I needed to do was figure out how to open the packages while not waking my sleeping brothers. After carefully and quietly opening the chocolate, marshmallows, and the graham crackers it was finally time for me to have sssss’mores. Up until this point, I had never had s’mores because chocolate is bad for dogs or so I was told. I ate all six chocolate bars, two packages of graham crackers and almost a whole bag of marshmallows before I could not eat anymore. Mmmmmmm! This was heaven. I thought I did a good job of cleaning up the mess, but apparently I was mistaken. Momma and Dad found a few rogue marshmallows scattered around the house, all my chocolate wrappers under the edge of the couch licked completely clean, and my empty box from the graham crackers under the table because cardboard is not a foodable! Mom and dad were really upset with me and thought I might need to go to Dr. Randy because of all the chocolate I ate. I had never felt better and all I wanted to do was play. This just goes to show you that just because peoples don’t want to share their chocolate they will tell you it will make you sick. I don’t believe them and I am living proof that you can smell your chocolate and eat it too.
P.S. Dr. Randy told me chocolate is bad for dogs, so I guess I will have to believe him….He is a Dr. after all.

Well Judge Ike and all my other doggie friends- I hope our evidence kept you on the edge of your doggie seats and we will patiently await your verdict. In the meantime, I had a great time recounting some of my bad dog antics . Well I'm off to find Momma. Maybe she will take me with her while she does her walk of shame!

Sincerely,
Bailey the Bad

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

We've had a tough summer and fall but now we're back!

Hello every puppers!
Well it's been quite awhile since we blogged, but now we're back better than ever hopefully! We will be sharing some of our summer fun and get back to living up to our names as soon as the momma can possibly type our bloggie. We've had a rough year too and the Mommy and Daddy had to devote a lot of time to carrying for our bestest brother prince who suffered a brain aneurysm and required lots of special love and attention. Unfortunately there is not a doggie neurologist anywhere near where we live and so Momma and Daddy worked with our favorite Vet Dr. Randy and got our sweet older brother back to functioning capacity and almost up to full speed. A stranger would hardly notice a problem except for he's a little slower but Momma owes that to him almost being ten years old! We saw our buddy Mango is hosting another great Mangominster and we can't wait to dig through our photos and possibly participate! Tonight We saw Biggie Z is hosting the santioned event Dog pile, so we told Momma she should take a picture of our princee poo modeling his pile. ;-) He loves to be the center of attention and we all laughed as we piled our toys on him for this picture:


Prince was a really good sport, although he looked somewhat confused since he was unsure why his toys were attacking him while he napped. Also, we told Momma we need skinnier toys next time because our fat head toys just don't want to stay on Princee. Mom laughed because she told us it reminded her of some movie named E.T. when she was a kid. Prince reminded her of when the E.T. hid amongst all the stuffed animals. We'll just assume Mom is old since we don't have any idea of what she is talking about. Anyways, hope to be visiting all the bloggies soon!

(Momma note: Prince suffered from a Brain Aneurysm last July and has had a long recovery. Hence, we have only stopped by blogland occassionally to see what everyone was up too. Although this diagnosis sounds very scary, Prince is recovering very well! It began when we noticed small deficits in his sight and motor activity over a day or two and then one morning he woke up and could do nothing but walk in a circle until the point at which he would lie on his side and continue as though he were walking. After rushing him to our ever vigilant vet, he told us that he thought at first Prince was suffering from a farely rare illness of older dogs (I forget the name) but it is where their senses become confused due to an inner ear issue. It usually clears up after a few days of sedation and few weeks of treatment. However after undergoing sedation and few weeks of treatment, Prince began to regain his function and move correctly but extremely slowly. It was at this point the Vet was more easily able to assess his motor skills and fully realized that he had suffered an aneurysm. As a result he had only about 20% of his eyesight, but was able to move around fine as long as we didn't rearrange the furniture. He has slowly gained all his cognitive and motor functions back and maneuvers quite well. I even think he has gained more of his eyesight back as this became apparent when he actually attempted to fetch a ball and run with the other dogs recently. Unfortunately, he still has selective hearing!

Hope everyone is doing well and feel free to give us a bark as to what has been going on lately!

The land of Lincoln Labbies- Prince, Baily, and Ruger