THE WORLD IS MY POTTY

My mommy keeps making a big deal of where I use the potty. I can't please her. The carpet looks like dog poop on its best day with shades of dark brown, medium brown, and beige in random shapes. I'm just doing her a favor and she doesn't appreciate it. For awhile, I pooped on the tile floor and then moved under the dining table where she had to get down on her hands and knees to clean it up. I thought I was helping her by moving it to the living room behind the sofa, but people walk behind the sofa and they have such poor senses, they just step in it and then things hit the fan.
I'm a little tired of being told to go to my potty in the bathroom. I'll go where I please. She is not the boss of me.
Did you check out that red weenie, so called "Ruby the Good Weiner of the South"? Well, let me tell you something about that b---h! She came for a sleep over one time and she barfed all the way from Houston. So soon as she got here, she had to have a bath. I say, "if you don't want a bath, don't barf on yourself". She wouldn't go potty outside, but then who does? I sure don't. Anything could happen to you out there, when you have your guard down. Anyway, not to get off the subject, when it was bedtime, that red, you know what, peed on my mommy's guest bed, quilt, featherbed, sheets and everything. Well, one day, after everything was cleaned up, I got up there and peed too. After all I thought it was the right thing to do. Ruby is older than me and should be my role model. According to the way my mommy acted, this was not acceptable behavior.
I'm in the dog house again.

FROM HEIDI

I am so tired tonight. We had to get up at about 6:15 this morning. I had company all day and not a moment to relax and sleep. I was once even picked up by my hind legs. I didn't like it and my mommy really freaked. I'm a fragile little dog and while I may come on like a buzz saw to other people, I want to be treated as if I could break.
I gave them all a merry run one day this week when I got out about 3 times. My mommy uses that "cookie" routine on me all the time to get me to come back in. I guess she doesn't think I know she is just putting dry dog food (ugh!) in my freeze dried liver tin and calling it a "cookie".
Sometimes I don't know how she sleeps at night beause of the ways she fools me to keep me inside, or thinking I'm going to the store with her, or other interesting things I want and need to do.
As the youngest child, doesn't she know I'm the one who will probably pick out her nursing home? She is about due too. In dog years she is old! old! old!

Heidi sleeps around

Yes, she does. I'm not joking. Today she wasn't in her bed when I got up, she was in the living room sleeping in a chair I don't sit in. Last night she was in her bed while I was on the computer. This afternoon she was sleeping in a chair beside the computer when I was online. Now she is sleeping under the computer desk. Earlier in the afternoon, she was sleeping on the couch. She has been very mellow today.

The last of Rita

I am among the fortunate in that I feel I have felt the last of Rita. True, I have a small tree down in my yard, but that is nothing. My mother's power was off until 6 tonight from 7:30 Saturday morning. I could not get her out of her house to stay with me or my brother, even though we had power. I finally called TXU this afternoon and they said not until Tuesday for that street. I explained I had a sick and elderly mother who refused to leave her home. I can't tell if that helped or not, but I did find out there was an elderly man alone on the same street who was also refusing to leave.

TROPICAL STORM RITA

Glad that it has been downgraded and hopefully the worst of the damage is over. TV cable out so I can't see shots of damage yet. Don't know if I want to, but you look in spite of yourself.
Shelters full here and running out of food. People encouraged to stay put until it is safe to go home. I know it is hard to wait in a shelter, but you may not have any of the amenities at home we have become all too used to. Gas will be a major problem getting back home, but at least you won't be being chased by Rita this time.

Hurricane Rita

Heidi and I are worried. Our family didn't make it out of Houston in time. Now there is no gas and it is perilous to travel. I don't think anybody understood what it would do to the roads coming up from the coast. That is just an enormous amount of vehicles all trying to go basically north. Even though there was plenty of warning, what has happened was more than most of us were able to comprehend. I hope we make it through this disaster without the loss of life and property we experienced just weeks ago.
Our hearts were touched by what those poor people went through, experiencing horrific hardships and with their family's and loved ones being wrenched apart and especially not knowing if they are dead or alive. And still, we were not even on the road to recovery from that when so many of those people were uprooted once again.
We should all pray for healing from these natural disasters. And we should also pray that these hardships and losses will bring us closer together and try to rebuild instead of playing the blame game. That will pull us apart when we need to cling closer together because we are more vulnerable to our enemies when we are splintered.

Heidi is fighting Evil Twin

I think Heidi is fighting Evil Twin and losing. She has been so bad tonight I locked her in her crate for at least an hour. We will see if that makes ET go away or take over.

HURRICANE EVACUEES

My mommy has relatives in Houston. They said they may have to leave because of Hurricane Rita. They have lots of animals. Okay, I'll tolerate the dogs, but I hear there is also a parrot. I'm not sure what kind of dog that is, but I'm keeping my guard up. There is also a really bad tempered cat that may come. I'm gonna vote for keeping it at the kennel. That is, if I'm allowed a vote. Sometimes I'm left out because I'm so short.

HEIDI SPEAKS

It says right here on this blog that this is through my eyes and I haven't been allowed a word so far. Just wait till I spill all my beans. I can't help it if I have a little devil in me trying to get out. I try to be good, but if I am tired, hungry or distracted, Evil Twin (ET for short) takes over and makes things happen and I am blamed for them.

Help, this blog is going to the dogs

That is right. Everywhere I look, another dog shows up. All Min-Pin has to do is click her ruby red slippers together and go back to Houston or end up in Kansas. Who knows.

What is this? A Min-Pin???

WHO AM I??? WHERE AM I??? and WHY AM I HERE???

Don't look now Min Pin, I don't think you're in Houston anymore!!!

Heidi, the angelic weenie

Heidi has been fairly good today. She nipped my toes gently a couple of times so I would know to throw her monkey. Other dogs chase balls, she chases and retrieves a big stuffed gorilla larger than she is. I see Ruby looking down on her and trying to say she is better. She is pretty and maybe she doesn't have two personalities, but is that any reason to get so arrogant? After all Heidi is just a baby. Only one year old. Wait till she gets grown up and she will be a perfect little lady. That is if she can suppress - GASP! - "Evil Twin Weenie".

Cool Ruby "The good weiner of the South"

OH MY DOG! What is that thing down below me?

Don't you believe a word the "Evil Weenie" says

I am good and pure as the driven snow!!!

My Evil Twin

Sometimes in the near future I'll tell you some big stories about my evil twin, I call her..... "Evil Weenie"

BRONCO V GOLDILOCKS

Back in the 70's when we had Bronco, we also had a cat named Goldilocks. She came before Bronco and she definitelty ruled. She was a little calico who was feral when my daughter managed to capture her. I was in the hospital with surgery and friends invited the family to dinner. This cat was a stray in their neighborhood no one could touch, but my daughter didn't understand that, being about 8 years old, so she brought her home and named her.
I had never liked cats at that point, but I soon came under her spell.
When my daughter DeDe brought Bronco home, he could barely stand on his own four legs he was so gangly. He was bedded down in the garage the first night and when my husband came in from work, he growled at him. Imagine, just weaned and already challenging anyone on "his" turf.
It didn't take Goldy long to show him she was boss. She would knock him off his feet for no good reason. It was funny to see him lick her and watch her turn into a ball of indignation. When Bronco really sinned, she would run under him, flip on her back and really teach him a lesson. He loved her through it all.

Heidi is barking in her sleep

Here Heidi is curled up beside me as I blog. She appears to be asleep, but that doesn't keep her from barking. That is almost as funny as when she barks with a mouth full of squeaky toy.
I feel she will soon take over this blog as she has been trying lately to crawl on my lap as I type. Don't believe anything she says.
I better hurry and tell you about her predecessors who have owned me in the past.

Heidi gained weight

Took Heidi to vet for heartworm treatment today. She weighed 10 lbs. I was interested to see how she would react to going back to the place of her incarceration so soon. She didn't mind at first, but put on the brakes as the vet took her into the back room. Of course the vet knows how to handle her, so she soon went without acting up.
The vet and her assistant keep telling me what a good dog she is. Ha!!!
They don't see her when she turns into monster dog. In fact, nobody does.
She is a two faced little bitch dog.
As I was paying my bill, they were talking to her and she peed on my foot!

BRONCO V SHINER BOCK

We had Bronco in the early 70's when the children were home.
We had Shiner Bock when it was just me and my husband.
Bronco was brought home by my daughter, if I recall. There was a litter born to a german shepherd mother and a doberman father in our neighborhood. The shepherd mother was not a large dog, but Bronco was a very large dog. He loved us with all his being. Unfortunately, he didn't love anybody else and we had to be ever alert when anyone else came around. The only exception was a little and very elderly lady who lived next door. He had no problems with her. When someone came by riding a bike or especialy a motorcycle, he tried to "ride" with him. This became such a problem, we had the law come by and talk to us. We were finally able to build a fence and keep him in.
One day, my husband was out barbequeing on the grill and got called to the phone. When he went back out, Bronco had snatched the steak off the grill and my husband chased him all over the yard trying to get it back. He gave a kick that Bronco dodged and almost crippled my husband. After that when we had meat scraps from the grill, I had to sweet talk Bronco into eating them. When I went out to feed Bronco, or care for him in any way, he usually put me on the ground in no time. He really was a big, long dog. He could peer out the window at the top of the front door when someone rang the doorbell and when he threatened them, and he did, he meant it.
Shiner Bock, Bock for short, was taken in by us after my son and daughter-in-law had buyer's regret, I suppose. I think he was about 3 months old when I first saw him hurling all over the driveway. The dog was a car sick dog and I couldn't load him in the car by myself, because he wasn't gonna go, no way. He was so gentle and laid back and only threatened people when they didn't pet him soon enough. When I realized I would have to move back to the city for awhile, I tried to sell Bock. One man already had him loaded into the back of his pickup and then couldn't find his checkbook. He unloaded him and never returned. A few days later, I had an A/C man out for repairs and he also had a pickup and Bock wouldn't go anywhere near it. He just knew I was gonna sell him again. Finally, when I had to leave home for awhile, my brother took him to the farm. One day, a calf was running along and Bock brought it down and my brother had to take off his belt and put it around his neck to pull Bock off the calf. If he had killed that calf, it would have been too wet to plow for sure.

Weenie recovery

Heidi seems to have regained much of her weight. I guess regaining is just as dramatic as loss on such a small, but long, body. Now I am sorry I gave her the rawhide chews because I read they are not good for doxies. She just hides them right now anyway. She has shown no desire to chew them. The other "bonies" that are recommended don't turn her on at all.
My nephew and I bought her a little black with white monkey yesterday. I made the mistake of putting it in the crate with her. Little black monkey spewed poly fill all over the floor when we got back. Another toy that gave it's life to her jaws and teeth.

Heidi's donut

Just before I left on my trip, and I was feeling guilty about leaving Heidi at the kennel, I bought her two donut shaped rawhide "bonies". She immediately latched onto one and with marathon chewing, turned it into a crescent. I forgot to pack it in her things to take to the kennel so when she got home she latched onto it again. I thought she would chew it, but she keeps wanting to hide it. She shoves it between boxes, drops it in paper bags, etc. to the point I don't know where it is and neither does she.
I got the second donut out today for her to play with and she is ignoring it. Go figure! I can't figure this weenie out.
I guess she has forgiven me for deserting her because she is now very friendly and will even take a nap on my lap.
My brother said after her traumatic experience of being left at the kennel for 12 days, she might need a doggie psychiatrist. Up till now she thought she was a human bean.

Heidi is home

Heidi came home from the kennel today. She won't have anything to do with me. She knows I am a traitor. She only weighs 8.6 lbs. What a weight loss for something so small. I will try to tempt her with some goodies in a little while. She cant' seem to settle down yet. She has to explore everything. It will be interesting what she will do when I take her back in a few days to get her heartworm treatment.
The vet's assistant said she cleaned her anal glands when she bathed her. Maybe that is why she is mad at me. How would you like having someone do that to you?

I miss my weenie

Well, I am back from my trip, but since this is a holiday, I can't get my weenie till tomorrow.
We were in the gulf with Katrina. Fortunately, we were able to go around her.
I am glad Heidi isn't here to stick her wet black nose into my luggage and dirty clothes as I try to sort everything out. I don't know how people go on extended cruises. A week is enough for me at one time.
I am anxious to know how Heidi will respond to me after over a week apart. We will just see tomorrow.