BONNEE'S BACATION!!!

Hi Everbuddee!  I bet you wuz all stayin up at nite worryin bout us all.  An you prolly couldnot eet nuffin eiver!  Well, you can go fix yoursef a sammich and take a nap...wee is fine!


It iz me...BONNEE!!!  Mommee an Duddee an Clydee an Mee went on bacation!  An Mommee is lettin MEE tell you all bout it!  This first one iz a pitcher of Mee lookin outta the window inna car. (Look closely.  Can you see what she's looking at?*)  We did lotsa this cuz it is a long way to there.

When we got there, we stay inna camper!  I like that cuz you can see stuff!  Duddee sez that wee could see beefalo from the camper...but I did not see none. (Look closely. Can you see what she's NOT looking at?**)

Oh.  There is the beefalo.

An horseys.  We saw horseys two.

My mos favoritest part of campin iz gettin too doo stuf wif my brudder!  Mommee and Duddee werenot wearin there leeshes here. Good fing Mister Ranger didnot see.  I don'tnot fink he wooda liked that! (It is true that TM and I were leashless.  However, we DO pick up poopies...just in case you were concerned.)

An I getta doo stuff wif Duddee two!  I wuz a little skeered here. Can you tell I wuz a little skeered?  I wuz a little skeered.  I don'tnot like big bunnys.  Clydee likes bunnys.  I like skwerlz.

Everbuddee gots all xcited bout this buildin cubbered in corns.  I gots one word for it: BORE ING.  If it wuz cubbered in BACON that wood be sumfin to get xcited bout.  I wood be all ober that!

Don'tnot say nuffin...but I fink hiz noze iz kinda big.

Wee went to Duddees favoritest TV show...but Mike and Frank wuz not at home. The nice laydee came out an gived Mee an Clydee sum sweet potatae treets!  An Duddee gots a micepad an a hat!  Mommee didnot get nuffin.  She sez the memry wuz enuff.

Onna way home wee stayed at the Missyippee Riber.  This here is where the boats go ober the dam an wee could watch them from our camper.  They gots loud horns! Oh..oh..an I barked at a pelican!  An wee saw a eegle catch a fish!

I like campin'.  If you gets boreded you can always watch the naybors.  I do that lots.  If you eber see Mee campin' next to you...you will prolly wanna zip up your windows!  







Well...that is all bout our bacation!  Ima thinkin' next time wee goes somewhere I will get onta twitter and twat bout it.  This bloggin' iz hard werk!


BONNEE


*praire dogs


**buffalo...or is it bison...I'm never sure

HAPPEE BIRFDAY TO MEE!!!

                                        IT IZ MY BIRFDAY!!!   and Clydee's, two.*


Hi Everbuddee!  It iz me!  Bonnee!  Today I am 4teen yeers old!  and so iz Clydee.  I iz most berry excited beecuz Mommee gots a big stake outa the frigerator and she sez it is for MEEE!!!  and Clydee, two...but he can't heer nuffin so I do not see why wee haffa tell him anyfing bout it.  I like all kinda meets but most specially stake cuz that iz what kinda meets wee are having tonite!  For my birfday!  An maybe wee will have a funderstorm.  I like funder.  It iz gonna be a good day!  

Mommee sez that since it iz such a bootiful day, wee should go for a wok.  
Me and Clydee gets all excited when she gets our leeshes out.  I bark and bark.  I am a berry loud dog.  But, after wee gets around the cul-de-sac (Fancy Frenchy for dead end...or literally "butt of bag"...no reelly...google it!)...wee kinda loose our 'thusemism an Mommee has to drag us.  She keeps sayin' "Come on guys, wee can make it!"  And I keep sayin' "I know wee can make it.  But let's don't and say wee did."

It don't matter.  She makes us wok all the way to the enda the neighborhood.  And then wee getta turn around...and I sez to Clydee, "Hey Clydee, I just 'membered wee gets treets when wee gets home."  He can't not heer me but he 'members, two...and then WEE drags MOMMEE all the way home!  That iz the fun part! 

And then wee gots a birfday prezent from Trina!  She iz our friend and wee love her most berry much!  Can you guess what iz it?!!

It iz a weenie dog!  Wif candy inside!  And a birfday card!  

Fank you, Trina!  Wee love it!












                                           Happee Birfday to Mee!  and Clydee, two!


*Truth in blogging..actually, their birthday was YESTERDAY.  "Mommee" was too busy to approve this for her.  She does these posts all by herself...but I always read through them before she "goes live."  Better that way...I never know WHAT she's going to say!

Sammy

                                                           Sammy
                                 
                                        March 15, 1998 - February 18, 2012




Of the three surviving pups in the litter, she was the smallest one.  The Mailman and I had committed ourselves to the other two...and I just couldn't bear the thought that this last little one would never see her family again.  And so we scooped her up and tied a pink ribbon around her neck.  I had a plan.


You see, my Father-In-Law had lost his dog the year before...and I thought it was time.  When we walked into his house, he was seated in his chair...reading his paper.  I carried her over to him and placed her in his lap.  She immediately wriggled herself into the space between his left leg and the arm of his recliner...and rested her head on his knee.  "You're mean," he said to me. I just smiled.  He could say whatever he wanted...but I know a melting heart when I see one.

And so she became a part of our family. Whenever TM and I went over to the Log House...she greeted us joyfully with barks and wiggles and sometimes a little pee on the floor.

And she loved to "do things."  It didn't matter what it was...she was up for it.  Most of all she loved to be with her brother and sister. 


Patrolling the neighborhood...

...hitting the open road...

...enjoying a snack along the way.








I know nothing lasts forever.  And, in  the last few weeks...as we watched the light go out of her eyes...I knew this day was coming.  Today, TM is downstairs in his workshop...making a little box for her.  We'll wrap her up in her little afghan and put her in the place we've prepared for her in the back garden.  She spent so many happy hours there...playing under the trees.  There are two spaces beside her...for her brother and her sister...when that time comes.  I promised her they would always be together.

One thing I don't understand:  How does such a tiny thing leave such a big hole in your heart? 


Goodbye, my little Sammy-Sam.  Your Aunt Kathy loves you...and she always will.

The Prince(ss) and the Pea

A nonstop flurry of activity around here during the past week or so, my friends.  Tulip-planting, garage-cleaning, landscaping at the in-laws new condo...and leaves, leaves, LEAVES!  And, of course...all these projects need supervision...which makes for one tired supervisor!  

Here's "The Boogie," after a long, hard day.  We had piled up the dogger's pillows and blankets in front of the door...and this is where I found him.  He has always had the uncanny ability to find the most comfortable place in the house...and stake his claim.  I don't care who you are...THAT'S cute! 

Sleepy...

A couple of days ago, my "niece" Sammy came over to spend the day and have a sleep-over with her brother and sister.  She was so exhausted from playing that she fell asleep on the couch.  When she sleeps deeply, she sticks her tongue out like this.  She had just opened her eyes when I snapped the picture.

Isn't she adorable?

One question.  How come nobody thinks it's cute when I sleep like this?

!!!Funderstorm!!!

Hi Everbuddee!  It iz Bonnee!  Member mee?  

I fink I told yu before that I gots lotsa hobbies...an one of em is Stormchaser!  I like funder.  I don't not no why, butt I doo!  An whenever it rains an funders, I hafta go out inna garage an watch.  I like it mostly when Duddee iz there...but this day he wuz not...so Mommee sat out there wif mee.  An she tooked some pitchers of mee!

I gots a big foofy pilla...an I gots to have that to sit on.  Then, I gots to have my red wooly bankie...so's I don't not gets cold and shivers.  That iz all.  Oh...an I likes sumbuddee to sit wif mee.  I pretty happee then...an I will sit there untils the rain stops...or I gets boreded...whichever comes first. 

I fink I look pretty good for what age I am.  Sure, I gots a white face...butt I don't gots no rinkles! 

OK...now I fink Mommee iz just showin' off her garden.  Prolly shoulda pulled out that great big dandylion, Mommee. 

Tonite, wee had another funderstorm!  It wuz the most best one becuz Mommee an Duddee an Clydee sit wif mee!  I HAPPEE!!!








OK Everbuddee!  That iz all.  I gonna bee pretty bizee next week.  The 'puter sez there iz gonna bee funderstorms ever day!

Bonnee

How to Give a Pill to a Weenie Dog

Day One

1.  Take Boy Dog (elderly, with hypochondriac tendencies) to vet.

2.  Determine that stubborn nasal infection needs stronger antibiotic...in pill form...beef  

     flavored.

3.  Be assured Boy Dog will LOVE it.
4.  Upon return home, offer pill to Boy Dog.
5.  Observe how he chews it up and swallows.  This is gonna be EASY!

Day Two
     
1.  Repeat Step 4 from previous day.
2.  Observe how Boy Dog accepts pill and spits it out.
3.  Repeat Steps 1 and 2.
4.  Go to refrigerator and select some bacon-cheese dip.  Coat pill and first two fingers of right
     hand with dip.
5.  Offer dip-coated pill to Boy Dog.
6.  Observe how he chews it up and swallows.


Day Three


1.  Go to refrigerator and determine that you are out of bacon-cheese dip.  Select cream 
     cheese.
2.  Encase pill in cream cheese, making sure to get plenty on your fingers, as well.
3.  Offer cream-cheese-coated pill to Boy Dog.
4.  Observe how he accepts pill...licks off cream cheese...and spits pill out.
5.  Repeat Steps 2, 3 and 4...two more times.
6.  On third try, observe how Boy Dog runs away from you.
7.  Retrieve Boy Dog from pillow by sliding glass door.
8.  Firmly grasp him by the neck with your cream-cheese-covered hands and force pill down 
     his throat.
9.  Apologize and clean cream cheese off Boy Dog.


Day Four


1.  Go to refrigerator and...although you have plenty of cream cheese...decide to use peanut
     butter instead.
2.  Coat pill with peanut butter, making sure to smear plenty on your fingers.
3.  Locate Boy Dog, who is sleeping peacefully on couch.
4.  Offer peanut-butter-coated pill.
5.  Observe how Boy Dog runs away from you.
6.  Repeat Steps 4 and 5...three more times.
7.  On fourth try, observe how Boy Dog runs away from you and hides in bed.
8.  Retrieve Boy Dog from bed covers...firmly grasp him by the neck with your peanut-butter-
     covered hands and force pill down his throat.
9.  Apologize and clean peanut butter off Boy Dog.
10. Launder comforter to remove peanut butter stains.


Day Five


1.  Go to refrigerator and...despite yesterday's success...determine to hide pill in small bowl of 
     leftover chicken.
2.  Select recognizable "treat bowl" from cupboard and fill with finely chopped chicken
        breast...being sure to tuck pill well into chicken.
3.  Prepare additional bowl of chicken (sans pill) for Girl Dog...who can smell chicken-chopping 
     in the kitchen from a mile away...and is now whining at your feet.
4.  Offer chicken to Boy Dog and Girl Dog...making sure that Boy Dog gets bowl with pill.
5.  Observe Boy Dog enjoying his chicken.
6.  Restrain Girl Dog...who has finished her chicken and wants to help Boy Dog.
7.  Listen for tiny "clinking" sound, as Boy Dog deftly eats chicken and spits pill pieces back 
     into bowl.
8.  Return to kitchen with bowl and pill pieces.
9.  Add more chopped chicken to bowl.  Finely crush pill pieces and add to chicken, stirring
     well to combine.
10. Offer chicken to Boy Dog...at the same time restraining Girl Dog...who is wondering why 
     SHE did not receive a second bowl of chicken.
11.  Observe how Boy Dog sniffs chicken...touches it with his tongue...and runs away.
12.  Return to kitchen with chicken bowl
13.  Add pumpkin puree to chicken and pill mixture in bowl.
14.  Offer above concoction to Boy Dog...remembering to restrain Girl Dog.
15.  Observe how Boy Dog runs away and hides on rug by front door.
16.  Repeat Step 14.
17.  Observe how Boy Dog runs away and hides on mat by kitchen door.
18.  Repeat Step 14.
19.  Observe how Boy Dog begins to run a circular route through your house...family room to
      living room to foyer to family room...all the while being chased by you and Girl Dog.
20.  Comment to yourself how well the rooms in your house flow into one another.
21.  Corner Boy Dog at front door...set bowl down in front of him...and retreat to living room
      couch...holding squirming Girl Dog firmly in your arms.
22.  Observe how Boy Dog sniffs chicken-pumpkin delight...touches it with his tongue and escapes
      to  pillow by sliding glass door.
23.  Give up...return to kitchen...and throw contents of bowl (chicken, pumpkin and expensive 
      pill) into trash.
24.  Dispense second pill.
25.  Locate Boy Dog...grasp him firmly by the neck...and force pill down his throat.
26.  Do not apologize.
27.  Go to bathroom to assess bite damage to fingers.  Determine that there is no broken skin...
      but, hey...tomorrow is another day.


The upside to all of this is that he is somewhat better.  

The downside is that we have another week of this to look forward to.

Bacation

Hi Everbudee!  This iz Bonnee.  I am back from bacation an I fought you would like to heer bout it.  Wee went to Maumee Bay State Park!  That iz in oHIo.  It iz close to Toleedo.  Up by Lake Eerie.  They gots a bootiful camping ground, a big lodge, a beech, bike trails...an a golf course!  That made Duddee most very happee!

Heer iz where wee stayed.  It iz are camper and it iz my most favrite place to stay.  You can see mee in a pitchure.  I am guardin' it!

Duddee had to mow the lawns so's Clydee an mee had a good place to potty.  Fank you, Duddee!

Wee did lotsa fun stuff.  Like sun-sittin'.

An goin' for woks.

Duddee duz all a cookin' when wee go campin'.  Heer is a brekyfest hee made.  See?  It gots a smilly face!

 
Heer is Clydee on a trail.  Hee gots a smilly face, too!





I like campin".  Clydee likes campin'.  So duz Duddee.  But I gots to tell you sumfin'.  I don't fink Mommee likes campin'.  I fink she tolerhates it.  Becuz she likes us.  But she iz kinda prissy.  An so today Duddee iz takin' Mommee campin' someplace that she WILL like.  Clydee an mee, wee are not goin'.  Wee are stayin' wif Ant Beverlee.  Which iz OK.  Wee like her.


Bonnee

We Be Campin'!

Hi Everbudee!  This iz Bonnee!  I got sumfin' xciting to tell u!  Weez goin' campin'!  I so xcited!  It iz my mos favorite fing too do inna hole world!  Me an Clydee an Dudee gots everfing packed tooday and wee iz leevin' in a morning!

Wee will not bee in r house...but if u r finkin' bout robbin us, dont even fink bout it!  We gots a very meen house-sat-er (oops, sorri Ant Beverlee)...and asides, Dudee packed up everfing and the kichten sink.  So there iz nuffin in there for u too take!

I will see u when I gets back...an I will tell u all bout my bacation!

This is Bonnee.  This is not Katherine.  I dont need no fancee name like that!

LIttle Buddy

I've been sewing up a storm...in my downstairs workroom (or "girl-cave," as The Mailman calls it)...making goodies for my Etsy shop.  It's very peaceful down there...and I enjoy the solitude, especially on a rainy day like today.  However, the usual peace and quiet of the morning was shattered by an absolutely blood-curdling-heart-stopping-animal-caught-in-a-trap-wail emanating from my little dog, Clyde.  I raced up the stairs to find him at the front door, desperate to go outside.

So, I let him out...because, what else am I gonna do? 

I watched him hesitate on the front walk...sniffing the air...seemingly confused.  There was nothing out there to warrant such an outburst.  I've been concerned about him.  He's thirteen years old...almost completely deaf...and he's been battling a respiratory infection for the past week or so.  It hurts me to see him aging.  He's my Little Buddy...and while his sister's heart belongs to The Mailman...Clyde loves me most of all.  I am his Hooman.  Bonnie ambled over to stand beside me...and we watched him together.  I said, "Why don't you go outside and check on your brother.  I think he's losing his marbles."  So...out she went.

It was then that I turned, and saw...out the large back window...the rather burly guy in the yellow safety vest, dinking around with the phone box on the backside of the house.  Apparently, they're going to bury the fiber-optic cable that's been laying across the back yard since last Fall.

Sorry, Little Buddy. 

Bonnie

                                                        HI!!!  My name iz Bonnie!  

Mommee ast* me to make a post for u today...she iz two bizee makin' stuff to do it hersef.  I cannot tell u watt she iz makin'...it iz a secert.  Butt u weenie-dog peeples iz gonna be very happity!

OK.  Now I will talk bout somefin more interestin...MEEE!!!  I am firteen yeers older.  I am the most best dogg inna hole world.  U can ast anybuddy.  I am a bizee bee.  I gots lotsa hobbys and lotsa fings I like two do.  Hear iz some pitchers for u!

 

I like goin' for a W-O-K.  Mommee and Duddee fink I do not know watt that spells...but I DO!

I like skwirrels!  Long as they stay up inna tree.  If they come down an look at me...I gets skeered an I run inna house.

I like Clydee.  He is my brudder.  You gotta talk real loud at him cuz he cant not heer no more.  Duddee sez it iz cuz I barkt in hiz eers two much.

I like Funderstorms!  I git all xcited.  I run two the door...an Mommee has to git my pilla an my bankie so I can sit inna garage an watch!

I like snow!  So duz Clydee.  Mommee made are coats.  They are special-fitted for weenie dogs.  We are weenie dogs.  Clydee and me.

I like family time.  That is Clydee an mee an Sammee.  She iz are sister.

I like sittin' by Duddee when he eets...cuz he give me stuff!  Sometimes.  Do NOT tell Mommee.

I like Peppy-Bizee when I gots a tummer-hurt from sittin' by Duddee when he eets.

I like Duddee!!!








*Yes, I DID ask her to do this post for me...however, I had NO idea that she would get so carried away...especially with the pictures.  She spends a lot of time surfing with her Daddy, and I guess she's learned quite a bit from watching him.  I considered removing some of these photos...but they're all so darned cute, I just couldn't do it.  I apologize.