Thankful Me!

My whole family was here this weekend:  both of my sisters, my brother-in-law, and my 5-month-old nephew, Malachi.  You remember that I thought he was a squeak toy when he was tiny?

I was very interested in all the little toys my mum bought but they were for Mali.  I think she will buy some for me soon.

Mali pulled my beard and some of my other hairs.

He rolled all over me.

Then he got on me like I was a horse!

But you see what I got? It was a wipes wrapper.

I loved it because it made a fun, crinkly sound.

My mum didn't let me keep it too long, though,

because she thought I would try to eat it.

Mali and I might become best buddies when he's a little older.

And I like that Mum said I was a Very-Good-and-Patient-Girl.

But the very best part of Thanksgiving was turkey

with my dinner four days in a row!

(Maybe mum will give me some tomorrow, too!)

I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving. 

--from Hannah.

Tuckbuttrunning

Do you see me doing a tuckbuttrun?

I was so fast Mum couldn't catch me with her camera.

Now look at this one below.  There I am!

Tuckbuttruns are so fun.

Mum tries to tag me when I run past her.

I love this one. She almost didn't catch me!

After I race around the yard a hundred times

I rest and survey my kingdom - er, queendom.

I hope you have fun tuckbuttrunning!

Sunday School Dogs

Two little Airedale pups are we 

Shaggy of coat and of gender "she."

I just discovered these two Airedale puppies which Christine of The Daily Postcard shared a while ago in her post Sunday School Dogs.  In the post she explains that a Sunday School teacher used the postcard to invite one of her students to a meeting.  The teacher had crossed out the writing on the front.

When I asked Christine if I could use the postcard image here she sent it to me almost immediately.  She also shared the following story:

I used to have an Airedale mix. She was a gem. Years ago when I had the dog, I also had a room mate who had a landscaping business. She would take Chloe to work with her, which was much better than leaving her at home by herself. Chloe loved to dig, so it was a perfect partnership. My room mate would point to a spot on the ground and tell Chloe to dig. That dog would dig until someone told her to stop. Then, my roommate would tell her to dig in another spot...and another. In the meantime, my room mate would be getting all of the plants ready to place in the ready-made holes.

When my room mate and I parted ways, I realized that if Chloe came with me she would be cooped up at home all day while I was at the office. As much as it broke my heart, we agreed that she would be much happier spending the days outdoors, digging holes and getting lots of attention. She was the best dog ever. Sniff sniff.

Gotta love those Airedales!  And generous Christine to think first of Chloe's needs!

Thanks for visiting!
--Nancy.

The Bad Dog Chocolate Caper

I don't know why my mum gave this post that title.  It wasn't really such a big deal.

My mum's been laid up after foot surgery and my pop had to take her for a doctor's appointment.  While they were gone I found 3 Symphony milk chocolate with toffee bars and a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups that Mum had hidden behind a bunch of other stuff.  It was work to get them but I succeeded and they were very yummy.  Except maybe the foil on the Reese's wasn't so great.

I don't know why Mum and Pop were unhappy with me when they came home saw the wrappers on the floor.  (I knew I should have eaten those wrappers.  Get rid of all the evidence.  I'm learning that!)  My mum loves chocolate, I love chocolate.  They seemed worried about me.  Mum said chocolate is bad for dogs even though it's never hurt me before.  Anyway, they called the vet and took me in to have me checked out.  Hooray!  I got to go somewhere!

What we all found out is that before milk chocolate is really dangerous, an Airedale can eat one ounce -- that's 1 ounce -- for every pound she weights.  So that 24 ounces of milk chocolate I ate was nearly nothin'.  I could have eaten 60 ounces!  My mum says she can't understand why I wasn't sick.  She said she could eat a lot of chocolate and not get sick but she couldn't eat 24 ounces.  And, she said, I'm littler than her.

I had to eat special dog food that was really yummy but I didn't get very much of it at a time.  And I'm out of luck now because they're hiding the chocolate even better than before and in higher places.  They won't even let me look at it or sniff it!  I knew I should've eaten those wrappers.

Remember, Airedale friends, eat just a little less ounces of chocolate than pounds you weight and you'll be fine.

from Hannah

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from Nancy, Hannah's mum:
Airedale moms and dads, hide your chocolate!  Once your Airedale gets a taste for it, it's all over.  She will climb ladders, jump through hoops, and dig to the ocean to get it.  She may even learn to open cupboard doors!