Wednesday, September 26, 2007
But, once again, Mom was very embarrassed when we got home. My sidekick, Dusty, took off his hat -- and what did Mom find under it: stashes of corn, rib bones, and -- worse yet -- one of those fishnet stockings one of our lady wires was wearing (name omitted to protect her image!!!). Yeah, he returned the volley ball -- but retained his sticky paws. And you should see his beard!!!
Not sure if he will ever be allowed out again.
As for me, I was happy just to chat with Wally -- in between his horsy rides with Ruby -- and some of my other guy pals. Great to meet Gussie in the fur, and Bussie, and Stanley, and some of the others I know just by name!!
I'll let you know what lies in store for JH.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
So if you see a gap between dog and hat -- and a few errant fingers and even a human eye (Dogdad) it's the best we could do!!.
We''re not sure as yet how we'll get to the ranch -- we have reservations on Air Ruby, which would be a lot of fun. We had a great time last week on the way to Chilli's pawty and Ruby is one hot gal. But Gussie said he could stop by to pick us up, and we have a lot of common mourning to do for our poor redbird team -- so we'll wait to see which is more convenient for all our dog pals.
And then there is the matter of the volleyball that JH lifted, which we have to return.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Here is a map from Google. It's a little blurry, but you can see the townhouses and part of the golf course. It must be an older photo because some of the roofs still have blue tarps from Hurricane Wilma.
Anyway, we outlined a red path from our townhouse around the corner and down Gatehouse Road, and then back. This is a path he often takes with Mom or Dogdad, so he knew it. When he got to the stop sign at the next corner, though, after chasing the UPS truck, he told me he knew he was exhausted and had better turn around for home.
Mom said this must have been a new UPS driver because the one who usually delivers our packages knows better than to knock at the door and would never have driven away seeing one of us guys loose on the street.
Barefoot, but with her heart in her mouth, she ran inside for her shoes to go looking for him. But when she went outside a minute later, guess who came running up the street and our driveway -- why none other than the little scalawag himself. Panting. Little heart beating fast. Very pleased with himself. Certainly not aware that he could have been hit by a car, or lost. I actually kissed him when he came inside!!!
Fortunately we were still wearing our collars -- hadn't removed them for the pawty yet.
Neither of us had ever done that before. Mom was so sure it was Dad, she didn't check the way she always does before she opens the door. But at least we now know that Harry knows where he lives. Huge sigh.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
In both categories, Skippy took first place, followed closely by Peter Pan and then Jif. With the exception of Skippy Natural, regular peanut butters bested the natural brands. According to the Newsday article, Jif is the nation's best-selling peanut butter; Skippy and Peter Pan round out the top three.
For the taste test, the peanut butters were spread thickly onto slices of white bread which were then cut into smaller pieces. Tasters were asked to rate the peanut butters - "yuck!" to "yum!"
Here are the results in order of preference:
Skippy Natural Creamy
Peter Pan Creamy
Trader Joe's Natural Creamy
Smucker's Natural Creamy
365 (Whole Foods)
Trader Joe's Organic Creamy
Skippy Natural Super Chunk and Peter Pan Crunchy
So, since we dogs are connoiseurs of peanut butter -- although rarely a "yuck!" can be heard -- do we want to bark in with our favorites?
Jake and Just Harry
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Before I do that, though, we both wanted to observe a moment of silence to remember the events of 9/11 and the souls who lost their lives six years ago.
So how did JH spend September 10? In short, he spent it with extra buckets of love from Mom. She actually moved away from her computer and sat down on the couch with him for several hours and he just curled up on her lap and looked very content. (Not to be too cynical, we do suspect she had an ulterior motive, alternating a certain general's testimony with a depressing Cardinals-Cubs game on WGN, the Chicago station that broadcasts here! But, regardless, it's the result -- a Happy Harry -- that mattered.)
Mom, and later Dogdad when he came home, gave him the best present of all, love and lots of play time. Also: ear scritches, butt scritches, and tummy rubs. They played tug-a-dog and looked through the toy basket for new toys that he hadn't played with (some of which I recognized as my toys) .
Sorry to tell you, we didn't have any cake -- but we did both get some of our favorite treats: cheese and green beans and apple.
Now that we've had our celebration, we'll be getting ready for Chilli's beach party and then for Asta's cowboy party -- so our social calendar is getting filled up.
In the meantime, hey dogs, it's time to use our DOG POWER to get our favorite teams where we want them to be. So far, from the response to previous posts, we have Cubs, Yankees, Indians. Red Sox, Phillies -- and of course, our Redbirds.
So Let's Go Dogs!! Go Teams!! Go Cards!!!. WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Hello Dear Friends,
Well, today's the day!! Today's the day two years ago that Mom and Dogdad drove with Jake to Orlando to meet me and bring me home to Plantation. Did they know at the time that I was a silly goofball? I don't think so, but they sure found out fast. But the sillier I was, the more they loved me. "Silly" became a term of endearment, kind of like this poem about Winnie the Pooh:
So, when did they realize what a willy, nilly, silly wire fox terrier I am?
Was it when I got up the first morning after I had slept upstairs and ran downstairs to pee all over the couch?
Was it when Dogdad wanted to take me out in the rain under an umbrella, and my legs went limp and I moved as far away from him as I could so he had to leave the umbrella at home for me to go out?
Was it when they discovered how petrified I am of fireworks and thunder -- and had to carry me home one evening, when fireworks went off unexpectedly, because I couldn't walk?
Was it when they realized my muzzle trembles whenever I'm expecting a treat, or when I'm about to do my business outside, or when I see something that is "different"?
Was it when they saw me "go to ground" under the coffee table if anything upset me?
Was it when I figured out how to make Jakey crazy by sneaking back around the bed and catching him unawares while he was waiting for me to come out from under the bed?
Was it when I decided that, while I always had breakfast and dinner in my crate, I liked his crate to take a snooze in before or after dinner?
Was it when they took me to the dog park and I found the only mud puddle and rolled around in it while Jake retained his pristine white paws?
Was it when they saw me snapping at dust specks in sunbeams?
Was it when they heard this great vacuum-sucking sound coming from the front door -- only to discover that it was I, the super sniffer, taking a verrry long sniff to see what was outside?
Was it when I kept waking them in the middle of the night with long whimpers, from a bad dream, or a sad memory, we don't know?
Is it when Dogdad beckons me to jump into his lap, but I invariably jump into Mom's lap instead.
Is it when I continue to kiss Jakey's face, sniff his butt, and play bow/growl to entice him to play, even in the face of continual rejection?
Is it when I wait patiently by the door while Jake goes out first until Mom -- or Dogdad -- comes back to take me.
Is it 'cause I was so heroic about my Elizabethan collar -- didn't let the bonking get to me, and let them put it back on after every walk, even though it was reallllly annoying.
Or -- and I think this is the case -- is it when I stand on my hind legs and put my paws on the edge of the bed, before we all go to sleep, to get my good night scritches and tell Mom and Dogdad how much I love them. Or when I come over to see if Mom's awake on a weekend morning? Or when I come see how she's doing in the afternoon, when she's been working hard, and lick her face.
So what do you all think? Am I a silly goofball? Or just a very happy wire fox terrier with a wee bit of nervous baggage?
To help celebrate, Asta sent me this sweet Happy Adoption Day Card, with all my favorite foods. And I'm writing this before the clock strikes my day here in Plantation -- although it's already struck where lots of my friends are -- in Singapore and Australia --, so I don't know yet what's in store for the rest of the day. But I'm sending lots and lots of love and happy woofs to all my friends, four paws, two legs, old and new.
Just Harry (or, to borrow from my new friend HHHHarry, happy, hairy, Harry!!)
Oops: I think I have some messages:
Happy Just Harry Day, JH!! You are a goofball, but we love both of our little ones equally, and enjoy your differences. You are definitely your own dog, and that makes you "you". Keep up the good work... All the best, Dogdad.
That's true, Just Harry!! We respect that you are your own dog and, as the poem goes, march to your own drummer!!! We're so glad we found you and hope you enjoy living here with us and Jake and that your willy, nilly, silly doggie heart is full of joy and love every single day. Happy Just Harry Day!! Mom
OK, Brother Dog, just between us, I really do enjoy having you around. You bring out my best barking self; you take the pressure off; and, actually, you make me look good in front of Mom and Dogdad. So Happy Just Harry Day!! Just remember who taught you how to get food and treats out of our folks, and who taught you about peanut butter, popcorn, and all the other goodies we share!!! And lets you smell the best smells with him!! Jake
Happy Adoption Day, JH!Two years, two ears and fewer and fewer fears.That's the way to do it! PK, Gimlet, Sammy and Joe the Cat
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Getting groomed to meet my new family
We don't really know when my birthday was, but we celebrate September 10 'cause that's the day, two years ago, that I was ADOPTED by Mom and Dogdad (and grumpy old Jake).
That first encounter with the Jakester
Am I three? Maybe. But as far as I'm concerned, I'm still -- and always will be -- very puppy-like. Mom says I kind of lost my happy-go-lucky ways while I had to wear that stoopid collar a few weeks ago -- but that's gone, and now I'm as much of a carefree tail-wagger as before (even if I still look a bit like the Phantom of the Opera).
So all my wirey and other friends, come visit and be silly with me on Just Harry Day!!! In the meantime, I'll just take a nap!!
Wirey woofs to you all,
Friday, September 7, 2007
As we told Wally, who's a Cubs fan, Dogdad is chewing his own nails down to the quick and we're afraid he'll start on ours next. And we're wearing our Cardinals bandanas full time now. (And bowing our heads in
Anyone out there who wants to join in the barking for -- Gussie, we know you're there, and the Key West Collies -- or against, let's get those paws crossed and may the best team win. We should add that, while we're cheering for the Cardinals, we're weeping for our Florida Marlins, who have taken full possession of last place in their division and will probably stay there for the duration.
Cardinals playing the Marlins here in Miami
Go Cards!!! Woof, woof, woof
Jake and Just Harry
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Well Labor Day weekend was the time Mom and Dogdad chose to drive to Orlando and help our human sister fix up her new house. We would have gone too except that she has three cats and a small shy dog and they haven't gotten used to their new digs so the idea of adding two wirey guys like us to the mix didn't seem like a good idea.
So, what to do with us dawgs??? Not to worry!! We were packed off to our very favorite "animal camp" where we each have our own quarters with a view of everything going on and we compete to see who can jump the highest and who can bark the loudest. And we enjoy the attention of lots of folks who seem to like us. We were so excited to get in the car to go there that Mom was a little miffed, thinking that maybe we like it better there than here. Not to worry, Mom, we still love you; but a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do!!
Anyway, taking a clue from Gussie, we decided to rename the holiday Labark Day.
Mom picked us up a little while ago, and told us all about the things they did: install closet and pantry shelf systems, change light fixtures, move furniture, help unpack boxes. We got so tired listening to her that we did what we usually do when we come back from a few days out and about: we slurped a bowl of water and lay down for a nap. Jake took the floor; I got the couch.
Jake and Just Harry