Adding Healing Thoughts and Prayers for Our Wirey Pal, Jackson

If you've visited some of our wirey friends today -- Asta, or Butchy and Snickers, or Scruffy, Lacie, and Baby Stan -- you'll see that they and others are joining in to support our friend Jackson with healing thoughts and prayers. Jackson received disturbing results from his recent tests and we are all putting our paws together to pray for a positive outcome from his illness.



As Butchy and Snickers put it, this is a serious disturbance in the Foxy Force Field.


Scruffy, Lacie and Stan declared a rolling JACKSON DAY until we have better news. As you will read and see at their blog: "Prayer flags have been mounted up on Mr. Everest to represent the seemingly insurmountable troubles that Jackson has already overcome and to remind us that hope is always present ."


We are all hoping for the best for our wirey pal!!! He's a fighter, and we're right there fighting with him!!!


Jake and Just Harry

Update to the above: We just read a very powerful Navajo healing prayer poem on Agatha and Archie's blog and suggest, if you haven't already, you should visit them and read it. Gussie has posted it too. Let's all read it together and send the healing vibes across cyberspace!!!

Just Harry Devours Alexander McCall Smith

Hi Pals,

If you remember, a few days ago, Just Harry was thinking about studying law to get us out of our totally unjustified house arrest. Now that we are free, however, JH seems to have moved on to good literature. Although he still enjoys a fine No. 2 pencil chew, chomping a tasty book seems to give him even greater satisfaction.

Our Mom is a fan of the several series Alexander McCall Smith has written, starting with the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, about a "traditionally built woman" living in Botswana, and moving on to his Scotland series. Just Harry seems to share Mom's taste. Fortunately, his chomp while Mom and Dogdad were out on Saturday stopped just short of the words on the last pages, so we didn't have to rush out and buy her a new copy!!

At least it's better than another chocolate binge, right?

We are excited to announce that our eloquent friends Cooper and Levi (Cooper being the insightful angel who converses with his Mom from the Rainbow Bridge as she teaches little Levi what the world is all about) have shared this award with us. You can find them at http://cooperthedogs.blogspot.com/ .

We've seen this award on so many of our friends' blogs that we're not sure how to share it -- so we think those who feel they deserve it should accept it from us. In the meantime, we'll troll around to see who might not have it yet.

Thank you Cooper and Levi!!!

Jake and Just Harry

Baseball Been Berry Berry Good to Us

Well, it's like this -- so many pals signed our pawtition that Mom was starting to relent about her excessive cruelty in putting both of us --- the Florida 2 -- under house arrest. Then, strolling on her own by our wirey pals and fellow baseball fans, Agatha and Archie, Mom saw an irresistible chance to turn us into bobblehead dolls to celebrate our favorite team, the St. Louis Cardinals.

She showed it to Dogdad, who said, Oh, go ahead, they've suffered enough -- and so here we are!!!!

Thanks everyone who helped turn the tide. Thanks A + A -- we owe you -- at least until the World Series!!! (If anyone else wants to bobble, check out Agatha and Archie's site for the link!!)

Lots of wirey love,

Jake and Just Harry

Circulating a Pawtition to Free Us from House Arrest

Pals,

Last night, I had an unexpected opportunity to try out one of those tablet laptops that let you handwrite a message that then turns into type. I seized on the moment to send out a pawtition to free us from what I consider cruel and unusual punishment for an action no dog in his right mind could have resisted: the alleged chocolate binge!!

In the meantime, my brother Just Harry, has been reading up on the law...

Two terriers with a single-minded purpose: FREEDOM.

Signed,

Jake the Perp and His Accomplice Just Harry the Goof

Should a Perp under House Arrest Get an Award????

Our square dog pal, Eric gave us a very prestigious award. it’s called Arte-y-Pico!

Eric, thank you so much. Coming from you, with your clever blog, we are humbled. Especially under the circumstances of our recent house arrest.

Now, as you'll see from the rules below, we have to select five artistic blogs to share this award with! That's tough, because so many of our favorite pals have already received this award. But we'll try anyway.

Here are the rules:
1.) You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also contribute to the blogger community, regardless of language.

2.) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.

3.) Each award-winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.

4.) Award-winners and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of the "Arte-y-Pico" blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award.

5.) To show these rules.

So many dogs worthy of this award, we could pass out dozens. But to comply with the rules, we pass this award onto these five:- Levi and Cooper (for the amazing insights provided by Cooper from over the Rainbow Bridge http://cooperthedogs.blogspot.com), Booker the Treeing Walker (for sharing such vivid images of his new home in a condo http://rescueacoonie.blogspot.com/ ), Gus Dagger ('cause he's our best wirey pal and Cardinals fan and writes pawsome poems http://www.gowithgus.blogspot.com/ ), Maggie and Mitch ('cause their Mom helps create beautiful quilts that are raffled for Airedale rescue http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/), and Wimsey ('cause he really does share interpretations of art in his very creative Manhattan blog http://wimseyblog.blogspot.com/).

We apologize if any of our awardees have already received this award -- but considering that one of us is manacled at the moment -- it's a bit challenging to scroll the web.

Jake and Just Harry

Alleged Perp Confesses -- In Spite of Himself

You know that old saying, "the proof is in the pudding"? Well, guess what, it seems I may have ingested a candy wrapper in my gluttony yesterday, thereby producing incontrovertible evidence this evening that it was indeed I, the chocolate perp.

So, no place to run. No place to hide.

Not to change the subject or anything, but Dogdad reminded me to thank everyone for all the kind birthday wishes you all wrote on our blog. He read them all and was really touched by them!!!

And that's all I have to say before they read me my Miranda rights and haul me off for who knows how long!!

Jake

It Was Dogdad's Birthday, but Mom Aged a Hundred Years!

This was supposed to be a post showing what a good time we had celebrating Dogdad's birthday on Sunday. And yes, we did have a good time. Just Harry and I didn't get to have too much food (everyone was asked not to feed the dogs, imagine!!) -- but we had lots of loving and everyone was really happy.

That was Sunday.

Yesterday, Mom left us alone for two hours while she went shopping for a few presents for Dogdad (today, the 22nd, is his actual birthday). When she came home, she found a very scary surprise. One of the gifts Dogdad had gotten on Sunday from my human brother and sister-in-law (that's her below) was a pinata (a burro) filled with Ghiardelli chocolate squares and other sweets. Once Dogdad had extracted all of the candy, Mom put the squares into a secure container with a closed top and left it in the center of the dining room table with a few other things.

The surprise she found when she got home was an abundance of opened -- and empty -- chocolate wrappings all over the floor. She panicked, but then took a deep breath. She picked the wrappings up and counted them and looked at the weight of each (.375 oz per piece). Then she called the vet. After some discussion, she was reassured that the total quantity (nine squares in all plus some other non-chocolate candy that apparently the "perp" didn't like because the wrappers were opened but most of the candy was still there) and the type of chocolate -- only two dark chocolate, the yummiest but the worst for dogs, was within tolerable limits for dogs of our weight.

And now that 24 hours have passed, without any untoward symptoms, I guess Mom has relaxed a bit.

So who was the perp? Or perps?


We know the perp's motive, right?


THE EVIDENCE AS RETRIEVED FROM THE FLOOR

But what were his means?

THE MEANS: A TIPPABLE EMPTY WINE CONTAINER (WITH NO OPPOSABLE THUMBS, PRETTY COOL, RIGHT?)

And what was his opportunity?

THE OPPORTUNITY: A CHAIR NOT PUSHED UNDER THE TABLE!

Two dogs. No tattletails. Where is Inspector Butcho when we need him? When Mom discovered the empty wrappings, she forced open each of our mouths to sniff who had a chocolaty breath. Both of us seemed to, but she was pretty sure that it was I who had done the deed and not shared very much with my brother.

I did wake Mom up early this morning (5:30 am) with some heavier than usual panting -- but that was because I had to go outside really bad 'cause I had drunk more water than usual last night. And I had a little bit of runs (hard to see outside in the dark at that hour). That, combined with my previous trolling experience and excellent chair-jumpng prowess (plus an abundance of smarts), was enough to convince Mom that I was indeed the perp.

THE PERP!!!

SO, even though I seem to be OK after 24 hours, thank Dog, with no runs, hyper behavior, or anything else, I am definitely in the doghouse. And my doofus brother, who may or may not have shared in the escapade (I won't tell), is just his usual goofball self. But Mom has aged a hundred years -- which makes her a lot older than Dogdad at this point -- and has been kicking herself for doing everything right -- except forgetting to push one of four chairs under the table.

Foxies, gotta' love us, right pals!!!

Jake

Shhh, Dogdad is having a birthday -- a VERY BIG Birthday

Our townhouse is cleaner and more organized than it's ever been. Our garden has been fitted out with extra tables and chairs. All the plants are nodding happily since it has been raining a lot (but not tomorrow we hope, with paws crossed). Dogdad -- even though it's his birthday -- has been working non-stop to make things nice for the real (not virtual this time) pawty!!

Our human brother, sister-in-law, and sister are coming tonight. The rest of our Florida family will be here for brunch tomorrow morning. The food should be yummy. And we are very excited.

Stay tuned.

Jake and Just Harry

Le Quatorze Juillet

Being a very perceptive wire fox terrier, I figured out what day today is when I heard Mom wake Dogdad with a full-throated version of the Marseillaise. Just Harry and I were a little offended because usually we wake them up with an even fuller-throated two-part series of our best barks (just to alert them either that the neightbor's car has pulled out of the driveway or, worse yet, that those yappy dogs across the street are out promenading -- in our cul de sac no less).

If the truth be told, my sensitive terrier ears were also offended at the slightly off-key rendition of what they were hearing. But to Dogdad's credit, he just muttered, "thank you, sweetie," and rolled back over. It was, after all, 6:00 am.

Too early, I guess for frites and saucissons to celebrate in good French style :(

But let not my idle kvetching take away from the celebration of le quatorze, or as we Americans call it, Bastille Day!!! After all, the fireworks were all the way on the other side of the ocean!! Just stay away from Mom or she may sing again!!!

Woofs, mes amis,

Jake

A Breakfast Tail

No pictures for this, but perhaps the words will be enough to capture the scene.

I, Jake, long ago learned that the best way to get breakfast was to approach Mom or Dogdad while they themselves were eating and reading the morning newspaper, sit down in front of them, look absolutely adorable, wag my irresistible short tail, and never take my eyes off them. Invariably, one or the other will look at me, smile, and say, "Jake, are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?" I will lick my upper lip with my tongue and run towards my bowl. Just Harry has learned what that means, and so he runs to his bowl too. And breakfast is forthcoming. Occasionally I have to slap the newspaper with my paw to get their attention; but usually the penetrating look is enough.

As I have reported in the past, this also works for seconds -- but Mom seems to draw the line at thirds.

Now, Just Harry, goofball that he is, seems to have learned from me where the source of food is, and how to get it. Only his interpretation is totally off base. Instead of coming over, sitting down and looking adorable, he rushes over, barks and growls, wags his tail, and jumps up and down. If Mom says, "OK, Harold, are you hungry?" He just looks at her as if to say, "Huh? You talkin' to me?" And when no food is forthcoming, he turns away and goes off to play with a squeaky toy. I might add that his attempt is always after we've already had breakfast.

A classic Pinky and the Brain breakfast tail.

Woof!!

Jake

Happy Independence Day!!

Hi pals.

This is a repeat of what we said last year when we were pretty new to the DWB -- but we thought you wouldn't mind, since the sentiments are still sincere and apropos.

We hold this truth to be self-evident: we terriers are born to be independent. So how come we let Mom put red, white, and blue bandanas on us; sit us down in a chair together; and make us look into the camera while she flashes lights at us?

Well, we think it's so we can, in our own independent way, share a few Happy Fourth of July woofs to celebrate the day!! After all, we are the Barkalot Boyz,

Jake and Just Harry