Salzberg Dreamin'

Just Harry and I are so excited about attending Myrna and Gilbert's wedding in Salzberg this Friday. Yes, THIS FRIDAY!!! We've been thinking about our lovely dates, Ms. Gabbi and Ms. Essex -- and imagining how beautiful they'll look.

Even our wheelie look-alikes, Professor Jacques Maigret and Justin Herkimer Clouseau -- relatives of the renowned European detectives (or inspecteurs, as they are known in France) -- have climbed down from their private retreat in the china hutch and are starting to pack their bags for the trip on Aire Ruby.

We know Myrna and Gilbert have made arrangements for all of us to have a wonderful time -- but we decided to take a glimpse of what might appeal to our lovely ladies.

Music, of course, courtesy of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. And food. And shopping.

And so many beautiful (and romantic) places to visit .

We are stoked!!!!

Jake

Sunday Breakfast

Well, despite the title of this blog, there's not much food in it -- at least not for us. But we were so excited to see our human brother and sister-in-law that we had to share!
They were on their way to Key West -- a "bucket" trip before they leave Florida in a few months and move back to Athens, Georgia, where they met. She'll be teaching biology in high school and he'll be getting a PhD in music at the university and helping out with the band.

We've already talked with our airedale pals in Cumming, Georgia, so hope there will be new road trips in our future.

But, in the meantime, it was all about breakfast right here at home on our patio. Or at least breakfast for some of us!!

We're looking kind of scruffy right now -- but Mom has promised we'll "clean up real good" before our dates next Friday night with Ms. Gabbi and Ms. Essex.

After all the sadness of this week, with so many of our DWB acquaintances -- human and canine passing away -- we're looking forward to sharing some good dogship, and love, and fun!!

Jake and Just Harry

Two Wire Fox Terriers in Search of More Reliable Help!

When last we barked, Just Harry was in danger of being sold and I was impatiently waiting for an opportunity to send my True Beagle Love, Ms. Gabbi, more proofs of my affection.

But then forced silence. And that tired old excuse: "Must finish project."

I had to resort to surreptitious notes on Gabbi's cbox.

And Just Harry had to read his pals' comments by flashlight in the dark of night after everyone had gone to bed. He was so thrilled at all the invitations he received from so many places when his pals learned of his potential plight. He's been studying the maps -- also by flashlight -- to see just where he might go if push came to shove: Scotland? England? Switzerland? Tennessee? New York? Connecticut? Kansas? With all those opportunities, he told me he's been thinking of what else he can chew.

Well, finally, today, our pathetic entreaties prevailed -- and our unreliable help agreed to let us bark a few words.

First, so JH could say thank you to all those who said Mom should forgive him, but if she wouldn't, well he'd be welcome with them.

And second, to let Gabbi know how much I'm looking forward to our date. Oh, and JH too is looking forward to his date with Ms. Essex.

But that's all. No photos. No funny stories. No nothing but a few pleas for better help. Please!!!!

Jake

Drat!!! Foiled Again!!!

That woman!!! (Yeah, YOU, MOM!!!) She's so nosey. And she can hear the crunch of dog tooth on pen/pencil three rooms away!!! Ah, but dog tooth on rubber luggage tag or plastic highlighter -- that takes a bit longer to penetrate her eardrum. Silly me, I was so enthusiastic about my find when I pulled the place mat off the table, even though the chair was fully tucked under, that I crunched a bit louder than necessary -- just as I was about to explore the rubbery goodness of the first luggage tag after having separated the highlighter into its component parts.

Sadly, however, Mom was so excited about these luggage tags, which they bought a few weeks ago when they went to Spring Training, that I'm really in for it. She already pictured them on their suitcases when they fly to New York next month.

In her very disappointed voice, she gave me the "Just Harry, You-Are-Not-a-Puppy-Anymore-and-We-Expect-You-to-Make-More-Mature-Choices Lecture. Then I overheard her call Dogdad and warn him not to be surprised if there was just one dog here when he got home.

Yep, guess I'm The Perp -- again!!! Anyone out there who wants a really sweet, lovable (lots of kisses), incorrigible wire fox terrier? Will chew pencils for food!!!!Maybe if I close my eyes, she won't see me.
Just Harry

Bougainvillea, Brunch, and our Best Behavior

We were invited to an Easter brunch on Sunday with Mom and Dogdad's friends. They live about 45 minutes away to the south -- so we had a very cool road trip!!

When we got there, we saw the most beautiful bougainvillea. (Ours look like sick cousins by comparison. We're so embarrassed, we won't even show them.)

The brunch table had lots of yummies. OK, we'll have the eggs and the bread and we spy a few carrots...Mom, you can have the matzoh!!

Treats? For me?

And me???
More, please...Notice how good we're being. Nary a bark. OK, a few little friendly jumps, but no begging, no leg humping!!

Ah, but then I got to thinking about sweet Gabbi, so many miles across the ocean...And then JH crashed!! It's tiring being on our best behavior!!

OK, Mom, we're ready to go home.

Jake

Special Delivery for Ms. Gabbi

Dear Gabbi,

I'm sending you these spring flowers so you'll know that I'm thinking of you. Remember how daisies work -- "he loves me, he loves me not"? Well, I bet these all come out the same way: "Loves me!!" No need to pluck them -- I already confirmed the message.

Wishing you and Rosie and Alfie and Snoop -- and your folks -- a Happy Easter.

With lots of wirey love,

Jake

Passover Starts Tonight and Easter is on Sunday

We wish everyone the blessings of both holidays!!

Jake and Just Harry