Chug is HOME!

Our Chug-Man is doing a two week foster-to-adopt with a nice family in Richardson. They have a 10-year old boy who likes to train dogs to do tricks. He has two foster siblings - a shy pomeranian and an ancient chihuahua who runs the show.

I have confidence that his new family will fall in love with him just like we have.

Delilah Found a Home!

Z-Dog Here,

Our sweet temptress, Delilah, has found a home on Saturday with a nice lady and her daughters. She adopted Roman, a teeny miniature schnauzer at the same time.


Delilah is such a happy soul and she is going to be missed here AND at Downtown Dog

I'm a little happy to have the whole couch back, though. Delilah was so good at cuddling that Mom would let her up there all the time. Sheesh.

The Chug-Meister is Back!

Hey everyone. I would like to announce that Chug has re-joined our pack. His new family decided that they couldn't keep him. They said he pooped in their house. He's been back here for a little bit and we haven't had any problems. Maybe he's one of those stealth poopers.


We went to Downtown Dog today and had a BLAST! Mom is going to work for them for a little while and boy am I happy. This is doggie nirvana! It's not very far from our house and I get to play outside all the time - not like that stinky Pete & Mac's where they put me in a cage for 4 hours a day. They have big outdoor areas that take up an entire ACRE!


Chug has lots of energy. I don't remember him being this frantic, but Mom says that changing homes a lot probably has something to do with it.

Truman didn't like Chug when he first came back to our house. Probably because Chug has the speed and dexterity of a cement truck with a flat tire... After a couple of days, Truman started to play with Chug and now they are good friends. Truman plays this weird version of the bitey-face game where he hops around and then wants Chug to chew on his face.
Chug opens his mouth, Truman sticks his whole head in and Chug just noms away. Wierdos.

Woofers,

Zeus

Meet Truman! The Tripawd Wonder

Hey guys. Sorry it's taken me so long to post. My Mom has been keeping me pretty busy lately and I haven't had any computer time!

I would like to introduce you to my new foster bro, Truman!


He is a Chi-weenie (a blend of Chihuahua and Dachshund). His front right leg was born underformed, so he doesn't use it. Hasn't slowed him down a bit, though.


He really likes running around the house with Lucy's toad toy (which is about twice as big as him). He also runs to the lookout point at the back of the yard with me and Lucy when we do our 17 squirrel patrols a day. In fact, Mom is having a hard time keeping him out of trouble. He jumps up onto the sofa, jumps up onto the bed, jumps up on Mom's desk. And then after all that jumping up, there's the jumping down. Oh, and he's also learned how to go out the cat door to the garage to eat cat treats out of the litter box. I tried to go out there with him and got in REALLY big trouble with Dad. Dad yelled at me, but says he is still trying to figure out how I fit through that tiny door.

Truman says "Live Long and Prosper" (or Hook 'Em Horns if you aren't a trekkie)


Woofers,

Zeus

Happy New Year!

It's been a pretty busy holiday, so sorry for not posting sooner. Mom has been really busy making curtains for the bedroom so that she and I can sleep in without the light waking us up. Since I get her up at 4:30 every morning to go to the bathroom and do early squirrel patrol, I figure that letting her sew curtains instead of blogging is the least I can do.


I have a lot of things to tell you about.

First: Newman is getting a home! He has had MANY suitors and should be going home with one of them this week! We sent him back home with Yvette (the nice lady in charge of Lost Paws) so that he could meet his fur-ever family while we are in Arkansas.

Which leads me to my second note: We are going to visit my grandparents in Arkansas tomorrow. It's been pretty cold there lately, so I'm going to dress for the occasion:


Just kidding. That would never keep me warm. It's just to attract the chicks (or as we say in the 'hood, the chicas). I am an Akitador - I'm made for the cold weather! Plus, Nana will make sure that I come in to "sample" each meal while it's being prepared, so I can't possibly be out there long enough to get chilled.

Mom and Dad took us to Cafe Brazil on Monday. It wasn't too cold, but it would have been nice to have a heater like my super fave - Beckley Brewhouse. Newman had never been to a restaurant before, so he was a little antsy. In fact, the only way Mom got a picture of him is because she has super-duper camera. He was still for about a millisecond. I got to lay on the blankie that my Auntie Cheri made me. It is zoo animals because she says my name is "Zoooooos".


As if hanging out with wiggly, stinky Newman in a public place wasn't embarrassing enough, THIS happened:


See that little white spot on my head??? Someone DRIPPED ice cream on me!


I was minding my own business, sniffing under the table for tidbits when my klutzy Mom dropped ice cream on my head. And did she apologize right away and clean it up?? NO. She took a picture first. And did I at least get to eat the drip?? NO. She said ice cream isn't good for dogs.

Sheesh.

I had an okay time at Bark in the Park in Hickory Creek last weekend.  My mom was a little bummed because they wouldn't allow adoptions of her Lost Paws rescue dogs.  She perked up a little when she realized that sending dogs for our two week foster-to-adopt probably didn't "technically" count as adoption.  Since my mom is a total girl scout when it comes to following rules, I figured she must have been pretty desperate.  The little lady that wanted to take Ashlyn home was REALLY nice.  She even gave me a pat.

There weren't as many people there as I thought there would be.... which was fine with me because mom made me wear an orange apron from the Home Depot kids table.  Sure I looked all manly and handy and everything - but sheesh!  Thankfully, her camera battery ran out before she could take a picture of me.