Buford here. Mom went and did it, and I'm a little annoyed with her. She got rid of her sports car which was EASY for me to get in and out of. She replaced with with a bigger car with something called "all-wheel drive"---whatever that is.
Well, I can't get in the thing! It's too high off the ground! Mom had to bend down and lift my back end up into the car!! How humiliating!!! I just hope she always does this when the new stupid car is in the garage so no one sees the humiliation of it all.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
The Other Side
Yes she can be little destructo-dog, but this morning she was precious!
For the first time in months (not kidding) both pups slept through the night. Finally Buford woke up to tell me it was past time to take him out. Normally Della is in hot pursuit. But not today.
I got up, took Buford outside, brought Buford back inside...no Della!
I went back upstairs to the bedroom to find my precious little baby in my bed (ok, it's really their bed, but...), under the covers with her head on my pillow, sound asleep.
For the first time in months (not kidding) both pups slept through the night. Finally Buford woke up to tell me it was past time to take him out. Normally Della is in hot pursuit. But not today.
I got up, took Buford outside, brought Buford back inside...no Della!
I went back upstairs to the bedroom to find my precious little baby in my bed (ok, it's really their bed, but...), under the covers with her head on my pillow, sound asleep.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
But it WANTED to be ripped!
Don't let the innocent look of this face and those brown soulful eyes fool you--this is Della, the Destructo Dog! She is EeeeeeVIL!
Della is 18 months old, and in true basset hound fashion, has FINALLY figured out the housebreaking thing--YIPPEE! So down came one of the baby gates to start expanding the house a little since. But, to be on the safe side all the doors to the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms were closed to avoid "temptation" (read previous post entitled "Death to all Throw Pillows").
So Della could now play in the family room, laundry room, kitchen, dining room, living room, foyer, and upstairs hallway without getting into trouble....or so I thought.
Last night it got VERY quiet--a sure sign that mischief was afoot. All seemed fine downstairs--Buford was snoring on his chair in the living room (it is HIS chair as it is no longer fit for human sitting). But Della was nowhere to be found.
So I crept upstairs and when I was halfway up, I heard it! The tearing of paper!!! But that was impossible since all the doors were closed--what did she do, learn to turn a door knob?
No--I forgot about the bookcase in the hallway! Della had removed a 2 inch thick hardcover book from the bottom shelf and was happily shredding the paper cover and getting ready to start tearing the front hard cover off the binding!
She took one look at me, dropped the cover and ran to the end of the hallway where she laid down completely flat and tried to look apologetic.
So much for being a Princess--she's definitely on her way to her own OEBE title.
Della is 18 months old, and in true basset hound fashion, has FINALLY figured out the housebreaking thing--YIPPEE! So down came one of the baby gates to start expanding the house a little since. But, to be on the safe side all the doors to the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms were closed to avoid "temptation" (read previous post entitled "Death to all Throw Pillows").
So Della could now play in the family room, laundry room, kitchen, dining room, living room, foyer, and upstairs hallway without getting into trouble....or so I thought.
Last night it got VERY quiet--a sure sign that mischief was afoot. All seemed fine downstairs--Buford was snoring on his chair in the living room (it is HIS chair as it is no longer fit for human sitting). But Della was nowhere to be found.
So I crept upstairs and when I was halfway up, I heard it! The tearing of paper!!! But that was impossible since all the doors were closed--what did she do, learn to turn a door knob?
No--I forgot about the bookcase in the hallway! Della had removed a 2 inch thick hardcover book from the bottom shelf and was happily shredding the paper cover and getting ready to start tearing the front hard cover off the binding!
She took one look at me, dropped the cover and ran to the end of the hallway where she laid down completely flat and tried to look apologetic.
So much for being a Princess--she's definitely on her way to her own OEBE title.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
double trouble
We are being very good! Just look at how cute we are too!
So why won't our mom just put the entire box of biscuits on the floor?
So why won't our mom just put the entire box of biscuits on the floor?
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Mommy's Got a Cold!! YIPPEE!!
Hey great big world! This is Della and I got my paws on mommy's compawter. I know you're all wondering why I'm so excited about mommy being sick. You're pawbably thinking I am a mean puppy, but I'm weally not! You see, when mommy has a cold there are tissues EVEWEEWHERE!!! I WOVE TISSUES!!!
Of cause, when mommy sneezes she weally scares me :-(
Of cause, when mommy sneezes she weally scares me :-(
Friday, November 04, 2005
Death To All Throw Pillows
This is my motto, me Della D. Dog, and I have a motto and it is "death to all throw pillows! I lead a very busy life and I just do not have time for throw pillows. They are annoying because they take up far too much space on couches and chairs that are meant for my beautiful basset body. I spend part of my morning making sure that all offensive throw pillows are on the floor for two reasons: 1) no need to knock them off when I am in need of a nap after having tormented the c@t for most of the morning, and 2) if they are on the floor I have easier access to them for the evening's event of destruction.
First, since they are called throw pillows I put their description to action. I pick one up in my mouth and shake it until it flies from my mouth, thereby simulating an actual "throw." But that is not my main goal. If I shake hard enough I manage to rip open a seam--THAT is the goal!
After some extra hard shaking to ensure these couch hogs are sufficiently dead it is time to disembowel them! If I shake hard enough I can open the seam far enough to get my head inside--and then the disembowelment begins!
My friends, there is nothing more picturesque than a 90% black basset hound sitting on dark blue carpeting surrounded by white polyester filler! (too bad mom didn't have her camera at home today.)
First, since they are called throw pillows I put their description to action. I pick one up in my mouth and shake it until it flies from my mouth, thereby simulating an actual "throw." But that is not my main goal. If I shake hard enough I manage to rip open a seam--THAT is the goal!
After some extra hard shaking to ensure these couch hogs are sufficiently dead it is time to disembowel them! If I shake hard enough I can open the seam far enough to get my head inside--and then the disembowelment begins!
My friends, there is nothing more picturesque than a 90% black basset hound sitting on dark blue carpeting surrounded by white polyester filler! (too bad mom didn't have her camera at home today.)
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Neglected! Where is our mother??
Buford here. I have been residing in my wonderful home for over 6 years now and can say without a doubt that I hate the fall. Mother, oh mother, where are you? You called a week long absence "band camp." What the heck is that? For 10 days you got up even before me, gave us all breakfast, took us out, brought us in and then you left. You came back at noon for what--5 whole minutes! Just enough time to take us out again. You did the exact same thing at dinner time--at least you fed us. And then off you went AGAIN. You finally came home each night around 11 PM and what did you do after you took us out yet again? You went to sleep!
Now that that particular nightmare week is over, you're still out running around for something called "rehearsals." Mom? We want you home with us! Can't you just stay home and write shows for lots of other schools so you don't have to "go to work" every day and leave us home all alone? Please?
Now that that particular nightmare week is over, you're still out running around for something called "rehearsals." Mom? We want you home with us! Can't you just stay home and write shows for lots of other schools so you don't have to "go to work" every day and leave us home all alone? Please?
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