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Mom is playing with Picnik.....

She thinks she's reeeaaaaaaal funny.

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I am slowly transferring posts over here and there are some things being tweaked and worked out yet on my new blog.  I will be up and posting very soon!

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Keeping Mushu Safe at Night

We have teenagers in the house.  Two of them and one who moved out but visits often.    2 + 1 = 3.  Mom taught me that.

Mom says those teenagers...and all their friends....are coming and going so much it makes her head spin some days.  She said with all those teenagers driving up and down the driveway and me outside a lot, it makes her worry no one is paying attention when I'm outside and running around.  She says I don't pay attention and she says the teenagers don't always pay attention either.  She might be right.

So mom didn't want me to get run over because she said if I did I would be flatter then a pancake.  I like pancakes.  I especially like pancakes with butter on them.  I don't get enough pancakes though.  That's my opinion.

Mom said I wouldn't like to BE a pancake so she bought me a new collar.  The Meany Man made fun of mom when he saw it.  He said "What next??" and mom said "I'm not sure."  Then she said "Oh be quiet."  She tells me to be quiet when I hear someone come up the driveway and I bark my head off.  My head doesn't really come off so don't worry.  But I know how Meany Man felt when she told him to be quiet.  He still made fun of her though.  Not like me.  I listen to mom when she says to be quiet.  Well mostly I do.

Mom put together a short film with me wearing my collar.  I look like a UFO.  Then I run away from her a lot.  Then I look like a UFO again.  The End.

If the video doesn't work you can go to YouTube and see it there.  It sometimes takes awhile for the video to process so please be patient.

Mushu Goes To The Groomers

I was visiting a blog I can't for the life of me remember and in the comment section someone had recommended a video program for the blogger to try.  I wrote the program down on a piece of paper and then promptly forgot about it.  Until today.

And I know.  It's actually a pretty sucky shaky video, but don't bug me.  I'll probably most likely not get better.  And an even bigger AND....for all the dog lovers out there who are going to write and tell me Mushu should be buckled down when we're driving.  I know ok.  He has a harness I normally bring to hook him into his seat but I was late and couldn't find it so ran out of the house without it.  Personally I think Mushu hid it but I don't have any proof of that.  So I know.  Dogs loose in a vehicle is not good.  To think 400 hundred years ago our farm dogs used to ride free as a bird in the back of the old farm truck with us 10 year olds driving through the field and hitting every gopher hole while we went.  Guess they were tougher back then.

If you can't see the video below...and want to so you can make fun of me....you can click here and it will take you to YouTube.  The video has just been uploaded so it takes awhile for it to show up in my Youtube file.

YOU'VE Got Mail

Mom had a whole other post that was supposed to be up but Typepad burped or puked or whatever it did and now she can't find the post.  Ah well.  She said everything happens for a reason because after opening the mail this morning she said she just had to post what I got in the mail.

The Boy stops and gets the mail on his way home from school every day.  Which is fantastic.  If mom actually bothers to open the mail.  Sometimes she will go a week without opening the mail.  The Boy brought in the mail on monday and I tried telling mom there was something in the mail for me.  I knew it because I could smell it.  So this morning....wednesday.....she finally asked why I was constantly sitting and looking at the dining room table and why I would sometimes put my front paws up on the dining room chair and sniff the air.  I'm not allowed to put my paws up on the dining room chairs.  But I am allowed to sniff the air.  I smelled something goooooood.

The minute she came over to finally see what I was going on about and lifted the one envelope?  I just about pee'd with excitement right there on the floor.  I didn't though.  I only pee in the doctor's office sometimes.  And in the groomer's office sometimes.  What?  I have an exciteable bladder.

There were two beautiful cards inside.  One for me and one for mom.  I'm only going to go show you mine here because it's my day blog.  Guess who the card is from?  Go ahead guess.  Ok I'll tell you.  The card is from Chloe and Jeanne from Bermudabluez.  Mom stood there and said "Oh my!  Isn't that just the nicest thing in the world??!"  I said "Yes.  Now give me my treat please."

Above mom is letting me sniff the treat package that came with the card. Look how pretty Jeanne and Chloe wrapped my treat!

This is me taking the treat from mom.

Mom tried to take a picture of me eating the treat but I bolted to my favorite spot the minute she handed it to me.  By the time she got down there, I had already eaten it.  Every last goodness of it.  Then I licked the spot on the rug where I had laid the treat down.....

Then I looked at mom and said "More please?"

A huge big doggy hug and slurp go to Chloe and Jeanne.

Mushu's New Bench

Three years and countless stores later, my human mom finally found 'the' right bench for under the window in her office.  Anyone who calls that woman an impulse buyer would be wrong.

I have been spending days and nights on this bench since she brought it home.  It's the perfect height and I can now rest my chin on the ledge and look out the window and watch all the birds and deer and one squirrel and that pesky neighbour dog doodoo head.  I can go on it anytime I want to and mom even bought me a little rug to put in the front of the bench so I had something to grip onto when I jump on and off of it.  Otherwise the floor is slippery and I fall on my head.

I sleep here all the time when my mom is in her office.

I love my mom.

Does Mushu Like His Picture Taken?

I've been asked a few times now, with all the pictures I take of Mushu, does he like to have his picture taken or does he just tolerate it.  One word will answer this question quite nicely.  No and no.  No he doesn't like his picture taken and no he won't tolerate it.  Unless the bribe of a treat is used.  Or I catch him sleeping.

As you can see from the video he's a bit of a pain when it comes to me trying to 'capture' him with my camera.  This was the Flip I had in my hand, just imagine a digital camera where you're trying to focus on you're subject who is avoiding you at all costs.

Yes he is hiding under my chair in the beginning of the video.  Yes that is 'stuff' all over the floor because I'm cleaning my office right now.  Gotta problem with that??  Mushu's tail wagging?  Means I'm sooooo having fun messing with you and your camera.  The paw up?  Means I will sit still for a treat.  I will sit all day long for a treat.  Me flicking the camera a bit in the video?  Means if he thinks I'm taking the camera away....he'll look up or sit still.  When I bring the camera back down?  He looks away or walks off.

Mystery Solved

Mushu is in time out.

You may have heard Mushu whine on here before about not getting enough to eat.  Like his human mom, he has weight issues right now.  Unlike his human mom, he has someone...me...who keeps an eye on him and controls what he's eating at all times.  He dropped 5 pounds and was looking quite svelte for a pup of 8 years.  He has since gained some back.  But he's always starving.  Just ask him.  Add in that he has allergies....which I'll write about another time....and limited to what he can eat and...he's starving.  Just ask him.

I was going to make a fun little video with me talking in the background all not professional-like about Mushu's favorite treat I give him.  The same treats I found out are not allowed in Australia.  Or maybe they are but definitely should be kept in the sealed original package when sent.  Otherwise the border patrol (or whatever you call them) thinks you sent something illegal and will confiscate them.  Or something.  Uh.  Anyway.  Instead I present a really shaky video with my voice barely audible in the background, and if you do manage to hear my voice I want to remind you this sounds nothing like me because I was shocked at what Mushu had brought in from outside.  And?  I've been playing with the Flip lately and noticed something.  Why does my voice get higher when I talk to the dog?  Surely I don't talk baby talk to my dog.  *gasp!*

Anyway.  This Flip video does solve the mystery of why Mushu wanted outside 14 million times yesterday.  I have no idea where his new found steakbone came from and I have no way of knowing how much he ate before appearing back in the house with this in tow.

I do however, fear Mushu is trudging his way through the deep snow, then through all the trees that border our property and the neighbour's property......sneaking up to the neighbour's house....and stealing the neighbour dog's dinner.

Thief.

Butthead.

Mushu Flips

Ok not exactly flip but I did sit and wonder what the heck my human mom was up to.  Was it a treat she was pointing at me?  Was it dog food?  Was it a new toy?  No.  It was mom ripping open a package and pulling this thing called a Flip out and then pointing it at me.

She has wanted one for awhile now but I'm not sure what the problem was.  I do know a really nice lady named Frannie asked if she could help mom get one and mom said "YES please!".  Just like that too.  "YES please!".  She was walking around the house today saying "Thank you thank you THANK YOU to FRANNIE!" and "Frannie rocks!" and I followed her slightly confused and thinking to myself "What in the world is she talking about.  And who is this Frannie?"

Mom said she had lots of running around to do yesterday and it was all she could do to not open the package in the vehicle.  But she opened it the minute she got in the house and I was the first official victim one to have a video made.  I really wish she would have given me time to wash and comb my hair though.