Fine Art Graces Our Life

Mum's picture from Howie PeePants' Mum, Nancy Medina, arrived at work today! Isn't the oil painting gorgeous? Mum has hung it in her cubicle so when she twirls around to get up she looks at it and it reminds her of gardens, flowers and wonderful old doors. Our Aunt Nancy PeePants is a wonderful artist and has her own website at http://nancymedina.com/. We don't go there (Mum does) because we go see our cousin Howie at his blog at The Pugpant Chronicles. Truth be known, we believe Howie does most of the painting and that his mother is taking the credit. We have no proof but there are rumors.

Mum got another painting of a sunflower and she has that on her desk at work. It too is beautiful but Mum isn't sure how she can get a photo of it without bringing unwanted attention during work hours. You can understand her dilemma! BOL!

I am like Mango because... (10 reasons why)

Mango has this great contest going on wherein one does a blog entry as to why they are like Mango or why they are a Mango wanna-be. As I have always held Mr. Mango in the highest of regard, it is easy for me to share how I have taken on some of his most sterling qualities. Shall we begin?

I am like Mango because....(10 reasons why)

(1) I have enormous teeth with which I terrorize my brother, Cooper. (Mango does the same with his brother, Dexter).

(I know this is a most scary of pictures but it was a controlled bite-fest and no one was hurt)

(2)  I am a patriotic dog and I am fighting the war on terrorism here in Philomath, Oregon. Since I started my unit, Osama Bin Laden has not been seen in the area. (Mum said Osama Bin Laden has never been seen in this area but that is immaterial).

(3) I helped send out the alert that our local food cooperative, First Alternative, was serving Mango smoothies this Spring and organized a local boycott. We sent a powerful message that Mango smoothies were just wrong!

(4) I am a snappy dresser, like Mango, and try and dress for each and every holiday.

(5) I am able to do controlled pee'ing so that Cooper and I can do synchronized pee'ing in the yard. It's not as easy as it looks.

(6) I am incredibly patient with my parents and let them use me as a prop for parades and other self-centered activities. I rarely bite small children who pull my ears and I let old ladies coo over me.

(7) I sleep in the most amazing postures, like Mango, except unlike Mango, I got no family jewels because I got tutored.

(8) Like Mango I am incredibly brave and did not cry in either of my two knee surgeries and only made a couple of rude comments when I was on the morphine. Plus, I look adorable when I am asleep.

(9) I am a dedicated sentry and rarely sleep on duty.

(10) I was the first dog in the family and made all the family pictures much more appealing with my "corginess" and yet, I have never been one to draw attention to myself.

That is pretty much my essay on how I am like Mango. Perhaps you should enter the contest! Click here and learn how you can enter.

Now I am off to stuff the ballot box if I can find it.

Love, Dozer

PS: Please keep my friend Howie PeePants in your thoughts and prayers. He is in the hospital because of pancreatitis. Go visit and let his Mum, Nancy, know you are pulling for the big guy. We love you Howie, get well soon!

Buzz Lightdog and his trusty sidekick Dottie!

We’ve been reading up about Texas and if we are to save HowiePeePants from his jail cell, we have to be prepared. Mum says we would pass out in the heat down south so we called the groomer and all three of us went in for buzz cuts.

This here is Cooper. He decided not to get a buzz cut because he has really, really skinny little legs. He figures he will take his chances with the heat.

This is Dottie, pre-buzz. Once again, notice the resemblance to a pig in a poke or a beached whale. Sheesh, does the woman have no sense of decorum? Apparently not!

Miss Dottie post-buzz cut. (Yes, I know she was taking a pee break but so what!) Check out her tail! Bottle brush, bottle brush tail! BOL!This me by my pool having a drink. I can finally feel the wind under my belly. And I am about 50 degrees cooler.
Buzz Lightdog to the rescue! But first, let's get this kibble container open and have a snack! We're comin' Howie!

Giganormous Emergency in Texas - Dozer

This here is Howie. Below is his sad tale. So Howie PeePants in Texas has gotten an email out that he is being held captive in a prison crate with a giganormous "cone of shame" all over his noggin. We looked up what the cone thingy might look like and this is what Google showed us! How can Howie PeePants sleep with such a thing on? Obviously this calls for action! Please let me know if you are available to go to Texas immediately to save Howie from from this torture and if you have enough kibble money to fly or if you are coming by bus. No need to ask your parents, we'll just run down to Texas (it is only on the second page of the Atlas so it cannot be that far from Oregon) and be back by dinner time. We would do it for you, so consider saving Howie today please.

Notes from Howie in Texas - Dozer

Message No. 1:

Emmy, are you sure we can't eat Burt? He smells delishush! I've got him here in the back yard so when I run out the doggy door I can pee on his leg so he will feel right at home. Dozer and Cooper, make room on that big bed, we're leaving Burt outside so I don't gotta share the pillow.xxxoo Howie

Message No. 2:

Dozer, if we get some sheep, does that mean we can eat Burt the Buffalo? Do you think Emmy will notice if Burt is on a bun with extra ketchup instead of in the back yard grazing?Howard Pee Host Puggy

Message No. 3:

This here is Howie and now I am REALLY Confused. Didn't Aunty Melissa send us BURT ahead of Emmy? So that's like our FOOD before our guest, right?? So to me, the way I thinks about it, we need to fire up the big grill!!!! It's time to roast up Burt!!! mmm.

Message No. 4:

Dozer and Coop, this here is Howie and um, yea, that's a real cute card, but back to the whole food thing. I got some bad news about Burt. Before I tell you the bad news, do you think Emmy was real attached to Burt?

Message No. 5:

Oh, um, ahem, hey Doze and Coopster it's me Howie again. Mom's gone to bed so I took over the 'puter. And I got just one more question - don't you guys think it's really twilight zoney kinda STRANGE that our moms have the SAME NAME and our moms are BOTH WEIRD???? *creepy music playing in background* Do you think maybe we got the SAME MOMS!!!!????

Note to self: Find out how much Emmitt liked Burt, check into whether I was adopted, research Mum's background and get train tickets to Texas.

Gettin' Ready for Hearts & Flowers - Dozer

I helped Mum make this lovely Valentine's Day card for her Dad last night. Honestly, I do not know what the woman would do without me to keep her on track.

More later on our preparations for our trip to Texas to meet up with Howie.

Notes from Howie

Dozer,

this here is Howie. I got bad news. I ate all the party food. I waited a whole three minutes fur you guys. So be sure to pack plenty when you come, k?

Dear Howie,

I understand but I don't think Emmitt will. We will ask Emmitt to go find more food with Burt the Buffalo. This time keep your paws off it until we get there. Sheesh! Dozer

Cover Your Eyes - Shield the Children!

First, Cooper is not a Corgi, he is an American Cocker Spaniel. And as such, he should act like a Cocker Spaniel and sleep on his side. I caught him napping on the bed and he was giggling because he was sleeping on his back, just like I do! He said his tummy slid all over and finally settled on his sides and his legs just went where they wanted. He started laughing so hard I thought he would fall off the bed. I do not see what is so humorous! Cooper had me measure how long and wide he is so Howie Pee Pants can measure his parents bed to make sure there is plenty of room for me, Cooper and Emmit. I am not sure if Emmit is bringing friends so Howie, you better make sure you have a spare bed or couch.
Crikey, you could play connect-the-dots on Cooper's tummy. BOL!

Cooper gets bigger when he lies on his back. I finally got him up and made him start packing for Texas. We aren't sure what to take but we think you have to have a cowboy hat to get into the state. Cooper wants to see George Strait's house and meet him. I will have to check with Howie and see if he knows Mr. Strait. Personally, I would like to meet Mrs. Strait because I bet she is the one with the treats.

Yawn...I have to go to bed now..all this planning for our trip to Texas is tiring. Night Howie, we'll be there before you know it.

Howie is the Host with the Most

DozerBritches,

this here is Howie. I hope you and CoopsterMan works it all out. I wish you well. NO worries about the bedwetting, mom's gettin real old these days so she's bound to have sum Depends around here somewhere.Emmypants, bring the food and git here pronto. *puddles of drool forming at Howie's feet as he gazes at photo of Emmitt's loot*I don't know how you got it all without thumbies, but we can go over them details after we eat.- H. Pee

I'm Packing, Bed Rest Sucks!

Moco said he would join Howie in saving me from prison. I will try and figure out to thank them later. For now, I am packing and looking for file to break out of my prison. Could someone bake me cake with a saw inside please?

Moco wrote:

Tell Howie to bring that rolling trailer house by here and we will come help him rescue you. Your mom will quiver when we come as a pack of 2 or 3 or 4 to break you out of the "big house." Of course I will make you rest and do physical therapy to get that leg back into action. That Coop is a great sib. I know from experience though that their (cockers) attention span is short. You can't fault him for trying though.

Update 3:41pm: Emmit the Pug said he is coming for me too. (Click his picture to visit his blog. I had no idea pugs could draw so well, must be because they have small paws.)

"emmitt says he will also be in wagon to help break you out. he has a cardigan corgi cousin named moe who is the brains of his gang and help is on the way.xom & e "

Thanks Howee and other Fatties

Thanks to my pals in Texas who put me on their blog. Howee, I feel bad I never came and rescued you when you were locked up for fartin'. Can you rent a Winnebago and come rescue me from prison? I've been sentenced to 6-8 weeks and won't get out until Christmas at this rate!

We got a new friend

Mum was reading the comments on our blog out loud 'cause I can't read very well, and there was a new one from a dog named Dakota who lives in Maryland. Mum says that is on the East Coast of the United States so Dakota is as far away as Howie. Anyway, Dakota gave us this nifty gift (see right) which made us very happy. We dogs are just shallow enough to appreciate tokens of esteem and presents - of course treats are nice too! So we added Dakota to our list of blogs we have to visit daily. I like Dakota's eyes, they are very soulful and a really neat color. I went and looked in the mirror for a long time but I don't think my eyes are quite that interesting. I will have to find out how Dakota got those eyes.

Coop and I discussed awarding Dakota our coveted and home-made blog award and it was a unanimous vote that Dakota receive the award. Dottie couldn't vote as she was indisposed because she is still fartin' carrots all over the yard and house. Mum keeps gasping and rolling her eyes - who knew Dottie could hold that much gas? Not me. Anyway, Dakota is a very good writer and we think she should get the award. We have had a long day so Mum says it is time to get our woobie toys and go to bed. So good-night Dakota, and Howie, River, Wally, Mango and Peanut, and the Corgi Girls in the Lounge and Preppy Pugs and anyone else I forgot.

We're Comin' Howie!

We heard from Howie in Texas. He has managed to circumvent his Mum's password on her computer and gotten a message out to us. Apparently his Mum has sent dire warnings out about Howie's wet farts. We're not so worried but our Mum did take a loving look at the living room couch, which is really our couch. If Mum only knew how many farts have been absorbed into the corduroy cushions, she would just cringe.

Willow and Wally are ready to make the trip to Texas with us to spring Howie. Of course we can't just run off without preparation. Heck no! I have started my regime by watching The Alamo which we believe is somewhere in the great state of Texas.

Being from the Northwest, Cooper and I do not really know that much about the land called Texas. We know that a lot of people and cattle live there and that they have blue bonnets (not the margarine, the flower).

I thought it best to begin training slowly. To that end I am practicing my attack skills on cowboy hats in case Howie's Mum lets loose with a posse or a herd of cowboys. I know she is a painter but they can have a wild side, let me tell you!

Willow and Wally will be conduting their own regime to ready for our response to Howie's incarceration. Be patient big guy! We're coming!

Take that cowboy hat! I'll show you!

Difficult Days at Dozer's Den

In preparation for our mission to save Howie in Texas, we have begun intensive training (with treats) to make it through the devious traps that will be laid in our way as we make our way through the land called Texas. We are undergoing the highly coveted Marine/Navy/Army/Air Force Seal-Ranger-Canine program so we are in tip top shape.

Here we are undergoing adaptability testing for scampering through the tunnels we expect to encounter. Sadly, we do not seem to have the aptitude for anything except treats.

More tomorrow.

No Word From Howee

We have had no word from Texas. We can only assume that Howie is in solitary and cannot sneak farty messages out. Willow is ready to go, as are others. We wait to hear from our comrade-in-farts and then we will set off on our rescue mission.

Rescue Coordinator Dozer

Free Howie! Write Your Congressman!

Howie is in jail, his Mother has him locked away in Texas. (See note below). She calls it "Time Out" but I think we all know what it really is. We are worried about Howie - he may be on a bread and water diet. How can he survive on that? Mum says I am becoming over dramatic - get real!

It is time to get a posse together and go save Howie. I tried to call the ASPCA but I haven't got thumbs either and I ended up dialing a 1-900 number and there was a very nice person at the end of the phone who promised all sorts of things until Mummy hung the phone up. I was just trying to help Howie, how could I know the lady named Bambi Delight wouldn't be able to help me? Mum can be so narrow sometimes.

Tonight if I had knees I would get on them and ask everyone at the Rainbow Bridge to help me get Howie out of lock up. But Corgis haven't got knees, we haven't even got much of legs. So get the word out and sign up (to the right) and let us know if we can count you in to save this poor pug in Texas.

Howee's message:

Hey, Willow, Dozer, can you call the double a ess pee cee aye??? I don't got no thumbs and I'm locked up here in The Time Outs Zone fur fartin. It ain't rite!!!!!!yer good pal awaiting extradition,Bad Pee

Dogs Rule

Mum had never seen this video before and almost had an accident because it made her laugh so hard. I think it definitely highlights the power and presence of dogs. Once Howie and Willow and I get together we will make a video of choral farting. I wonder if there is still smell-o-vision?

I Fart Because I Can

Hey Howie,

Your Mother got Willow's ire up! Check out what he thinks. Me, I think we can go to Willow's house and have a great time! BOL! Thhhhrrrrppp!

Time outs for farting? What the crap is that about??? EVERYONE in our house would be in time out if we lived at Howies house. Howie.....dude....our door is open to you buddy. My mommy allows farting and we rate ours. Nope, no time outs here.

Fart away,Willow

Paw-Limpic Remarks

Apparently Howie's Mother does not have the right attitude when it comes to our Paw-limpic dreams, as Howie shares below. Thanks for standing with us on the podium Howie. Your Mother will be standing by herself in the Paw-limpic time out booth when we run the world.

Howie gives the rings a 9.0 *stands up and raises card up high from judge's booth* He said you should get DOUBLE TREATS for your hard work. Mommysnorts gets a 7.0 *Howie holds up card with 7.0 on it* and makes farting noise. Howie's mom puts Howie in times outs for that.