tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39999120879535008982024-03-05T08:33:16.434-08:00A Dog's LifeBuzz's StoriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-35574447390313659222018-08-25T18:27:00.001-07:002018-08-30T10:47:57.145-07:00RIP Sweet Buzzy A lot of time has passed since Buzzy last posted on his blog. He lost his best buddy, Popo. Three years later his Nanny was taken as well. Buzzy took care of everyone. He easily made new friends on his many visits to the nursing home. Buzzy was a constant companion and the best friend a person could have.<br />
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Buzzy celebrated his 17th birthday in April. Monday evening he went to heaven to be with his Nanny and Popo. We are forever grateful for the time we had with Buzzy and the joy he added to our lives.<br />
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By my side, In my arms,</h3>
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A part of my Heart Forever </h3>
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As we were on our way to town today Auntie asked me if I knew where we were going. I knew we were headed to Bethany but she meant did I know we were stopping at the bank. When we pulled up to the drive-thru window I jumped onto her lap and put on my best "excited" smile. The girl smiled back, but nothing! I got closer to the window and started to shake. When she came back to the window there was still nothing! Then she asked if I wanted a treat. Of course, YES! (She was new, at least I'd never met her. I definitely should have introduced myself sooner.) When the drawer came back out there was an envelope with 9 crunchy treats--nine! Thank you!!<br />
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I hope she remembers me next time. I love this bank!</span><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-63444746869944755172013-09-30T10:52:00.000-07:002018-08-26T17:00:53.405-07:00UPS - The Big Brown Truck<br />
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The big brown truck turned in the driveway--oh boy, it's the UPS man! Auntie ran out to get the package and I was right on her heels. The driver was getting the package out and I started around the front of the truck, then I had a better idea! I ran up to the open door, hopped up the steps and right into the truck. I was so excited I jumped up on the dash. I didn't even hear him say "Sorry boy, but I don't have any treats." Lucky for me, Auntie had grabbed some kibble on the way out the door. <br />
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<span lang="">The UPS truck came, I got treats. All is good!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-21167942234475209832013-08-28T10:44:00.000-07:002018-08-30T10:48:49.532-07:00The Nice Lady at MFA<span lang="">A couple of weeks ago we went to MFA to check on propane. I stayed in the car, sitting on the console waiting for Auntie and Popo. The woman in the office saw them watching me out the window. She said she had a dog, too, and kept a bag of treats in her desk. She sent me out one of the biggest beef jerky treats I'd ever seen. It was so big Auntie only let me have a piece, saving the rest for later.<br />
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We went to MFA again today to get a little tank filled. When Auntie came back to the car she had another treat. I really have to go in and thank the nice lady in the office!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-64539816452743462472013-05-12T17:37:00.004-07:002013-05-12T17:41:19.716-07:00Smelly Donut<br />
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</strong>Auntie and I got in the Yukon this afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There was a stinky smell—she checked the trash sack and under the
seats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It smelled like something dead,
maybe a mouse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just sat on the
console, trying to stay out of the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then Popo got in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could smell
it, too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then they both looked at
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The source of the smell was sitting
right between them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What had I gotten
into now--smelly weeds, sewer water?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
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has just not been my weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday
we went to see the baby bison at Dunn Ranch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Of course I couldn’t actually ride on the wagon, but I could watch<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>everything else from the car. It was
pretty fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the way, we stopped at
Casey’s for donuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Auntie came out of
the store with a box—I watched with great anticipation as everyone ate their
donut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were some left in the
box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh boy, these must be for me!
Auntie put them in a cooler bag and zipped the top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darn, I’ve never tried to get in the cooler
bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided to just try to forget
about the donuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later in the day when
we stopped for lunch, Auntie fixed my food and got my water bowl out of the bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After everyone went in the restaurant to eat
lunch, I decided to see what I could find in the back seat. I got a whiff of
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-62555111482763553152013-05-05T17:26:00.000-07:002013-05-21T09:43:14.263-07:00Rabbit Wrangler<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span> </div>Auntie calls me a rabbit wrangler. When we went out to get the paper this morning there was a rabbit sitting right in front of me. I saw him and he saw me. The chase was on. I was hot on his tail then he circled back and stopped by the gas tank. He headed one way and I cut him off. Then he headed the opposite direction and there I was. We went back and forth around the tank. If he hadn’t finally run in a hole too small for me, I would have had rabbit for breakfast!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-77354819952883473702013-04-09T17:46:00.000-07:002018-08-30T11:00:50.219-07:00Happy Birthday to US!Happy Birthday Popo! Happy Birthday to ME! Happy Birthday to US!<br />
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Wow! There was a big snow drift--over 3 feet deep--over the steps off the deck. I had to go pee! Auntie dug through the drift and cleaned me a path. What a relief, but the next time I had to go out the path was nearly filled up. This is what I crawled over to get out to the yard. I think it's time to get the shovel out again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-89424175497595942562013-02-25T12:26:00.000-08:002013-02-26T12:35:50.924-08:00I'm In Trouble Aren't I?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you read my blog, you know I lead a dog's life. Here are a few more things to know about me.<br />
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<li>I will be 12 years old in April!</li>
<li>I love to eat--pretty much anything.</li>
<li>I like to get up early, usually by 4:30. The earlier I get up, the sooner I get breakfast.</li>
<li>I sleep in my bed during the day and Auntie's bed at night. I also like to sleep between Popo's legs or stretched out on the floor in the sun.</li>
<li>I bark in my sleep. Sometimes I even growl (I don't even growl when I'm awake).</li>
<li>I am good help in the kitchen. I set at Auntie's feet waiting for something to fall. One day a potato hit me on the back (good thing it was a little potato).</li>
<li>I'm always ready to go, and I go everywhere my humans go.</li>
<li>I can't be trusted in the car alone with the groceries.</li>
<li>I shake allover when we pull up to the bank drive-up window. The lady at the window gives me treats!</li>
<li>I have two younger (much younger) brothers. </li>
<li>I don't like loud noises--pounding sounds, yelling, thunder--I look for someplace to hide.</li>
<li>Popo says I have a very good disposition but I know what I want.</li>
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One of my favorite holidays is right around the corner and I am ready! I'm going to be a pumpkin this year. Auntie calls me Pumpkin Poo--so this is the perfect constume. When I wore it to town the other day, the girl at the bank called me a "cute little pumpkin" and gave me TWO treats!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-5369985310685331632012-09-14T07:00:00.001-07:002012-09-14T07:00:22.299-07:00Rabbit HunterI've been taking it pretty easy this summer. Even though I'm always watching for rabbits and squirrels, I think they've been hiding out to keep cool. Then yesterday Popo and I were taking our walk and I scared up a rabbit. It took off and I was right behind him--flat out running as fast as I could go. Then I hit the hole, rolling and spinning through the air! I landed on my feet and took off again but the rabbit had a lead on me. I was ok--just a little grass stain on my knees and a bruised ego.<br />
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Wow! I didn’t know what a cute pup I was until Auntie found some old pictures of me from my first canoe trip. I was just a little thing but I remember sitting on Popo’s lap in the canoe. He held on to me so I wouldn’t fall out. Mostly we just rode down the Current River, stopping to eat and play in the sand and water. At the end of the day I was tired and ready for a nap.<br />
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Hope you're having a good day off. I’m celebrating the end of summer with a walk, a nap and some watermelon. The corn may be gone, but if I can sneak a piece of watermelon I’m a happy dog.<br />
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Another day that was perfect for a picnic and a walk through the woods. We ate lunch next to the lake. Then it was time for a hike on one of the walking rails. Right after we crossed the dry creek bed I heard rustling--out jumped four deer. If Auntie hadn't had hold of my leash I would have been off and running! I could be a hunting dog! <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-3040080421030161212012-07-28T20:52:00.000-07:002012-07-28T20:57:03.911-07:00Corndog<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you like sweet corn?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I like it so much I’ve been helping Auntie in the garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ve been tilling and watering the corn all
summer, hoping to end up with something really yummy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, the weather hasn’t cooperated, the ears
are really small and then came the raccoons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This morning Auntie went out to pick the tomatoes, spinach
and corn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went out to help her shuck
the corn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were only four tiny ears
left after the raccoons went through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She gave me a little piece and put the other ears in a bucket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She went back to the garden to pick up all
the cobs the raccoons left behind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The bucket was sitting on a picnic table on the deck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood up as tall as I could and grabbed the
edge of the bucket—the shucked corn rolled toward me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heaven!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Auntie came back I was
standing in the yard with bits of cob scattered around me and corn hanging from
my chin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first she didn’t know what
I’d done—then she saw the bucket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh no,
this could be trouble!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(It’s not like
she didn’t know I like corn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the
high winds blew the top off the compost bin the other night, she found me
standing in the middle of the garbage eating corn cobs.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Popo said I "would do better next time."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know if he meant I wouldn’t get in
the corn bucket or I wouldn’t leave any evidence behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span>It helps to be cute and/or funny when you get into trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-36481582981626744392012-07-04T08:59:00.000-07:002012-07-28T20:49:34.228-07:00I Am A Good Boy<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re such a funny boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a good boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re so cute.“<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hear these things all the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So what came over me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a little after six in the morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Auntie had gone out to water the garden and everyone else was asleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had given me a few kibbles and said she’d be back in a little while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she came back in the house I was standing in the kitchen—trash everywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While she was outside I went through the kitchen trash can looking for something—something good to eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday was the big July 4<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> picnic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Auntie had been baking and cooking stuff to take.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because it was so hot, they brought our dinners home to eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw the paper plates, cupcake papers (I love cupcakes), and all kinds of other good stuff go in the trash can.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was done going through the trash, it looked like I had been possessed—everything was shredded into bits.</span><br />
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the UPS guy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Popo was in the eye doctor’s
office and Auntie and I were waiting for him in the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw the UPS truck pull into the parking lot
up the hill. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The driver got out and I
shot out of the car window, ran across the parking lot, climbed the retaining
wall and ran across the next parking lot and up to the office door the driver
went in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Auntie was running behind and
hollering for me to stop but I had to see the UPS guy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t see in the door and before the
driver came out, Auntie scooped me up and headed back to the car. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we got back she checked me over and
before I know it the same UPS truck pulled in right next to us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood up in the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so excited—my tail was going and I was
shaking all over!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was coming to see
me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, he got out and went into
the doctor’s office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t even notice
me standing in the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
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This afternoon when everyone went out to do some work, I stayed in the house alone. Auntie didn't want me to get out in the tall grass and pick up ticks. I don't know what came over me. I've been exceptionally hungry lately and went tooking for something to eat. I found a can of almonds on the trunk in Auntie's bedroom. When they came back in, there was the open can with a few nuts on the floor. When Auntie picked up the can she saw the tooth marks around the rim--how had I done that? Of all the things I could get in to, they wanted to know why I got the almonds--I'm guess I'm just a healthy eater!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-7618712582595106582012-06-06T07:29:00.000-07:002012-06-11T07:36:32.073-07:00Family Reunion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxLBa-883gl-WWCIfrfjSU-MIW4FbRJ4wRlhwt75BTOJ-rb83Woy7GKvThheduRCzoowNS4lBZlQ6JBZXlje-nAyE5Z6Knj6P8FR5NCMuAznMSJZMrwN3sEZRFPBj3OidNYN-bvvmKkY/s1600/IMG_5321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxLBa-883gl-WWCIfrfjSU-MIW4FbRJ4wRlhwt75BTOJ-rb83Woy7GKvThheduRCzoowNS4lBZlQ6JBZXlje-nAyE5Z6Knj6P8FR5NCMuAznMSJZMrwN3sEZRFPBj3OidNYN-bvvmKkY/s400/IMG_5321.JPG" width="266" /></a><br />
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I got to go to the family reunion/ birthday party. Auntie had been doing a lot of cooking—I knew it was going to be fun. Twenty-five of my relatives were there, but I really hit it off with the youngest, Lexie. She was the perfect dog walker. I even got to see my big sisters! We ate, played games and had a great time. I slept all the way home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-48976335020059126262012-05-31T07:26:00.000-07:002012-06-11T07:35:12.479-07:00TicksIt’s been awhile since I’ve written anything—but I had a good reason. I’ve been sick. I had a broken tooth that Mom (my Doctor, too) was going to pull. The day I went to Kansas City for my appointment I had a high temperature, I wouldn’t eat anything and the tooth wouldn’t stop bleeding. When my blood work came back from the lab, Mom new it was serious and started the treatment. She took care of me for a week, even feeding me special food with a spoon. I was finally showing signs of improvement so she let me go back to the farm. When Auntie and Popo came to pick me up I was still pale. I had lost a lot of weight and my balance was still off but I was happy to see them. Mom said it was like getting out of the ICU. All of this from a nasty tick bite—a tick I probably picked up hunting for rabbits.<br />
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Anyway, I’m doing better now. I still have to take my pills and have my blood checked every week but I’m ready for every meal! (Everybody new something more serious was wrong when I wouldn’t eat!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3999912087953500898.post-75393327105817691332012-05-05T08:37:00.000-07:002012-05-05T08:37:03.611-07:00Mud Ball<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBXJ6LPu6Vwj-R4MzfaWVjirIveC6tXDlX6VxZkKJL9kqYmUOLhU7nsOFXZkctIz1nITNDOxiyvjZIV9voSQ0impSf03JC9RCfNXG3RZ_BzwQatmuawOKeFAe_X6k9QydaB0mNQFZDns/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBXJ6LPu6Vwj-R4MzfaWVjirIveC6tXDlX6VxZkKJL9kqYmUOLhU7nsOFXZkctIz1nITNDOxiyvjZIV9voSQ0impSf03JC9RCfNXG3RZ_BzwQatmuawOKeFAe_X6k9QydaB0mNQFZDns/s200/IMG_5286.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><br />
Popo, Auntie and I went outside to do some odd jobs. I thought I’d look around the usual places for a rabbit. Popo said he’d seen one when he was mowing. I was poking around in the tall grass and there he was—I tracked him through the grass and out into to pasture. Then he headed back across the yard. I was still on his trail, but he was out of sight. Everybody was calling my name but I was too busy to stop. Then I got him in my sight and we were off—I was a few yards behind but he wasn’t getting away this time. I was yelping and he was squealing as we shot across the yard, around the shed and down through the garden. Then he was out of sight, darting into a drain pipe. I worked in the water and mud, trying to see if he was still in the pipe or had gone out the other end.<br />
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All this time, Popo and Auntie were calling for me. I knew they were looking for me but I just couldn’t give up the chase. Finally Auntie saw my butt sticking up out of the grass. She couldn’t help laughing—I was covered in mud for nose to tail. With all the water, I couldn’t pick up the scent so I guess it’s time for another bath!<br />
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Popo and I celebrated our birthdays--he's 94 and I'm younger! They say I'm 11 but I'm not sure. If I get my wish I just might start having a birthday every week. This is the only time I've had cake without getting into trouble. I got to eat the crumbs off the cupcake paper without having to dig it out of the trash--it was my own cupcake complete with a big candle!<br />
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