It’s In My Mouth Monday – I’m a Nature Lover: Don’t Hate Me.

Sherlock writing today.

I love nature. That might surprise many of you who think standard poodles are prissy and don’t like to get out and get dirty. Well let me tell you: we were bred to hunt and hunt I do.

The problem arises though when I bring my treasures I found outside inside. Momma Mim is funny about this. She gets to bring in things like plants in pots and and sticks she puts in vases that she calls decor. But when I bring in decor she huffs and puffs and throws it back out. For example, I brought in this little stick.

tiny stick

Momma Mim said it was debris and threw it back outside. I don’t know what debris is but I certainly know it doesn’t belong outside. That was a little stick out of a bird’s nest and it had the best smells on it. I figured Momma Mim didn’t like it because it was so small so the next time I found a bigger one.

bigger stick

And still she frowny faced and took it back out. Just because I don’t have a vase to stick it in doesn’t mean it isn’t decor. I decided to try something different. I found a great leaf.

mouth leaf

It was all crunchy and delicate. I loved it. But MM said I was naughty. I don’t get it? I’m helping. I found another really neat yellow leaf and brought it in. I heard MM coming so I tried to pass it off to Shasta. She would have none of it and once again I was in trouble.
I thought I had figured out what the problem was. MM was really picky about decor. So I needed to switch tactics. Instead of vegetation, I would bring in animals. MM loves animals! Wrong!!! She really lost it when I brought in my new nature find.

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Boy did she get upset. She said I was not allowed to bring anything inside at all. She gave me my squirrel and told me that was my limit as to rodents in the house.

fake squirle

That was the last straw. If she won’t let me bring nature in, I’ll just go live outside. I am already putting my decor outside. Let’s see if she huffs now.

outdoor toys

She is one hard woman to live with!!!


It’s Not My Fault – Please Don’t Take My Dogs Away From Me!

Momma Mim blogging today.

Let me start by saying I understand. Shasta and Sherlock are without something because of me. But I say what they are missing is a want – not a need.  I feel they can live full healthy lives without owning a cat.

(See for their side of the story.)

My beloved dogs are so determined to get a pet of their own they are now threatening to call PETA or the Humane Society on me. So now I am worried that animal activists are going to bonk me on the head to liberate my 2 spoos.  Therefor, I am appealing to you all: please let me keep my dogs – I do my best to make up for them not having a cat of their own.

For example:

I buy them every toy they put their nose on when we go shopping. This picture shows just the “downstairs toys.”

too many toys

They also have the “upstairs toys,” their “roof deck toys,” and their “garage/dog park toys.”

And then there is their diet. I buy them dog food that has more thought put into it than what I eat. And speaking of what I eat, I share that too.

sharing watermelon

And they have plenty of uncooked bones to chew (this was after I cleaned out both of their hiding spots.)

elephant graveyard

And I make sure they have lots of other kinds of chews.

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They get to choose what channels we watch on TV.

picking channels

And they have their own laptop to use to post their selfies.

thier own computer

They get lots of exercise at dog parks and places I let them “break the law.”

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And as for a comfy place to sleep, I think this says it all – that is MY king size bed.

No room for me

And they have their own spots on the furniture that they begrudgingly share.

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On the furniture

So what do you think? Do you think they have a case?  I love them with all my heart. And my head. So please animal lovers, look into my eyes and see – them not having a cat is not near as bad as us not having each other.

Nothing makes you feel more loved Can you hear him screaming let me go

Rabid Ramblings – That Which Strikes Fear in the Hearts of Heros.

Shasta writing today.

I’m a big girl.  Big boned. Big hearted. And full of big ideas.  But I have a big fear: monsters under the bed.  Momma Mim keeps saying there aren’t any there, but you be the judge.

It all started when I kept feeling like something was starting at me. MM said I was paranoid.

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Don't look behind you photoshop

Then one day I dropped my toy by the edge of the bed. When I went to retrieve it, there was SOMETHING there. At first I thought it was a dust bunny. MM is pretty good about cleaning, but sometimes dust bunnies move in. Then it moved. It seemed friendly enough.

Monster under the bed 1

It gave me a big toothy grin so I moved in to check it out. What a silly looking thing. It seemed like a clown creature – not a monster.

Monster under the bed 2

But then, just as I was about to invite it out to join me in a game of squeaky toy, the beast relieved itself.

Monster under the bed 3

This thing was bat ship crazy.  It was loony and evil at the same time.

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It reminded me of Yosemite Sam – mean to the core with crazy eyes.


I ran to get MM and she looked under the bed. Nothing she said. I insisted. She got out the flashlight and showed me. It was gone.  But I knew it would be back. MM said I was being silly.  We watched a movie called Monsters Inc. where the monsters were nice. But I knew what I saw. That was not a cute cuddly Sully.  I drew her a picture.

evil poodle

She said that looked like her sister. Again, she said I was being silly. There is no such thing as monsters. And if there were, they wouldn’t want to live under our bed. It is pretty boring under there. I agree. I have wiggled under there a few times myself and there is nothing going on. So I will just chill. I’m sure there is nothing to worry about!

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Tail Out Tuesday – Darn Amazon.

Momma Mim blogging today.

I just had to vent. Why can’t things look the same when you get them as they did on the web site. This was suppose to be beige – not Cafe Au Lait brown. And no where in the description did it mention the tail.  Sigh!

Well, I guess I will keep it anyway.  It would be a pain to get to the postal store. Plus, it goes well with the white one I have.  I just hope it is easy to keep clean.

Didn't match the description'

[Post-note: Once I got it up in the room it did look beige and I didn’t notice the tail at all.  I tried to use it to keep the TV from getting slobbered on but discovered putting the white on top of the beige one still resulted in a spit covered telly.  2015-03-18 00.18.28

I wonder if it comes in Black?]

{Post-note to the post-note: This is not unlike the time I ordered a polar bear skin rug and was sent this:

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I sent it back and told them it was larger in the picture and they sent this:

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While closer to the web site photo, it still wasn’t right. I decided to go with a different company and received this:

sleepy frog dog

They tried to sell me a white furry frog instead of the promised polar bear rug. Where is the truth in advertising these days?}

Mutt Movies – History Was Made With the Last Running of the Belmont Stakes.

Sherlock blogging today.

Let me start off by saying the only reason I insisted Momma Mim turn on the telly was because I heard the Belmont Steaks was on. I always enjoy a good steak.  I was very delighted to learn horses were involved. Some of my best friends are horses. I bark at the police horses and the horses that give rides in carriages around downtown.  They love that!

I quickly picked up on this betting thing.  I was able to get in a quick wager with the boxer next door on the race.  I could tell who would win because, well; I’m Sherlock. No clue escapes me. And of course I won. Three bones, a bag of Snausages, and the exclusive rights to bark at the local opossum – mine! All mine!!!

Momma Mim took some video of the race because she said history could be made.  And it was. For the first time in history, a poodle gave an Academy Award winning performance in a documentary.  I expect the Oscar – steak Oscar. I like asparagus, crab, and Bearnaise sauce!

Watch the video and judge for yourself. Regardless of an Oscar or not, I am already a winner. And American Pharoah wasn’t so bad himself.

Tongue Out Tuesday – Words Hurt

Sherlock blogging today.

Fudge my life! Last night we were hanging out at bed time waiting for Momma Mim to do this weird thing humans do with getting ready to sleep. [If they would just turn in a circle for four or five times, lay down, and close their eyes, it would go a lot faster.] Shasta had grabbed my spot right beside Momma Mim and was shamelessly hogging all the attention. I looked and saw Momma Mim’s fingers in Shasta’s mouth.

Ah ha! Finally Momma Mim was wondering why Shasta didn’t have a lovely long tongue like mine and was digging around to see what the problem was. I stuck out my tongue so MM would have a good example to judge by.

finger in mouth

Shasta seemed to be kind of gnawing on MM’s finger and MM was talking to her in a baby voice – surely to keep Shasta from freaking on her lack of stellar tongue.  MM rubbed Shasta’s nose and her fingers when back in Shasta’s mouth.  Obviously, MM was concerned. I stuck my tongue out even further to assure MM even if Shasta was sub-par, she still had me.

second touge out

Then, MM looked at me and said, “What are you doing silly dog.”  Silly dog? Here I am trying to help and she calls me silly. I was hurt. I needed my favorite fluffy toy. I left.

sherlock leaving

As I left I heard Shasta say, “I got your spot, silly dog. Ha ha ha!” I was tempted to just run away. But then I heard MM get up to wash Shasta’s nasty slobber off her hands(my slobber is like silk and I’m sure she wouldn’t have washed it off,) the treat bag she keeps on her dresser open, and her say, “Night night time Sherlock. Come get a treat. Let’s go night night.” Being the big hearted dog I am, I forgave them both. Plus, when Shasta got up to get her treat, I got my spot back. I may be silly but I am silly smart.

So remember, words may hurt, but it isn’t anything a good bacon flavored treat can’t fix 😉

TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – Who Would Want Catfish When They Could Have Dogfish?

Sherlock penning today.

Are you ready to see the very definition of cute? Are you ready to go awwwww to the point you almost pass out?  Are you ready to cry tears of joy because you have feasted your eyes on the most precious video ever? Well, sit down, grab a tissue and watch this video of Momma Mim “fishing” for me:

I know! I know! I was a living doll. I don’t know why people want to watch cats on the internet. Show me a cat that has that much fluffy on-screen presence. Yes, I have seen some cute videos of cats playing with things on strings, but they never added the dust mop cuteness that I did.

And if you just think it is my ego, let me tell you I think this applies to all dog vs cat pictures and videos online.  Grumpy cat has nothing on happy puppy.  The next time you are about to share that LOL Cat picture, just stop and think: would that cat bring you a stick back if you threw it? Would that cat take you for a walk every day just to make sure you stay healthy? Would that cat catch a Frisbee? No. Stop and find a nice pup to share. And if you really want to share love, joy, and fluffy cuteness find and share a poodle!

(PS: this doesn’t mean I still don’t want a cat of my own.  If you see Momma Mim please tell her how much her pets need a pet. Licks and snuggles to you all.)


The Amazing Eado Standard Poodles

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