Shatter proof

I've got a wiggle-butt. When I see someone, my whole back end shakes with excitement. So it should come to no surprise that sometimes I wiggle backwards causing an ornament (or two) to fall off the tree.


Because of this, mom only hangs shatter proof ornaments on the bottom half of the Christmas tree. Not because I want to run into the tree, but because my back-end gets so excited. So you see, its really not my fault.

Forgive me?

Where you been?

I just realized I haven't posted since July 4. If anyone is reading this, first let me give my apologizes.

Now lets get down to business.

ITS CHRISTMAS TIME!! Do you know what that means? It means SNOW! I love snow! Yesterday we had the most snow ever fall and I GOT TO RUN IN IT (until mom called me inside...something about frost bite...)

And when mom was shoveling me a path I got to chase after the shovel. I LOVE the shovel! I especially love when mom lets me run under the shovel when she's ready to empty it. AHHHHH a fresh bath of snow! Brrrr.

Rut-roh!

I was so caught up in playing fetch with Zoe that I didn't really pay attention to the throbbing pain my front paws yesterday.

We were up at the lake house celebrating the Fourth of July and boy did I get a work out! We ran up the dock, into the lake, down the dock, up the peninsula, doooown the peninsula- needless to say, I was whipped when the sun went down.

Sometime before dinner I started walking with a "gansta lean" as mom called it. She and dad did a once over and realized it was something to do with my feet, but didn't really know what else to do but put me in my house for the evening...so they did.

This morning I wake mom up to go potty and as soon as she clamped the leash on to my collar, I had horrible-terrible-no-good-very-bad-pains in both my front paws! I couldn't walk!

Mom picked me up and examined my paws, and that's when she saw it. I tore up both of my paw pads from too much play yesterday. (Actually, one of the pads was kinda dangling- it was super gross!)

So we bandaged up my paws...and I laid on the couch. All day. Did. Not. Move. (except to drink some water). Yeah, I was in a lot of pain.

Too bad my doctor isn't in today 'cause I'm pretty sure mom would have driven me there asap...but, hopefully tomorrow they'll be in and I can get 'em looked at. 'Til then, I just get to lay around and look really sad and pitiful...

I'm part coyote!

Last night it was just dad and I...mom went out with her friends to "buy pretty things". As always, when mom leaves, I sit around and wait for her to come back to me.

So I'm waiting on the back of the couch last night for her to walk in...and I start to realize, "gosh, she's been gone for a long time!"...then, as if I was imagining it, I hear her voice. Faint, but I'm sure I heard it. So I start to howl.

Not just a little "HOOOOOWL", no no. This was a full blown "HHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL"

Dad came flying down the stairs (because, you know, he's an action hero!) "Jack, what's wrong?"
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWL"...."Awww, buddy, let's play".

It was obvious dad was trying to take my mind off whatever was bothering me (he didn't hear mom laughing outside, because, although he's got lots of great superhero powers, super-sonic hearing isn't one of them...)

When mom did finally come home it was everything in me to not jump up around her neck and have her wear me like a scarf all night.

It wasn't until dad explained the coyote howling to mom, that she mentioned she and her friend were sitting outside laughing and talking and mom and dad pieced it together that that was why I was howling like a coyote.

So there you have it, another layer in the ever-evolving life of Jack the Wonder Dog...I'm part coyote!

Tongue-Tied Thursday

Don't forget what I look like, mmmmkay- Mom's just been supa dupa busy lately!! (I think I look funny when my tails straight; normally its tight in a pig-tail-curl, like this...)
Gosh, I have a lotta toys, don't I?! Good thing Mom got me a basket to put 'em all in (but when she's not looking, I knock it over and take 'em all out! Shhhh, don't tell!)

Morning person

Grammy got this link sent to her inbox the other day and she just showed it to me...

Looks to me like Ginger needs to go back to bed for a few more hours...kinda reminds me of my dad in the mornings :)

Happy Mother's Day!

How'd it get to be May already?

Hey, I know you!

If you noticed, I've been absent from my posting for more than a month. I know your asking, "Jack, where have you and your mom been hiding?" and here's the answer...

We haven't been hiding at all, we've just been so darn busy!

Lately mom's been treating a little head wound I got. (She tells people I got into a bar-fight to make it sound more exciting than it really is...)

I think I just scratched my head on something in the back yard, which I then scratched with my back foot, which opened the wound and made it bleed...

The first time mom saw the blood she made a little noise I've never heard before (dad later told me it's the "oh no, my puppy's blood is on the OUTSIDE of him!" noise...) so she cleaned it out, and sent me on my merry little way.

Then Monday morning I wake up and mom's eyes were HUGE! I gave her my what's-wrong-mom-eyes and she quickly took me up to the bathroom to clean out my very bloody head. Ouch!

She put this sticky stuff on it (neosporin) which makes my hair look like I don't take showers, but its cool. It feels a lot better now...and I guess its healing because its stopped itching. So its a win-win situation!

...so that's a little update on what's happening in Puggly Wuggly land!