Friday, December 23, 2011

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Flyball, Flyball, Flyball

Hello pals!

You all know I have been involved with Flyball for about a year now. I'm having a grand time running and racing against other pups. Of course, I am always ready to go and do the very best I can.

We had some downtime at the tournament this past weekend in Sandusky, OH. I snuck out with our team mascot, Rock E. Feller and enjoyed a quick ride on a roller coaster.

Pals, it was GRRRAND fun.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Catching up

Hello Pals,

Just sniffing around to say hello. We have been pretty busy having a lot of fun lately, and haven't taken time to blog.

We went with our flyball mates to a demo in Brown County, In. It was the Dawg Gone Walk and Fiesta. We had a GRRRRREAT time showing all the other pups how flyball is done. It was raining and misting a lot during the afternoon, but that didn't stop us. We went out and did our stuff. Not only that, we got dirty! Woo hoo.

There were some pawsome games to play too at the Pet Walk. They had the best barker, which my mother entered me in right away. However, when we got around the other dogs, I didn't care for what they were saying, and decided if you can't say anything nice you should just keep your trap shut. Although my mother kept prompting me to bark and carry on like a hooligan, I refused. Finally, she asked me if a cat had gotten my tongue. RUBBISH. DaKota (our kitty sister) was not even along for the ride, how could she have taken my tongue? I decided not to even bring that to my mother's attention, as she seemed to be overtaken by competition. My astounding silence finally got through to her, and we left. As soon as we walked away from the competition area, I immediately turned around and told all those other dogs that they were just too loud.

Mother allowed us to enter other events. We entered the Sneaker Sniff, where we had to find a hot dog bit in the middle of a bunch of shoes. Zorra was very good at that, and had a fast time of just a tiny bit over 3 seconds. However, she was not the fastest sniffer. Some other dog beat her out.

We also entered the Fastest Fetch event, which we were timed on how fast we could bring a tennis ball back. Well, pals, I was very fast, of course. I came in second and got this swell medal. I was robbed from first place by my flyball teammate, Spirit. She beat me only because she had longer legs!

The ground was so wet that we were muddy from head to toe. Mother was whining that her shoes, socks and feet were wet. I say.. wash and wear like mine, Mother!

This past Saturday was a special treat for all of us. We got to meet our pal Lenny and, now, Axel's mom Kelley.

She allowed me to jump all over and give her tons and tons of smooches, as that is what we WFTs do. Katie was quite taken with her, as well. It was so delightful after all these years of blogging to each other that we were finally able to meet face to face.

Kelley had come to Metamora, IN to do the Towpath 10K Dash with my Auntie. Well, Kelley ran, and our Auntie walked. Mother was lazy and sat on a bench and waited for them both to finish. We spotted Kelley when she was walking over to us, as we were the only 3 dogs at the finish line, so she spotted us right away. I immediately knew who she was and started smooching her right away. She was so nice and I told Mother that we should meet up with her and Axel soon.

We had a grrrreat time Saturday morning, but the fun wasn't over. More in a later post!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Until we meet at the Rainbow


The girls and I were so sad to know that Lenny had gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. We have only now been able to make a post and hope that his hoomans will know that he is free and running with all our buddies who are waiting there now.

We stole our favorite pic of Lenny so we could always have one. :) Lenny was a great pal and we already miss him terribly.

To Kelly and Charles, if you need some Wirey love, do come to Nashville in May. I will have lots of kisses for you.


Sam, Katie and Zorra

Thursday, March 10, 2011

My New Job!

Hello Pals,

Sorry for our absence from Blogging. We have been busy traveling to Michigan and Ohio for Flyball tournaments. As you know, I don't like to brag (Katie here.. editor in chief, and all he does is brag!) but I have again been awarded a very prestigious award! Yes, I am the fastest wire fox terrier in U-fli for 2010.


As you can see, it has named me a breed ambassador. I have dressed up in my new ambassador uniform. I have yet to receive my sash, but I am assuming that it as been ordered and will arrive shortly.


Katie here again. Zorra and I are not really sure that this "certificate" is real. Sam may have printed it off the computer himself. But, my mom said that there is an official seal. If he shows up at the next flyball tournament in that stupid top hat and tie and/or sash, I'm going to do this to him again! Just an FYI, we're pretty sure that no other wire fox terrier competed in U-fli last year............

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. I am free to express my admiration to all of my girlfriends that I have met during the year. I've met so many this year due to my travels that I am simply overwhelmed by all the kindness these girls have bestowed upon me. I shan't name them all here, as I may forget someone and feelings would be hurt.

Of course I must include my sisters Katherine and Zorra, my Auntie, my grandmother, my sister-in-law Rebecca, the Supreme Commander and of course my mother. And, special salutations and wishes to all my blogging pals without you, I never would have blogged about Valentine's Day.

I did find this poem online that I found quite appropriate.

To my Valentine:

The rose is red, the violet's blue
The honey's sweet, and so are you
Thou are my love and I am thine
I drew thee to my Valentine
The lot was cast and then I drew
And Fortune said it shou'd be you

Until next time, Sam......................

Monday, February 7, 2011

An apology to my sweet sister, Zorra

As you know, I drew the line in the sand with my sisters over the Super Bowl teams. We had our own Soooper Bowl Pawty.

The girls had cheese hats and I sported a very stylish Steeler stocking cap.

The game was quite close and, as the time dribbled into the final moments, I became quite unnerved and "accidentally" ate Zorra's cap.


Then, I realized the error of my ways. And, I knew that I was in trouble. Katie, the fat cow, came over and sat on me and made me apologize to Zorra.

I must say, however, the cheese hat was quite yummy. Therefore, I am very sorry Zorra for chomping your cap. But, go STEELERS. I am the dog of STEEL.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Superbowl Sunday

My sisters and I are having a problem. We have reached an impasse regarding the Super Bowl. I want us all to root for the Steelers Just like Joe Stains.

THEY want to root for Green Bay because they thought they could munch on their new hats as they watch the game.

I vote for the Steelers, because I have muscles of steel. The Steelers are a football institution. Oh, sure, so are the Green Bay Packers. They have a long history of great footballness. But, I cannot root for the same team as my sisters. That simply is NOT done.

After all, I am a terrier. I like to fight. Now, when the Steelers whomp all over Green Bay, I'll be able to take their hats and have a snacky.

KATIE HERE ..... When the bonehead of steel loses, Zorra and I will still have a snack. Muscles of steel my arse.... When Mr. Steel head gets out of hand, I will just sit on him!! BOL.

Good luck to both teams, I say!!!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Embarrassments from Mother

Sam here. Fresh from the groomer's with my new military cut. Everyone has been scolding my mother for having my fur cut during winter. I say that it cuts down on drag when I'm running flyball. I need to be as fast as possible, you know.

In my last installment I told you about the embarrassing story of my mother locking the Supreme Commander and herslf INSIDE the trailer. I had hoped that would be the last we would hear of that escapade.

No, it wasn't. Mother snuck out to a flyball pawty yesterday and brought home this monstrosity.

One would think an award would be a shining jewel in one's career. A small memento of a moment in time when everything came together. You are probably asking what is this ugly rock/frog. Pals, this is (an I use the term "award" loosely) is an award for the most idiotic thing of the year. Yes, mother won it for imprisoning both the Supreme Commander and herself in the RV trailer.

Zorra and I are investigating this very carefully, as you can see. I'm not really happy that mother won this award. It's not necessarily as important as the awards I won this year....

THIS is an award.

or this...

Luckily, she will award it to someone else next year. THANK goodness. My sisters and I will be watching and tabulating and will be happy to get this black mark erased from our record! Seriously, we have a reputation to uphold, even though Mother is taking this award so lightly!