Thursday, September 27, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
It's been so long since I've taken pen to hand and written more on my memoirs, but then again, I don't take pen to hand. It's more like trying to get a little computer time from my mother. I secured the computer from her tonight as she is sleeping. At last, I can express myself freely. Zorra and Katherine are on the lookout and will bark if she awakens.
We have been very busy, training for flyball, training for agility, playing, chasing balls, and fighting with each other. However, we have convinced Mother that fighting is the best. It makes her face a delightful shade of purple.
I'm not sure that many of you know about our new brother, Rowdy. Well, his real name is Rowdy Roddy Piper. And, yes, he's named after the famous wrestler of the '80s. Sometimes I wonder about Mother's sanity.
Rowdy is a Belgian Malinois and is much bigger than the rest of us, even that fat cow Katherine. OUCH... Katherine just hit me on the back of the head with a Kong from saying that. Sorry pals.
His name is Rowdy Roddy Piper, and he's just a mere pup. I find that I must constantly keep him in line as he does not know the ways of the world. Next week is his birthday, and he will be 2 years old. Like the rest of us, he is a rescue as Mother says. He lived with another family and they felt he would be better with a family that he other dogs and was into dog sports. After a few days of talking to them, Mother decided that Rowdy must come live with us. It was more of a dictatorship decsion, as I was NOT consulted in this matter.
One day Mother left and didn't take any of us with her. Of course, we were all sure she would become horribly lost and we howled and howled to let her know where we were. Mother's not the brightest bulb in the pack, shall we say, and needs all the help from us she can get. She completely got out of range of our super sonic howling when she drove a few hours to Ft. Wayne, Indiana, where she picked up Rowdy and brought him home. He is originally from Michigan and speaks with a bit of an accent. I, of course, am trying to teach him proper pronunciation of all spoken word. I have so much work to do with him.
Since I am worldly and have been many, many places, it is my mission to assure that Rowdy becomes as learned as I. After all, remember when I went to London in my Chitty Chitty Vee Wee. The girls and I are thinking of taking it back to see the Olympics. I guess we could take Rowdy.
I'll have to see if he has a passport. We do have plenty of room in the VeeWee.
Yes, I believe we will need to take a roadtrip in the VeeWee to advance Rowdy's education. The girls and I will need to make plans, and I will need to withdraw some pup cash from my super secret Swiss bank account that Mother doesn't know about. Stay tuned pals.