Water Torture!!! Call 9-1-1!!

After a rousing afternoon of digging for every rodent and/or finding numerous treasures in the backyard, my mother bade me to come in. She said we were going to the pet shop. OH JOY! Perhaps I can persuade her to purchase a new toy. Better yet, Katherine and Zorra were NOT going with us. Hurrah!!

Oh, I had visions of new balls and tug toys, perhaps some completely NEW chew toy that I had not yet become acquainted with. I was shivering with anticipation when we pulled up to the store.

Mother walked briskly up to the cashier, and I heard the words come out of her mouth, but it was as if they were in slow motion.. ... D - 0 - G W-A S H please.

NOOOOO.

The next thing I realized, I was in the washtub. Perhaps if I look cute and smile, she will be so striken with remorse over what she is planning to do that she will let me down... I am smiling, Mother. See??



Oh dear, she doesn't seem to get my point. I will just try to escape on my own. Get out of the way woman!! I am making a break for it. DRAT that leash holding me here.




I have worked up my best pitiful look. Oh Mother, how could you torture me so? What did I do to deserve this??!! Katherine put you up to this, didn't she? Or, Auntie. Is she still upset over that unfortunate pants pocket incident?? I'm so very sorry.



Oh great, now she's scrubbing where I had stashed extra mud to ensure my fur retained that wiry texture that WFT are known for. Just great.. I will have to give myself another treatment later. All that hard work......




MOTHER!! YOU GOT SOAP IN MY EYES!!!!! Oh, this has turned into sheer torture. I obviously must assist myself, since she is so stooooopid as to see there is SOAP IN MY EYES.



I will kill you in your sleep. That is what I am thinking now, but yet, Mother, you laugh?



Ahhhhhh, a nice towel. I love the towel. That means our time here is coming to a close.



Here is my impersonation of a prize fighter. I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.



Oh Mother, I am sorry for those dreadful things I said. You are right, I do feel much better.. Now, where's my ###$$# treat??!!

At last, At last!

While Katherine was sleeping, I managed to hack into her account and make my own login! No more signing in under her name. No need for HER to receive credit for my work. After all, I know the world is eagerly awaiting my thoughts and muses on life. I haven't had this kind of freedom since I posted last on Dogster. I am a gifted wordsmith, as I am sure you can already determine.

I believe I would like to start out by reminiscing about my life and my family. First, my sisters and I all do agility. I would like to post photos so you can see me (mostly) in action. As you can see, I am quite light on my feet, and I move like the wind. I am ever so graceful, and I must say, everyone stops to watch ME. I am well on my way to super stardom and will spread the joys of the wires wherever I go. After all, I AM quite dashing and debonair.



My sisters, my kitty siblings and I live in a rural area where we are allowed to bark and run (in a large, enclosed fence of course) as much as we want. Which, I must say is quite agreeable with me. Before I came to live with my family, I resided in a city where I was most likely destined for trouble. You see, I love to dig and dig, as most wires do. Here out in the country I am free to dig at will, and oh, oh, oh do I dig. I shall post a few photos for your review. There are so many things to do during the day, that at night I immediately fall asleep at bedtime and dream of large bones and rubber balls to play with all night long.