The Mouse and the Lights

It's almost Christmas. I love Christmas cause I get presents. I usually get chew sticks, a new frisbee, and one or two squeaky toys. It's great. And of course the smells. Lots of good smells. Cookies, cake, and meat.

Sometimes people come to the door with packages and I get to smell people and packages and get patted on the head.

Mom is very busy. She's making stuff and putting things away and putting other pretty stuff out. Like there is this little tree that has twinkle lights that move. It's on the table. I didn't think trees could grow on tables.

Mom was looking for lights for outside. She looked everywhere. I tried to help, but I didn't know what they smelled like or even what "lights" are, but I followed her everywhere anyway just in case I could help. She even called Dad to ask him if he remembered where they were, but he didn't know either.

Finally, she talked to God. She does that when she can't figure things out. I don't think He heard her quite right though. 

The next thing I know she's taking everything out of the closet and mumbling about how messy it was. I walked by and stopped dead in my tracks. A stinky smell! I had smelled that smell before, but Mom shooed me away before I could fully check it out.

Finally, she found it. No not the lights, a mouse! A very dead mouse.

Mom gently scooped up the mouse and put it in the trash bag. Then she cleaned the closet and sprayed tons of better smelling stinky stuff. I guess it was an improvement, but I kinda thought the mouse smelled more interesting.

Then the neatest thing happened. As Mom was walking out the door to the garage to take out the trash, she looked up and there were her lights!

God sure answers prayers in a funny way, but I guess if he hadn't led Mom to the closet first, that mouse would have caused a real big stink and a big mess. I guess He really does know best and I am glad my mom listens to Him.

Til next time,

Keep Waggin

Spike

The New Ride

There's a rule in dogdom. All real dogs love to ride in cars. I sure do.

Mom has a SUV with lots room and windows. I love windows. I like to look out while we're moving or even better, stick my head out and get all the smells. Sometimes it's a bit over powering. Even a dog can get too much of a good thing. Plus it's not very comfortable having your ears flapping in the wind.

Now I have a choice of rides. The Pest got a new car. It's metallic apple green. I don't know what that is. Dogs only see in shades of gray, but I can see it is different then Mom's car and it smells different. It doesn't smell like me. It will though cause the Pest says she will take me for rides. I've been in it a couple of times. The seats are slippery so I have trouble standing up. Mom says I need to sit when the car is moving so I guess having slippery seats that make me sit is a good thing.

The Pest wanted her car to go in the garage with Mom's. She was afraid that something bad would happen to it if she left it outside. The problem was that there was not room in the garage for her new car. We had to clean out the junk and do some rearranging before the car would fit.

Mom says it's like what God does to our hearts. If we let Him, He cleans out the junk so He can put a new, clean spirit inside. Then we get to go riding with Jesus. I wonder if we have to sit down? 

Mom Stays Cool

Friday was quite a day for Mom and me. It started out great. The temperature was cool enough so I could go in the car. First we dropped the Pest off at school then we headed to Mom's next place she had to go. Since it was cool, she left me in the car. I wasn't too happy about that, but I knew it was my job to guard the car so I was a good boy and stayed in the car.

It seemed like forever, but finally Mom came back. I gave her a kiss and she gave me a biscuit because I was a good boy. When Mom tried to start the car so we could go, nothing happened. Not a sound came out from the car. It was very strange. Mom got out and opened the car's mouth. I thought she was going to give the car a pill like she gives me when I am sick, but nope. She looked inside the car's mouth and then closed it again. 

Mom had forgotten her phone so she had to go inside and talk. Since she didn't know how long it would be before the car came, she put my harness on so I could go inside with her to wait.

Boy, was that great! There were people there and they really liked me! I did some of my best tricks like sitting up and standing on my hind legs. And of course, my tail was in wag overdrive.

The girl behind the desk asked Mom why she wasn't upset. I wanted to know too. Usually, things like this really make Mom upset, but not today. Mom told her that there was no point. It was no big deal. The weather was nice, she was close to home, and she wouldn't have to pay to get the car fixed. She said she knew that God was in control so she was calm. The girl seemed encouraged by that. I was too. I hate to see Mom upset. I never know how to help her.

Soon the car doctor came and he opened up the car's mouth and attached wires from his car to Mom's. Mom turned the key and voom the car roared like a big kitty. We were off.

Mom took me home because she needed to take the car to another car doctor so I had to stay home. I was okay with that cause I was thirsty and sleepy.

She wasn't gone too long. She was very happy when she got home. She called Dad and told him all that had happened. I think he was glad too.

Then it was time to go and get the Pest from school. I was a little nervous that the car would still be sick, but it purred right along.

Mom has had to ask God to help her a lot the last few years and He always seems to help. I'm glad Mom has God to help her. 

Best Buddies

Remember when I told you about Thumper? Well here she is! Isn't she just the cutest thing? She's was almost as big as me! She was fast too. She went to heaven about two years ago, and I miss her a lot. Let me tell you about her.

About nine years ago, the Pest (I'll tell you about her some other time) brought home this bunny named Thumper. She had been injured by a bad doggie (not me) and my mom was taking care of her.

Thumper was as black as night. Not a bit of white or brown or any other color on her. She was much smaller then. So was I cause I was just a pup.

Anyway, I was fascinated by her. She smelled different to me. And she sure didn't look like any dog I had ever seen. I had never seen or smelled a bunny before, so to me she was just a weird dog or something. As you can tell from the picture I loved her ears. In fact, I love ears period. If you get your ears within reach of my tongue, I'll lick them.

Thumper was unusual. She didn't go potty outside like me. In fact, she didn't go outside hardly at all except in her play area and then only when mom or dad could be outside to watch out for hawks or cats. She had a box she went potty in. Kinda like a cat but not as stinky. Whoo, cats are stinky!

I have heard that dogs, especially Jack Russells, are not supposed to like rabbits. We are supposed to hunt them and even (I can hardly say it) eat them! I would never eat Thumper, in fact, I never even nipped her. Or growled at her or anything bad like that. She was my friend. It didn't matter that she was a rabbit and I was a dog. Or that she was black and I was white. What mattered was that we liked each other and had fun together.

We would play chase around the house and hide n' seek. When she would get into a hiding place that mom couldn't get to, I would use my nose to push on her butt til I made her get out and then I would herd her to mom and gently put my paw on her back so mom could catch her. Thumper would always get real flat when I put my paw on her back. It was really funny.

We took naps together sometimes. She was very warm and soft.

We didn't share food, cause bunnies don't eat meat. They eat vegetables and fruit. I tried her food once. Yuk! Give me steak anyday!

I am glad that God made bunnies different from dogs. I think that being different is okay.

Love your friends,

Spike

Stinky Boy - God's Love

Mom gave me a bath the other day.

I don't really care for baths. I like dog smell, not people smell. I mean I don't like people smell on me. I like people smell, on them.

Mom gets so excited when I am clean. She says I glow and she sniffs me and tells me how good I smell and she uses that tone of voice that gets me all quivery and my tail just wags and wags. I do love to please her, but I still don't like to be clean.

Yesterday I was out in my yard checking on my territory. I try to do this at least three times a day, more if I can get Mom to let me out. If I had thumbs and longer legs, I'd do it myself, but I don't so I need Mom to do it for me.

Anyway, I was checking out my territory and oooh the smells. There was bird poop, bunny poop, and squirrel smells. There is a lizard I keep trying to catch so I had to try to track him down too. I was very busy.

As I was enjoying exploring my yard, I came across a different smell and I couldn't resist. I rolled in it. Ha, Ha I thought, now I really smell like something other than a person. Oh, boy!

Oh boy is right. When I came to the door to come in and Mom saw me, she freaked.

She grabbed me and put me right into the tub and bathed me again! I didn't understand all the words she was saying, but I could tell she was NOT happy with me.

Afterward, when I was all clean again, she hugged me and sniffed me and told me she loved me. I got all quivery again and my tail wagged and wagged. I was happy cause I knew that my mom still loved me even after I got all stinky.

I think God is like that too. When we get stinky with sin, He can't be around us so He cleans us up and then loves on us and tells in the special tone of voice He has that we glow and smell good.

I will try not to do it again, but I know that if I do, Mom will clean me up and love me anyway. Just like God does.

Till next time,

Keep wagg'n

Spike

I Hate July 4th

It's been awhile since I felt like saying anything. It's been hot and I've been sleeping. 

Today is July 4th and I am very unhappy. Fireworks scare me. I don't know when I became fraid of them, but they really bother me now. Mom has the TV up pretty loud so I can't hear them too much. It helps. I hope they end soon before Mom goes deaf from the TV. At least it's something good, The Music Man.

I hope to have some pictures next time.

Happy 4th of  July and God Bless America

Spike

Why I Am Called the Velcro Puppy

Bet you are just dying to know why I am called the Velcro Puppy. Doesn't sound very terrier-like does it? But then I am not your typical terrier. I don't bark a lot, I don't act like a Mexican jumping bean, and I am happiest just chillin on my sofa. (Yes, it is my sofa. My mom gave it to me. It has my pillow, my fuzzy pad, and today it has my blankie on it too). I am currently laying on it as I dictate my thoughts to mom so she can type them.

But I am off on a bit of a rabbit trail. Boo, wish I hadn't said that. Now I'm thinking about Thumper. Where was I? Oh yeah, Velcro. Well you see, my mom has had a hard time of it the past few years. My dad is working and living in New Mexico and the pest (tell you later about her), is busy with doing whatever pests do. So I "stick" to my mom. If she goes upstairs, I go upstairs, if she goes to the kitchen, I go to the kitchen. You get the idea. I am never very far from her. And if she is within lap distance or feet distance, that's where I am. Sleeping is the best time cause I can snuggle right up against her on her bed.

I have really been close to her since her first surgery and she was sleeping downstairs. I let her use my sofa of course, but I was right there with her. Then she had two other surgeries, she slept in the recliner then, but I was in the one next to her. I knew she had a boo-boo so I wanted to be sure I was there in case she needed me. I smell boo-boos a mile away. I try to lick them to heal them quicker. I have a healing tongue you know. Mom doesn't always think it is a good idea for me to lick some things, but sometimes I just can't help it. I get all quivery when I know someone has a boo-boo.

When she leaves the house, if she doesn't tell me why I can't go, I sit at the door and howl. Usually I get to go. I love to go for car rides. It's been so hot though, I can't always go. I'm bummed about that.


So now you know why I am the Velcro puppy.

Til next time, keep waggin'.

Spike

My First Entry 6/9/08

Every man, I mean dog, needs to have a voice. We have feelings, we have opinions. So I thought to myself, I need a blog. Only one small problem. I don't have thumbs and I can't type. What to do, what to do. Then it hit me. Mom! She has thumbs and can type too. Quite a multi-tasker my mom is. So I put on my best cute doggie face and here we are.

Let's see, where to start.

Well, I guess I could give you a little history about me. I only go back nine years, so it shouldn't take too long.

I was born March 26, 1999 in Aiken, South Carolina. I was one of six brothers and sisters. I think all of them except one died from a nasty fungus infection. I had it too, but my mom worked hard and took good care of me and now I am fine. Well, not quite I guess cause I have a hard time hearing out of one ear. The fungus was on my foot, but got in my ears when I scratched 'em.

My doggie dad is still around, but my doggie mom died in a fire. It was very sad. Her name was Jasmine.

When I was 10 weeks old, I came to live with my mom in Georgia. I have a human mom, dad and a pesty sister (more on her later). I had a pet rabbit named Thumper, but she died a few years ago. I didn't know that rabbits don't live as long as dogs. It was a real bummer, cause we were buddies. I'll tell you that story later too, so keep checking back.

I guess that's pretty much it for today. I'll try to get some puppy pics up soon.

Spike