Make it stop!!

It's still raining here. I mean like, EVERY DAY!
Look at this.. Here we are today, trying to go pee so we can go to this tunnel fun run, which really sounded like fun, except we couldn't even go pee, it was raining so hard, so mom decided we better just skip it.





We went out there, got soaked to the skin, and never did pee, so mom said never mind, just come back in. She didn't have to say it twice.




It thunders a lot too,and we think someone is knocking at the door, so we bark and then mom has to go open the door to prove nobody is there. That part is sort of fun.
We like the door, and here's why. It's the mailbox.



Aside from being pretty, if mom has already left for work, and Bill brings the mail, we get this...
Cookie mail!!! Every day!!!



How cool is that?

Flyball!

We got a note from Katie and her mom Dawn, wondering if we were still here. We are,it's just been raining on all of mom's days off, and the days it doesn't rain, she has to go to work, so we have been hanging out in the yard and walking the neighborhood. Nothing too exciting.
Except for these Flyball lessons mom has been taking us to on Saturdays.I am not exactly "feeling it", but Maisie is really liking it. Here's how it works. You have to run down these jumps to that box thing, run up one side of it and down the other side. On your way, you pluck a ball out of this hole it comes shooting out of, cause your feets trigger it to pop out at you, then you get the ball and run back the way you came, over those jumps again. On your way back, one of your teammates starts running toward the box to get the ball. You have to be fast, cause there is another team of dogs running against your team. I think that's how it goes, anyway.
Here are some pictures of some of my class mates learning to work the box.






They are doing pretty good. they are getting all 4 feet on the box, and triggering the thing that makes the ball pop out. We haven't started having the ball pop out at us yet.
Maisie pretty much has this part figured out. As for me, well, I keep trying to make it an agility obstacle. First, I was trying to sit on the box, but that lady would lean on it so I couldn't do that, then, I tried to squeeze between the box and that barrier, and jump over that little piece of wood, but that lady kept putting her foot there. So, now I am working on the "practice box", not the real box, and I am supposed to run up it from the right side, make a turn on it, and come down on the left side. Here I am at the "practice box/ramp" Look how thrilled I am!





Here is Maisie a couple of weeks ago at the "practice box/ramp" I told you, she likes this stuff!



There are some jumps to this Flyball stuff, and that part isn't so bad. I like jumps. This bull terrier is in my class - he is deaf, so his person is teaching him with hand signals - we think that is pretty cool. He is having a lot of fun learning this.





We practice 2 dogs going past each other over the same jump because you are not supposed to stop and "visit" BOL!



Here are those jumps I was telling you about. I didn't even need to practice this part! The baby gates are there so we learn to stay "in the lane"



And, look at this would you.. Here is Maisie, running down the lane as fast as her legs will go! Mom has a treat all ready for her. You go, sis!



Mom says I should keep trying to learn this Flyball thing, cause it's good brain work, if nothing else. Right now, I am just looking forward to this agility class I have next week.

Josie & Laura

So, we were like, "where did The Morgan & Maisie go?"

The beauty shop? Really?? We can eat together, on the floor??? No jumping up to the window sill?

"yummers"

Howdy Doody Doodle, How Ya All Do'in??

Maisie here. Hi! Hellloooo!! Hey! Last Thursday was my gotcha day and I got this really cool Mr. Bill toy. But first, thanks to all you little guys and gals who were so supportive of me and new pet steps. Short legs rock! Morgan can just go crack herself up, I don't care.
Now, back to this gotcha day thing.. Been here one whole year, how about that? It was a darn good year too, except for that snow that buried me, that's when I said to myself "Maisie, you are NOT in Alabama anymore" HA!
Mom noted that Morgan and I have not had a single tiff since I got here, and apparently that is a good thing.
Whatever.
Lookie at this Mr. Bill guy.

When I squeak him he yells Oh NOOOOOOO! Very cool!

I have been taking fly ball classes. We don't have any pictures to prove it, because mom keeps forgetting the camera. Anyways, fly ball is fun,loud, and frantic and I get to run as fast as I can, and I love it!
We went today, and took Morgan. She doesn't get into it like I do, but she was trying. I'm telling you, she was thinking about what to do so hard I think there was smoke coming out of her ears, from her brains smouldering or something. Or, maybe she was just annoyed because it wasn't her a-jill-itty stuff she does, anyways,
so we get back home, and she's really tired, and she decides to get on the bed, and what does she do? USES MY PET STEPS!!!!
What was I doing?
ROTFLMAO!!!!! HA!

This just cracks me up...

but, I am not allowed to taunt, tease, or....IN ANY WAY POKE FUN.


Mom decided that we could leave Maisie out of her crate overnight now, and not worry about her hurting herself or getting in trouble. Except, she's too darn little to get on the bed by herself, so mom had to get her pet steps!
Blaaaaaah! BOL!



ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!

Off to the Park!

That snow finally melted. It was fun until it swallowed us and kept us home bound. Then it got all rainy and muddy outside, and finally, we started having nice days. So we got to go to the park.
Please pardon all the butt shots. There were just too many good smells.





I had to check everything out.



Other dogs had the same idea and were there too. We met this guy. He liked Maisie.






Mom gets all nervous and puts us on our leashes when we get to this part. She's afraid we're gonna start fooling around and play bitey face or something, and fall over the ledge.








We noticed lots of trees had fallen down, and others were being cut down!




Then we saw why... They are sick! Some disease called Oak Wilt Disease!





If you look down the path you can see lots of trees with pink strings on them. Some of them have pink paint sprayed on them, and some have signs. We think maybe all of them are to be removed. We are gonna miss these big oak trees..





On a happier note, when we got to this open field we found a big pile of sticks to play with, which is good, because we got so excited about going to the park that we forgot to bring any toys!














We hope you all have a HAPPY EASTER!