Two Dogs Become One

Hey Peaches!

That is awesome news! The bed is awesome! Clearly your owner is much stronger willed than mine - they didn't last one night with me downstairs in my crate. I was so sad and scared my first night away from my family that I cried and cried all night, even when my voice was hoarse and scratchy. My humans felt so bad, they came and got me after 4 hours and I've slept in the bed every night since.

I support your mission to sleep in the bed and believe in your puppy cuteness. You can do it!

We just got back from the park and it was...interesting. Benny doesn't listen well so my humans don't allow him to walk off leash like me. But then my mom got a "genius" idea. I heard the words "like on the dog whisperer" and the next thing I knew, this was happening:

WTF! Not okay!

Yeah, that's right, she LEASHED US TOGETHER. Apparently, I was supposed to keep Benny in line. What that little guy lacks in weight, he makes up for in enthusiasm and sheer oblivion. He was pulling me all over the place!

In the beginning, we kept getting tangled and my mom had to come and help us out but my dad kept saying things like "they have to learn" and "two dogs become one" AKA I got less and less help as the walk went on.

Luckily, we started to figure it out in the end. Well, I started to figure it out; Benny is an idiot.

Two dogs become one! Or so he said.

Now, if you are ever leased to another dog (which I hope to goodness is not the case), just remember this one rule of etiquette: look away when the other one poops.

It's the polite thing to do.

Unfortunately, I think this "team building exercise" was too successful and it's going to happen again. I'm going to have to build up my assertive abilities.

Until next time,

LuLu

PS My owners are big nickname givers and have shortened all our names to one syllable, only to make them back into two (LuLu, BenBen, CraiCrai, RahRah)...yeah it's a thing.

Benny

Sup Peaches?

It's been a while since we barked! Yesterday was such a long day. In the morning, Craig took me to the vet and then to the park. Then Sarah came home early! Woot! We then took a car ride to a Petco in Ohio. The car ride was a little stressful for me so I was happy to hang out on a grassy area playing with my owners for a while. I never questioned why we drove 2 hours to Petco instead of going to the one 2 minutes away.

After about half and hour, a man came with a little doggie named Benny. We instantly hit it off and wanted to play but couldn't really run because we were on leashes. We all stood there socializing for a while. I sniffed him, he sniffed me. My owners petted him, they petted me. He was a little too sniffy for my liking at times but I put up with his forward ways because I'm a good dog like that.

Then something weird happened. Benny got in OUR car. What the F?! I've never been in the car with another dog before. Craig sat in the back seat with Benny and I stayed in the front with Sarah. I was sensing that things were going to change. When we started driving home, I knew they were. I lost my temper with Benny a few times in the car. Who did he thing he was, licking MY owner like that?!

We are home now and I'm not sure if I like Benny or not. He's all cuddly with my owners and licks them. He also wants to play ALL THE TIME and I'm just like "this is veg out on the couch time. Get with it." Luckily, we have different sleeping arrangements for now. Still got the bed, sucker!

Benny
Rat terrier, chihuahua mix. 1.5 years old.
Likes: bugging me, getting petted, wet dog food
Dislikes: idk he seems to like everything, even long
car rides and when I bark at him. What a simpleton.

I have to admit, Benny is super cute but he's a little clumsy. Already, he's run into the screen door 3 times, jumped off the couch and slid into the wall, and run straight into Sarah's legs. The funniest was when he tried to jump on the couch and over shot it and jumped into the wall. HAHAHAAHAHA (he was fine so it's ok to laugh) His presence emphasizes my elegance and maturity so I think my owners expect me to show him the ropes. He's not doing too bad but we'll see how our friendship grows.

I'll keep you posted! How are things at your house?

Loving Licks,

Lucy

Cat-Tailed Dog

Hey Peaches,

I have been cooped up inside for days due to my least favorite weather ever: rain. Then yesterday, the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky!

I got dressed in my classic yellow harness and stood by the door to the garage impatiently since my mom's car is in there. Instead, we left through the front door and I realized, of course! We were taking dad's car. I put my paws on the door to signal that I was ready for a ride but my mom led me down the driveway and we headed to the park. I guess since dad was at the Pirates game we weren't taking his car either.

Ugh, walks on a leash. Let me tell you, not my favorite. I just want to go at my own pace. Maybe I want to sniff a rotten pile of leaves or chase a bird but no - we have to walk at a constant pace. No one understands me.

Eventually, we arrived at the park! My favorite! At the entrance to the park is a huge grassy hill - prime running territory - and I sprinted in huge circles as fast as I could. When you come visit, I'll take you there.

The rest of the walk was pretty standard until I saw something I will never forget: a pug with a cat's tail!

Now, I don't know if you can imagine this:

Cat tail

on this:

Pug

but it is not a good look.

In case you're having trouble with that, I had my human put together this for you:

Can you look away? Probably not.

I just...couldn't look away. I mean, I know humans say it's rude to stare or whatever, but isn't staring like, the sincerest form of flattery or something? So I had my mom do some research for my because typing is not my strength (who do you think types these posts up for me) and I found out something so sad: many dogs suffer from Cat-Tail Syndrome (also known as Limber Tail Syndrome, Cold Water Tail, Broken Tail, Dead Tail or Broken Wag - thanks Wikipedia!) It comes from lots of swimming or working too hard.

Luckily, terriers aren't really at risk (phew!) and you're at the least risk because of your chic tail (docked tails FTW!) but warn your friends and acquaintances to build their stamina before a long day of hunting or swimming. 

Anyways, here are some more pictures of CTS:

Just no.

Limp tail.

So sad.

This has been a Puppy Service Announcement.

Love Always,

Lucy

Purim Haiku

Hamentashen treats

Why is the counter so high?

Get in my mouth now.

My humans baked cookies last night and didn't even share.

The Deer

Dear Peaches,

The Deer have infiltrated. They think they're so cool with their big black noses and  hooves and being "big," but I'm big too and they will not get away with this.

It was a chilly winter morning when I first spotted them. There I was, going about my business, doing my business in my yard when I peer up mid-squat to see a creature with a big black nose and pointy ears just staring at me. How rude! I was having a private moment and this animal has the audacity to stare at me? She didn't even look away. She just watched me watching her watch me!

I immediately sounded the alarm. You only get one chance at a first impression and she had made hers. Clearly, these were unsavory creatures. That's when I learned the name of these intruders - Deer (my humans seemed excited to see them for some reason).

My barks were not as effective as I had hoped and the two Deer - an adult female and her offspring - just continued to stare at me. My humans called me inside and I obliged since I was getting no where.

This animal is the nastiest skank I've ever met. Do not trust her. She is a fugly slut!

In the weeks since our first encounter, the deer have returned to lay in the yard. Whenever I see them, I let them know they are not welcome, and sometimes they run away but they continue to return.

Two days ago, I was taking my humans to the park for a walk when I saw one of the Deer, sitting nonchalantly in the driveway. I immediately ran straight at her with my meanest, snarliest, scariest face and barked at her to leave! She stood up but stood her ground. I could win this fight! I'm a vicious dog and she is just a dumb Deer! But alas, my humans called me away. They seemed mad for some reason and I did not want to jeopardize our trip to my beloved park.

I will keep you updated on my battle against the Deer, Peaches. If you have any suggestions based on your vast experience in the intimidation of squirrels, I would appreciate them as I am getting no where with these Deer.

Loyally in the Puppy Bond,

Lucy Catherine AKA Lucycat

Inside the Lucy's Studio

1. What is your favorite word?

"Treat." Sometimes my owners ask me if I want a treat so I'll do what they want. I don't care. I love treats!

2. What is your least favorite word?

"No." I'll do what I want!

3. What turns you on?

 Treats. Especially frozen mangos or peas or corn or chicken pieces or chicken meatballs or cheese sticks or bananas or greenies or when my food is mixed with yogurt or coconut oil or when I eat food I'm not supposed to after it falls on the floor. Also belly rubs.

4. What turns you off?

When I have to get my nails trimmed or when people pet me when I'm trying to sleep. 

5. What sound do you love?

Food wrappers crinkling.

6. What sound do you hate?

The smoke detector. It's so loud.

7. What is your favorite curse word?

GRRRRRRRRR RUFFF RUFF RUFFF

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

Racing. Sometimes I pretend I want to play with other dogs just so I can out-run them and laugh because they are too slow to catch me.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

Professional swimmer, or anything that involves swimming. Getting wet is gross.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

"Do you want a treat?"