November 29, 2010

The Frankie Prankie continued

Hey everyone!

Well, I'm continuing my Frankie Secret Snicker!   He still is totally oblivious to the fact that I've sworn to protect his buddies, Charcoal and Charcoal.  BOL  He is soooo concerned that I might pull a bunny bash.   Between his frantic worrying and my hogging of the puter, he hasn't even noticed these posts about our shared secret. Shhhh

Not only am I restraining my killer instincts, I'm even (gulp) feeding his beloved bunnies now.  See?
Isn't this being good to the bunnies???  I'm being so good.  Aren't you proud of me??

Hey Frankie: 

Grr and a Tickled Woof,

November 28, 2010

Snicker To Be Continued

Hey everyone!
Well, Frankie has gotten totally paranoid!   My little snicker from yesterday is working...thanks for all of your help.  I ran around the yard barking and giving my best Sarge-On-Duty GRRRRRs, then I came in and told him that those bunnies sure are fast.  He's convinced I'm gonna catch 'em, but we all know the truth.

I did get close enough to flashy this pix of Charcoal...or maybe it's Charcoal.  Either way, I'm having some fun yanking Frankie's walking string. 

Grr and an Entertained Woof,

November 27, 2010

Snicker Saturday - Shhhhhhhh

Hey Everyone!

It's Snicker Saturday time!   Here's one on my furry little cousin Frankie!! 
You have probably all caught on that I'm here visiting Frankie at his know the one with all of the:
 I love 'em, even if he doesn't!
So, since I'm here, I fess up to hoggin his puter.  I try soooo hard to remind myself that this isn't my territory, but it's really, really, really hard to do.  This is his stuffs, but I can't help guarding, controlling, etc.  Cop dog on duty. 

So here's the snicker part!   Frankie has his favorite bunny friends, Charcoal and Charcoal (ahem). And everyone knows I normally make it a firm policy to always bash any critters/criminal element that invade my space.   Cousin Frankie is all worried and bothered that I'm gonna massacre his buddies.  We can share a chuckle on this one...I've secretly promised Mom and Mamaw that I won't pull a bunny bash.  No killing any critters here in Frankie's territory!   WE KNOW IT, BUT THE FURTER MAN DOESN'T!  
BWAR HAR BOL TEEE HEEE    Let's let him worry, okay??     All of you can join the chuckle and I'll keep running around his yard and looking like I'm on patrol....and he'll keep worrying....and you can keep snickering!     Shhhhhhhhh   Joke's on the little guy!

Well, I'm not always totally rotten to Frankie...mostly I am...I can't help my territorial, dominating self.  Anyway, it's the holidays, so here are the goodies that I gifted to Cousin Frankie:
 New Unstuffies!

He's pretty happy with 'em.   Mostly, I chase Frankie, shove him around a little, give him lots of big Grrrrrrs, but I do really like the little guy and occassionally try to be good to him.

We still get the chuckle though!  Hey, it's a Charcoal Chuckle!  (sometimes I crack myself up!)  BOL

Grr and Woof,

November 26, 2010

Adoption Story & Presents for Parents

Hey everyone!     I hope you all had a happy Turkey day.   It's time for us to share our Adoption Stories!

I am canine candidate Sergeant (aka Sarge) and this is my report (aka Adoption Story).

  Current Residence: In a rural area of northwestern Pennsylvania in the wilderness. One story, wood house with outdoor, raised observation deck and secured perimeter.
  Description: Mother of mixed racial background. Father unknown, but certainly German Shepherd, the best of all police dogs. I have Shepherd features, but a smaller size, and a yellow Labrador coat. I have the Shepherd loyalty and fierce nature, and the Labrador smarts, affection and humor. I am in peak physical condition.
  Distinguishing Characteristics: Broken tail from an accident in my youth. Tongue spotted pink and black.
  History: Born in March, 2006 to a single mother in a public housing facility. My family had nothing. Adopted May, 2006 by my Alpha and Beta Handlers, having been picked from a wide field of other candidates, then moved to current address.

Summary: I was lucky to be adopted by my handlers. I am deeply bonded to them. The Alpha Handler is now “Dad” and the Beta is “Mom”. How lucky that Dad was a cop! I have learned from him. This along with my Shepherd heritage and brains make me a strong candidate for patrol duty. When I was adopted, Dad and Mom were crying for a former companion K9 and I was crying for escape from my home conditions. I helped them feel better and they helped me feel better. We bonded.

I continue to learn from Dad and television about my work. I will rise above my humble birth and be a real Sergeant. Conditioning is a priority. I run laps and do my own agility programs. I train daily. Local wildlife provides stalking, sprinting, and attacking practice. By protecting my handlers and my territory from trespassers and thieves, I keep my wits and skills sharp. My teeth are sharp too!  BOL

With other humans and animals I remain guarded.   I'm happy to see Mamaw and Papaw Pantslegs (Frankie's Mom & Dad), but I don't share well with anyone except my bestest girl Zona.  I can be kind, but I am naturally suspicious. Crime and danger are everywhere and I must be ready.  I am smaller than most K9 units, so I use bluff and gruff to compensate.  I love a challenge. I am quick to judge and dominate. I project an air of confidence and authority.
I also have love for Mom and Dad. I have a good sense of humor. They give to me and I give back to them. Mom and I enjoy our humor. I bring training tools to Mom and Dad mostly when it is funny. I stretch and lay about to make them laugh. I leap in the air and twist during agility training both to work and to amuse. To sharpen my senses, I once smelled and licked Dad’s pillow to imprint on his scent. This amused Mom and agitated Dad. I don’t understand why, but I now use this to strengthen my stalking skills. I sneak around dad and watch for opportunities to raid his pillow. This has become great exercise and fun. Sometimes I am a rascal so that Mom and Dad are challenged too.
Summary: I am sure footed, quick minded and intensely waiting. Someday I will be officially sworn to duty. Until then I will continue to train, protect, amuse, and wait.
Frankie had this great idea about everyone in doggie bloggie land making a list of what we want to give our moms and dads for Christmas this year.  Great one, Frankie!   Here’s my list.

For Dad:
  1 new pair of sneakers.   I just know that if he has more outdoorsy shoes, he will get to take me for more walkies and he can throw my beloved stick around my yard even more.  He’d be sooooo happy.
   87 new pillow cases.  Since I know that he really, really loves it when I sneak in and lick this pillow until it’s soggy, he would be very glad to have more pillow case thingies.  This way he can put a new, clean one on every day so that he gets fresh Sarge drool each day before he puts his head on the pillow.
For Mom:
  87 manicures.  Mom would be most happy to have better fingernails when she scritches my chin for me.  I think she misses not being able to scritch my ears, chest, neck and especially chin for hours on end because her nails must get tired or something.  That’s the only possible reason for the shortness and general lack of scritch time.   I can fix this for her so she will be happy.
  1 new couch.  I know that Mom would like to have Santa bring her a new couch this year so that she will get to see me be comfy and happy all curled up on it.

Pee S:   If you don't hear from Cousin Frankie much for a few days, it's because I'm here hoggin his puter all up.  He's busy having Thanksdeermas fun, but he's thinking of all of you and will be in touch as soon as he can.

November 25, 2010


Hey everyone!   Probably some of you have heard Frankie talk about our family "Thanksdeermas" celebration.  Well, since we live 87 hours apart, we combine Thanksgiving, deer hunting season, and Christmas into one huge family fun fest.  Thus the name Thanksdeermas.  And today is the big kickoff!  I thought you might get a Turkey day chuckle out of the official mascot to our big event, so here it is:

You will notice that this combines all of the required holiday elements.  It's a little hard to see, but the body is a squeaky roasted turkey doggy toy... that part is for me and Cousin Frankie.  The nose is like Rudolph and when you hit it on the table, it blinks and lights up!!  Sorry you can't all see that first paw, but you get the idea.  Fun huh???!!!???   Anyway, since most of you are celebrating the traditional Thanksgiving today, here's my bestest turkey for all of you to enjoy:
I can't really eat him, but I sure try!

Grr and Woof,
and Happy Turkey Day,

November 23, 2010

Kitchen Help

Hey everyone!
Well, we all know that the big feast turkey day is coming.  Mom has been baking to get ready for the Thanksdeermas holday at Frankie's house.  Here are some pix of my hard work...

First, Mom's hard work...

Then mine.    Great tongue action, and my spots love the batter!

Are they done yet?   Batter's good, but baked is good too!

I hope your family has a lot of yummy food this holiday!
Grr and a Drooling Woof,

November 21, 2010


Hey everyone!
Since I pulled a ha-ha on Dad Saturday by showing his hunting excuse mug, I thought I'd show the doggie bloggie world how much I try to be like Dad.  He's the greatest, so I try to follow his I can with no thumbs and no access to firearms (ahem).

Hey, Dad, I'm in camo too.  Let me go, I can bite 'em for you!

Okay, I'll guard the house while you're gone.

Isn't he back yet???

Grr and Woof,

November 19, 2010

Butt But Butt But

Hey Everyone.

So I was laying around my house the other day minding my own doggie business, when all of a sudden Mom starts grouching about the condition of her floor.  I swear this isn't my fault.  I heard her say to Dad, "I don't get why he isn't bald by now!".  I gotta tell you I found this very funny.  Here's what had her all in a tizzy...

Yup, that's my beloved Cow and my beloved butt fur.

Yup, that's my beloved Cow again, and my beloved butt fur, and my beloved butt.  All in one pix.  As you can plainly see, I have another little tuft all ready to add to the collection on the floor. 

I swear I can't help this.  I don't just falls out...usuallly from by butt and always in clumps and always on the floor.  Well, not always.  Sometimes it's on the couch and on their clothes.  I don't get what all the excitement is's my butt after all.  I'd sweep it up, but alas, no thumbs!  

Grr and a Hairy Woof,

November 13, 2010

Snicker Saturday - Splish Splash Ugh

Hey everyone.   How about a chuckle at my expense this time.   Here it is...
So I was outside in my yard guarding my territory the other day and having a great time minding my own doggie business when all ^#%!$*!$# broke loose.  Dad brought me back inside, I thought because he missed my warm, cute, cuddly self.  Well, that's when things went afoul.  Just take a look at what happened...  No laughing, well, okay go ahead and laugh...

Hi Dad...what's the bucket for??

Hey!  That's my foot!!   I just got that all nice and muddy just the way I like it!!  Hey!

You're swishing my that water!!  (*%&$*&%$*(@&

Yeah, well you wouldn't have to dry it if you hadn't shoved it into that bucket of water!   Ahem.
You may all chuckle now at my ordeal...and especially at the color of that muddy water!

Sometimes I do these things just to give Mom & Dad something to do for me.  Can't let them get bored!

Grr and a Well-Scrubbed Woof,

November 06, 2010

Snicker Saturday - Mom School

Hey Everyone!
Here's your chuckle for the day...this time on my Mom. 
You know our people don't always have it all together.  My Mom is like that.  Mostly she's pretty cool, but some things she just doesn't have sent her off for training!  I want her to improve her skills such as dog walking, stick throwing, treat giving, and general pet attention.  This is her job.  She gets green papers for her other job, but that doesn't really count.  So here's the funny part.  I sent her for a whole week to be trained and this is the kind of paperwork she brought back...please note all of the red ink marks.  Obviously, improvement is still needed.

My Mamaw will recognize the red marks.  I don't understand all of the rest of it, but I'm sure it relates to methods of enhancing a dog's world.  Anyway, she did so badly that I'm sending her back again for three more days this week.  Maybe some of this will sink in!   I need more treats, more scratches, more walks, more stick time, more yummies, get the idea!  Send them all off to school till they get it right!
Grr and a Persistent Woof,