Easter Eggstravaganza

Hello, Winston Watchers! I have a sad, cautionary tale to share with you this evening. I just caught wind of some devastating news, however it does have a happy ending. I must begin by saying that I am in no way stereotyping the vicious pit bull breed. I am just shedding light on a sad situation that occurred today and hit a little too close to home. Anywho, onto the story. My baby brother, Bentley, was minding his own business today. He just moved into a new abode and is still getting to know his canine neighbors. While exchanging what was thought to be a friendly bum-sniffing hello, a pit bull attacked little peanut-sized Bentley! According to sources, the pit bull had his entire head in its’ mouth. And said pit bull’s pets claim that she terrorizes miniature dogs all the time, “but it’s ok because she never locks her jaw.” It’s ok?! Umm, no, it certainly is not ok to let your dog bully other dogs! I’m really peeved about this and I hope that the pit bull stops pulverizing tiny dogs. And for those wondering if Bentley made it out alive, he did! That Bentley sure is a scrappy fella! He definitely came out on top! That being said, I’m excited to see my friends this weekend for Easter! I sure do miss Abby, Skippy, Doodle, Frances, Pixie, and my beloved Bentley! Word on the street is the pets are going to do an Easter egg hunt just for the pups! And get this, they’re rumored to be filled with treats!! One can only hope this is true.

The Big City 2.0

My brother, Bentley and I finally posed for a picture together!

Hello, Winstonians! As many of my readers know, I took a trip up to the “big city” with my pets. My grandpets got hitched and guess who wasn’t invited to the ceremony? Me! Yep, you read that right. I was, however, left in a giant house with no supervision and 6 furry friends so we’ll just call it even… I may have piddled on various pieces of furniture throughout the house, but that’s nothing compared to what I did the night before! Let’s recap the evening of February 21st, 2012. My pets and I drove up to the big city at 11pm, so it was very late when we arrived. I was so excited to see my canine cousins that I couldn’t even bear to be without them for one more second. At approximately 3am, my pets corralled me in a bedroom and attempted to get me to sleep with them. Frances, the Cock-a-Poo, was laying right outside the bedroom door, taunting me to ditch the pets and come play with the rest of the pups. I whimpered continuously until my pets finally felt it necessary to kick me out. That’s when the real party began… I didn’t get one wink of sleep! I would go into detail, but let’s just say that what happens in Glendale, stays in Glendale! BEST DAY EVER! 

Congrats to my grandpets!

My beautiful pets!

The Big City

Hello, Winstoners (I’m not condoning my readers to smoke pot, by the way. Hugs, not drugs, people)! Today, Pet #1 took Howard (my tenant that happens to be one of Mr. Popper’s penguins, for those who don’t know) and me up north to the “big city…” AKA the Phoenix suburb, Glendale. Comparatively speaking, Phoenix is much bigger than Tucson so I refer to it as the “big city,” but that’s beside the point. Our adventure began early this morning and I have decided to include a timeline of events to ensure that you all get the full story.

Up and at 'em!

9:30 AM: Pet #1 wakes up, as do I. I spring off the bed, tail wagging.

10:00 AM: Pet #1 packs Howard up in his ice chest/cooler and we attempt to leave. I use the word “attempt” because I delayed our departure by blazing out the front door before my leash was attached.

10:11 AM: Pet #1 finally corrals me after a 10 minute game of tag. She lost. Howard, Pet #1, and I all hop into Pet #2’s car. Pet #2’s car is the family car because it’s an SUV and we need more space for Howard’s cooler.

10:20 AM: We stop for gas and snacks. Pet #1 leaves Howard and me in the car while she runs inside. During this time, we witness an exciting car chase, which sends me into a frenzy.

10:23 AM: Pet #1 tries to leave the gas station, however the entire Tucson Police Department is blocking the street and we are unable to pass through. Their sirens get me all fired up, so I bark incessantly while Howard mutters a few obscenities under his breath.

Asleep at the wheel

10:30 AM: We are back on the road. This gives me the green light to climb out of my pet carrier and nestle into Pet #1’s lap, thus commencing the car game we play. Pet #1 puts me back into the carrier and zips it up this time. I wriggle out of the zipped carrier and climb back into her lap. She puts me in the carrier again and tells me that it is very dangerous to have me on her lap while she drives. I listen for about 2 minutes and then I Houdini myself out again. Pet #1 makes the executive decision that I can be in her lap while we’re on the highway, but once we get into town, I have to go back. Little did I know she was manipulating me and the second I fell asleep, she imprisoned me in the pet carrier. I gave up and went to sleep.

My friends: Bentley, Pixie, and Frances

12:30 PM: We all arrive at Pet #1’s parents’ house (my grandpets’ house). I see Auntie Em and all of my doggy friends. I’m beyond excited to nuzzle my sweet snout into Doodle, the labradoodle. I suppose I should give you a rundown of my friends: Skippy (the antique puppy who is at least 15 years old), Doodle (the Labradoodle), Abby (the Pomeranian/Head bitch in charge), Pixie (the Chiweenie/Second HBIC), Frances (the Cockapoo), and lastly Bentley (the Chihuahua/my real blood brother).

Lounging around with my BFF, Doodle

Wiggle worms=blurry picture

1:00 PM-8:00 PM: Howard and I mingle (sniff bums, groom each other, growl when we feel threatened, etc.) with my friends. It takes my doggy friends a while to warm up to Howard since he’s so icy, pun intended! I swear those jokes never get old! My brother, Bentley, just moved in with my “grandpets” and it appears that he has changed. Pet #1 tries to get us together for a picture, but as you can see, we’re not having it. Bentley is showing several symptoms of depression and I try to talk to him about it, but the pressure of having Howard there makes it awkward. He says he will Skype me later and talk about getting on some Prozac.

8:00 PM: Pet #1, Howard, and I leave my grandpets’ house. We play the car game again. Once again, I lose, and am banished to the pet carrier for the remainder of the ride.

9:00 PM: Howard is belting out tunes from his cooler. I deviously plot out a detailed plan to leave him on the side of the road next time Pet #1 stops for gas, but she never stops. My evil thoughts go right out the window when we get home and Howard thanks me for introducing him to my family. He tells me that he hasn’t been treated this well since he lived with Mr. Popper. BFFLs again!

Curled up on the couch after an eventful day

11:00 PM: I’m all tuckered out from the “big city” extravaganza and I can barely finish this post.