August 2011 – Pooch Smooches

Double Digits, Baby!

Hi everypawdy. It’s me again – here to tell you that today is my 10 month ampuversary!! Whoo-hoo – I have hit the double digits.

But, on this super momentous occasion… do you know what?? My mom is NOT taking me to the beach. Yesterday we went like we always do on Sundays with both my mom and my dad. They were wearing their crazy colored shoes, which means we get to run a little bit. I love that! Anyway, it was hot yesterday – hotter than it’s been probably the whole summer, so I got a little bit tired and I did a little face plant when we were running downhill about 1/2 way through our walk/run. I got up and face-planted again. I heard my mom go “Oh!” but it was no big, I was still raring to go. They wouldn’t let me run anymore after that. 🙁

Then last night at the house it was really hot, so I took a night off from being my usual terrorist self. Usually at night I chew on mom’s toes while she tries to lay on the couch, so that she will get up and play – but I didn’t feel like it last night. I was just a little hot and tired, but they were making a big deal out of it, so now they say I am grounded and NO beach and NO walk today!! WtH??? My mom keeps poking at my good front leg and she is wondering if it looks ok. It looks fine! She is just uber paranoid. (Picture me rolling my eyes…)

To prove that I feel absolutely fine, I chased a stupid fly (almost as annoying as a Monkeybutt…) around the house this morning, but mom still doesn’t believe I am OK to go to the beach. She said that MAYBE if I am quiet and rest today she will take me this afternoon, but I have to stay in one spot and just get my feet wet and play a little bit. I can’t run around the whole island like I normally do. (Another eye roll from me…) I guess that is better than nothing, but even that is not for sure. She says we have to see… I think that sucks.

The only good thing about my celebration today is that I am for sure going to get a Frosty Paw later. The peanut butter flavor – yum! Keep your fingers crossed for me that I’ll get to go back to the beach tomorrow and be back to my normal routine! It is supposed to be a lot cooler tomorrow, so hopefully my mom will stop being the Activity Police!

Also to prove that I am fine and it was no big deal, here is a picture of me playing at the beach just the day before the face-plant. I look pretty pawesome, huh – mixing it up with the other dogs!

...and with the little dogs. I don't discriminate!

My Very Own Barney

Hey everypawdy – My mom and dad got me my very own Barney, and now I get to kill it as much as I want!

I went for his teeth, just like I did with the original Barney!

The people they bought it from even threw in an extra Barney for free (my mom says something about demand must be low for Barneys, but I don’t know why that would be, cuz who doesn’t want his or her own Barney to kill???). Anyway, now I can kill the second one when I am done killing the first one!

I am killing him good.

Too bad Barney has so little brains; they were tasty.

Hey, my mom said today is National Dog Day, so we went to the beach, like we do most days, but we stayed an extra long time and my mom brought her camera and took a million pictures of super-model tripawd girl me! It was fun. I have spent a lot of the rest of NDD napping. It’s a good day. 🙂 Hope you are also having a good National Dog Day.

Kisses to everyone,

Abby

Bye-bye Barney!

A fond farewell to our stinky little purple dino friend.

Abby here again. I’m pretty bummed out today. My mom fixed Barney up and we put him in a new box (the box he came in was looking a little worse for wear).

Mom bandaged him up the best she could. She put antibiotic cream on some of the deeper booboos I gave him. (Like the one on his butt! Ha!) She gave him some Tylenol PM so he’ll sleep on the way there.

Mom wanted to take a picture of him with his mementos from the trip. Not sure if mementos means the stuff we bought him at the zoo (a picture frame, a post card and a panda bear pin) or the wounds I inflicted on him… Anyway, while she was busy with her camera taking her mementos shot, I tried to sneak in and grab him one last time! See my head there:

I am very sad to see Barney go, but Mom gave me the box he came in to play with and it is super stinky, just like Barney, so I guess that’s the next best thing.

Now he is on his way to some other Tripawd who gets to have the fun of chewing on him. (Man, I am SO jealous!) But I’m not sayin’ where he’s going! I’m the only one who knows and you are just going to have to wait to find out!

Bye bye Barney! It was fun while it lasted!

Barney in the hurt locker

Abby finally gets her lips on Barney

Abby here, and it is time for the moment I know you’ve been waiting for. I know I was sure waiting for it anyway! It took my mom a whole week to completely get Barney relaxed enough to let his guard down. After his spaw day and his trip to the zoo, we brought him along to my favorite place in the world, Fiesta Island.

Here he is enjoying the view.

Barney at Fiesta Island — Barney says, "What a great vacation!"

He pretended to be a lifeguard, like I did that one time. He still suspected nothing! (Even though I sorta tried to get him when he was in the lifeguard chair…)

Then, Mom sat him down and explained to him what was really going on, and she recorded it so if you click on the link below you can see what happened!

Barney Learns the Truth

Okay, I admit it took me a little while to get into the whole KILL Barney spirit. But once I really got a good taste of him… Oh boy! I really wanted to KILL him! Here is a short list of the places I munched on him:

Then I chewed his mouth. I really got into it!

I really dug into his side. He squeaks. I hate that.

I tried to tear the spots right off his back!

Then my mom took him away!

I wasn’t too happy about that.

Mom documented the damage I did:

He has a hole in his butt. You need that though, right? Bwahahahahah

I tore his mouth and his toe real good. And I defluffed his chest a bit!

I wish I could really kill him, but Mom says she has to fix him up good as new and make his booboos feel better so that he can go someplace else. …But I saw her ordering me a Barney all my own from a place called something like AmazingOn. It really is going to be amazing when I get my own Barney! I’m going to totally kill him!!!

I am sad to see the stinky Barney go, but my mom says we have to share. I don’t really like to share, but at least I’ll have my own Barney soon. And no one knows where he is going next! Look out for him. He’ll turn up somewhere else one of these days! And maybe whoever gets him next can finish the job I started!

Kisses to everybody, especially the cute boy dogs!
Abby

What’s all this stuff about Barney?

Attempting to explain what Barney means to us…

I just did a post on my other blog [I keep two blogs for Abby because: it’s easier for my non-tripawd family/friends to comment on the other one, sometimes I blog off topic, sometimes I have to explain things about Abby’s treatment to those folks that don’t need to be explained over here, etc. etc.]. Anyway, the post was an attempt to explain why a … let’s just say grown (also put my age in there!) woman is playing with a stinky stuffed purple dinosaur this week. A family member said I have “too much time on my hands” and even if it was said jokingly, I’m sure they did wonder about my sanity when I was so excited to hear Barney was coming to visit us.

After writing about what Barney means to us on my other blog, I thought maybe some of the newer members of the Tripawd family might also wonder what all this stuff is about Barney, so, rather than repeat myself, you can read what I wrote here. But I also wanted to add that I think the best thing about getting Barney is the journal that comes with him. It’s both inspiring and heartbreaking to read the stories of the other Tripawds that have hosted Barney before. It really makes you feel even closer to the Tripawds family.

It really has been an honor to host the little purple moron.

But it doesn’t mean Abby isn’t going to attempt to tear him limb from limb. But that will be a subject for my next post…

Barney Suspects Nothing

Abby here again. Barney still does not have any clue what me and my mom are up to. Shhhhhh! Don’t tell him!!!

My mom and my aunt took him to the zoo to continue the charade that he is just in San Diego to see the sites. He totally fell for it. They said he had a mostly fun time.

He liked the hippos a lot – same body type.

But I think this polar bear wanted to eat him

He almost got carried off by this eagle!

But my aunt saved him. (Good, cuz I’m gonna kill him!)

After that he wanted another massage. He’s getting spoiled!

After the zoo, they even took him to Balboa Park. Give me a break! The zoo was bad enough. What’s that stupid dino going to do at a bunch of museums?? But mom says you can’t come to San Diego without going to Balboa Park. (At least that’s what mom said out loud for Barney to hear… Then she whispered in my ear that I can get him REAL SOON.)

Seriously, I’m getting sick of seeing Barney have such a good time. But mom says it’s all part of the plan. She says it’s going to make it that much worse when I ATTACK! I sure hope so, cuz I can’t wait! Stayed tuned, cuz it’s going to be PAWSOME!!

Spa Day for Barney

Normally my mom, Jackie, writes these things, but today, I’m taking over. Yep, it’s me – Abby, super model tripawd girl! Mom says she is sorry we haven’t posted on here in a while, but she has another blog too and she forgets to update them both! Anyway, something super exciting has happened! A few days after my 2nd birthday, I got the bestest present! (Am I overusing these exclamation points??! I don’t think so!!!!) It was a box full of fun things and a super stinky purple dino! My mom introduced us and said his name is Barney.

I’ll let the pictures tell the story:

I sniffed him good… all over (I mean ALL over!)

After the sniffing, I started to munch on him!

She put him up where I couldn’t get him!

Mom said he needed rest to recover from the Oaktown Pack

Then she gave him a massage! He was naked!

Don’t worry that we are treating him too nice. Mom says we are lulling him into a “false sense of security”… whatever that means. All I know is, once he is “lulled” there, I get to have him! But Mom says I still have to wait… She says she is taking him to the zoo! I’ll leave you with this last pic of the stupid dino at the spa: