Saturday, January 13, 2007

Eagles are a Bore!

Humans are, in my esteemed opinion, oftentimes quite crazy. Mom and Dad leave the TV on for me during the work week, and if I have to hear that stupid Fly Eagles Fly song or E-A-G-L-E-S chant one more time, I may just have to bite someone. The Eagles are Philadelphia's football team and they are playing New Orleans Saints tonite and local people have gone quite bananas. I find it one BIG Bore. So does Mom. Dad is sort of ambivalent though he is watching the game and screaming at the television as I type this. Don't tell anyone, but I am hoping the Saints win so I don't have to hear all this Eagles crap for another year. I also think the folks in New Orleans need something to get excited about after the terrible times they are going through after that bitch Katrina nearly wiped them out!

In other news, remember I mentioned that two Wires had been stolen from a truck at a gas station in Florida? Well, I received a disturbing update about what's going on in Florida...unfortunately, still no sign of Toby and Dakota - but I did want my blog readers to hear this report:

As of today, no news or new sightings. We continue to receive strange calls and emails from folks wanting money upfront for information about the dogs. Lost dogs are one of the latest scams on the internet. Folks need to be very careful when driving with dogs in their cars anywhere in Florida but especially along the interstate highways. There is a dog stealing ring that operates along I-75, I-4 and I-95 according to the sheriff's department. Folks need to lock their doors if dogs are left in their cars or vans even for 10 minutes while at the gas station.
Orlando has a problem with a group of people called the traveling criminals from the Carolina's and Eastern Europe. They come to Orlando every winter and run different scams. Last winter they were caught stealing dogs. They followed folks home from the dog groomer's and were stealing freshly groomed purebred dogs from fenced in yards. Most of the dogs were never found.

Note to self: Stay away from Florida!

After communicating with dog psychic (or animal communicator) Liesl last week, Dean-O sent me this picture of myself suggesting it might just be the perfect outfit for my next consultation. Actually, I think I may be quite psychic myself - I can anticipate everything that Mom and Dad are about to do and communicate my wishes to them quite easily. For example, when I care for a nibble, I stand and stare at the box of Milkbones until they notice my disappearance, seek me out and inevitably croon, "Oh Axie Pax - do you want a snack?" I look at them with my adorable mug, and communicate, "oh yes please, that would be lovely" - and two seconds later, I have a Milkbone in my mouth. HA!

Today Dad dropped me off at Doggy Day Care for half a day, but the parents forgot that the biz closes at 5PM on Saturdays! At 4.55pm the owners called Mom to remind her to pick me up! She arrived 10 minutes later in a complete tizzy and wracked with guilt as the owners were standing by the entrance of their establishment, coats and hats on, me on a leash...boy was I relieved to see Mom - I thought for sure I'd be spending the night there, alone. Mom apologized profusely to the owners and then to me, all the way home, reassuring me she would never have forgotten me. Likely story.

And on a final note - there are two foxie photo contests going on right now. The Fox Terrier Network, of which we are members, is running a three category contest: wires, smooths and a joint category with the title, "Foxie, what have you done?" I am entered in both the first and third categories and expect to win of course. Click here to see the wiry entries. Click here to see the "Foxie what have you done?" category.
Then the Wire Yahoo Group is running a wire photo contest. You can see both slide shows by clicking on the links below. Even if I say so myself, we foxies are the most gorgeous breed on the face of this earth!
Slide Show 1
Slide show 2

And finally finally, Happy 45th Wedding Anniversary to my grandparents in South Africa! Wow, 45 years - that's 315 dog years! I drink a toast (of water) to you both and wish you many more healthy and happy years together.