I'm BACK!!

Hey Everyone!
I know you've missed me! Grandma left today so now I am back on the computer again. It was great to meet grandma - poor lady is now on the plane for 18 hours...I guess I'll never be visiting South Africa - no way would I make it that long in a crate in the darn hold. No thanks. Grandma took me for a walk every morning, allowing mom to sleep in a bit which I know she really appreciated! But tomorrow it's back to boring old routine of being cooped up in the laundry room while mom and dad go to work.

Dad and I have this funny habit of passing out together on the couch in front of the TV every night. Mom caught us in "inaction":

Stage One: Dad and Ax Goof Around:


Stage Two: Dad falls asleep, I relax on my couch perch:


Stage Three: Dreamland for Dad and Ax:


Mom thinks we're pretty hilarious and usually leaves us downstairs and creeps up the stairs to bed.
My latest habit, when me and Dad get upstairs, is to quickly run under the bed so he can't catch me and put me in my crate! Poor Dad, he tries for a while to coax, demand and order me to go to my crate, but he eventually gives up and I spend the night "free" under the bed!

I'm off to bed now. It's great to be back online - and dear friends - both canine and other - I will be back to blogging regularly from hereon!!

AGC

Gifts from Grandma

I forgot to mention how beside myself I was when Grandma arrived and opened her enormous suitcase. Being the curious devil that I am, I immediately set about checking out the contents. I really should get a job with airport security - perhaps El Al would hire me, they are by far the best when it comes to onboard security!

So here is me scouting out Grandma's case in search of my much talked about gifts from South Africa:



The gifts turned out to be a big Kong toy, a green plastic hedgehog from Auntie Jo (grandmom's sister) and an edible green thing which mom promptly confiscated saying it was bad for me (she saw some hideous xrays of a thing like it in a sick dog's stomach!). Oh and a delish peanut flavored thing that looked just like a turd! Mom and Dad did a doubletake!

By popular demand, here is a photo of my dear Grandma, taken with Dad's sweet niece who we affectionately call Baby Bubba. There are other pics of me and grandma, but they are on grandma's camera, so I'll have to post them later!



Well, I hear Grandma a-coming (remember I'm in her room), I better get outta here!

AGC

Grandma is Here, Oh Boy!

Geez, now that grandma is here, I can't get near the computer cos the computer room has been turned into her bedroom. I really like grandma but she keeps calling me a "she" and sometimes she even calls me "Georgie" cos I remind her so much of my predecessor who grew up with mom and grandma in South Africa. It's a tad irritating.

Plus, listen to this. When they went to pick her up at JFK, they put me in the laundry room at 5am in the morning. No walk. No breakfast. I didn't know what was up. And Mom said they'd be back in 3 hours, and instead they walked in after 2pm! I was ravenous and pissed off. It seems some tanker truck had the temerity to explode on the NJ turnpike and Mom, Dad and Grandma had to sit in traffic for 3 hours (while yours truly sat home alone!). I was so happy to see them all that I went nuts, bit grandma and ran around in circles for about 20 minutes.

Then today, Mom and Grandma went to check out flowers for the wedding, and it was back to the laundry room with me! Again, it took longer than Mom promised it would, AND they forgot to leave a light on for me, so they came home at 8pm and there I was, sitting in the dark house, and hungry as dinner was 2 hours overdue.

I don't think I like this grandma visiting business at all.

AGC

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Smart Pooch

I know I shouldn't laugh at injured humans, but how can one not laugh at the story of a dog shooting a hunter? Confused? Read this:

A tussle between a hunter and his dog in north-east Bulgaria over prey ended with the dog shooting the man, local media reported Thursday.The man lost his temper when the Deutsch-Drahthaar hunting dog refused to release a killed bird it brought back and began beating it with the rifle. But the dog's paw caught the trigger and the hunter ended up with buckshot hitting him. The extent of his injuries was not reported, but it was said that the dog injured a paw.

Moral of the story: Catcher keeps the booty!
We terriers fully support that notion - if I caught a bird, you can be sure I'd never give it up either!

And if you, like me, wondered what the heck at Deutsch Drahthaar hunting dog looks like, here is a picture of one. Nice looking guy - and with a bird in his mouth, just like our little story:



And staying in Eastern Europe, I'd like to share a Polish proverb:
"Hunger will lead a fox [terrier] out of the forest."
I'm not sure what it means, but it seemed worth sharing?

And now some witty humor: I present (drumroll)...

Top 10 Signs You've Gone To a Bad Veterinarian
10. When you hand him your cat, he asks uncomfortably, "Monkey?"
9. Two weeks later, your dog coughs up a rubber glove.
8. Big sign in waiting room: No Pets Allowed!
7. Diploma looks a lot like menu from Chinese restaurant.
6. Always saying "I've got a tick in my pants."
5. Sends you a card every spring: "Time for your dog's annual neutering."
4. First question, "What ails your varmint?"
3. He has a lot of posters up advertising cockfights.
2. He himself wears one of those big funnel shaped dog collars.
1. He bites!

Tomorrow Grandma arrives, so I may have less time online as the computer room is now Grandma's bedroom!

Kisses,
AGC

Enemies Lurking in the Home

I received an email from Libby Longtail's mom yesterday telling me that Libby has taken to protecting her family from their new washing machine. Miss Longtail observed her mom doing the laundry and immediately noticed something was amiss.

"This new washing machine is a front-load model, with the little round window. Libby saw a wire fox terrier in the window! Every time she peeked, so did the wire fox in the washer. Every time she barked, it did, too! And it looked so much like Libby, it might sneak out of there one day and fool the family!"

Check her out on alert by the new appliance:



What a funny gal! Our machine is a top loader, so I am far more interested in our dryer. Everytime Mom transfers the wet laundry from the washer to the dryer, I see how many items of clothing I can snatch away and play with. This tends to infuriate my mom, who then sometimes goes chasing me around the house and ends up having to rewash the items. We go through the same fun game when the clothes are dry and she opens the door to fold and store them away. I have a particular penchant for socks and Mom's undies! Especially dirty ones!

Hey, Grandma arrives from South Africa early Friday...no news yet on whether I can ride along to JFK...Mom doesn't think our kind are welcomed at airports. There has been lots of activity in the house in preparation for our VIP guest - I even have a new bed to jump on! Can't wait to give licks and kisses to Grandma, and get my pressies! Woohoo!

AGC

I Graduated!

I am pretty proud of myself - yesterday I graduated from Puppy Class.


That tassle sure tickled my nose! My certificate now hangs on our refrigerator as there isn't space to hang it in my crate!

There were only 2 graduates, me and this cute Bijon - I don't know why Base the basset/beagle mix didn't show up! Anyway, now I know to sit, go down, and stay with a treat in front of my nose (well, I don't always stay...those treats need to be eaten!) Here are pictures of me and Bijon (I forgot her name...)



I read a GREAT story today on CNN about a super couple who paid for 80 Katrina pets to be airlifted to California!
The Continental Airlines flight from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, was chartered for about $50,000 by Texas oil tycoon Boone Pickens and his wife, Madeleine, in a movement dubbed "Operation Pet Lift." Some dogs were placed in cages in the cargo section while others rode in the passenger cabin, where they barked and wagged their tails.

Big licks to Boone and Madeleine Pickens! xox

AGC

Ribs and Popcorn

Yesterday I received the most awesome gift in the mail from Brenda, Alle and Jack in Orlando, Florida - a whole wardrobe collection of jumperz - which are special doggie bandanas that attach to one's collar. I have a special one for Chanukah, the seasons, and more. I love them. Mom put one on my straight away and I posed for a picture. I intend modeling them all here on my blog.
This is my favorite one - it's blue with pictures of wires doing funny things:



And speaking of modeling, check out my funny pal Chewy (who just celebrated his birthday) in his fancy doggie Tshirt. Doesn't he look silly?



This morning I wore my jumperz to the park and I was widely admired. I made a new friend named Kush which mom told me means "black" in the ancient language of Aramaic, but Kush's owner said it means "happy" in Hindu. Well, my new friend was black and happy, so I guess it's a good name for him. Maybe it also means "gets other dogs in trouble" in some other language cos Kush lead me into a burr bush and I got those horrid things embedded in my face and paws. Mom had to yank them out.

I got a bit pissed off today as Mom left me alone in the laundry room to go grocery shopping. I know we need food, but why can't I go with? So when she came home, she was huffing and puffing as Dad wasn't around to help her shlep the groceries inside and there was no parking outside so she really had to double park around the block and shlep. Once all the bags were inside, she let me out, but then ran out again to move her car. I was bored and hungry so I went sniffing around in the bags - and found a nice package of beef ribs which I managed to break open. You should have seen Mom's face when she finally walked in the door to see me enjoying a big beef rib! Her glare soon turned to a smile and she said, "Oh Axel, you are a naughty boy," but she still let me chew on it for a little while before tricking me into giving it up!

Remember that sad story I told you a while ago about Jack the dog who's owner had been run down and killed by thieves when he believed Jack was in the car? Well I see today that they have caught thief and charged him with murder. Good. But poor Jack, I'm sure that is little comfort to him.

Well Mom and I are going to sit and watch the US Open Tennis final - we have a big bowl of popcorn and Mom generously gives me a few. What a strange human food that is - but you know me, I'll eat anythihg!

AGC

Frisky Saves the Day

Amid all the human suffering and photos of abandoned pets, there is a heartwarming tale of Frisky the mutt.

The mutt, who's nearly blind now, is a schnauzer-poodle mix and, at 19, is the equivalent of 133 in human years. The unimposing four-legged friend gave Mitchell reason to live when Katrina was slamming the Gulf Coast.

"My little friend and I had a party that night," Mitchell says. "We had a big party. We spent the night treading water and swimming. … This thing (Katrina) was the monster of them all. About four hours after I was treading water and all, I was about ready to let go, and I felt this real peaceful feeling, like, 'This is it.' Ya know? And I was about to let go and, all of a sudden, Frisky was on that mattress and come running to the corner of the mattress, and he kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. And it kinda snapped me out of it, and I was able to come back."

After what seemed like a lifetime, the mutt and his owner managed to escape the house.
"Frisky is "why I'm here," Mitchell says. "I couldn't ever express the closeness between he and I. It's amazing he's stuck around (all these years). I think he's waiting to cross the River Jordan with me. That's what I think he's waiting to do."

Once again this illustrates the love we canines feel for our faithful owners. We are not mere animals, we are beings with love and loyalty in our hearts.

Now, continuing on from yesterday's post - I have good news for all those desperate bitches out there - I have some new handsome wires to introduce you to!

Meet Jeeves - he is an urban New York City dude. He sure has a great smile:

From urban to country boy - here is Jasper from Oklahoma, who is 1 year and almost 8 months old. What a doofus look he has in this picture, heh heh:

Then there is Mackie - who I seem to recall is related to that gorgeous gal Maggie - I think they are siblings, but I could be confused:

Then there is Kramer. Poor Kramer, he had his balls chopped off just yesterday - I can't fathom what that must feel like. But I have overheard mom and dad say they don't plan on putting me through that for quite some time. My hope is - NEVER!

And, saving the funniest fellow for last, meet Dylan who enjoyed getting covered in poop after a walk down by the river. No bitch will come near you looking like that dog!

To my human and canine friends, have a great weekend! I'm outta here!

AGC

A Tail Wagging Ending

The AKC just completed an interesting survey of dog and non-dog owners.
What I find interesting is that one of the "survey findings revealed that owners of one dog were more likely to describe themselves as "happy" as opposed to non-dog owners (43 percent vs. 38 percent), yet those "sans pooch" say they are more organized (19 percent vs. 14 percent of dog owners). Dog owners were more likely to call themselves "laid back" than those without pups (26 percent vs. 17 percent)."

Of course dog owners are happy, disorganized people! We make them laugh and we are very au fait at creating disorder in their households! Mom and Dad are prime examples - they are constantly convulsing in giggles at my antics, and our house is an almightly mess. Though in my own defense, I suspect they weren't that organized or neat to begin with!

Since posting my dashing new haircut photos, I have received emails from lovesick bitches pining after me.

"Dear Axel, Will you be my new boyfriend?" writes Libby in Minnesota, "I think we'd make a cute couple. I am sending you my picture showing me running in the yard, I love to run."

I wrote back:
Take a number bitch. But you are rather cute - I'm just not into long distance relationships.

A lot closer than Minnesota is Camden, NJ - and that's where Venus (3) and Max (10) live with their owner Bill Z. Venus is kind of cute - if you like your women hairy.

But hey bitches, there is good news out there. I am not the only stud muffin out there. All wire males are adonises! For example, check out Herman who is owned by Carol and recently had to have his one ear glued down - what the heck is up with that?! And next to Herman (right) is Gabriel (8) with all his manhood visible to the world. He lives with his sister, Angel (9) pictured underneath, all curled up in a ball. They live in South Carolina, and have a pool! (I'm having an envy attack!)

I also want to introduce two new friends, Terri and Chewy, who are both 5 years old and live in Austin, Texas. Their mom Jill tells me that their favorite passion is to hunt for possums and birds. Monday night Terri killed a small possum in their backyard! Wow. Last summer they killed 5 birds! Terri also likes to "kill" her stuffed toys that no longer have squeakers or stuffing in them.

Holy crap, the two of them sound natural born killers. I bet they are members of the NRA. I haven't killed anything yet, my toys still all have their squeakers, and I haven't even chased a bird. What's wrong with me Mom?
To look at Chewy and Terri in their bath robes, you'd never think that beneath their demure appearances lurk dangerous killers! (Where can I get one of those robes?)

And lastly, my two Panamanian friends Olaf and Lulu just sent me a new photo of the two of them in their mom's garden, where they are only allowed to roam under close supervision - clearly evident in the fact that the flowers are still intact!

I was rather dismayed by the headline in today's Daily News - it read "38 EVACUEES, 1 DOG ARRIVE IN PHILLY" One dog? A doberman no less. I'm a tad disappointed, I was looking forward to meeting some good Southern hounds and chaperone them to Philly's greatest dogparks. Oh well...

And lastly - I am thrilled to be able to provide you with a happy follow up to the sad Katrina story I related on Sept. 4 about Valerie Bennet - who you will recall offered her rescuer her wedding rings if only she could take her 4 dogs with her. But her request was refused. Well, today there was news of at least one happy reunion:

Hurricane Katrina refugee Valerie Bennett was visibly delighted to be see her dog, Lady, after they were reunited at Emory Hospital in Atlanta. She and her husband, Lorne, had to leave behind four of their pets when Lorne, a liver transplant patient, had to be evacuated.
I love happy endings!

AGC

From Scruffy Rascal to Handsome Fellow

The moment you've all been waiting for....(drum roll)...my new look! Yesterday I got my first hand stripping by Alex who works at Petsmart. He did a fine job, especially putting up with my biting and mounting. When Mom and Dad came to pick me up, you should have seen the looks on their faces! I actually saw their bosoms (well Mom's anyway) swell with pride and joy! I don't mean to be conceited, but I am a fine looking dog now, especially with my bandana - so I wanted to share my new portfolio with you, my loyal readers and fans.


Paper towel rolls are one of my fave toys!


These Dingo treats are my favorite chew thingies


My most dignified pose. It was hard work let me tell you.


On my fave perch where I can bark out the window or have a nap


Snuggling against Mom...I'm embarrassed to admit, I look a bit like a cat here! Urgh! (Or Andy Rooney with those bushy eyebrows!)

Anyway, more later...I need to go check myself out in the mirror.
Oh, and before I forget, big shout out to Grandma in South Africa - HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR YESTERDAY GRANDMA! SEE YOU SOON!

AGC

Seeking a Snowball in a Hurricane

Remember I told you that awful story about the little boy who was forced to surrender his beloved dog Snowball when he was evacuated from New Orleans, and how he was so distressed he cried and vomited. Well, it seems I wasn't the only living creature to be horrified by this story - today on CNN I read of an outpouring from around the country of people on the hunt for both the boy and his dog Snowball in hopes of a reunion. Some kind lady even started a reward fund -- which hit $1,775 as of Monday. I will keep my paws crossed for a happy reunion!

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Heh heh, I did a funny thing this morning! Mom took me out at 6 a.m. and I peed and pooped like a good boy, and then mom let me greet Dad who was still sleeping in his bed. I jumped on his face and wiped my wet pee-pee on his face! Mom was convulsing with laughter, but Dad was a bit grossed out!

Hey, today is my very first grooming experience! I am going to be stripped and trimmed - I hope I come out looking like a striking gentleman because right now I look like a scruffy rascal! I will post a photo of my new look later!

AGC

Terrier is top dog (No surprise there!)

An unusual terrier took the top prize two days in a row at the Gold Country Kennel Club dog show at the Nevada County Fairgrounds over the weekend. Stonebroke Right On The Money is a Sealyham terrier. The close-clipped 3-year-old with a long creamy beard is the top terrier and the fourth-ranked dog overall in the country, after winning his 22nd Best of Show award this year on Sunday.

Bravo Stonebroke Right on the Money! (what kind of dumb human would give a top dog a stupid name like that?)
He is quite a gallant looking fella!

I have been glued to my computer screen all morning watching a most delightful puppycam - it shows a wiry mom and her 5 sweet pups - you have to check it out!

Finally, a reminder about how you can help the animals affected by that horrid cow Katrina:

American Humane Association https://secure2.convio.net/aha/site/Donation
ASPCA http://www.aspca.org
American Veterinarian Medical Foundation https://secure.entango.com/donate
Emergency Animal Rescue Service (EARS) http://www.uan.org/ears/index.html

Please give generously - my kind have no voice to call out to rescuers or the ability to hang sheets to attract helicopters. We need your help!

AGC

Crying over Katrina

Oh the misery. How sad I am for all the people and animals suffering from the aftermath of Katrina. Today's article in the Guardian, brought tears to my eyes and made my furry face all wet:

As Valerie Bennett was evacuated from a New Orleans hospital, rescuers told her there was no room in the boat for her dogs. She pleaded. ``I offered him my wedding ring and my mom's wedding ring,'' the 34-year-old nurse recalled Saturday. They wouldn't budge. She and her husband could bring only one item, and they already had a plastic tub containing the medicines her husband, a liver transplant recipient, needed to survive. Such emotional scenes were repeated perhaps thousands of times along the Gulf Coast last week as pet owners were forced to abandon their animals in the midst of evacuation.

Where are all these dogs and cats? are they starving to death? Why can't more be done to keep humans and pets together. It is NOT right.

On a lighter note, I have MORE wiry friends to introduce. They are Alle and Jack, two wires who live down in Orlando, FL with their parents Brenda and Louis. Alle is a shy gal, while Jack is Mr. Social. Wendy makes delightful bandanas for her wiry friends (as modelled below by Alle), and I look forward to receiving one in the mail next week! Won't I look dapper!



Time to take a nap - my fifth one this day.

AGC

Of Hurricanes, Snoozing, Friends and Torn Penises

Sorry I didn't blog yesterday, I was sort of down reading about the horrid effects of Hurricane Katrina. I was reading CNN online this morning, and it made me furious:

At the back end of the line, people jammed against police barricades in the rain. Refugees passed out and had to be lifted hand-over-hand overhead to medics. Pets were not allowed on the bus, and when a police officer confiscated a little boy's dog, the child cried until he vomited. "Snowball, Snowball," he cried.

I can't believe it. I kept on thinking what if it was me there with my mom and dad, and they said I couldn't go on the bus! Where is Rosa Parks when you need her? That poor child - he's lost everything in the hurricane, he's traumatized enough, did they have to take his pet away? And where is Snowball now? It makes me shudder and boil at the same time!

Anyway, let's switch to something more light-hearted, like snoozing perhaps? Seems we WFT's really excel in this department, so I thought I'd post a few pics of my sleepy friends:


Like me, Libby loves sleeping atop the sofa!


Meet Maddie, she is 2.5 years old and lives in St. Peters, MO, which is just west of St. Louis. Her daddy James writes that, "she likesto rob socks from the laundry and only give them up as a last resort, she loves to play "chasey", and she is an avid ball fetcher and rabbit terrorizer." She sounds like a delightful, feisty gal! Just my type even if she is given to vulgar poses like this!



And in equally unladylike pose, we have our little Argentinian friend Chechu all a-snooze, belly up. My, what a rosy belly you have dear!

I'd also like to introduce some new terrier friends.
First up we have Kelly (also known as Kellybug) who lives in Bettendorf, Iowa and is 2 ½ years young. She is pictured here with her best friend Anne Claire. Kelly writes that, "my very favorite activity (other than eating) is to go to the tennis courts by my house. My Mom and Dad throw the ball to me and I run and run and run. When I am tired my Dad lifts me up to drink really cold water out of a fountain, that is lots of fun and it tickles my mouth." Kelly is also well known in her household for gobbling up her food and ending her tasty meal with a mighty BURP!



And wow, check out these guys, they go by the collective name of the Terrierfirma Gang! Imagine a household that is run by an Airdale, two Wires and a Scottie! The gang consists of Bamboozle, the 14-year-old wire fox, Matilda, the 14-year-old Scottie, Linus, the 8-year-old Airedale, and Libby Longtail, the 2-year old wire fox. They live near Cincinnati, OH, with their mom Jill, and evidently like to play cowboys and Indians!


And finally, a rather odd headline in the news today: Loose dog tears man's penis
Well, being the curious hound that I am, I had to read this story! It seems in July this year in Ghana, "Mr. Harle's dog escaped from his cage and pounced on the complainant who was standing outside his gate and tore his penis. Mr Marfo was rushed to the hospital and the incident was reported to the Police." Ow, that couldn't have been very pleasant. Maybe the poor dog was hungry and mistook the penis for a tasty sausage.

AGC

Maggie the Magnificent

Now this is what I call a high class gal! Maggie was born in Tallin, Estonia on Feb. 22, 2004 and shlepped over to the USA by her breeder. She now resides with her mom Billie in Oklahoma City. Here she is posing for her portrait:



Maggie's favorite thing to do is to jump up in the air and have you catch her! She sure is a fine specimen of our breed and her stripping is impeccable. Mom is threatening to get me stripped before Grandma arrives - I do look rather scruffy, I have to admit, but the thought of having my hair ripped out is not very appealing.

And just to show you that Colby is not the only wire who enjoys throwing a bottle of soda around, here is a picture of me having a high ol' time with dad's empty Coke bottle:



It was so exhausting, that I soon fell asleep on my perch - the top of the couch - with my favorite toy Cow which was a gift to me from my favorite petsitter Rose!



AGC

A Local Yokel

I found another wire in Pennsylvania - but boy is it a HUGE state - Rocky lives miles away in Oakmont, which is about 11 miles northeast of Pittsburgh. Sounds like a swell place to live, as his mom Lisa explains, "It's a quaint little town with brick streets and gas street lanterns, but we have the city amenities." He is almost four and loves Cherry water ice (as you can see in his first pic) and chasing rabbits in his yard. I still haven't seen a damn rabbit!!



AGC

Around the World in One Blog Flash

First a big round of applause for the Philly cops -- the horrible man who broke in and raped our neighbor is now behind bars, and I hope he stays there FOREVER. Now we can all sleep a bit better at night.

I had a super weekend, bar the visit to the vet! Yesterday Mom, Dad and I went to Quakertown to visit Dad's friend Rob who lives on a big family farm. Wow, I had so much room to run and play! I found a nice black gravel area, and had a good dig in the rain. Boy did I look a sight!
I then ran up to everyone (there was a big family reunion) and made sure everyone got as dirty as me! Heh heh!



We interrupt this blog report, with an advertisement for Sour Apple Crush brought to us by that Canadian Rascal Colby Russel!

Thank you Colby, and now we whip around the globe to the UK for two amazing news stories.
Wow, these folks must really love their dog!

A worried couple have offered a £40,000 reward to anyone who finds their missing dog.
Diane and Roy Cousins, both 55, have re-mortgaged their home in Bromley, Kent and even sold their wedding rings to raise the cash in an attempt find their beloved pooch, Natasha.

After consulting my online currency converter - I can tell you that is over $72,000! If I lived in Kent, I'd be out there sniffing for Natasha myself, my parents sure could use that kind of loot!

And how is this for a smart Scottish pooch?

When Archie, a black labrador, lost his owner on a lonely Scottish station, he jumped on the first train home. Not only did the dog catch the right train, he got off at the right station. Closed-circuit television footage shows the dog waiting for his master at the station before watching the Aberdeen to Inverness train pull in. Unable to find his owner, the labrador decided to avoid a long walk home by nipping aboard the 20.38 train. He got out at the right stop, Insch, 12 minutes along the line.

And now Axel's international blog, whips west to Panama - situated between Costa Rica and Columbia in Central America. Panama is home to two more wiry friends, Olaf and Lulu who are owned by Sarah. Olaf is a Panamanian native, but Lulu was imported from Argentina. What devilish grins the pair of them have!

And nearer to home in Louisiana and Mississippi (did I spell that right Grandma??), my thoughts are with my fellow animals who are about to be hit by the bitchy witchy Hurricane Katrina! I hope all the humans and animals will be safe - I've been watching that big red swirly image on TV, and it's pretty scary looking!

Over and Out.
AGC

Fading Days of Summer

Urgh - only two weekends left of Summer! I've never had a winter of course, but I hear Mom and Dad constantly moaning about how they are dreading it. I have a feeling I might like the snow!

But in the meantime, I love this picture of George gazing out at the ocean. I still haven't seen the ocean - what's up with that Mom and Dad?



AGC

Message from Grandma

I just got an email from my grandma in South Africa! She writes:

Hi there Axel
This is from your S.A. Grandma who you will be seeing in exactly three weeks - can't wait. Just to tell you that I really think you are the best doggie blogger in the world - I love reading about your antics. Also, please tell your Mom that I was sorry to hear about the break-in across the road - I really thought that it is safer in the USA than in S.A. And, finally, please also tell your Mom that she needs to check some of your spelling - the word is 'embarrassing' not 'embarracing' ! But you are only a very little pup so sure your spelling will improve!

Lots of pats and kisses. xxxxxxxxxxx

Yes Grandma, you are right, my spelling sucks! But let me ask you this, how good are you at digging holes, dismembering shoes and licking your balls?

I thought so.

AGC

Walkies!

AGC (You wouldn't catch me dead walking a poodle!)