Peanut Butter Addiction

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My name is Dusty and I am a peanut butter addict.  I have to admit that I will do anything to get peanut butter, especially if it’s warm, gooey, melted peanut butter like Christine has on her English muffins. Mmmmm! Just thinking about it is making me all drooly.  Unfortunately, this has led to many embarrassing photos of me licking my chops or begging.  I understand there may also be a shameful video floating around out there on the internet as well.

Sleeping under the table, between chair legs, in hopes of dropped peanut butter yumminess.

I even resort to sleeping under the kitchen table in hopes that some of the sticky, salty, golden goodness will drop down close enough for me to snatch it up.  I’ve been thinking that I’m probably not the only dog who faces this dilemma of giving up pride for peanut butter.  But I just can’t live without it!

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The Fetch Thing

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I am a Dandie Dinmont Terrier.

Well I guess it’s time for me to weigh in on the fetch thing.  First of all, I do not agree with Sam the Fat Cat.  Fetch is a wonderful game.  Cooper and Torre, I’m glad you and your humans enjoy it so much.  But it’s simply not my game.  You have to understand something.  I am a terrier.  Specifially, I am a Dandie Dinmont Terrier. No, not a ‘whaaaat?’…a Dandie Dinmont Terrier.  Yes it’s a real breed, a very old breed in fact.  Go ahead Google it.  I dare you.  See, I told you!  Now you have a good reason to watch the next Westminister Dog Show.

As you can see from my regal bearing in the photo above, my body isn’t designed for fetch.  Dandies are hunters.  We are search and destroy machines.  Notice how my front legs are lower that my back legs.  Also notice my strong front shoulders.  Please ignore the crook in my tail.  I beat up on my little brother a lot in those first 8 weeks but he exacted his revenge before I went to live with Christine. Don’t let my size fool you, I’m an alpha female and I know how to throw my 25 pounds around pretty well.  I’m small but I’m powerful.  I’d never make it over a hurdle like Torre does in flyball, but my compact size is perfect for a Dandie’s original job of hunting badgers in the Scottish highlands.

Of course I’ve never seen a badger but I do love stuffed squeaky toys.  I have a toy box full of them. Or rather, what’s left of them.  I pride myself on my ability to destuff and desqueak a toy in five minutes or less.  We Dandies have super strong jaws and I know how to use them.  I keep the skins.  My favorite game is called Dump the Toy Box.  I flip the lid off with my nose and toss my toys in the air one by one.  When I find the one I want, I grab and run for a sneaky spot to shred it a little more.  For some reason my toys disappear when there’s nothing left but strings.  I’ve never figured that out.

I also love to play Nice Doggy.  I stand on my toy and shred it. Then the humans try to psych me out and grab it away.  They usually try petting me and I growl and snarl like I’m going to tear them apart but of course, I would never do such a thing.  They laugh saying, “Nice Doggy…Good Doggy…MY TOY!!” and try to grab it.  Once in awhile I have to let them get it so they don’t get bored.  But I don’t let them keep it for more than a minute.  I just show them a whole lot of teeth.  Let’s just say it’s a smile, shall we?

The Simple Joys

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By Torre Henderson, Guest Blogger

Torre

Hi there!  I’d like to introduce myself.  I’m Torre Henderson and I’m two and a half.  I live near Boston with my Mom Cindy, and my two big bros Jeter and Mattingly.  Can you tell Mom’s a bit of a Yankees fan?  I was visiting my Aunt Shari this week and Dusty’s humans came over to play.  Dusty asked Christine to see if I’d like to add anything to the blog. How could I turn it down?

First of all, I have to say Cooper’s Mom is a super good sport.  I know baseball. Mom and Aunt Shari watch a lot of it!  I hear it’s not easy being a Mets fan.  I totally get that sportsmanship thing. Me and my brothers live to play flyball.  We go all over the country for competitions and we even were part of group trying to set a Guiness World Record.  How cool is that?  If you’ve never heard of flyball, I’ll give you the short version.  Dogs race down a track, jump of a series of hurdles, grab a ball from a special holder and race it back to the other end.  We have to get three balls, so that’s three trips up the track and three trips back.  We go really fast.  I’m a miniature Australian Shepherd.  Jeter and Mattingly are border collies.  I don’t mean to brag or anything but we have an awful lot of blue ribbons.  Mom is really proud of us.  This weekend, she’s taking us to Canada and Aunt Shari is coming too. Road trip! Gee, I hope Aunt Shari remembers her high school French and can order my some of that Canadian bacon.  Mmmmm….bacon…..oh sorry.  I was daydreaming for a minute there.

I do have to side with Cooper about the fetch thing.  Sorry Sam the Fat Cat, but I could play fetch all day long.  I fetch tennis balls, squeaky toys, frisbees, and my favorite canvas flying squirrel with the little rubbery paws.  Fetch is one of the simple joys of life.  It’s right up there with a doggy ice cream cup on a hot day or a great day of flyball with my teammates.  There’s just something special about trying to psych out a human, trying to figure out where they’re going to throw the thing next and be there when it comes down.  I love the feel of a flying catch!  Woohoo!!  It’s a little jump for joy.

It was so nice of Dusty to send her boys over here to play fetch with me.  I have to say though, humans get worn out mighty quick.  I heard the boys say Dusty doesn’t play fetch.  So Dusty, what’s up with that?

My Family, My Heroes

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By Little Bear Moonwalker, Guest Blogger

Little Bear Moonwalker

My name is Little Bear Moonwalker and I’m really honored that Dusty and Cooper have given me this opportunity to guest blog on Beyond The Wet Nose. You’re probably wondering about my name.  I’m a chow/shepherd mix so you can see where the Little Bear part comes from but what about Moonwalker?  That’s  kind of a funny story.  I’m almost 16 years old, which is pretty darn old in dog years.  I can’t bark so well anymore.  Some days my arthritis acts up a bit  and it’s hard to walk on the bare floors.  I’m fairly certain that wood floors and linoleum were invented by cats, despite Sam’s talk of peace.  Anyway, on those days I try to stay on the carpet as much as possible but sooner or later I have to cross the dreaded kitchen floor to go outside.  I learned that if I sort of eased my way backwards across the floor,  I’m less likely to slip.  My family calls it Moonwalking.

I’m really grateful to have such an awesome family.  My Mom Karen and my Dad Billy take really good care of me.  Then there’s my brother Will and my sister Mandy.  They are the two most awesome kids any dog could ever hope for!

A big bark out to Will since today is his 18th birthday.  Wow man, that’s old!  Will just graduated from high school.  Hello, world – here he comes! He’s super nice to everybody.  He’s always helping Mom and Dad take care of Mandy.  He really sticks by her and encourages her.  What a great big brother!

Mandy is really special too.  She’s twelve and she just graduated from the 6th grade.  Look out Junior High!  When she was just little she started having seizures.  She’s had to have brain surgery  and she takes a lot of medicine to try to control them.  Sometimes she has too many seizures too close together and she has to go to the hospital.  I really don’t like when that happens because I miss her too much. She’s had seizures in all kinds of places and situations, even in her Grandma’s pool.  But what’s really cool is she never panics.  She knows exactly what to do to let someone know to help her and she stays calm through the whole thing.  Even when she had to spend weeks in the hospital earlier this year, she didn’t let it get her down too much.  She kept practicing her singing so she could get a solo in the school play. Even though it took her a long time and a lot of not-so-fun therapy after she got home, she got that solo!  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go because they don’t let dogs in school.  But I hear she rocked the house.

My family are my heroes because when the tough stuff happens, we find a way to laugh about it, work through it  (yes, even if it means walking backwards) and just keep going.  I’m so proud to their dog.

Every Dog Needs A Good Lawyer

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The Accused: Mug shots make everydog look guilty.

Despite all my writing prowess, all the wisdom of my nine years and all the deep thoughts, I am still a young pup at heart.  So I will admit there are times when I do things that may not be officially ‘permitted’ by the human establishment.  At times like that, it’s a good idea to have a lawyer, preferably a human one, who will argue your case and most likely earn a more lenient sentence.  Lucky for me, I have Eugene.

I never realized the benefit of retaining

If you didn’t witness it, you must acquit!

counsel until this one day when Christine came home from the human vet and there just happened to be an empty bag of chips on my bed.  There were also a bunch of papers strewn across the floor.  I know things looked bad but when she posted the incident on Facebook, one of her human friends commented that perhaps some other very bad dog had come into the house, eaten the chips, then left the evidence on my bed as a frame up.  He said since no one actually saw me eat the chips, there was no proof.  Smart guy!

As it turns out, I didn’t have to look far.  Eugene has a brilliant legal mind even though the humans consider him young.  On Sunday, Christine left me home for about two hours while she went to church.  I was bored so I decided to play with my toys.

Well within the realm of fair play and obviously a fair trade.

She left her shoes, with socks in them,  right in front of my toy box.  I traded her my de-stuffed pink octopus for her sock.  It seemed like a fair trade to me.  But when she came home and saw that her sock had two holes in the heel, she was somewhat peeved.

Thank goodness Eugene came home on Monday.  He made an excellent case that I had indeed made a fair trade and that since the shoes with socks were left in front of my toy box, it could only be assumed that the socks fell within the realm of fair play.

Nothing celebrates a ‘Not Guilty’ verdict like a belly rub! I LOVE THIS GUY!

 

When Humans Travel

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I heard Christine say the Cooper’s Mom is going to come East to visit his Grandpa.  I also heard about his big time out for eating Mom’s snacks.  So I just have to say, “Cooper.  Dude.  I feel your pain, Dog.”

Christine and the boys left me behind a couple of months ago.  I tried everything I could to get them to stay.  I looked extra cute.  I was on my bestest behavior. I even tried to get them to pack me in the suitcase.

Hey, no BOL, it worked for that little stuffed dog of Eugene’s.  But nothing I did worked.  They left me. Not only that, but when they came back, they smelled like ANOTHER DOG.  I know it was only my cousin Dante, but still…they left me and played with some other dog!  Can you believe it?!Now I do have to give a bark out to Grandma because she made me a cheeseburger while they were gone.  And she kept my water dish full the whole time.  There may have been some bacon involved too.  So Cooper, don’t sweat it.  I know your Dad is going to take extra special care of you while your Mom is here.  Maybe he’ll even sneak you one of Mom’s chapsticks so you don’t miss her so much.

Human Kisses

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Today was a long, sad day for me.  Eugene was in a rush this morning and he said goodbye as he ran out the door but he didn’t give me a hug and kiss like he usually does.  It threw my whole day out of whack.  The sunshine didn’t last long so there was no sunny spot to lay it.  My bed wouldn’t fluff right.  My water tasted old, even though it wasn’t.  Even barking at the cat in the yard wasn’t any fun. That school thing takes FOREVER and even longer than that when you’re missing your human.

He did say he was really sorry and even spent some extra snuggle time with me when he got home.  Andrew gave me a paper towel roll to chew on and that always cheers me up.  Andrew also said that this school thing is almost over and then they’ll be home all summer.  I can’t wait!  All those extra snacks and dropped chips…uh…I mean all that extra snuggle time.  Yeah snuggle time, that’s what I meant.

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