Yes, it's really me

Sorry I've been gone so long. My mom's computer blew up and she took her own sweet time in getting another one. Doesn't she know a hounddogger can't go months without a computer?! I need to stay in touch with my peeps! I mean, what is this the stone age? On top of that, it's freezing in this house. The heat doesn't work, the tile floor is freezing and I can see my own breath in this ice box! Well enough of my late night rant, it's time for bed.

You call it 4th of July, I call it Night of Terror!

I know most of you hounddoggers out there are just like me, you hate the 4th of July. Sure it's great that for a lot folks it's a long weekend and who doesn't like extra time off from work? I mean don't get me wrong, I love having the extra time hanging out with the family. But... and you all know what is coming, the noise, the noise, the noise. It drives me crazy. Those darn firecrackers are scary! I hate them. It makes me just want to curl up in the corner and hide. Why do people feel the need to make such loud noises? Can't they just celebrate with a hip, hip, hooray or something? All that noise just isn't necessary! Hang tough my fellow hounddoggers! We'll get through this. Well I better go find a place to hide. I'll chat w/ y'all more tomorrow when I've recovered from this night of terror!

Frankenpup?!

So mom leaves the house early on Friday morning and she takes Chadwick with her. In the car. Not me, just Chadwick! I was like what's up with that?! Anyway, she comes back home, supposedly about an hour later, but I'm a hounddog what do I really no about time? Are you sensing my sarcasm here? We know, it's not just five minutes people! Anyway, I see her pull up from my usual perch in the window. I jump down to greet them at the door. But only Mom walks in, there's no Chadwick. Shocked that she left him the car, I run to the gate to remind her, hey you forgot something! She puts her purse on the table, but she doesn't go back out. What's wrong, her? How could she leave him in the car? Or did Chadwick somehow sneak past me? I search all over the house, all over the yard and am like, where is he? How could mom forget to bring him back with her? She finally asks me if I'm looking for Chadwick and I want to scream, YES! WHERE IS HE? So she knows he's not here. She proceeds to jibber jabber about him coming home later. Where did she take him, what's he doing? Is he getting to play with other dogs, without me? I don't know where he is or what he is doing, but I decide to show my displeasure at this most unfortunate turn of events by pouting. I put on my saddest Lucy Grace face and mope around the house the rest of the day. I want her to really know how sad I am. Late in the afternoon mom leaves me again! Why is she leaving me alone again? Has my sad, puppy face not meant anything to her today? Boy, she is heartless today! This time when she pulls up, I see her talking to the car after she gets out. What's up with that? Then ever so slowly, I see a paw coming out of the back door. Could it be my Chadwick is finally back home to play with me? Yes! Yes! Yes! It is he! Finally my buddy is back home. I run as fast as I can to the gate to greet him. But something is off. He seems odd. He's really out of it. He seems to know I'm there, but then maybe not. Suddenly, I notice this huge, and I mean, HUGE bald spot on his side and he's got this really long gash with thread in it. They're stitches, just like the ones mom had a while back. But these are way bigger and much longer. My poor Chadwick has gone and been turned into Frankenpup! What did they do to him? Mom, what were you thinking? Will my Chadwick ever be the same?

Prayers for Chadwick

Okay, y'all know I always complain about Sir Chadwick. I mean, we all have to admit, I'm the sweet and cute one. I have lots of energy and I love to play. Everyone loves me. He, on the other hand, can be a bit of a grump and doesn't always want to play when I want to. What's up with that? We're hound dogs, we should always want to play! But, at the end of the day, I have to admit he's a pretty cool hound. So anyway, he has this tumor that just won't go away. It's kind of gross, well really gross. Mom's taken him to the vet several times now and it's just not getting any better. So apparently, he has to have surgery to have it removed. So he's headed to the hospital, where they're going to "put him under", under what I don't know, but Mom seems a little scared about it. So I think it might be something not so good. So let's all say a little prayer for Chadwick. I need my playmate back home and soon. It's no fun to lay in Chadwick's bed if he's not around to try and kick me out! So Chadwick, I love you. I hope whatever they put you under is not too heavy and doesn't hurt too much. Just know, I'll be home waiting for you and ready to play. In the meantime, I'll be napping in your bed until you return.

What the xxxx?

So mom gets me up this morning. I'm usually the early bird in this house, but not this morning. She totally woke up before me and interrupted my deep slumber. She tried to feed me at like 5am, but I just wasn't ready to eat yet. I mean who eats that early?! Anyway, I knew something was up last night when I saw her bring a suitcase from the garage. I was just kind of hoping since she didn't do anything with it last night, maybe all was okay. But my insticts were correct yesterday. She packed that suitcase this morning and rushed out the door before the sun even came up. At first Chadwick and I were like, waaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt. What's up with this? We couldn't belive Mom took and and forget to take us to the kennel. We were rather panicked for a couple of hours. Then suddenly some strange girl comes over and starts playing with us. Well, she's not really a stranger, we've met her before and she's actually really nice to us. Plus she thinks we're cute so she's obviously smart too. Well it turns out, Mom isn't taking us to the kennel this time. Instead we get to stay home and have a slumber party! Woo, hoo!
Plus, I think I overheard the girl talking earlier and I might just be going for a walk with my bud (a.k.a crush)Norton later. Another wooooooo hoooooo!

Nothing Better Than a Sunday Afternoon Nap!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There's nothing like a lazy Sunday afternoon, napping in your favorite sunny spot. All hounds should be so lucky. Have a photo of yourself napping in your favorite place? If so, email it to me at princessabby@hounddogger.com, but please, clean photos only, no vulgar hounddogger photos.

Woo Hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Friday. All you hounds and hound lovers out there know what this means. It meana lots of quality time with my mom! She's been working way too much lately. She's gone for hours at a time. Doesn't she know how much a hound needs attention? I mean a pup needs to EAT! More importantly than that, a hound needs to snuggle. Maybe I'll wake her up really early, like 4am, tomorrow just to get back at her and show her my displeasure of these long hours apart.