Memoirs of a Toller, 3 All Americans, a Wire Fox Terrier, and a Belgian Malinios

Hello again. It is you I'm looking for?

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Sun, 18 Feb 2018 21:03:00 +0000

Hello everydoggie!

It has been many, many bones since I have last taken computer in paw and graced everyone with my wit and charm.

Since our last conversation, we have added more to our doggie pack. Please allow me to introduce Imp and Branwen.

First, Imp. I have adopted him as my son, the apple of my eye. I taught him most of what I know, but of course, not all. That would be silly.

As you can see, he is very athletic and is taking after me in flyball. He simply loves this sport, as I. He came to live with us 3 years ago as a small pup from Michigan.

Our newest addition is Branwen. She is still a pup, as she is not yet a year old. She is also learning flyball. B, as she is called here, has turned the house upside down. She is constantly talking. Does she not understand that I am the talker, not her. She is a silly pup and does not yet reach the intellectual heights as I.

Here she is in a philosophical conversation with Katherine regarding toys on the couch in her region of the living room. Katie does not favor loud puppies and squeaky toys that do not stop.

And, the girls, Katie and Zorra. Branwen was not included on this walk at the time.

Here is an updated photo of my brother Rowdy, Imp and myself. We were in Metamora, IN at our store. We were taking a leisurely stroll last fall.

Enough for now. I just wanted to reintroduce our family and say hello! Hope to see some of you soon!

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Wed, 14 Feb 2018 15:13:00 +0000

I haven't posted in so long!!@!!!!!! I am back. Stay tuned!!

I love ME!

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 16:08:00 +0000

I was playing around on the computer today, and I found a program that did the pic below. It's made out of a bunch of my mom's photos. SHHHHHH don't tell!

Our new bother.. er brother

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 01:56:00 +0000

Hello everydoggie. Oh, yes. I'm not sure that any of you will remember us. BOL. We are still around and kicking.

It's been so long since I've taken pen to hand and written more on my memoirs, but then again, I don't take pen to hand. It's more like trying to get a little computer time from my mother. I secured the computer from her tonight as she is sleeping. At last, I can express myself freely. Zorra and Katherine are on the lookout and will bark if she awakens.

We have been very busy, training for flyball, training for agility, playing, chasing balls, and fighting with each other. However, we have convinced Mother that fighting is the best. It makes her face a delightful shade of purple.

I'm not sure that many of you know about our new brother, Rowdy. Well, his real name is Rowdy Roddy Piper. And, yes, he's named after the famous wrestler of the '80s. Sometimes I wonder about Mother's sanity.

Rowdy is a Belgian Malinois and is much bigger than the rest of us, even that fat cow Katherine. OUCH... Katherine just hit me on the back of the head with a Kong from saying that. Sorry pals.

His name is Rowdy Roddy Piper, and he's just a mere pup. I find that I must constantly keep him in line as he does not know the ways of the world. Next week is his birthday, and he will be 2 years old. Like the rest of us, he is a rescue as Mother says. He lived with another family and they felt he would be better with a family that he other dogs and was into dog sports. After a few days of talking to them, Mother decided that Rowdy must come live with us. It was more of a dictatorship decsion, as I was NOT consulted in this matter.

One day Mother left and didn't take any of us with her. Of course, we were all sure she would become horribly lost and we howled and howled to let her know where we were. Mother's not the brightest bulb in the pack, shall we say, and needs all the help from us she can get. She completely got out of range of our super sonic howling when she drove a few hours to Ft. Wayne, Indiana, where she picked up Rowdy and brought him home. He is originally from Michigan and speaks with a bit of an accent. I, of course, am trying to teach him proper pronunciation of all spoken word. I have so much work to do with him.

Since I am worldly and have been many, many places, it is my mission to assure that Rowdy becomes as learned as I. After all, remember when I went to London in my Chitty Chitty Vee Wee. The girls and I are thinking of taking it back to see the Olympics. I guess we could take Rowdy.

I'll have to see if he has a passport. We do have plenty of room in the VeeWee.

Yes, I believe we will need to take a roadtrip in the VeeWee to advance Rowdy's education. The girls and I will need to make plans, and I will need to withdraw some pup cash from my super secret Swiss bank account that Mother doesn't know about. Stay tuned pals.

Merry Christmas to all doggies and hoomans

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 03:50:00 +0000

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from all of us, Katie, Zorra, Sam and Rowdy! Oh, and Mother, too.

Flyball, Flyball, Flyball

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 00:26:00 +0000

Hello pals!

You all know I have been involved with Flyball for about a year now. I'm having a grand time running and racing against other pups. Of course, I am always ready to go and do the very best I can.

We had some downtime at the tournament this past weekend in Sandusky, OH. I snuck out with our team mascot, Rock E. Feller and enjoyed a quick ride on a roller coaster.

Pals, it was GRRRAND fun.

Catching up

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Mon, 23 May 2011 13:02:00 +0000

Hello Pals,

Just sniffing around to say hello. We have been pretty busy having a lot of fun lately, and haven't taken time to blog.

We went with our flyball mates to a demo in Brown County, In. It was the Dawg Gone Walk and Fiesta. We had a GRRRRREAT time showing all the other pups how flyball is done. It was raining and misting a lot during the afternoon, but that didn't stop us. We went out and did our stuff. Not only that, we got dirty! Woo hoo.

There were some pawsome games to play too at the Pet Walk. They had the best barker, which my mother entered me in right away. However, when we got around the other dogs, I didn't care for what they were saying, and decided if you can't say anything nice you should just keep your trap shut. Although my mother kept prompting me to bark and carry on like a hooligan, I refused. Finally, she asked me if a cat had gotten my tongue. RUBBISH. DaKota (our kitty sister) was not even along for the ride, how could she have taken my tongue? I decided not to even bring that to my mother's attention, as she seemed to be overtaken by competition. My astounding silence finally got through to her, and we left. As soon as we walked away from the competition area, I immediately turned around and told all those other dogs that they were just too loud.

Mother allowed us to enter other events. We entered the Sneaker Sniff, where we had to find a hot dog bit in the middle of a bunch of shoes. Zorra was very good at that, and had a fast time of just a tiny bit over 3 seconds. However, she was not the fastest sniffer. Some other dog beat her out.

We also entered the Fastest Fetch event, which we were timed on how fast we could bring a tennis ball back. Well, pals, I was very fast, of course. I came in second and got this swell medal. I was robbed from first place by my flyball teammate, Spirit. She beat me only because she had longer legs!

The ground was so wet that we were muddy from head to toe. Mother was whining that her shoes, socks and feet were wet. I say.. wash and wear like mine, Mother!

This past Saturday was a special treat for all of us. We got to meet our pal Lenny and, now, Axel's mom Kelley.

She allowed me to jump all over and give her tons and tons of smooches, as that is what we WFTs do. Katie was quite taken with her, as well. It was so delightful after all these years of blogging to each other that we were finally able to meet face to face.

Kelley had come to Metamora, IN to do the Towpath 10K Dash with my Auntie. Well, Kelley ran, and our Auntie walked. Mother was lazy and sat on a bench and waited for them both to finish. We spotted Kelley when she was walking over to us, as we were the only 3 dogs at the finish line, so she spotted us right away. I immediately knew who she was and started smooching her right away. She was so nice and I told Mother that we should meet up with her and Axel soon.

We had a grrrreat time Saturday morning, but the fun wasn't over. More in a later post!

Until we meet at the Rainbow

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 22:33:00 +0000

Pals,

The girls and I were so sad to know that Lenny had gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. We have only now been able to make a post and hope that his hoomans will know that he is free and running with all our buddies who are waiting there now.

We stole our favorite pic of Lenny so we could always have one. :) Lenny was a great pal and we already miss him terribly.

To Kelly and Charles, if you need some Wirey love, do come to Nashville in May. I will have lots of kisses for you.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOOOOOOOOOO

Sam, Katie and Zorra

My New Job!

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 01:34:00 +0000

Hello Pals,

Sorry for our absence from Blogging. We have been busy traveling to Michigan and Ohio for Flyball tournaments. As you know, I don't like to brag (Katie here.. editor in chief, and all he does is brag!) but I have again been awarded a very prestigious award! Yes, I am the fastest wire fox terrier in U-fli for 2010.

As you can see, it has named me a breed ambassador. I have dressed up in my new ambassador uniform. I have yet to receive my sash, but I am assuming that it as been ordered and will arrive shortly.

Katie here again. Zorra and I are not really sure that this "certificate" is real. Sam may have printed it off the computer himself. But, my mom said that there is an official seal. If he shows up at the next flyball tournament in that stupid top hat and tie and/or sash, I'm going to do this to him again! Just an FYI, we're pretty sure that no other wire fox terrier competed in U-fli last year............

Valentine's Day

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 17:23:00 +0000

Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. I am free to express my admiration to all of my girlfriends that I have met during the year. I've met so many this year due to my travels that I am simply overwhelmed by all the kindness these girls have bestowed upon me. I shan't name them all here, as I may forget someone and feelings would be hurt.

Of course I must include my sisters Katherine and Zorra, my Auntie, my grandmother, my sister-in-law Rebecca, the Supreme Commander and of course my mother. And, special salutations and wishes to all my blogging pals without you, I never would have blogged about Valentine's Day.

I did find this poem online that I found quite appropriate.

To my Valentine:

The rose is red, the violet's blue
The honey's sweet, and so are you
Thou are my love and I am thine
I drew thee to my Valentine
The lot was cast and then I drew
And Fortune said it shou'd be you

Until next time, Sam......................

An apology to my sweet sister, Zorra

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 03:26:00 +0000

As you know, I drew the line in the sand with my sisters over the Super Bowl teams. We had our own Soooper Bowl Pawty.

The girls had cheese hats and I sported a very stylish Steeler stocking cap.

The game was quite close and, as the time dribbled into the final moments, I became quite unnerved and "accidentally" ate Zorra's cap.

Then, I realized the error of my ways. And, I knew that I was in trouble. Katie, the fat cow, came over and sat on me and made me apologize to Zorra.

I must say, however, the cheese hat was quite yummy. Therefore, I am very sorry Zorra for chomping your cap. But, go STEELERS. I am the dog of STEEL.

Superbowl Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 21:33:00 +0000

My sisters and I are having a problem. We have reached an impasse regarding the Super Bowl. I want us all to root for the Steelers Just like Joe Stains.

THEY want to root for Green Bay because they thought they could munch on their new hats as they watch the game.

I vote for the Steelers, because I have muscles of steel. The Steelers are a football institution. Oh, sure, so are the Green Bay Packers. They have a long history of great footballness. But, I cannot root for the same team as my sisters. That simply is NOT done.

After all, I am a terrier. I like to fight. Now, when the Steelers whomp all over Green Bay, I'll be able to take their hats and have a snacky.

KATIE HERE ..... When the bonehead of steel loses, Zorra and I will still have a snack. Muscles of steel my arse.... When Mr. Steel head gets out of hand, I will just sit on him!! BOL.

Good luck to both teams, I say!!!

Embarrassments from Mother

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 02:17:00 +0000

Sam here. Fresh from the groomer's with my new military cut. Everyone has been scolding my mother for having my fur cut during winter. I say that it cuts down on drag when I'm running flyball. I need to be as fast as possible, you know.

In my last installment I told you about the embarrassing story of my mother locking the Supreme Commander and herslf INSIDE the trailer. I had hoped that would be the last we would hear of that escapade.

No, it wasn't. Mother snuck out to a flyball pawty yesterday and brought home this monstrosity.

One would think an award would be a shining jewel in one's career. A small memento of a moment in time when everything came together. You are probably asking what is this ugly rock/frog. Pals, this is (an I use the term "award" loosely) is an award for the most idiotic thing of the year. Yes, mother won it for imprisoning both the Supreme Commander and herself in the RV trailer.

Zorra and I are investigating this very carefully, as you can see. I'm not really happy that mother won this award. It's not necessarily as important as the awards I won this year....

THIS is an award.

or this...

Luckily, she will award it to someone else next year. THANK goodness. My sisters and I will be watching and tabulating and will be happy to get this black mark erased from our record! Seriously, we have a reputation to uphold, even though Mother is taking this award so lightly!

The year in review, according to ME, Sam.

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 01:09:00 +0000

Hello Pals,

As I take paws to keyboard, I am thinking of all the experiences that my sisters and I have had this year.

This has been a great year of change for all three of us, not to mention Mother. Zorra competed at the CPE Nationals (Agility) in Kissimmee, FL. She took a long trip with Mother and the Supreme Commander through Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, and Florida to go compete for 3 days. Katherine and I were forced to stay home with Auntie, and we did not have as much fun as Zorra.

We've all competed in agility trials closer to home. We have all done very well and have had fun. We've all gained a couple titles or so in the past year as we go toward the ultimate goals of the top titles.

Katherine has started a new sport that Mother says is just for her. Hurmph. I am going to try it one of these days when Mother isn't looking. It is called lure coursing and Katherine loves it. She would rather do that then anything else.

Most of our time and adventures have been gained through Flyball. When we go to flyball tournaments, we tend to go with the Supreme Commander and stay in her RV trailer. It is usually Spirit and Yippee, who are in charge of the Supreme Commander, and all of us. We like traveling with the trailer, as it is:

airconditioned
has a bathroom
roomy
has a kitchenette

Mother says that at some point, we may have to sleep in our tent like we used to, but she can stay in that leaky tent. We want to stay in the cushy surroundings!

Although, at times I do wonder about Mother's mental state. Earlier this summer, she managed to lock the Supreme Commander and all of us..... (wait for it) INSIDE the trailer. Yes, you read that right, pals. We were locked inside. At some point when Mother walked inside, she managed to somehow break the door mechanics and we were imprisoned! Luckily, The Supreme Commander got on her cellphone and called our teammates Boogie and her mom, Gloria. They came over right away (ten feet) to release us. It was the worst 10 minutes of my life. Seriously, there's something wrong with my Mother sometimes. It is a good thing that she was with me, and I was able to bring a calmness to the situation.

Of course, now for me. This year I took up the fast and exciting team sport of Flyball. Oh my goodness pals, it is the best thing. I can run as fast as I can, retrieve a tennis ball (which I love to do) and bring it back to the Platoon Sargent. I started in March, and now I am the top Wire Fox Terrier in U-Fly and the #8 in NAFA. I can't tell you how much fun it is, and I wish everyone could play with us.

I've met lots of interesting friends on our SWAT team. They are from Ohio and we don't see them often, but when we do it is a grand time.

Our own team is Extreme Insanity Flyball team and we have a grand time together. We competed in the NAFA nationals where I received one of my flyball titles this year.

We lost our beloved kitty brother, Harley, who we all still miss terribly. Out of respect, we have given DaKota (our kitty sister) a pass for a while before we start chasing her again.

We're ending this year and beginning the new one at an agility trial with our cousin Cal. Some of our friends are going to be there as well, and we can't wait.

Katherine, Zorra, mother (Platoon Sargent) and I are wishing all our pup pals a very happy new year with many treats, pats and hugs.

Our Brother, Harley

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 15:26:00 +0000

Our brother Harley went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. We sure are going to miss him. He was ten years old, but had been sickly most of his life.

Mom found him in Auntie's garage when he was a kitten. He was really thin and Mom thinks he was starving to death, so she hand fed him. He grew bigger and stronger and played with our other kitty siblings Bob and Sabrina who are both at the Rainbow Bridge now.

About five years ago, Harley caught pneumonia in the middle of the summer and almost died. In fact, the vet had pretty much resigned himself that Harley was a goner.Our mom, thought not. She took him from the hospital and gave him IVS and hand fed him again until he was better. Everyone at the hospital was amazed that he pulled through and was all better. They said only our Mom could have saved him.

A few months after that, Harley got out of the house right when a snowstorm hit. We had 9 inches of snow and we were all worried sick about Harley. He showed up 9 days later, and you know what? He was fine. We figured out he had gotten into a rabbit hole and waited out the storm. He wasn't dirty or anything! Just hungry, so he got some food and was soon fine again.

Harley was also the only cat we knew who did the following:

1. Loved Dale Earnhart, Jr. and would tap on the tv whenever his car was in a race
2. Never learned to wash his face
3. Climbed up to the top of the 10 foot window to look out and have alone time.
4. The only cat in the world I never chased.

We'll miss Harley "Bubba". RIP 2000-2010.

Our pal Roux

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 18:45:00 +0000

Hi mates,

Listen, my pal flyball pal Roux has a new website. He's really big into flyball and also has a huge head. Roux isn't conceited, he's just got a huge head. He's a Staffie, and he is THE MAN for flyball. He's quite a nice bloke, though. This chap has given me some great tips on running on a flyball team, like never give up your tug until you are ready to race. It keeps you focused!

Anyway, if you have time and want to see a new dog on the block, go see Roux as he talks about flyball and his cute friend Cruz and Torhq. Big Head Roux

Fergie - Fergalicious

noreply@blogger.com (Zorra) — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 04:27:00 +0000

I love Fergie. I think she and I are a lot alike. Katie and Sam say we're polar bear opposites. HA. I'm cool........

See, we look just alike!

I'm Zorra-licious .... Z to the o to the r r aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa licious. I like to blow kisses........

Flyball and such

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 15:50:00 +0000

Hello Pals,

Oh, my sisters and I have been so busy going to flyball tournaments and agility practice. We have actually met ourselves coming and going.

I must tell you that I find flyball so very exciting. Of course, everyone who sees me comes up to my mother and and asks about me. I'm quite well known. Some people think I am an Airedale puppy, of all thing! Obviously, they have never met my good friends Maggie and Mitch!

Others marvel at how Mother has been training me to do flyball. They say they've never seen a wire fox terrier doing flyball! How odd, I would think that everyone wants to do it. My mother says that she was naive in the ways of wire fox terrorism and just assumed that I could be trained, or die trying. In reality, I owe little to my mother, and I owe it all to the Supreme Commander. She is the one I take orders from. My mother is merely a platoon Sargent. My mother and I must seek out the Supreme Commander before our flyball runs, which I receive secret orders to carry out during the mission. I guess I can tell you most of the orders of my secret mission, dear friends. Just don't tell my mother. Most of the time, my commander says.. Run as fast as you can, Sam, over all four jumps. Get the ball, bring it back to the Platoon Sargent. I must complete the mission successfully to receive my ration of bits of nicely prepared rare steak. YUM.

In fact, dear WFT pals, our breed is so rare in performance sports that I have won two awards just being me at flyball tournaments. I have received the award for most unusual flyball dog! And, for the dog that loves flyball so much, I run with all my heart. For that one, I won a HUGE gift basket, which unfortunately I had to share with my sisters and cousins.

I have managed to become the #1 wire fox terror in U-fli and I am currently #10 in Nafa. I'm doing this for all the WFTs that have received a bad rap for not being trainable in sports! HURRUMPH is what I say. I have just had more chances to try things than other pups. I want you all to be proud of our accomplishments as I do it for one and all.

Next event - agility!

Hello Mates

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 04:05:00 +0000

Ah, hello my fellow readers. I hope you are all rolling in bountiful treats, toys and lots o' pets from your hoomans.

I have decided that I wish to write my memoirs. I have many, so I should get started soon. As you can see below, I have already sent it off to the publisher for the first printing. I truly look smashing in my portrait.

I shall write about my good pal, Andy Warhol. I helped inspire some of his work. As you can see below, his portrait of me "Terrier in Arms" was quite a hit with the crowd. People pushed into the gallery to see his interpretation of ME, Sam. The piece sold for 75 gazillion dollars and Andy became a household name. It was bought by a private collector who signed a confidentiality agreement that he would not sell my likeness to any ne'er do wells.

I'll also tell everyone the heartwarming story of how I inspired the first graffiti competition. Here is a snapshot of the two chaps who spray painted their way to fame.

Here is my good friend, Victoria or as she's more well known, Posh Spice. We dated briefly, until I had to break her heart. She insisted that I become exclusive. My goodness, how can I not allow other lovely, lovely ladies the chance to be wined and dined by me, Sam. As you can see, she carried a photo of me everywhere, until she met that football player, whatshisname Beckman Blecham, BooBoo. Obviously, just a rebound relationship on her part.... that fellow will never amount to much, you know.

I did leave her with some chocolates. I said, Poshy.. do eat something. You're too thin.

Oh no, the publisher called and wants me to start on my book tour soon. I'll have to start thinking of a sequel to my memoirs. Will write soon.

As always, your faithful terrier,

Sam

Athletic Endeavors

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 02:49:00 +0000

Ahhh, hello mates.

Yes, again, we have been MIA. But, I must tell you that since our last meeting I made my flyball debut with outstanding results! However, I am sure my dear friends knew that whatever I do, I do with style and success.

Over the July 4th weekend, I went with my flyball team to Sandusky, Ohio and the Fur In A Blur tournament. This was my debut to run on a team. Of course, I walked in with my usual self confidence. I was measured in to determine my jump height. You see, since I am one of the shorter members of the team, it is imperative that I am measured properly. I came in under 16 inches, so it was a thumbs up.

I shared the height dog spot with my dear friend Scrubby, an older Sheltie. Scrubby has many trick to relay to me, but every time I tried to talk to him about his experiences, he was off to find a treat from one of the hoomans.

My mother, sigh... oh, she tries. However, she ruined 2 of my runs by making a mistake. I guess she should have had more training. Luckily, the other hoomans are assisting her.

Pals, I ran like the wind every time it was my turn. I raced to the box, grabbed the ball, and raced back to the end. Unfortunately, no one was able to document my historic runs, and we will have to wait until Auntie can attend a flyball tournament in October. I have another tournament next Sunday and I am sure I will set the place on fire.

In an earlier tournament a couple of months ago, I was running a single dog race all weekend. Oh, it was fun. I raced against other dogs. It was extremely exhilarating. And, not only was I recognized for my sheer speed and stature, I also received a very special award. I received a reward for "Most Unusual Dog." I was ill prepared for my acceptance speech, as I did not even know I had been nominated. Before I knew it, MY MOTHER went to accept the reward on my behalf. WHAT?? In the introduction, I briefly heard them say something about "We're giving this award to Sam, the wire fox terrier. None of us have ever seen a wire fox terrier do flyball. They are a rare breed in this."

Well, hoomans.. OF COURSE I am a rare breed. I think hey were just so amazed at my talent and sheer athleticism that they had to honor me. Everyone seemed to be quite pleased with their selection, but I feel I was a shoe-in for this award. What do you think, friends?

As a result of my racing skills in Sandusky, I have new initals after my name for my flyball title, FDX. After all, Zorra is only an FD in flyball. LOL.

Until next time,

Sam

Help me pals!!!

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 16:11:00 +0000

Oh, pals.. I need your help. I have been hearing whispers that I am going to get a dreaded...

....

....

....

HAIRCUT

Oh, my mother says I'll be cooler. Whatever... I don't want a haircut. My mother gives me a homestyle haircut. Have you ever seen a wire fox terrier with a bowl cut?

I'm pleading....

Mom also said that my hair needs to be trimmed because I have to get measured for flyball. I need to be "as short as possible." WHAT??????!!!!!!!

I am a big boy! Oh sure, I am the smallest one in my house, but why should that spread to the flyball world. Hurmph. Oh, so what if the team needs a height dog, and I am a little taller than what they want. My mother is calling me, too tall Sam.

Good thing I am a wire fox terrier and I have a big enough ego and self esteem that I don't have to listen to this garbage about my height. I just want my fur to look nice for my big debut at the NAFA tournament.

I'll let you know how it turns out. Of course, if I don't like it, I can always resort to this to get my mom back...... BOL

Update!!!! My mother just watched EXTREME POODLES on the telly. Oh, plz help!!! It was all about artistic grooming! Yikes.

Free day?!! What the heck?

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 17:29:00 +0000

Hi kids! Whew, we have been so busy the past few months with everything going on that we found we had an entirely free weekend. Like, whassup with that? No agility trials, no flyball tournaments, no traveling, no nothing......

I'm not one to just sit around, so I decided to take a few photos today......

Here's a self portrait of what I will be doing later this afternoon. i call it, DOGDAY AFTERNOON.

Zorra and our cuz, Honeycomb, are going to spend the afternoon hanging out, too. (Beware, Zorra doesn't like Honeycomb much of the time. Notice her look! BOL) This still piece is called CUZINLY LUV.

And, here's my goofy little brother. He's SOOOOO annoying. He thinks he's from England, but he's NOT, he's from nothern Indiana. Right now, he's resting but, soon, he'll be up and pacing around to watch "football." This afternoon. We have gotten in several arguments, that it's called soccer in the US of A, IN MY HOUSE, not football. If he doesn't start listening to me, I am going to sit on him! I took a pic of him, too. His portrait is ANNOYING LITTLE P**SANT.

I'm not sure what we are going to do the rest of the day. Mom is going around grumbling to try to get things done and honked off that it is raining so we can't play outside. I say.. hey, everyone deserves a day off. After my nap, I think I'll just follow her around everywhere she goes, and I do mean everywhere. BOL.

NASA Face in Space

noreply@blogger.com (COL. Sam ASTA-fari Joe H. Pinkerton Peabody, Esq) — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 13:00:00 +0000

Join me, pals! My sisters and I are going!

NASA Face in Space

Trip from h-e-double toothpicks

noreply@blogger.com (Zorra) — Fri, 28 May 2010 03:36:00 +0000

Hi everyone - Zorra here. I know we have been MIA for a while. Our mom wouldn't let us use the computer, and we haven't been too happy about that.

I confiscated it tonight while mom is sleeping. My story needs to get out! My mom and some of my aunties (not my real auntie, she stayed home with Katie and Sam) traveled together to Florida. Before I knew it, I was in the tail end of a van! That's Yippee in the middle and Dixie on the far left.We were stuck in there from Indiana all the way to Kissimmee, FL! If only my mom hadn't taken away my cellphone before we left, I would have been calling someone to save me. They kept saying we were going to an agility trial.. yea, I bet.

It was horrible, being in that crate. I let my mom know it, too. I made a voodoo doll of her while I was in my incarceration. Luckily, she hasn't found it yet. I am actually lying on it here. She just doesn't know what I am going to do to her later.....

Not only was I forced to ride in the crate, my mom made me pose in front of stupid things....

She even made Auntie Debbie pose with Dixie and Duffy! There's no end to her madness!

She made me sit in front of this bull statue. Obviously, mom didn't even notice what is above my head, which is why I look extremely upset!

I thought this look was my best... I was giving her the evil eye.

But, alas, nothing I did could change my mom's mind........ She kept putting me in the back of the van and she and my aunties carted us all over the place. I will plot my revenge... some how, some way. Be on the lookout, for I am Z!

Agility trial

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 23:25:00 +0000

Hi Kids!

Man, we have been b-u-s-y!!! We have been doing a ton of agility trials lately. And, one of our friend's mom took some great pics of us! Wow, we were so happy and thankful for that!

Here is me coming out of the tunnel. I gotta tell ya. I love tunnels.

They are so fun, and you can get some super-sonic speed in them, too! This is my mom's favorite pic of me, almost ever! She says that it looks just like me, attitude and all. I always run with a smile on my face, because I like to be with mom and do agility. Although, mom and I don't always agree on what we should be doing. BOL. Tough mom.. I am going to do what I want and there is nothing you can do about it!

Anyhooo, I got some qualifying runs that weekend, and finished up a title. What fun.

Zorra takes an entirely different approach to agility that I do. She thinks of it as serious work! Like WTF (where's the fun?)! She always has a very focused look on her face and very serious. B-O-R-I-N-G, Zorra!!

She's also an over achiever. Look how much air she got there. She is just trying to suck up. Groan....

I say.. skim over the top. Cuts down on drag.

Then, I cut back the other way... still keeping the drag low. Less energy that way! More energy for trash talking other dogs. BOL!!!

But, not for Zorra. She's just one of those girls you wanted to kick their XXXXX (censored). I don't know what she was thinking on this first jump, but it is like Michael Jordan time or something. Gimme a break!

She's running full out for this one. I guess she's going to see if she can fly, again.

See, she never smiles. What is up with that. She and I are gonna have a little chat!

Well, our friend's mom had to run with our friend during Sammy's runs, so no pics of him. But, we just came back from another trial and the lady took a bunch of him. So, stay tuned. I am sure the bratty boy will have a ton of things to say.