This is WAR!!



What?! What the Pug? Doesn’t the cheeken know dat dis is our house? Yeah, we live here not cheekens.  Who said it was okies for the cheeken to come into our yards and do chicken things on our grass?

Well, I sure as Shih Tzu didn’t!  I don’t know why Mom won’t let us out to chase it either.

Because the chicken isn’t bothering anybody?


It’s the principle of things, Pirate. This is OUR YARD and we must defend it!

You guys want me to see if I can talk to the chicken? Find out what it’s deal is?

We don’t negotiate with chicken invaders!  We need to formulate a battle plan!  TAKE NO EGG PRISONERS! 

What are you doing with that box and tug toy? Why do the little dogs have food bowls on their heads?  What is going on around here?!  Put that hammer down! Where did you find sand bags?!

THIS IS WAR! We must prepare.  Those are their helmets.  I’m building a cat-a-pult. We will launch a preemptive strike before the rest of the chicken army descends on our posistion.

Yeah, ok… I’m gonna go see if Ma will let me talk to the chicken. Wait. Did you say CATapult?  LEAVE THE CAT out of this!

*Editor’s Note: There really is a chicken. We have no idea where it came from.  It just randomly shows up in the back yard.



April Fools

Whatcha doing Pirate?  

(muffled) Ish gon pwa’ t’ck on Momma.

What? Spit that chicken foot out.  Don’t you like your chews?  I chewed mine up a long time ago.

I said, “I’s gonna play a trick on Momma.”  Today’s April Fools Day.  And yes, I like my chew, but sometimes saving them for a bit makes them taste better.  Plus you can use them to play tricks.

How you gonna play a trick?

I’m gonna put this here chicken foot and some other stuff under her pillow and make her think I put a voodoo curse on her.  

Ooooh! She’ll be surprised for sure! Can I help?

Sure!  Can you go get a sock out of the laundry basket?

Got one! 

Perfect.  Now we just flip back the pillow and put the chicken foot here.  There.  Now the sock should go here.  That’s it.  Now we just drop the pillow back down and fluff it a little bit.

Let’s go wait on the dog bed for her to find it.  Here she comes!  HAHA! WE GOT HER!


[Editor’s note:  This post is based on a true story.]

Pi Day!

This is so unfair.  

What’s unfair Pirate?  

Today’s my special day and it’s yucky out.

How is it your special day?  Your birthday isn’t until May.  It’s not chihuahua awareness day?  It’s not even grumpy big brother day!

It’s PI DAY!  That’s me!  I’m Pi the Pirate.  Mom calls me Pi-Pi and today is Pi day.  And it’s yucky out so we don’t even get to go do anything fun. 

Pi day?  Never heard of it before.  What do you do on Pi day?  Is there cake? 

No, of course not! There’s PIE.  We get to eat all the pie we want but we can’t even leave the house because it’s all snowy and rainy and gross outside. 

We gets pie?  What teh occasion?  I likes pie.  Where it at?

You know it’s not that kind of pie right? 

Is blueberry?  No, I know – apple!

It’s not either.  The humans call this Pi day because its March 14.  They write it 3/14 and in math…

MATH? Ewww.  Why celebrate math?  Silly.

In math there’s a special number that the humans call Pi and its 3.14159 and it keeps going on for a really long time but most people only know the 3.14 part.

Well I don’t know why the humans think math is better than pie, but it’s still my day and I want to celebrate.  Let’s do something fun.

Let’s go outside and run around in the snow.

That’s not fun.

Is for me and Flynn.

Let’s take naps. Yeah, naps!

That’s not fun either.

Is for us.

Mom hasn’t even done anything special for me today.

She didn’t go to work today, that’s kinda special.

Yeah, that is.  We got lots of extra snuggles and play time.  But we haven’t had any special snacks.  Holidays always have snacks.

What’s that smell?  It’s smells delish.

It’s dinner!  Chicken pot PIE!  Guess mom didn’t forget it was my day.  Let’s go eat.

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I have another super incredible dog sport to tell you guys all about.  It’s called Dock Diving!  I’m not sure that’s the right name for it though.  I think Fly and Splash!!! might be more accurate.  I learned about dock diving last summer and I can’t wait for the season to start again this year.  Here’s what ya gotta do.  First you climb up on the big dock.  It’s really long so you can get a running start.  You start on one end and your human is down at the other end near the water.  I’m still working on being able to wait patiently on my end of the dock, I get kinda excited, this next part is bananas!  But anyway… So you wait on one end and at the other end is your human and they have your toy and then they say ok and throw your toy out over the water and you run and hit the end of the dock and jump and then YOU FLY! and then you land in the water and make a big splash and then you get your toy and swim over to the exit ladder and if you’re really lucky you get to do it again.  Is that the craziest thing you’ve ever heard?  I love this sport.  I still think it should be called Fly and Splash though. 

Mom says that we might actually sign up for a dock diving competition this summer.  Our fly and splash teacher says that I’m pretty good for a little dog.  I bet that means I could get more ribbons or even some more letters to put after my name.  I’ll let you guys know what happens.


Hi Everybody!  I’d like to introduce you to one of our friends today.  This is our friend Disel. He’s a big giant scary dangerous pit bull evil supervillain from the planet Mars with acid drool and robo-hearing!  Just kidding!  (He really is a pit bull, but I made that other stuff up).

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He can fly though, just like me and Flynn.  I like Disel cuz we’re both terriers.  That means we like a lot of the same stuff, like runnin’, and barkin’ and tennis balls, and tuggin’ toys and stuff like that.

We met up with Disel for some chasin’ time yesterday after Mom and Savannah took us shopping for some new dog training books.  Ma’s got A LOT of dog teaching books.  I don’t know why she needed more.  She says it helps us dogs get smarter, but I’m already a genius so I don’t get it.  Whatevs.  Humans are weird. 

There were these little cubbies near the field we were playing at, so Pirate and I decided to pretend we were some of Mom’s books.  Pretty funny huh?

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Let me tell you a little more about Disel.  His dad is Max.  Max works at the doggy training place with mine and Flynn’s moms.  Disel is a canine good citizen just like Flynn and he’s a certified Therapy dog too.  He knows all kinds of cool stuff.  Disel goes lots of places with his dad to act as a doggy ambassador.   That means he teaches people how well behaved and smart and fun us pups can be.  So yeah, he’s exactly the opposite of a supervillain.  I guess that makes him a hero?  Yeah!  A hero! I’m friends with a hero. A people-lovin’, high-flyin’, tennis ball chasin’ super-hero with super sonic bark power, super speed and x-ray vision.  Yeah. 

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Um, guys?

Guys! Guys! Guys!  Um, guys?  Guys! Wake ups!

Stop barking.  We sleepings. Yeah, go ‘way. Not even Noon yet.

But GUYS!!! 

What do you want Firefly? You know they’re cranky in the morning.

WE IS NOT! Now be quiet so we can sleeps.


Whoa! What was that?!


A cheeken?  Why der a cheeken in the yard?

I don’t know but Mom won’t let me go out to chase it.

Of course not, you’d hurt it.

BUT Chicken is delicious!

I agree, but that’s probably a neighbor’s chicken and if you hurt it they’d get mad at Mom.

*Sigh* You’re no fun.  I want chicken for breakfast.  

We had breakfast already.



Be quiets!  You bothering us!  You wouldn’t be able to catch it anyway. 

Sure I would, I’m fast as lightning.

Prove it. Go catch the chicken.

I told you, Mom won’t let me outside.

Did you try barking?  Sitting and waiting? Bringing her your leash? Making puppy dog eyes? That head tilt thing? Running from door to door? Jumping at the windows?

YES! I tried all of that.  I even tried jumping on her and pawing at her shoes. She just said “We can’t go outside right now”  It’s not fair.  

Hey guys, the chicken left.

Aww, man. And I never got to chase it.




OH MAN! I’m so excited! I have to tell you all about the Barn Hunt trial today!  It was so exciting!  And I was awesome as usual!  First off, for those of you who don’t know what Barn Hunting is, it’s a dog sport and I’m super amazing at it.  It’s just so much fun and I was born to do it.  What ya got to do is find a RAT!  It’s a real live rat too.  Don’t worry, the ratties don’t get hurt.  So the rat is in a tube made out of pvc and then the humans hide the tube in a maze made out of hay bales.  There’s mountains of hay bales and a tunnel in the hay bales too.  Then your human takes you into the ring and holds you back until the judge says its ok to go and then whammo! It’s all up to you now.  You gotta run over those hay bales, and thru that tunnel, and most importantly you gotta sniff out those sneaky stinky rats and tell your momma where they are.  I do that part by trying to dig them up and barking at them.  Sometimes I get a little excited and bite at the tubes a little.  Then the humans take the rat away!  I don’t really think this part is fair, I mean, I found it fair and square but I guess it’s part of the game, so I have to live with it. 


This is me and mom in the start box.  I can smell those stinky rats already.


Let the hunt begin!


Gotta make sure you do your tunnel before time runs out or you won’t qualify. 


There was a rat in the top of this pile.  She thought she was gonna get away from me, but I found her.


Any rats up here?  They can be anywhere except in the tunnel and 3 feet from the starting box.

2017-02-19-13-12-322017-02-19-13-12-40This is an advanced course obviously.  I hunt at the Senior level.  The very first level is instinct, then novice, open, senior and master.  The instinct level you just have to find one rat.  You don’t even have to do a tunnel and the tubes are all out in the open for you.  Next is novice.  You still only have to find one rat, but now the tubes are hidden and you also have to do the tunnel and a climb, which just means you have to get all your feet on a hay bale. At Open level you have to tunnel and climb but now there’s TWO rats and one must be hidden up high.  For Novice and Open and Senior you have to have three qualifying runs to earn your title and move to the next level.  The humans call those Q’s. 


You gotta  make sure you check all the fluffy spots or you might miss a rat.


This is the rat wrangler taking MY rat away.  I gotta give her a little bit of a hard time but it’s ok, she’s my friend.

Mom says I shouldn’t do that, since it wastes time, but it’s kinda fun.


Thi is me and mom with my first place ribbon from a couple trials ago.


These are my ribbons from today.  I got first place and a Q and High in Trial.  High in Trial means I was the fastest of everybody at my level.  I’ve got TWO of these now.  Q’s are how you get your titles.  I only need one more for my senior title.  Then I can add RATS to the end of my name.


My brother Yip did barn hunt for awhile too before he got too old and Mom retired him.  Yippity has his instinct and novice titles. 

Here’s a picture of Yippity with his ribbons.


I’m kinda impressed he’s got a first place.  Dude’s slow as molasses. 

Pirate has some ribbons too.  He doesn’t exactly “hunt” for the rats.  He finds them but he’s sniffing them out so they can be rescued.  Isn’t that weird?  I have the most ribbons though.

So that’s all about barn hunting.  I can’t wait to go again.  Rrrrreadyyyy?  Find those rats!



What’s This?

What’s dis?  What’s dis? Why’s Firefly got all theses pictures all over. I don’ know.  We gots pictures on here?  I don’t see any. 

It’s my adventure blog and you two don’t get one cause you’re boring. 

WE IS NOT!!  I wants a blog.  I demands one.  What a blog?  

It’s where I get to tell all my friends about my awesome adventures.  Now why don’t you two get back in yer basket before I bites ya. 

NOT ALLOWED TO BITES US! Momma will give you a time out. I’m telling! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!

Geez, chill out.  It was just a joke.  If I let you be on my blog will you stop yelling.

Maybe.  We get pictures too?

Ok, you get pictures too.

Deal. We won’t tell Mom.  But you have to be nice to us and let us tell stories sometimes too or else. You know what to do Yippity.

Right. Mooooooo-oooooooom!

I said it was a deal!  Sheesh.  I’m being blackmailed by  a dandelion puff and a cheese ball.

We heard that! Yeah, we heard dat!


Palentines Day

Oh man!  Today was the best day ever!  I got to spend Valentines Day with my bestest pal at his house!  We had a Palentine’s Day party!  And it was a surprises party too.  Flynn didn’t know I was coming over, our Moms set it up.

You didn’t know you were coming over either!  Your Grandpa dropped you off.

You should’ve seen the look on your face when Savannah let me in the house. PRICELESS.

Well I wasn’t expecting company, but I am always glad to play with a friend.

I’m sorry I chased Josie.  I didn’t mean to scare her.  I just was excited to say hi.

I keep telling her not to run.  If you run, we must chase, it’s just the way of the dog.


So true.  But enough about the cat! Let’s tell them about the rest of our Palentines day. We had an awesome time playing tug with your toys, and your hallway is perfect for chase games, but your backyard…it’s just…so cool!

It’s not really my backyard you know. 

I know, but it’s close enough to walk too.  And we got to walk down the road! Mom never lets us do that at our house, says its “too dangerious” Pffft. I laugh in the face of danger. AH HA HA HA!

Julianne’s right.  Your road has waaay more cars on it than mine. So you gonna tell ’em where we went or shall I?


I’ll do it!!  We walked down the road to this awesome place called Nathan Lester House.  It’s amazeballs.  I think it used to be a farm or something, but now its a museum and there’s hiking trails and that’s where we went.  We went on a two mile hike thru the snow!  I can’t believe you get to do that like every day.  You’re so lucky.  It was kinda hard to get thru all the snow though.

Only ’cause your short! 

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Can I tell them about the rest of Palentines Day after Mom and I picked you up from Flynn’s? 

Sure pal, go ahead.

But it’s my blog!  Ah, go ahead, if ya have to. 

Well, I’d be surprised if you can remember any of it.  You were sooo tired from that hike.

Was not.

You almost fell asleep in the middle of play group time!  Anyways, after we got Firefly at Flynn’s house, we had a Dog Scout Troop meeting to go to.  We learned about those good dog citizen tests you took at retreiver camp, Flynn.  I took one a really long time ago and passed it, but Ma says I should take it again before we take the harder ones.  Firefly and I are gonna work on that this summer.  We also had some surprise treats at the meeting because our mom was born on Palentines Day, so our friend Luna poodle’s mom baked her a birthday cake.  Mom even let us each have a nibble.  After the meeting and snack, we had a group play time.  Usually, Firefly is obnoxious and has to play with EVERYBODY, but this time she was so wiped from spending the day with you guys that she just layed down in the middle of the room.  The other dogs were all barking at her to play and nothing.  It was hilarious.  

Ok, so I was a little bit tired, but it was such a fun day.   I can’t wait for Palentines Day next year, I hope we get to do it again.