Hi, it's me, Hannah. I don't think summer is ever coming to Illinoiz. More white stuff is falling right now. Now as you all know, I love winter and the snow but geeez, Louise here (MOM) can't seem to get her keister outside when it is cold out so Tucker and Me has really been looking forward to it warming up and more play time outside with Mom. We had a couple days last week and it was just like old times. Mom says I'm getting cranky from being cooped up so much. So whose fault is THAT! It kind of came to a head last night when she came over to me sitting on one of my chairs and started talking about how much she loves me and I went grrrrr to her. Trust me on this one, you do not go grrrrr to my Mom! But I was also not willing to admit I'd made a HUGE mistake, so I went grrrr'd some more. Next thing I was in the flipped position with her doing her "WHOSE THE BOSS OF YOU?" routine. I pretty much cut the crap and next thing we were kissing and hugging and smelling each other's breath again.
Dad and Mom went to see one of those gility trials you girls are always talking bout. Of course Tucker and I didn't get to go because we NEVER get to go anywheres, 'cept to the groomer and the Vet. Anyways Mom just loved watching that stuff. She said there were the labs and the goldens who done all the steps in the right order but they kind of plodded along - no speed demons. Then she said there was a Bassett Hound named (are you ready for this?) Daisy. Now you'd think a Bassett Hound would have some problem with gility, but she didn't, did everything just right, except in between doing the stuff she would stop and smell who had been there before her. When she was done smelling (which sometimes wasn't for a while) then she would go on to the next thing smell there and then do what she was s'posed to do. Mom thought this was so funny when she was telling me this. Sounded pretty reasonable to me! Then there was the Border Collies. Now the Border Collies' people had a hard time keeping up with the Border Collies and the Border Collies had their own way of doing the stuff which they figured out as an improvement to the way the people wanted them to do it. Then Mom really loved the two iddie biddie yorkies and a toy poodle who she said were like flying squirrels they went soooo fast. Both Mom and Dad pretty much figured out real quick that I would never be able to do gility. Seems that when the dogs get sidetracked and take a wrong turn, their people call them and then they COME. Now you girls all know that COME is a four-letter word in my book. So looks like I'll never see any gility classes, although I think I'd enjoy the part about getting the treats.
Guess it is bout time for my mid morning nap, so you NAWTEEDAWGS keep pounden away at the keyboards. My Mom loves to hear what you are up to and so do I.
Hannah, aka Snarla
[This message has been edited by RachelJ (edited March 25, 2001).]
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But I am all better now and can eat again. Actually the other night while the family was out, I helped myself into the cabinbets and ate a bag of hamburger rolls. I have also just discovered they keep my treats on the floor inna laundry room and I have been known to sneak in there. I think Mom's catchin' on though when I come out chewin'. They are being put up on a shelf 
Aw well. I guess I do have some weight problems with my tummy, it almost drags and I get kinda muddy. That's okay though, Mom says it's cute. Well I gotta go now, Mom is eatin' waffles and I gotta go beg. Bye guys! Keep writin'!
skreemin later, I wandered back aktin like I wuz there all along. Dad wuz finishin with air inna rubber tubee things when I felt warmish frum all the runnin. Quik dash inna pond felt good. Thought mebee we kould go (we kant cause granMum lives inna no pets partment) iffin we got inna kar - so we loaded up cause Dad lefta door open. Dad wusent happie when he sitted inna seat and goted reel damp onna bum 
. He goted kinda krankee when he looked inna back seat and saw the soggy doggie startin ta shake her bod 
. Too late... muckie wadder all ober the winnows an Dad's facebones. After the kleenup it wuz purdy kleer we dog's wuzent goin for a kar ride. And I hadda stay inna basement wiffa Smoke cuz Dad wouldn't gimmie a baff fore he left. The good thing wuz nobudy pee'd eben though he wuz gone for almost 11 hours. We got biskutz we he come'd home.
. Turned out the lites and klimbed inna bed. Only the bigbed wuzent there 
tryin not to fall over. Almost rolled over backards onna uther side of the bed. Hadda get the traktor jack widda four liddel wheels unner bigbed ta krank it up inna air to put the sticks back unner the springybox. Dint know Dad knowed that many NawTee Wurdz... We learned a few new wunz ever time wunna us jumped onna busted bed ta get a better look while Dad wuz crawlin round unner the bed. I think we'd been put inna basement iffin he had't been so pooped after jackin the bigbed back up ta level. Wunder how many points we got for that wun?
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Oh yeah ~ we scratched that wun - he furgotz ta cross his legs.
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