This is me friends from last weekend. I was worn out. Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon. Nope not anything fun at all. I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T. Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans. Us anipals know how to spell. You don’t have to spell V.E.T. We know that is the place that we all despise. I mean really. Buy us a drink first. Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters. I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter. So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots. How those yearly shots get here so fast! Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things. Yeah, that’s the perfect word. So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down. So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms. And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot. I was a good boy. So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in. Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments. Now comes the good part. As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her! Seriously – the dude growled and barked!! Rolls with puppy laughter. For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high. I was greatly impressed. Of course mom fussed at daddy. I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters. I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering. I was a good pooch mom said. So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy. Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.
Barks! Now that I have your attention my friends, I must share something fabulous with you. Something that is so exciting – something that I have been keeping a secret for two entire weeks. And you know for a terrier to keep something a secret – that just blows your little doggy mind! Okay – Okay – let me *try* to calm down for a minute and give you some back up information. Some of you may remember reading about DOGtv on my weekly Paw Time with Houdini series. If you missed it, you can check out my postings here and here.
I absolutely ❤ DOGtv. I wrote them an email straight from my puppy heart. And they extended all of my friends here two months of on-line subscription free when they sign up for one month at DOGtv using the code PIGLOVE at checkout. It’s really a cool channel just made for us pooches. I watch it every night before I go to bed. It’s kind of like my nightly routine here at the Hotel Thompson.
Well friends, I want you to check out something that came out today on-line with the newspaper USA Today. You will absolutely not believe who made it in the paper – coughs, barks, grunts and then smiles with happiness. I’ve even copied the article below for your convenience. Guess who is doing the happy dance at the Hotel Thompson?
I want to take this point to give a shout out to USA Today and Jueun Choi – barks you’re the best!
Now bless this cute little Yorkshire Terrier’s heart. Isn’t he the cutest thing? Of course he looks so scared and I guess i would be if my mom was bringing shears and scissors towards me to give me a cut. Can you imagine?
But whenever I see anything with a Yorkie TERROR these days, it brings my thoughts to my little brother here Houdini. Now he has his good days and he has his bad days when he gets on my last piggy nerve. Thankfully those days are few and far between… unlike the purr thing here Hemi. He’s another story – snorts with piggy laughter.
Back to this picture, so this mom gave her Yorkie a cut because he was too furry. Which this happens really fast with this breed. She cut so much hair from the little guy, that she made another one! You don’t believe me? Check out the picture below of how she arranged the cut hair into another “Yorkie”… maybe this one doesn’t yap as much – snorts with piggy laughter.
I gotta say this is some talent. What do you think? I think it also brings new meaning to the phrase fur baby – HA!
One year ago, my little brother Houdini came to live with us here at the Hotel Thompson. At that time, he was a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrier. Snorts – we learned real quick that Terrier really means TERROR.
In this picture, he didn’t even weigh 1 pound yet. For the first six months that we had him, I didn’t even think he had legs because he got carried everywhere by mom or dad. Must have been the life, huh?
And he would fall asleep everywhere and anywhere. Mom said that because he was growing like the little weed he is.
He plays hard. He sleeps hard. We’ve come a long way in his first year. Clothes, birthday parties, groomers, play dates. And I have to admit that the little guy has grown on me. He is no longer just 1 pound. I’m happy to report that he goes between 5.5 to 6 pounds – depends on what he eats that day – snorts. For a poochie, he’s not bad. I can’t imagine life here at the Hotel Thompson without him.
Do you remember how he got his name Houdini?
Mom and dad put him in his crate in their bedroom and went to the pet store to pick up some supplies for him. When they came home, he had escaped out of his crate and was wondering around their bedroom. Mom said he was a cute little escape artist therefore Houdini stuck. Personally I don’t think mom shut his crate all the way.”
I leave you with his very first video that mommy made the day he came here. Enjoy my friends and let’s take the time to tell Houdini WELCOME and Happy Anniversary.
This is the biggest question that my mom and dad discuss every day. Not only is Houdini happy – but are all of us here at the Hotel Thompson happy. And we are. We are overly happy. We have the bestest of all lives. We play, we run, we cuddle, we eat and for the most part – we all get along.
But with the newest edition – mom *has* to know if he is happy. So, she’s been watching for signs. Anything to let her know that he might just be a wee little happy here. And then last night – she saw a sign AND she was able to video tape it. So here you go – do you *think* Houdini is happy here?
Hey my friends – I need your help once again please. As you know, I got a new brother. This is Houdini to the right and he is a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrier. I’ve decided already that he’s not that bad. He’s kind of fun and always excited to see me. He’s pretty cool. I’m sharing my toys with him and helping him adjust to life here at the Hotel Thompson.
This is where I need you my friends. Do you have advice, suggestions or ideals for me to make sure the little guy is welcomed and settles in okay? Anything would be helpful.
And I want you to know that I have talked to him about all of you my friends and about my blog. I’ve even read him some postings – which he just runs around laughing and barking. When he’s up to it, I told him that he could have his own corner and post. See, I’m sharing. 🙂 ❤
Happy Monday my friends!! I hope everyone had the bestest of time and if you were off yesterday – had a wonderful LONG weekend. If you read my blog Saturday, you read that it was International Bacon Day. A day all to me – happy piggy dance. Mom got up and fixed me piggy pancakes and we played for the longest time. We even snuggled on the sofa for a while watching television. I should have know something was up. Mom was happy like normal but it seemed like her and dad were talking in ‘code’. You know the one my friends. Lots of winks, nudges and spelling out words. What they don’t understand though is that I can spell some things. I knew that b.a.b.y. meant baby. Of course, I assumed they were talking about me or maybe Mouse Girl, the only girl purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson. Around noon, mom and dad said they were picking up Nana for a field trip. That’s not out of the ordinary. They go off at times to play. But you see my friend, this is where my day took a twist of a different kind.
Do you remember me telling you last week that mom’s biological baby clock was ticking like a TIME BOMB? Well, it exploded Saturday. See the evidence to the left? This is my new brother. Yep. I said new brother. May I please introduce to you Houdini who is a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrior. He’s full blooded – whatever that means. I mean, aren’t we *all* full blooded? But mommy and daddy says that means something and that he has papers. Shakes my piggy head. I don’t understand that part at all? I have papers. I used them to wizzle on sometimes – snorts. Not such a big deal to me. I still don’t get that. If you understand it, please explain it to me my friends okay.
I bet you are wondering how the little tyke got such a big name like Houdini aren’t you. Well, mom and dad are crating the little guy. And I say little and mean LITTLE. He doesn’t even weigh a pound yet. Shakes piggy head. Strange little fury guy. But anyway I digress. Mom and dad put him in his crate in their bedroom and went to the pet store to pick up some supplies for him. When they came home, he had escaped out of his crate and was wondering around their bedroom. Mom said he was a cute little escape artist therefore Houdini stuck. Personally I don’t think mom shut his crate all the way.
I’ve met the little guy as daddy calls him with love. He’s a lot of fun. I think when he gets bigger – snorts – he’ll be a great friend. Mommy says that ‘bigger’ means probably no more than 10 pounds. Can you imagine that? And trust me, he’s a tough guy. That’s what I ❤ about him. Well that he’s tough and that he chased Mouse Girl down the hall and under mom/dad’s bed yesterday – snorts. He may be small but he’s not afraid of anything. Maybe mom and dad should have named him Killer?
And he’s full of puppy spirit. He plays hard but he also sleeps hard. He fits right in here with all of us. Mom took this video of him being spunky. I hope you enjoy it my friends.
Oh and P.S. Daddy says that his roots may be from Yorkshire, England but he thinks he’s got some French in him too. Why do you ask? Because he likes to French kiss – snorts you have to be careful because he will give you some tongue with his puppy kisses.