This top photo was just taken Tuesday, after Hootie's escapade.
The bottom one is from November 2011...One of Mommy's favorites.
She calls it her Hootie-Rug. BOL.
The following is a post my brother, Hootie, made on The Naughty Terrier Club wall on Tuesday, April 15th :
Here I am, Hootie, relaxing under the watchful eye of my Welshie wife,
Sally Ann. I was a VERY naughty terrier this afternoon. Went for a ride
in the car with my mommy and when we got home she made the mistake of
letting me out of the car without my leash. Well, BabyRocketDog and I
both made a run for it. Baby was lured into the car with a treat. Not ME
baby! I proceeded down the drive and started chasing a bunch of
chickens and a rooster that run loose near a neighbor's house. The hens
high tailed it away, fast. I am an amazing runner, so the chase was on. I
decided the big rooster was game, so closed in on him. We ran through
the horse coral, around trees in the woods, through a yard...all the
time my old mommy running behind me screaming my name like a banshee.
She almost caught me once, falling down. Bwahahaha. Finally I caught
the rooster and clamped on to his tail feathers. He screeched and mom
grabbed me. The rooster ran away, minus his tail feathers. I was in
mommy's arms, all out of breath, but so proud. She kept telling me what
a bad boy I was. Sheesh. She also went to the neighbor and was told
the rooster was fine, his tail will grow back. So I say, "No harm, No
foul/fowl." BOL.
So friends, that shows you what a naughty boy that brother of mine is. Mommy told me that
even though I initially ran off that I was a good girl. SO, wouldn't you think that because I am so good that I would be rewarded, say, with a party, or parade, or at least a bowl of treats?? Nooooo. Instead, on Wednesday, the folks took me for a ride (without Hootie) to see Dr. Hall, our veterinarian. Now don't get me wrong, I love Doc Hall, but it seems whenever I go to see him alone he cuts something off of me. True to form, he cut a melanoma off my back...The folks didn't even make the appointment for me to get that little bump cut off...It was because I have been limping off & on this past week. Anywho, looks like I have osteo-arthritis. Doc gave me some pills to test out. Mommy said she wants to get me some glucosimine to try too. They always say I'm a hypochondriac because I like to take pills...hmmmmm. Okay, here's a pic of my most recent surgery, as I knew you are just dieing to see it!
Daddy has been giving me lots of special care and love, so it was worth it.
Hope you all have a great Passover/Easter holiday week.
Smooches from pooches,
Baby Rocket Dog & Hootie