Noah, one of our dear friends from Down Under, went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday (04/23/2014). He was 13.5 years old and went for daily walks, right up to the end. We don't have words to say how sad we are. We send our love to D & B, his peeps, and his 3 sisters Willow, Tess and Lucy. He will be missed by all his buddies in the blogging world very much.
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
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.
Both of us wanted to go outside to visit with her, but the peeps wouldn't allow it.
SOooo, since we weren't allowed to "visit" with her, our place is still called:
News Flash: Well, we thought Mrs. Moose was getting old really fast, but found out the white on her back is from something else. Something really creepy. Yup. There was an article in the local paper about this and the accompanying photo looked a LOT like our moose. Apparently there are some parasites called moose ticks and they can even KILL a moose. We think that is probably why Mrs. Moose didn't have any calves with her this Spring. The young calves can have over 50% of their blood drained by those vampire ticks and it's just too much for their young bodies. How sad. The Billings, Montana Gazette had this story just yesterday & it tells more about the horrible moose tick, just click. Enough about that. Yuk.
Hootie and I, Baby Rocket Dog, have been enjoying our Winter and now Spring here in Farrr North Idaho. Mommy and Daddy are really busy unpacking boxes and trying to de-clutter the cabin. Good luck there folks...what a mess. Can you spell hoarders?! Bol. Mom says it might take a good 6 months before things look "normal".
Sorry we haven't been posting lately. Google kind of had us confused. We'll try to get our secretary to be better at keeping us up to date here. So, time for us to sign off for now. Hope you are all well and that 2014 is treating you peachy!
I am a female, Airedale Terrier and my name is Baby Rocket Dog. I answer to Baby, Babe and even Rocket. I was born on Feb.1st,2007 and my birth Mother's name was Lucy and father was Poof. The bi-peds who are now my parents adopted me from a man from Flagstaff, Arizona when I was 8 weeks old. My little "brother" is Hootie, a Welsh Terrier, and Mom got him on June 30th,2008 from State Line, Washington. His birthday is May 6th,2008.He adores me, as a younger sibling should. I make sure he knows what the pecking order is in our household and only have to put him in line about once a day. I do most of the talking for Hootie.
Maddie,Friend John's Little Black Scottie went to the RainbowBridge May 31st, 2010
Rest In Peace Sweet Max
An heroic spirit went to the Rainbow Bridge on May 24, 2010.
Asta's Memorial To Sharkie
Sharkie went to the Bridge Jan.2010
Ziggy, Pedro's bro, went to the rainbowbridge Jan.17,2010
So long buddy. We'll miss you.
For Miss Snickers
Snickers has her own star now. We'll miss you dear friend.
Bridget's boy, Mack aka Max
Max was Baby Rocket Dog's first friend. He went to the Rainbow Bridge the beginning of March 2009. We'll miss ya Max! R.I.P.
Cousin Sheila's boy,Hunter
Hunter went to the Rainbow Bridge on June 17th, 2009, after a valient fight with cancer.
Goodbye Sweet Honey.
Honey went to the Rainbow Bridge April 25th, 2009. This icon was created by the pups at www.theprofessionalsat.blogspot.com
Our Mommy let us start our very own blog so she wouldn't be yacking about us all the time. Now she just can't help herself, so for more of our "exploits" just click here and it'll take you on over to her blog!