More From The Naughty Terrier Club...

 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