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“We had a doggone good time today.  We haven’t had rain for awhile so it was time to water the plants with the hose.  Huck and I love that!  The hose leaks a little in the middle so I have my own private fountain.  I dig a wet, muddy hole with my big white, furry paws, while Huck screams like a banshee and attacks the nozzle.  He has been known to get so excited he takes a bite right out of a plant.  Momma Dog lets us try to drink out of the hose, it makes us cough but we love it just the same.  Then we have to dry off in the sun before we can come in the house again.  August is a wonderful time with lots of bugs for us to chase and we have a little green treefrog who sits on the front door handle at night waiting for moths.  We can watch his orange eyes.  That’s as close as we want to get, we have both had a “toad experience” and they secrete something that tastes vomit awful and makes you foam at the mouth.  I thought I was dead for sure a couple of years back when I just licked one.”    Affectionately, Nemo

“Aaaarrrrhhhhh!!!!  Momma Dog, let me go outside, I’d rather be out in the heat than in here watching him hoard his food all day!  Look over there, he’s got a little piece of toast from breakfast, a bite of a hamburger from last night, and a chewbone all piled up by his foot and he’s been guarding them all morning while you were gone.  If Pavlov was still alive, I’d be a prime candidate for a saliva test!  Look at the front of me, I’m all wet.”

“Here Nemo, here’s a biscuit, you were a good boy not to take Huck’s treasures.”

“Take them, I wouldn’t go near them, it would be a fight to the death.  He’s a terrier, he’d hang from my throat for a year and I wouldn’t be able to swallow anyway.”

“O.K., go on outside and salivate on a squirrel.”

Huck is trying to get me to watch “Croc Attack”, but heck, I won’t even go down the basement, and I’m still suspicious of what might be under VOG’s dresser since Huck found the mouse there last month.  Today we are cleaning out closets and recycling to Good Will.  Sometimes Momma Dog puts a sack on my back and I carry it a couple of steps toward the car.  She flipped a scarf over Huck, but he looked like a mole treading water, so she took it off.  Then he grabbed my gorilla and tore around the house pretending he was fighting a crocodile.   For those of you new blog readers, Huck’s hero is Steve Irwin from the show Crocodile Hunter.  His nemesis is Graham, the big croc that actually bit Steve.  He swears he texts Bindy, Steve’s daughter, but I’m keeping an open mind.  Affectionately, Nemo

“Momma Dog, Nemo won’t play with me.  He said he was going to go and play with the big dogs.”

“Well, did you snap him in the nose with a dish towel yesterday?”

“Er, yes, but he wouldn’t charge or paw the ground or anything.  I thought he was already dead.”

“Hucky…”

“Well he looked dead to me.  Why is Amber going away to college? ”

“So she can specialize in art and design and work in the field she loves.”

“Can dogs go to college?”

“They can go to obedience school.”

“Krikey!  I don’t see that happening mommy dog.”

“Me either, matey!  Now give me back that dishtowel.”

“I wish we’d never heard of the opera “Carman”!  Huck snapped my nose with that dishtowel this morning on our way up the back hill.  As soon as I catch him, I’ll gore him with my two front fangs!  Why doesn’t he go outside and snap a squirrel?  And that constant humming is driving me bonkers.  Momma Dog and VOG went to UNO to see a demonstration given by a chemistry professor entitled CAPOW (chemistry and phsics on wheels).  Momma Dog said she enjoyed it except when a high powered cork hit her in the forehead.  Maybe whatever it was that launched the cork could launch Huck!”  Affectionately, Nemo

Today we went to the vet.  I got my allergy shot and Huck went along for the ride.  We are very fond of Dr. Kelly G.  He comes to Crescent one day a week in a medical rv., and brings his two little Maltese dogs with him.  We like them too.  Last night we watched the opera “Carmen” and Huck has the distinction of being able to squeak the squeaky chicken in time to Toreador without missing a beat.  I think this is when VOG went to the computer room.

“Huck does momma dog know you’ve got her dishtowel?  Where are you going?”

“O.k. Nemo, when I click my heels and wave the dishtowel, you paw the ground and charge!”

“Click your heels?  Paw the ground?  Are you crazy?  I can’t charge, I just got a shot, and stop that humming!”

“Tore-a-doro, don’t spit on the floor-a……..”

Last night Nemo and I were racing to see who could jump on the bed first.  We launched from slightly different angles and you remember what Sancho said in the musical Man From La Mancha.  “Whether the stone hits the pitcher or the pitcher hits the stone, it’s going to be bad for the pitcher.”  We collided in midair and I ended up flat on my back on the floor.  It was a little like being hit by a moose, but I survived and grabbed the squeaky chicken right out of Nemo’s open mouth.  We wrestled and squeaked into the night because Momma Dog and VOG left us twice yesterday and I had a lot of energy to burn off.

“Hey Moose, er, I mean Nemo, where’s the chicken?”

Huck

“Nemo and I are worn out after playing with our new “squeaky chicken” toy for hours!  I’m ashamed to admit I live with a squeaky challenged spaniel.  I can squeak that chicken fifteen minutes straight and Nemo can only manage a pitiful squeak every once in awhile.  I’ve shown him and shown him how to do it.  Any self respecting terrier would have gutted and desqueaked that chicken within about five minutes.  Krikey!  Momma Dog where are you going with our chicken?  Why are we going outside?”

This morning we have been helping Momma Dog mow the yard and mulch the Hollyhocks.  It’s been a bad year around here for Hollyhocks, something has been eating their leaves leaving only the frame.  I’m glad I’m not a plant!  Great dog, they say it’s a dog eat dog world out there, but to me, it looks harder to be a plant and not able to run away from a beetle.   Momma Dog told us when she was a little girl, she made Hollyhock dolls out of a bud and a bloom and floated them in dishes of water.  Maybe I could stick a bloom in Huck’s ear and float him in a dish of water.  Affectionately, Nemo

G’Day Mates!  The accompaning photo shows me demonstrating the art of walking a sticky wicket, moss covered log with the aid of my lovely arched tail.  There is another picture of a clumsy someone having no tail attempting this feat, but I don’t know if it will make the blog or not.  P.S.  I caught another mouse today!  I displayed it on my pillow just like a trophy.  I’m feeling good!  Huck