No archery set

“Happy New Year Huck!”

“Happy New Year Mate!”

“Are you sad you didn’t get the archery set for Christmas?”

“Nope.  I talked to Tom, the leader of the wild turkeys and he showed me his leg muscle.  You would need teeth like a wild boar to eat him.  We’re getting a Butterball from the store next year.”

“Thank the Great Dog!  I’ve been practicing crawling on my belly for days thinking you are going to jump out at me with a pointed stick.”

“Ya Hoo Mountain Dew!  I still might, just to hear you scream like a pup!”

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Cat food dishes

“Hucky, why are there two cat food dishes in the family room?”

“They’re mine Momma Dog.”

“And did they have cat food in them when they made the trip from the back porch to the family room?”

“Maybe a little.  I need extra energy tonight.  I have to stay up later than Nemo so I can put out the vanilla wafers.  I hid them down in the basement last week so he wouldn’t eat them and ruin everything for us.”

“What about the opossum under the back deck?”

“Crikey!  Looks like I’m going to have to put the cookies by the fireplace.  Christmas can drive one crackers if you’re not careful!”

“Maybe it’s because you want an archery set so much.”

“Well, I made the target already and I’ve been practicing with a sharpened stick.”

Nemo enters the room.  “Sharpened Stick!  Did you hear that Momma Dog!  I tell you we’re not safe in a house with a terrier with a sharpened stick”

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Momma Dog speaks

If you are of the opinion that it is too late in the year to catch poison ivy read this sad sorry so you can recognize it.  Leaves of three, let it be!.  My two dogs were chasing after something in the woods and when they came home and I petted them, they had poison ivy all over their coats.    They got Poison ivy on my hands and under my fingernails, in my eye and over the crest of my nose.  By morning I was broke out everywhere.  Predisone slowed it down for several days, but then I went back to the doctor and  he said ti would take massive steroids the bring this to heel.  So a month has now passed, the rash is fading, the blisters are healing, my head is throbbing on the left side and I have painful joints and weariness. So wash your hands after being outside

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A Word About Dale

While the boys are coloring the target, (Nemo wants to make sure the claws are bright yellow and Huck is recutting the beak to show it eating corn), I thought I’d mention my son-in-law Dale Hanson.  Dale has been fighting a GBM brain tumor for nineteen months now and last week was moved from home into Hospice Care.  He has endured more than anyone I have ever known and has done it with good humor and bravery.  He needs 24 hour care now as his blood is too thin to clot and any fall causes bleeding.  Dale is one of the boys’ favorites, often taking them up the back hill and bringing them treats.   Our family is so thankful for the love and caring of hospice nurses.  They are a special kind of people.

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Huck writes Dec. 18, 2011

Dear Santa Paws,

It is not him!  Freud spaniel has fanged out and gone paranoid again!  It is a target of a turkey, if I wantd to make a target of Nemo, I’d have cut out large grain scoop feet.  Anyone can see the target has turkey claws on it.  Could you put a little corn in Nemo’s food bowl, I need something to attract the turkeys?

I hope the vanilla wafers make it seven days.  Go Tebow!  Thanks mate, Huck

 

 

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Nemo’s letter 12/16/11

Dear Santa Paws,

Do not bring Huck an archery set!  He has made himself a big, blobby target out of cardboard paper and I think it looks like me.  He says it’s a turkey with a big tail, but I said what is this little stubby thing right on the end?

He said it was a feather ruffled by the wind, but I think not Santa Paws, I think not.   Sincerely, Nemo

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Dog Walk, Dec 15, 2011

“Nemo, stop staring at the vanilla wafer box.”

“Santa only needs ten.  Eight tiny reindeer, Rudolph and him.  Maybe he doesn’t need any.  Go up to the neighbors and see if Pepper and Star are leaving any cookies out for him.”

“I will not.  You eat those wafers and Santa will fly right over this house.  Have you forgotten what a miserable Thanksgiving we had this year with no turkey and Momma Dog unable to cook because of poison ivy?  That’s not happening next year.  One of those flying dinosaurs in the corn field is going to be roasting in our oven.  This is survival of the fittest.  It’s us or them.  I need my archery set.”

“In the meantime, could we nibble a wafer for strength?”

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Dog Walk, December 14, 2011

Dear Santa Paws,

“Good” is sort of a relative term don’t you think?  I have loved my family all year and got along with fatso, er, Nemo most of the time.   I couldn’t help the poison ivy, I was on a chase, and Nemo’s gorilla didn’t need that other arm anyway.  I do hoard, but that’s just in case we get snowed in again for five days.  I have killed all my squeaky toys, but I hear there is a new type that will always squeak even when you tear their guts out.   Most of my slips have occurred during rainstorms, a hunter who cannot hunt is a pesky animal indeed.  Give some poor cold dog my sweater, I would like an archery set to get a turkey for next Thanksgiving.  Have a Merry Christmas.  Enjoy the cookies mate.  Huck

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Dog Walk, December 13, 2011

Dear Santa Paws,

I have been a good dog.  Considering I have to live with a terrier, I have been exceptional.  I only want to bite him about once a day, but I usually refrain from doing that.  I probably couldn’t catch him to bite him anyway.  The cold and snow in southwest Iowa is helping me grow my hair back after the six month eczema ordeal.  Soon I will be a furry monster again.  I may need a new gorilla this year, my old one has the hair loved off of him.  A new food bowl would be good, maybe one with legs that the cat can’t reach.  Never mind bringing the cat anything, she’s taken over all our stuff.  Merry Christmas and I’ll leave a cookie or two out for the reindeer.  I understand they love vanilla wafers.  Sincerely, your friend, Nemo

P.S.  Maybe I’ll eat a vanilla wafer too.

 

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Dog Walk, December 7, 2011

Ahoy Mates!  It looks like if our blog is going to get written, I’m going to have to step up into the pocket and throw the football.  On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, our Momma Dog found two blisters on the side of her hands, by the next day, poison ivy was breaking out.  She had it on both hands, her eye, her nose, both legs and under her fingernails.  She went on a prednisone pack for seven days.  When she finished the prednisone, she got a stiff neck, pain behind her ears, sore throat and the poison ivy came back full force.  Yesterday she went to visit her doctor, who said it would take massive amounts of steroids to kill it  So now she is on both prednisone and cephalexin.  The worst thing has been she has been unable to touch anything with her fingers because each one of them feels like they have been burned.  We have been taking care of her the best we can.  Sleeping next to her and licking her hands.   It’s unusual to have poison ivy so late in the year and now we have three inches of snow on the ground, but she either got into it picking up logs for the fireplace or it was on my fur after I chased that last turkey into the woods.  Momma Dog thinks the latter would explain how it got under her fingernails.  I’d better go roll in the snow again.  Until next time,  Huck “Tebow” Terrier

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