Welcome to our neighborhood….

It’s raining so we can’t go out to play.  Two of us are transplanted Easterners and used to being snowed in but Muggsy is just a puppy and he doesn’t like being cooped up all day.  In our neighborhood,bunnies and birds provide endless entertainment for Muggsy.  He fantasizes catching them and I laugh as I watch the little tyke – he has so much to learn.  I,on the other hand,once caught a fox in my yard in Maryland.  It was pitch dark and he was downwind of me.  I went into stealth dog mode – no sense in waking up the neighbors with unnecessary barking.  He was bothering my family and posed a threat to my littlest brother,Casey.  I ‘shook’ some sense into him and it seemed to do the trick.  I never heard another peep out of him and MyMom had him removed from the yard the next day.  ‘Nuf said!

Now,I watch over my two little brothers when we all go out to potty,in case sneaky coyotes stick their noses in my yard.  There are other dangers in my neighborhood,but we’ll cover that another day.

In my neighborhood,we have really nice neighbors.  I live with MyMom and 3BusyBob,my ‘dad’.  They adopted me when my owner died and I’ve had it pretty good ever since.  My kennel mate,Maggie,passed away last summer at the ripe old age of 14 – pretty old for an English Mastiff.  Chewy,the ever-smiling Golden Retriever,also left us at age 13 ½.  Now Casey,a pudgy Westie,is getting on in years.  He is blind and has lost most of his hair due to a medical condition.  It’s so embarrassing to admit but he has to wear a t-shirt to stay warm!  He even got a Snuggie for Christmas – he looks like Yoda in it.  Frankly,the grey OSU shirt from alum 3BusyBob is rather smart looking on him.  You wouldn’t catch me in clothes – I go commando like all good Rotties.

Then there’s Muggsy – he’s a pesky little brother.   Jumps all over me and takes my toys.  But I miss him when he’s over at his friend’s house.  That would be Starky,the goofy Golden Retriever across the street.  Like all Goldens,he’s everybody’s friend.  He greets us at about 6 am each morning because we are up before his family.  Cheezzzzzz,it gets Muggsy all worked up and they are so darned happy to see each other.  Oh,and we have horses and other people –it’s a pretty good life.  That’s my introduction to the neighborhood.  More later…

Yours trooly,

Dax