Marly

Mummy told me today that a horse would arrive!

A horse. Can you believe that? I am expected to share my yard with a horse!

Mum says she is beautiful!

I think she's huge! She's dark. She eats grass. And she did this crazy thing of laying on her back and kicking her legs in the air!

Dad says she is borrowed, and I say her owner can come get her!

I had the worst experience ever. I was put on my chain and she was let in the yard. She walked right up to me. She wanted to eat me! I'm sure of it!

Mum says I barked until my face was white with foam! Dad pointed to the spots of foam between my eyes! It wouldn't have happened if they hadn't let that thing in my yard!

I hope she is not coming on our trip with us! I'm not giving her my seat in the car!

Her owner turned up. I thought he was going to take her away, but he only lead her right down the back. Dad says she can munch all that out for the next couple of days! Mum says that Marly needs to be put into the bigger section of the yard the morning we go!

Marly gets to be the guard dog for a little while!

After she was put way down the back, I relaxed. But Turbo (also known as Slowmo) wouldn't leave her alone! He barked and barked and barked.

Marlys owner said that Marly ignores dogs barking at her, but if the dog gets close enough and jump up, she kicks out at them! Hope Slowmo heard that and doesn't try to eat her! I think he would stink if she kicked him! Apparently horses can kill dogs! And I think Slowmos people wouldn't find him for a few days! (He lets himself out for walks, so they might assume he's out walking himself!)

I'm now going to go back to my warm spot in front of the fire!!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

Adopt a fox!

What?! Is my mum crazy? She is considering the idea of adopting a fox as a pet! People shoot those annoying critters! Farmers hate them! Yet, apparently, there is an adopt a fox agency in Sydney! I need to look into that! And apparently, here in New South Wales, foxes are not labeled a feral species!

And now mum is very much liking the idea of adopting a fox, having a borrowed horse, having two cats and me! I'm not even ok with the idea of two cats! The last one shredded my ears, punched my nose, bit me, scratched me and got me in trouble! And she wants two of them?

And as for this fox - I won't have to share my fire place with it will I? Apparently I will have to share my fire place with the cats when they arrive!

Oh no. I won't be sharing the fire with the horse will I?

No, mum, I don't want any more fur babies living here! Especially if it means I have to share my place in front of the fire with them!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

Smoochy pooch

Today I felt extra huggy, so I snugged up to mum, then I shared myself with dad, then I offered to help the cub eat her home made pizza!

The reason I was so smoochy was because today was soooo cold! Mums feet were frozen. And dad was rugged up so much. Mum said it was only 17 degrees in the lounge with the fire on!

Mum also said that fresh dog poop that gets frozen overnight looks interesting!

Ah, the life of a dog living the high life here at Mendozas Chalet.

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

"Neighbour gods"

Tonight I barked and barked and barked. I dint really know what I was barking at, but it was very important at the time!

It obviously frustrated mum a bit, cause she sent dad to get me inside.

As dad was getting my the "neighbour gods" yelled out at me to "get down". I assure you and her that I was not up! And as mum said, I was most likely barking at her (the "neighbour god").

As dad says, yelling at a dog like that will certainly win friends and influence people! But are you sure you want to be around such angry people? I know I don't like them!

One night one of them swore at my mum and I got real angry. I told mum to go inside, I would gladly teach that rude cretin a lesson or two!

Now dad is calling them "neighbour gods"! I'm pretty sure he's heaping on the sarcasm! By yelling the way they do, I'm amazed they have friends!

Mum says I was being a bit noisy. But surely it wasn't bad enough to be yelled at like that! I wish people could learn to be a little more polite!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

Evolution

Moo moo moo... Yes! I'm trying to evolve into a cow! I have the same basic shape (4 legs, a head and a tail), so in theory, it should be relatively simple!

Though, it is proving to be easier said than done! Mum is encouraging me, while dad is saying its impossible! I hope I live long enough to see the changes! I've got my "moo" sorted out pretty good! But to be a cow requires more than a moo!!

I need to change my jaw shape slightly, so I will be more effective at eating grass. I've got to change my stomach slightly and add a couple of extra ones! I need to do away with my paws and change them into cow hoofs! And, sadly, I need to stop barking at the postie! Actually, come to think about it - I need to stop barking altogether!

Hmm, these changes are difficult to manage! I'm not a geneticist, and so am having distinct trouble with the gene change!

My trip down the evolutionary road is getting more and more difficult!

Not to mention that mum just informed me that if I do become a cow, I'll never ride in the car again, and I'll never sleep in front of the fire again, in fact, I'll never be allowed in the house again! I'll be expected to mow the lawn and park my poop in one place to make manure collection easier!

All these down sides to trying to evolve! Why did I think that being a cow would be better than being a dog? Mum also said that I won't get my belly rubbed, nor will I get hugs and pats!

Is it too late for me to opt out? I think I prefer to be a dog! Dad says that if i become a cow, he wont cook me dinner any more! And there seems to be no real need for me to become a cow! Mum and dad will be getting a borrowed horse soon to mow the lawn. And I think that I need to be a dog to help look after the horse! Being a cow doesn't seem to be the easiest thing to pull off! I might just stick with being a dog for a while yet!

Maybe next year I might try to evolve into a cat! Wish me luck!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

That horse thing

The horse next door is no longer next door! It's in MY yard!

It busted the top piece of wire and let itself into my grassy paradise!

There was a guy who was trying to get the horse back in the neighbours yard, but mum said to leave him here to eat! And eat he is! Though, he hasn't dented the grass at all!

I ran around barking at him, trying to make him fly back over the fence, all that got me was shut inside the house! Mum and dad are perfectly ok with the horse in my yard!

Mum went out and got some photos of him. She noticed he has some scratch marks down his back legs which are consistent with fence busting and jumping! There are even tufts of white horse hair in the grass! (mum took photos of that too, and the busted fence wire).

In mums opinion the wire was damaged at time of putting up, then strained well, then with the added pressure from the horse, it snapped. I wonder what the neighbours will think!

Mums happy she has a horse in the yard, dad is happy the grass is being partially mowed, I am not happy and can not relax! But the horse is happy, he's getting some grass in his belly! So I guess that is good! Apparently his owner will be here sometime after 11am to collect him. Good luck with that! He's a skittish one!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

The horse next door

Are we certain that it is a horse? It has 4 legs, I have 4 legs. It has a tail, I have a tail. It has 2 ears, I have 2 ears. Though, it is a weird shaped dog! It makes strange noises too!

Mum and Dad kept their word to the "horse" and dumped 3 large baskets of grass in its yard. Mum noticed that the grass is starting to grow in spots, but those are the same spots that the "horse" is eating!

If it is a big weird dog, why does it eat grass? I only eat grass to vomit!

It came real close to Mum, she must be gaining its trust. It was about a dog length (that is big dog length, not rodent dog length) away from her before it got worried about its proximity to her!

Its sopping wet. Its muddied its "shelter", which is nothing more than a large cage with a trampoline on top! Great for shade, but useless for rain! Dad wonders why they didn't offer it their wood shed as a shelter!

Dad said today that if the "horse" looses condition, they were going to call the pound or RSPCA!

If mum wasn't concerned about it she wouldn't have dumped a pile of grass on its side of the fence!

I still think its a weird shaped dog. And I still wonder why Mum and Dad growl at me for barking at it for not running up and down the fence like Slowmo did!

By the way, where is Slowmo, haven't seen him for a couple of days?!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

I stink.

My mum attacked me today. She had a spray bottle in her hand and, she made me stinky. I stink of tea-tree oil. She sprayed me with tea-tree oil!
Of course, there is a perfectly logical reason (according to mum) for this behaviour. She is still trying to combat my fleas!
She says I am guilty of aiding and abetting criminals in my coat! So every couple of days she sprays me and my bedding.
And she says that since doing this there have been less fleas in the house and less fleas on me. I must admit I am sleeping better for it! Not needing to scratch as much! But I do wish it didn't make me stink like this.
She sprays my more sensitive areas. Like my arm pits, my belly, and around my ears. She has even started with the top of my head!
She's hoping that the fleas will eventually get the message and move out! I hope so too!

Wishing you many happy barky (flea free) days!

Hannibal

Poor Horse

Mum and Dad have been discussing the living conditions for the four legged thing they call a horse. Its next door in less than a quarter of an acre, with grass that is less than an inch tall. They have this wire cage thing with a trampoline mat over the top! While that will give the horse a little shade, what's stopping it getting soaked in the rain?
The only people that Mum and I have seen go near this horse was two guys who chased it around and kinda terrorised it! That day, I was inside, and Mum was standing at the back door watching these guys! She had the screen door closed, I I could see the horse too! Then I spied the guys chasing it around and I started moaning and trying to get out. So Mum opened the door, I raced down and barked at the guys. Mum then called me back in! Shortly after they left in a white two door Ute with a tray on the back!
Today Mum had a look at the horse. And she said its been given a small amount of hay, but she is concerned that it doesn't really have much to eat!
I wonder if there is still enough warmth in the ground for the grass to grow a bit more after this rain finishes up!? We've started having frosts.
They don't even take the horse inside to curl up by the fire, and its got no visible blanket to keep it warm! Do horses go inside and sleep in front of the fire? If they don't, they should! Its goooood! When it first arrived Mum had to tell me off several times because it was skittish and I thought it was just an extra big dog to play with! I know now that it isn't! And Mum says it (she calls it a he) says it doesn't need me harassing it, because Turbo does that enough!
The neighbours will be going away in a few days, and Mum and Dad have plans to dump a pile of our grass over the fence for the horse! Its lookin skinny!
I wonder how long it will stay! Their goat ended up being sent away. I wonder if they will grow bored of the horse and eventually send it away too!
I'd like it if it could live in my yard. But Mum insists that my yard is not big enough! Though there is more grass in my yard!
I'd like to have the horse as a play mate! They do play with dogs don't they?

I have to go. I'm hearing strange noises in the laundry and that's where Dad headed. I need to check on him and make sure he's ok. Can't have someone sneaking in the house to hurt him. Not on my watch!

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal

Bath by bucket

Mum and Dad decided thatni was scrwtching too much. So Dad investigated and discovered that I had acquired for muself a pile of fleas. So Dad decided I needed a bath! Then Mum sat with her camera taking photos. You can find those ohotos on her blog TigerEye Freelance Photography Blog (www.tigereyefp.com/blog). 

I must admit, I do like the extra hugs and pats that come with being clean!

Enjoy the photos! 

Wishing you many happy barky days!

Hannibal