My new brother. By Porter - Nov 26, 2010

I think he's a new brother? I dunno, he's a funny looking dog. Momma says he's a cat, but he doesn't look like sister at ALL. Oh, and he has a brother too, but I don't really like him, cause he hits me on the head and says mean things to me. Anyways, my favourite new brother is called Zazzles, and my not so favourite new brother is called Bazinga. I think momma named him that becuase he goes "ZIIIiinnnnng!" when he jumps from the floor to her shoulder all at once. If he was a dog, he'd be in REALLY REALLY big trouble for doing that! So, momma stole my winter pictures, so I thought I'd share about my new brother.

Anyways, when they first arrived, I was kinda scared of them. They were mean and swore at me and stuff. So then, when Zazzles started feeling better and wanted to hang out with the cool kids (us dogs), I was a bit concerned.


This is Zazzles trying to snuggle with me. My head got cut off cuase momma was sitting too close. I was still kinna scared of him.


So then! He went over to say Hi to Cat (the dog...this gets so confusing!). I guess he figured she would love him cause they have something in common. She was curious...


But he was WAY too forward! Cat is a lady, she doesn't like to move so quickly in a relationship.


So she left. Now she doesn't mind him, but she doesnt' want to spend time that she doesnt' have to wtih him. Actually both the spotty dogs are like that. Me and momma-Impulse. We LOVE the kitties! Zazzles is MY kitty, Impulse is still trying to teach Zing the rules (ie that she rules and not him). That lesson is a hard one to teach.


This is Bazinga...can't you just TELL that he's a meanie?


He even steals my heat register. I mean *everyone* in the house knows it's MY heat register!


I sometimes give Zazzles special permission to use it. See, he's even leaving room for me.


And in return I somtimes get to snuggle with Zazzles in his spot beside the computer.

Okay, for the next pics, I TOLD momma to move the flashlight DAYS ago. And..it's not my fault I look like a ragamuffin with stupid hair hanging off my tail. It's my MOMMA'S fault! I have no thumbs (again, momma's fault), so I can't use the thinning shears myself now can I?


Most of all, me and Zazz like to play. I call this move the "brain squeeze". Momma didn't used to let me do it, but then she heard Zazzles purring, so she says it's okay and he can fend for himself. I'm really really gentle when I do it, his head is already pretty skinny.


Oof! he got me, and pulled me to the floor!


Uh oh, I think I'm losing this battle!


Truce?


NEVER! I squish him into the mat!


And then we give each other a little hug.

I still play with Cat (the dog), and my uncle Turner, and I can even get momma-Impulse going pretty good! Now I just have a new friend to play with!

Porter.

Things I've learned.

A note from the momma. Porter's dad, Argus was hit by a car Nov 4, 2010 after our gate was forced open by someone and the dogs got out. His injuries were too severe and he had to be euthanized once we got to the vet. The dogs here really had a hard time adjusting, and experienced some symptoms of traumatic stress, likely due to seeing the accident happen, and hearing him after. This is Porter's story a few days later.

Dear Aussieboarders. I miss my poppa really lots. Momma and momma-Impulse miss him really lots too. When I get really sad, momma grabs me and gives me a really big hug and a kiss. I do the same for her, but sometimes I just lay on her lap for a long time and let her pet me while we watch TV.

I thought I would share a few things that I learned from my poppa.


He taught me how to explore on the beach.


He taught me how to enjoy a sunny day.


He taught me how to be brave in the scary waves.


He taught me to never grow up and always have fun.


He taught me to always have a smile on my face.



He taught me how to sleep upside down (an important one for hot summer nights).



But most of all...he taught me how much momma loves us.


I have to run and give momma a hug now.
Porter.

Bees are Dumb - Oct 2

Who the H.E double hockey sticks did I make angry! Porter here again. I got stung AGAIN! And my momma didn't believe me! I yelped this morning and she didn't come runnin' to see what was wrong. Maybe next time I need a bigger yelp and scream...she came runnin' last night when poppa bit me. Boy, I felt sorry for myself last night, I needed a snuggle allllll evening.

Anyways, momma had the audacity to bath me today. And THEN, she dried me! What the heck, if she wants me dry, why'd she get me wet in the first place? adn now I smell like a GIRL! Just before that she looked at me and said "wow Porter, your bite (meaning the way my teeth meet, NOT the lump on my face) is really pretty bad", apparently she was looking at my big swollen fat lip and thought it was bread or somethin...wry bread to be specific, said nothin' about a sting.

And then when she was makin' me stand on the stupid table she says "oh no Porter". Oh, NOW she sees that I have a watermelon stapled to my face?!!? She finished blowing air all over me and trimmed up my feet (and I should say, she was laffing at me cause now my feet feel funny and I'm sorta walking like a prancing pony) she gave me a white pill again and said it would all be better.

I dunno, my momma seems a bit slow on the draw this morning.


How did she miss THAT?


Really momma you think it's just my bite that's off? I think my whole face is off!

Sheesh...mommas.

I doesn't recommend... - Sept 6, 2010

getting stung by many waspses...we were showin' grampa where to put the fence so we can't get out anymore and we kinda made the black hornet nest really really angry. Momma thought mommaImpulse got stung too, but it musta been a something else, she was hanging her ear down low and wasn't havin' no fun with us in the field anymore. She's fine now though. Then we got in the house and I crawled up on teh couch cause my face hurt and momma thought that was weird, and when she looked at me, HOLY COW she said!

My momma has given me a white pill she called Reactine. I'm reactin' alright! My face is all itchy and my leg is all itchy, and I'm a bit twitchy too, cause you never know, those little noises or when something pulls my hair it could be another waspses! But I'm still me, I still wiggle my bum and hang out with momma.

Puffy Porter...


Feeling a little bit sorry for myself. Momma says I deserve to feel sorry for myself.


See...Puffy Porter. my left eye is more irritated, but my right eye is more puffy. We don't know why.


My lip isn't swollen, momma is holding me still on the other side of my face. This is the worst side. She took it for comparisons purpose to see if I need to go to see my friend Jeff. he's a dog doctor.


See, I'm okay! for the most part anyways.

Checkin' In - Sept 1, 2010

Hi everyone! It's Pants Man!

Momma said you missed me and I should check in. Check! I'm sorry I don't have any new pictures this time, I'll get momma on that.

It's been soooo busy around our house! First, you all know that Cat arrived. Not like a cat like Flame, but Cat like a dog. I know, it's confuseding. Me 'n Cat are bestest friends. Momma said yesterday we better not be denting the walls while we played in the hallway, but I think we mighta left little ones. She's just soooo fun to play with that we forget! She must be really super cool, cause even Uncle Turner plays with her now! Momma says that if Uncle Turner isn't careful he'll turn into a normal dog cause he plays with me now AND Cat. I dunno, he looks pretty normal to me. Poppa Argus is back home, he got ta go stay at gramma and grampa's so mom didn't have more puppies. He said he really missed us though, so mom might try to keep him home next time. That's good, I missed my poppa.

Super big exciting news here! Me 'n Cat getta sleep on the BED at night! How cool is that?! Actually, I don't like sleeping on the bed cause momma keeps stealing my spot, and she says that it's HER bed and she can sleep wherever. I dunno bout that. Anyways, there is a perfect little hidey hole behind the crate that I sleep. I like it dark. Like me. Cat sleeps on the bed, and she is scared of the dark I think cause she always brings her security snake to bed with her. She takes her snake everywhere, and never lets me play with it. Anyways, momma said we were big dogs now and if we didn't wreck nothing, we didn't have to sleep in crates. So far, momma's found nothing we've wrecked...yet. There is a couch in there that we can sleep on and everything! I can jump all the way from the bed to the couch and not fall, it's about 5' away! I found out pretty quick that momma doesn't like it when I jump back from the couch to the bed in the middle of the night cause I sorta landed on her, and she pushed me on the floor and I fell and was embarrased.

Um, let's see. Me 'n Turner get in trouble all the time becuase we are always out the back eating blackberries when mom calls us in for bed. Doesn't she know that prime blackberry picking time is at 10pm? Sheesh. I have to supplement my diet cause I don't think she feeds me enough. only TWICE a day? What the heck is that?

Momma says that we have to prepare to stay with gramma and grampa for a couple weeks next month. I'm not sure why, but she better not bring back another dog. I like Cat and all, but I sorta like being the baby, and we have no more room for more dogs. Cat's a bit nervous cause she doesn't really know gramma and grampa, but I told her they have a super cool dog to play with, and they don't really know the rules, so we can PAR-TAY for two weeks when momma's gone!

I think that's all I got for now. Momma's gonna take me and Cat for some sheep lessons this winter and we're really excited about that. I like to run realllllly fast around them and make them run! haha!

I'll try to come back with more pictures after I've had a chat wtih my momma about missing out on the best months of our lives and not getting everything documented.

My momma DOES love me! - July 6, 2010

It's me. Porter. Again.

I kinda have to apologize to my momma. Today she got me my very own special toy. I KNOW she loves me best again cause it's a REALLY COOL TOY! Way better than that stupid snake that Cat got, and she gots to share it with everyone. My toy is my very own special one, no one else gets to play with it.

Heehee...and it's a spotty cat. My momma says that when my big sister is being a pain, I can take out my anger on my spotty cat toy. I'm not sure how I can do that without mom's help, she keeps it waaaay up high on the fridgerator so the big dogs can't rip it apart.

Momma took me out all by my own self and we played with my toy. And guess what! I learnded how to fetch! I've never been much of a fetcher cause the rest of the dogs get to the toys first. But when I got out there on my own, who else was gonna bring it back to momma? she said she wasn't throwing it so she could get it, so I guess that left me (but why did she keep throwing it if she wasn't gonna get it?)


HaHA, Gotcha! (and yes, mom realizes how redneck this picture makes our place look with the unmowed grass and jerry can in the background...directions to our house include "we're the house after the road to the dump", what do you expect. )


I have evil plans for you, I shall...oh dangit, hi mom.


I carry you by the head, how do you like that!


I pounce on you before you can escape!


oh no! it got away!!


Not for long, I'm a good cat catcher.


I show off my catch...while firmly keeping a grip on its tail so it doesn't escape on me.


I hold it up scary high!


I pin it down low in the grass.


I...um...pose for a photo op.


wait, get my good side.


just so handsome she can't stop taking pics.


Try to escape while I'm distracted! Never! haha, you will never escape me and my wiley ways.


Phew, being a big cat hunter is TOUGH WORK. It's nice to know that my momma really does love me lots! I hear that now we're gonna go wrap Christmas presents which seems a bit odd to do in July...but what do I know.

Big Sisters Suck. By Porter. - July 4, 2010

Hi guys. Well. The novelty's wearin off my new friend. She gets EVERYTHING! She gets to go everywhere with mom. Even to the dump. I never get to go to the dump. I hear the lady there gives you cookies.

This weekend she got to go with mom BOTH DAYS! (okay so did I), but yesterday she even gots to chase sheeps around!! I never got to. I had to sit in the van all day. Okay, well, I did get to get out and play with my belgian friends. And she only gots to play with the sheeps a little bit. But still! Today it was just us puppies, and we got to go see sheeps again. That's right, SEE them. We never got to sniff them, or play with them, or chase them. Just see them. And see other dogs chasing them. No fair. And THEN! This is the worst part! We stopped at a store, and I didnt' get to come out of the van. Again, no fair, I ALWAYS get to shop at Bosleys. Then mom bought some stuff and we came home. When we got home she gave Turner his little soother toy that he loves (I make fun of him cause it's pink and for puppies, but it's his favourite toy ever), and then she gives the new snake toy to HER! I sat and I waited and I waited and I waited for me new toy. And nothing. She didn't get Porter nothing at all. (note from "the mom"...it really was sad, he just sat in front of me waiting for his loot with this hopefull little look on his face, it kinda broke my heart, poor kiddo).

Anyways, Mom didn't take enough pictures, and she certainly doesn't take enough of me anymore. Somehow the pictures all end up red and spotty. Sheesh. I think having a big sister is a bit of a pain in bum. But she can be really really fun outside. We get really dirty, and dig in the dirt and play in the pool, and run after the ball. Okay, maybe she's a bit okay.


Cat watching the sheep with her new friend Lori. We was at Lori's house yesterday, she has fun belgian shepherds, two naked ones and one fuzzy one. They're all fun.


That's me watching my friend Idol put his sheep away. I coulda comed help, but everyone said he had it under control.


someone got some wool for the black belgian puppy. I decided it might be neat. But it wasn't. It didn't run or squeak or nothing.


Whoaaaa, sheeeep.


Cat and her, I mean OUR new toy. I'm not really into toys, so I guess I don't care that much.

Hmmm, and mom notices that most of these pics have a Porter Pants in them and also makes note of the fact that Porter is sitting on her lap right now. Hmmm, neglected puppy, I don't think so.