Oodles of Noodles

Roof roof!

Well, friends, it has been awhile since I have posted. A lot has been happening and I've been doing a lot of adjusting. "Times they are a changing"... at least that's what that invisible guy who lives in something called a radio said while Mom and I were driving to the foothills the other day. I don't know what it means, but it's stuck in my head.

Anywoof, I have some sad news. Last April, my best friend Chopstick started acting kind of funny. She just stared off into space. She didn't want to run and play like usual. She just stood there until she couldn't stand any more. Then she sat down until mom took her to see the vet.

I thought Chopstick would come home that day. I felt bad about chasing her so much, so I saves a little piece of my rawhide just for her! Well, I chewed on it a little, but she never seemed to mind my slobber. Anyways, the sad thing is that Chopstick didn't come home. Mom walked in the door and I looked and looked for Chopstick, but I couldn't find her. And mom was sad. Ming-ming and I even teamed up. We ran all over the house, sniffing all of Chopstick's favorite corners, running to her bed by the couch and investigating her favorite spot by the rosebushes. After a few days, it became obvious: Chopstick was never coming home.

Things are ok, I guess. We miss Chopstick a lot, but we are glad she went to someplace better. I heard Mom tell the Little People (some people call them "the kids" or "the girls". I like to call them "crazy sheep") that Chopstick was in heaven now, and she isn't so old any more. She can run and play, just like when she was a puppy! So I'm happy for Chopstick, and I can't wait to see her someday.

Ming-ming and I have formed a truce. Sometimes I get to sniff her if sometimes she can swat me on the nose. It only hurts a little. We have to stick together now, especially since...the new one.

Noodle. Noodle is the new pug my family got last month. At first, I thought it was Chopstick. Chopstick!!!? I thought. How did you shrink so much?!?!?!???? I was flabbergasted, but glad that Chopstick was home safely. However, I quickly learned that this dog was NOT Chopstick. Not. At. ALL.

First of all, Chopstick never jumped on my face. She never tried to play tug with my tail. And she certainly never WENT IN MY HOUSE. I'm not kidding. My house (or crate, cave, sanctuary--whatever you want to call it) is MY BUSINESS. And this new dog just SNARFLES on in next to me like she owns the place. Chopstick never would have done this. She respected the pack boundaries. But NOODLE (that's what the people call her) doesn't seem to understand that big dogs don't like little pups messing with their personal space. Maybe it's because she's a midget, I'm not sure. But it's annoying to say the least.

The other thing she does is chase Ming-ming. I mean, it's funny to mess with a cat, you know? I like it when she makes that hissing noise. I can appreciate it when she swats or meows or tries to hide under the table (HA! Found ya, Kitty!). But let me just set one thing straight: Serena was me and Chopstick's cat. We are the only ones who are allowed to bug her. And Noodle, once again, just doesn't understand.

I mean, it's not that I don't like the little midget. I chase her sometimes with my Kong toy, and that's fun. But she is just....underfoot!! Literally. I mean, she runs underneath me and I can't help but step on her. And then I get yelled at. Bow wow. I just can't win.

So you can see why I haven't written in awhile. My paws have been full with all these changes!

I'll keep you posted on what happens with this new dog, and everything else. Thanks for reading and see you next time!!

Hondo

Neighbor Dog

I'm going to come right out and say it. I'm a pretty nice dog, but BOW WOW. I hate the neighbor dog. Grrrr....

First of all, his name is Blaze. What kind of name is that?

Secondly, about once or twice a week, he sneaks into my front yard. Most of the time, Blaze wears a collar with a "Box of Shocky Death Pain" on his neck. He wears this when his dad is home and almost always stays in his yard. Sucker. I like to stare at him while I follow my mom out to get the mail. Sometimes, I even show off by walking out onto the sidewalk, where I know he is not allowed to go. Mom always yells at me when I do this, but I like to think I've made my point: alpha dog Hondo, reporting for duty. Duty: walk on sidewalk and claim it as my own.

Woof, woof, like I was saying, Blaze never gets to leave the yard when his dad is around. But sometimes his mom lets him out BOY then do things get irritating. Blaze wanders over into my front yard. He pees on my lawn. And he has the audacity to dig in my flower pots. When mom comes home, she looks at the flower pots with dirt spilling out of them and seems confused. Oy! Bark Bark!! MOM! I KNOW WHO DID IT!! I KNOW!! IT WAS THAT DINGBAT FROM NEXT DOOR!!! OOOO....I'LL GET HIM! JUST SAY THE WORD MOM, JUST ONE WORD AND I'LL GO OVER THERE AND SHOW HIM HIS BUSINESS!!!

But she never seems to know what I'm saying.

Sometimes when my family is home, they open the big wooden door and leave the shiny glass door closed so that I can look outside. This is when Blaze REALLY fries my Pupperoni. He stands right in front of the glass door and LOOKS at me. Just looks at me.

Freaky.

I really want to do something about this neighbor dog, but I don't think Mom will let me since she thinks the neighbors are nice people.

But all I know is that he better watch his back. And his yard. Because I've seen some flower pots that are just ripe for the diggin'...

Woof woof!

Hondo, out.

My 1st Post!

Hello, my name is Hondo. As you can see, I am a dog. I thought I'd start my blog by posting a couple of photos of my friends

This is Chopstick. We live together. She's pretty old (13!!), so at first, it was a little hard for me to know how to play with her. I enjoy herding her around the house, but my owner doesn't care for that. Now, I figured out that if I take my Kong toy and run up to Chopstick, she will chase me! Boy, she is elderly, but she can still run! She chases me right into my crate or, if we are outside,
she chases me around an old tree stump. I love Chopstick!











This is Serena. She also goes by Ming Ming. I didn't think I would like cats, but she's pretty cool. I like to chase her around. Most of the time, she hides underneath the kitchen table and swats at me. But sometimes she comes out to play. I go right up to her as close as I can and she smacks me right on the nose!! Good thing she doesn't have claws. She always hisses at me, but I think she is warming up to me. At nighttime, while our people watch tv, Ming Ming, Chopstick, and I all sleep next to each other.

I hope you enjoyed meeting my friends!

Until next time (woof)


-Hondo