Archive for April, 2011

Just Blowin’ Through

April 28, 2011

April 2011 013Mama is crazy-busy, but we wanted to let everyone know we’re okay.  We’re still under a tornado watch and a flood warning, but at this moment – Thursday morning – we’re fine.

Hopefully, WordPress will allow comments today.  That REALLY stressed Mama out yesterday!  (Today’s game is with Flickr.)

But happy dogs on thursday just the same.  Hope everyone else in the Southeast is okay!

Special Visitor!

April 25, 2011

Look who we saw yesterday morning!

Photo enhancement courtesy of and Lapdog Creations.  Thanks to both of you for the free prize.  It spared the girls the wearing of the bunny ears this year!

The fur-girls got TWO stuffed bunnies each.  See…  the Easter Bunny’s assistants didn’t communicate so well, so…  hem.  They’re very happy, especially Gretchen, who adores bunny toys for some reason.  Sis isn’t usually much on toys, but the bunny her Dadaw handed her last night got toted around until bedtime, and then she checked on it this morning…

Did the Easter Bunny visit your house?


April 21, 2011

Happy Dogs on Thursday and little friday!  Just a few fun photos of us at work…


Why yes, that is Queen DIVA, BIS Sissy herself, in the MIDDLE of Mama’s desk.  Mama wasn’t amused, but Dadaw let Sis climb up there from his lap – why yes again, she was pretending to be a lap dog in a little desk chair! – so Mama couldn’t do more than grab her phone and take a picture.


Photo by Uncle

This is Mama’s new favorite photo.  Not only are we cute and on our favorite office throne, but Uncle took this photo all by himself with his new phone.  Uncle and Gramma  are the most technology-challenged folks in our family, so it was a proud moment…  We were honored that Uncle – who has dogs of his own – wanted his favorite great-nieces on his phone to show off with those cute grand-humans of his!


I – Gretchen Greer – am not particularly proud of this photo, but Mama insisted it had to be included.  Sis is definitely not amused, but she’s a very good sister and understands that I sometimes get a little jacked up and that I do adore her and need to be CLOSE to her!

I just wanted to snuggle ‘tween Sis’s feet, but as you can see, there was no room for me.  Hrmph.

Do your humans take – and share! – embarassing photos?

Reilly’s Name Game

April 17, 2011

Gretchen here.  Whilst reading blogs with Mama this morning, I realized she’d failed to enter Reilly’s how you got your name contest for us.   Good thing Mango and Dexter‘s human is on the ball – and in our blog reader.   


The young Queen on her first throne, 1-08

Of course, we have to start with Sissy, because well…  Sissy was here first, and isn’t she always first?  I think most of our friends already know she prefers to be Queen DIVA, Best in Show these days, and while the vet’s office happily calls her THE QUEEN, Mama just snorts and rolls her eyes… and sometimes calls her Sis-Miss-Pumpkin-Piss.  (Mama here – hem… sorry, ’tis true!)

So.  Sissy’s name story.   Sissy was in fact, named as soon as Dadaw learned of the pups available in Uncle’s own neighborhood.  Because back then, Mugsy was king of the Woods, so Dadaw announced the new gal would be Mugsy’s Little Sister, called Sissy.  

Mama liked Sissy as a call name well enough, but it’s her fault Sissy’s so full of herself and fancies herself queen of it all; her registered name is Haddon Wood’s Princess of Joy.   The first naming post can be found here.   The short version is that Mama and Dadaw were in a sad place when silly, funny, sweet Sissy came to live with them.  She brought so much JOY to their lives that Joy became part of her name. 

Gotta’ have a couple more photos, so that means writing more.   She was Mama’s Christmas gift, but she had Dadaw wrapped around her finest eyelash from day #1.  Yes, you see that correctly; big ol’ alpha Dadaw has the girl zipped into his coat because she’d just been outside and was cold.  At least, that’s the story as he tells it.  Mama doesn’t remember that Sis had been out; she thinks Dadaw just wanted the girl snuggled close.

And yes, she’s kissing his face.  He pretends he doesn’t like it most of the time, but we know better and kiss him anyway.

Hard to believe she was ever that small.


Borders on indecent, but proof-positive that Mugsy did love her from the start.   Well, okay…  Mama says that based on the date stamp, Sis had been with them over a month when this was taken, but still.  That’s love, from Mugsy to his Little Sister.

You’d best grab refreshments and settle in somewhere comfy for my name story.  It’s ridiculously complex, and it shows why Mama is rarely allowed to name things around here.  Analysis Paralysis is what one of Mama’s friend’s dubbed her condition…

maggie4Before they’d even held me, Mama named me Haddon Wood’s Campbell Cameo. 

I’ll come back to that though…  I forgot a layer in my name debaucle.  My breeder was calling me Maggie.  That wouldn’t do for Mama; something about some book… Maggie: A Girl of the Streets?  Then, Mama and a friend counted something like a dozen other Maggie pets and kiddos they knew…

Back to Campbell Cameo.  Mama loved that name.  See, I was born in Campbell County, and Mama’s dearly departed aunt had a dog named Cammy.  So, I was going to be called Cami.  Dadaw hated it, and informed Mama she had a whole two-hour ride to come up with something better.

DSCN2083She didn’t.  On the way home, I got a little car-sick listening to the nonsense.  I don’t recall whether it was that night or the next morning, but she decided I’d be called Aerial.  Yes, spelled THAT way, like a fire service ladder truck, also known as an aerial.  Didn’t hurt that I am also a redhead like Disney’s Ariel.   Mama figured out pretty quickly that I was too plucky for such a soft name.  Plus, people were assuming it was Ariel, and that annoyed Mama to no end…

So, the whole weekend I was called “the baby” which is still a command Sissy performs without fail; “Find the baby!”  Gah.  Humiliating, except when being cute and wee gets me what I want.  We tried on name after name, and finally, Dadaw saw Gretchen Wilson on TV.  He immediately asked Sis if she’d donate one of her names to the baby, ‘cuz Sis is proudly a Redneck Woman.  For me, my namesake’s Here for the Party and All Jacked Up (get it?)  were perfect fits, and so was the name.


Thank goodness Dadaw got me named before this photo, or I might have been Gidget

Anyway, to finish up the story, like Dexter, there weren’t enough blanks on the registration form for me to be Haddon Wood’s Lady Gretchen Greer, so Mama went with my more magical essence and I am registered as Haddon Wood’s Gretchen the Crup.  That’s also a nod to Mugsy, even though I never knew him.  He was definitely pure crup, and it’s an honor to share the title with such a legendary dog. 

Personally, I’m thinking that if I was to change my name, I might go with Paige.  She has reddish hair in many episodes, and she has two different types of magical beings as parents.  Mama won’t let me say too much, but the crup reference is above, and I will tell you my parents are Irish…

How’d you get YOUR name?

No Bunny Ears Here!

April 14, 2011

Happy Dogs on Thursday! Some of our friends have donned bunny ears for a contest. That wasn’t happening here. We did the bunny ear thing last year.


April 2010

I – Gretchen Greer – finally have Mama trained to accept that I do not like stuff on my head or feet. I’ll wear every dress or sweater she gives me, but please… nothing on the head or feet! And I’m not crazy about kerchiefs, even when Mama tries to make them sound more feminine than bandanas.

IMAG0023So, I’m not at all jealous that Sis came home from the vet with a purple, egged bandana. She likes ’em. More power to her. And maybe the Easter Bunny will bring me a new frock instead? A girl can dream…

Does the Easter Bunny come to your house? What are you hoping he leaves in your basket?

Make Way for the Queen

April 11, 2011

Friday evening, Sis and I went to visit Wondervet.  Her eye pressure was FABULOUSLY low – 8!!  (The goal is to keep it below 15.) 

We know Sis is something special, but it still amazes me how quickly she takes over and steals hearts everywhere we go.  I apologize to whomever got put on hold, and to the client waiting at the reception desk when we walked in; the world stops when the Queen makes her entrance.


The Queen on her throne

And yes, that’s what they call her.  Her exam was done right there on the bench, and yes, that’s where the human is intended to sit.  I didn’t give her permission; she just launched up there while I was putting our bags down, and there she stayed.

It really is an honor to care for this crazy, beautiful, loving girl, and her cute, sweet little sister too.

Doggy Sign Language?

April 7, 2011

Photo courtesy of Dogster's article

Happy Dogs on Thursday to you.   Dogster sends me an email pretty regularly, but the latest one caught my eye.   Anyone out there familiar with this book, this concept? 

If you read THIS STORY, the author has documented her success with her own pet.  I would LOVE for Sissy to be able to tell us if her eye is hurting! 

For those of you not inclined to click over, the concept is that you can teach your dog to communicate with you via a special sign language.  The author calls it K9Sign.  Don’t worry my non-canine owner friends…  evidently, it works with other animals too.  Her website is call AnimalSign.

Mabel update

April 2, 2011

Sissy on the beach fall 2009

Actually, it’s really more about a request for good thoughts, vibes, prayer… whatever sort of positive support you are inclined to give. 

Mabel had emergent laser surgery yesterday to relieve the pressure in her eye, and to hopefully restore some vision.   She’s recovering at the same clinic, so Mabel and  her people miss each other already.

Mabel’s a beach gal too… hence the photo.  We’re visualizing you back on the beach, chasing gulls soon, Mabel.