The sock comes forth, and other news about the banging...

Good news! I finally disposed of the infamous sock. My mom was terribly worried about me and to tell you the truth, I was starting to feel a bit under the weather. Anyway, I presented the sock on Wednesday. It's out of my tummy now and I am feeling much, much better - that of course, all save the incessant banging in the house. Mom and Dad have been busy working on the kitchen, and I must say that things are looking much better in there. I just wish they were finished. I hate to be in the house when they are banging on stuff, which places me outside or upstairs in the sleeping porch room. I would much rather be with my mom, but she seems busy helping dad work on the kitchen remodel. Hopefully they will be done soon. Here are a few pictures of the progression of the kitchen. I took these myself this morning...I'm pretty handy with a camera!

What's with all the banging?

I don't know what all the fuss is about, but apparently mom and dad have gotten some fancy rocks for the kitchen. Mom sat there for about an hour last night just looking at these stupid things and not paying me any mind. It's starting to irritate me. Besides, I got locked upstairs Wednesday all day and now again today so that some strangers can come into the house and mess with the stuff. This whole "kitchen remodel" is for the cats (he, he! Like that? No more of this its for the dogs crap!). I can't imagine why mom and dad would spend money on new stuff for the kitchen. The old stuff worked perfectly well. I think it was Ollie's idea. He always needs to be so fancy. He insisted on the stupid fence outside and I know I heard him insist on redoing the wooden floors downstairs. Now that was just stupid; if one of us try to play or run or just plain have fun, mom and dad yell and say "not on the floors!". Geez. Makes me wonder what limitations are in store for us in the kitchen. The only good thing I can say is that this new stuff in the kitchen really seems to make mom happy. I just hope that they stop running off to Salisbury to go to the home stores and stop leaving me behind at home with Ollie. It's just not worth all that. Oh, and stop locking me upstairs. This kitchen remodeling stuff stinks. I hope this is just planning for a big birthday party for me next month…then it would be worth it!

Sock Eater....

Seems these days Mom is not as happy with me as she usually is. I think it all goes back to Wednesday night when I ate that sock. Now, you have to understand that I've eaten several socks in my time, sometimes with success and they pass on through, and once, as a puppy they had to surgically remove it. Mom is paranoid. I have managed to pass socks since I've been an adult. She doesn't understand just how good they are. They are all smelly with the scents of the people I love.
I have gotten over my other bad habit of biting people when they try to take socks (or undies or washcloths) away from me. I used to just rip into them. That clearly made everyone understand that I have ownership of the cloth item now. It's mine; find your own stinking sock. Anyway, I used to bite people pretty hard. I'm pretty sure that was what got me sent to the vet to be put to sleep. Thankfully the Dr. recognized what a great boy I am and found me a new home with my mom and dad. I ripped into them a few times too, but now they just ask nicely and say "please", and I give them up. Wednesday night I managed to get one down before mom could get to me. I hadn't had a sock in so long and I thought I was going to go into withdrawl. Now, mom is threatening to take me to the Dr. to have my belly cut open again. Sometimes people just don't get it, and I hate mom to be disappointed in me. I know she says she’s worried…but why?

The proceeds should go to me....

Yesterday mom got to see one of her favorite people...Rich. Rich is a lot like mom in that he and Ken are dog crazy. Mom really likes that. Anyway, Rich tood mom about the greatest new thing. The post office will now let you print your own stamps with the photo of your choice. Mom, of course, has to have a sheet of stamps with my beautiful picture on it. The only thing is that I think that instead of charging more for these stamps, the post office should realize how lucky they are to have my face gracing their otherwise ugly stamps and they should start paying me! Don't they know that I am a star?
Today isn't such a bad day; Dad is staying home with me today. It's a rainy mess outside, so I like to curl up on my favorite blanket and get some much needed rest. I like to be all bouncy when mom makes it home. She has come to expect my bouncing head up and down in the front door glass when she comes up the stairs. Somehow she just can never get enough of that!
I think this weekend is pretty busy for Mom and Dad. Can't say that I am pleased about it though. Usually when they are busy, that means they aren't home much. Dad has a 100 mile bike ride on Saturday. Now, I am a jock, but even Dad puts me to shame. Mom says that there is a big all Terrier dog show in Blue Bell, PA this Sunday that they are going to. I can't even imagine why. They have the world’s cutest terrier right here at home....
Aren't I just the most adorable thing you've ever seen?

New Door

My dad has been working hard to build a new door for the house and I can't say that I'm very happy about it. Not that it's not a beautiful door- because it is, but he wasn't very thoughtful of me and my needs when he built it. All the windows are clear at the top of the door. How am I suppose to see out when I jump up? Besides, my mom thinks it is the cutest thing in the world to see my little head and ears pop up and down in the windows of our current door when she comes home. I always get extra kisses for that!
Dad has been working really hard on the door and mom says it is made of something called quartersawn white oak- whatever that means. I just know that when I do my jumping thing and scratch the door that dad won't have any sense of humor about it. Sometimes, when dad is upset with me - he mugs me. Once, he swore that I owed him ten dollars and he mugged me to get it back. He only pulls that stuff when mom isn't home. She never lets him beat me up. Mom forgets sometimes though that I am a tough boy and that I don't need her to protect me. It's just a game I play to make her feel good.
Anyway, check out dad's new door. Mom is really excited about it and we are all proud of dad.

Pool Hunter...

I keep telling my mom that it is still warm enough outside to let me swim in the pool. Sometimes parents stink...they put my pool away and I would love to still play in it. Have I mentioned how much I love the water? I have a cousin, Traveller and another cousin Hunter who are both golden retrievers and they love the water too, but I like more than just to swim in it. I love the hose! Especially if mom or dad aims it at me! I love to try to catch the water. It reminds me of a snake, and I like to attack anything that reminds me of a snake. This makes my grandma Eve happy. She hates snakes. I wish I could show her how I'd tear one up....Mackie the great white snake hunter....hmmmnnnn..

I'm a star! I told everyone that I had potential!

Good Morning everyone! I see that some nice people got online and checked out my blog -yippee! My grandma and my Aunt Michelle are two of those people - I just love them so much! My Aunt Michelle comes to see me and lets me sit on her lap and give her my frantic kisses. My mom tries to stop me, but because my Aunt Michelle laughs and laughs, I know she likes it. I like to kiss people, especially the girls. My grandma is very nice to me. I got to spend a lot of time with her when I first came to live with my mom. Grandma is gentle with me and calls me a little lamb. Grandma knows that I am a very handsome boy and never forgets to tell me that.
I also got a message from Domino who shares her home with my Aunt Kelli. I only met my Aunt Kelli once, but I liked her and hope that she will come visit sometime so she can get some of my kisses too!
Today I've spent a bit of time looking at the big storm that is coming again. My mom and I are praying for the people in the south as I remember it was just a few weeks ago that a big storm hit and hurt a lot of people. The worse part is that there were so many dogs that were left to fend for themselves. Mom promises that that would never happen to me, but we are sad for the dogs that it has happened to. Hopefully, people will know to get out with their dogs this time. I decided to donate some money to the Humane Society for their role in saving those dogs. Maybe you'll help too!

Who I am...Who am I? You know what I mean...

Hi! My name is MacInturff and I am a nearly four year old Wire Fox Terrier. I live in Maryland with my mom and dad and my brother Ollie. I was named after a couple of brothers who are good friends of our family. See, mom says they don't have kids, so I am their namesake. (I hope that comes with an inheritance.) My friends call me Mackie - so feel free to call yourself my friend and call me Mackie!

My mom and dad took me in a few years ago from a nice woman who decided I was just too much for her. See, I had a terrible habit of putting my mouth on people when I had done something bad, but now I'm over that. My mom and dad made me change my ways and now I have found my sweet and loving nature. Well, that is except when my barking brother Ollie makes me mad. I'll tell you more about Ollie in a later post.

My dad says I am a total clown and I like that. Usually if I do something that gets a laugh, I try to do it over and over. My folks really like that!

I like to spend my afternoons sleeping in a sun puddle until dad gets home to let me out to torment the squirrels. That is my second favorite thing to do. I love tormenting the squirrels. I have yet to catch one, but they don't know that. My favorite thing to do is play with water, especially out of the hose - that is most definitely the best thing of all.

Anyway, I have a lot to say, and have big opinions about things for such a little boy. I hope you all will enjoy reading my thoughts and about my antics. Be sure to share!

Mr. Mackie