I've been busy...so sue me!

It's been awhile since I've written. I have been so busy. I have been doing well in my Family Dog classes and mom is very proud of me. This past week though, mom chose not to take me to the class. She and Dad went without me. That was because she dragged me to Lynchburg to see my Uncle L.J. for his birthday. I had a great time there and really enjoyed seeing my cousins Bean (a Jack Russell/Beagle mix), Penny (a Beagle), Hunter (a golden retriever), Cracker (a Pit Bull) and all the kitties. Bean was the only one that they would leave out with me, although Cracker got to stay out fore a short while mom was concerned that if Cracker jumped on me that I would start a fight...geez. I did get to chase the kitties, but Uncle L.J. did not think that was funny at all and squirted me with a water bottle. Little does he know that I love squirting water- especially from a hose. That my favorite.
Anyway, the trip wore me out and I was not feeling too well by Monday afternoon when Mom and I got home. So, Mom decided I would be too tired and grouchy to go to class. I think she brought homework home though.
Mom and Dad have been taking Ollie to Rally class too. Ollie told me that he really likes Rally Dog classes. I'm not too sure that I would like it much. I think that Flyball is more my kind of sport! I would be kick-butt at Flyball!

Mom has been very tired lately as she and dad and fellow neighbors have been very busy trying to defeat Wawa from building a super store in our neighborhood. Not that Mom hates Wawa or anything, because she doesn’t – she is just trying to get them to see how bad it is to build a big commercial, busy gas station in a small historic neighborhood. The fight has been going on since June last year and she is really getting tired of it. I think things are coming to a head, but this Wawa fight has really cut into my valuable Mackie time!

A Super Bowl from a Super Friend!

There are a few of you who don’t realize that I have a lot of wiry friends out there (can you imagine that?). Mom and I are on the Wirefoxterrier list on yahoo groups and the Fox Terrier Network. Both groups are made up of folks who have very good taste and love Wire Fox Terriers (what else?!)

There are lots of beautiful girls and some fun boys on the list. One of my great pals is Axel. Some of you already know about Axel as he is a world famous WFT who has the best blog.

Axel is not quite a year old and lives with his mom, Daniella and dad, Ron in Philly. Axel is quite the busy WFT pup, lately stealing a brownie from mom Daniella’s purse and eating her cell phone, lipstick and eye liner. He is mischievous and always into something. Just my kind of friend!!

My dad says that Wire Terriers are like Jack Russell’s on steroids. Isn’t that great, and how true! We are a bit bigger (actually, I am a lot bigger at 28 lbs) but we have more muscle, jump higher, run faster and are generally more bouncy that a JRT. Mom always says we are what terriers were supposed to be before people calmed us down to live inside.

Anyway, my dear friend Axel has a couple of girls fighting over him and his bid for the SuperBowl winner. Axel really doesn’t care much about the SuperBowl (like me) but he sent me what his idea of a super bowl is! A giant bowl filled with kibble, dingo treats, a big bone, his mom’s cell phone and make-up and other stuff like that. Then Axel decided to add an edible sock and a very smelly squirrel to the bowl (much like the one that my dad stole from me).

Axel, my dear friend wrote on his blog, saying, “Speaking of Bowls - I had a request from Mackie to add another tasty treat to my SuperBowl Extra Large - a few chewable socks. You got it buddy! And I know you never asked, but because I dig you and your blog - I'm even going to throw in a dead squirrel, a real stinky one like the one your Dad confiscated last year. I'm such a generous fella, that I'm even going to share my Bowl with you!”

He is going to share his bowl with me - now that is one cool guy! Thanks Ax!
Mom says you can come share my house if you want to when your parents are off getting hitched. If you can share your bowl, than I can share my yard and house. (I probably won’t share my bed though, sorry buddy!)

Mackie...master trainer....

So, I just wanted to keep everyone up to date with what is going on with me. I attended my second Family Dog training class on Monday. Mom says I did beautifully! I'm not sure what the big fuss is all about- mom asks me to do something, I do it and then I get a piece of chicken. You would have to be dumb not to do it. Did I mention that I get a good piece of chicken? There were a lot of other dogs in the class too. A standard poodle, a golden retriever, a German shorthaired pointer, a border terrier, a jack Russell and several German Shepard’s. Have I mentioned that I don’t particularly care for German Shepard’s? They stare at you right smack dab in the eye…now I don’t know about you, but that seems kind of weird to me. Monday I got placed right between two big Shepard’s, not a good idea. I think they are afraid of me though…they have to know that I would kick their butts.

I heard mom and dad talking that they may put Ollie in a class too. I think it needs to be remedial training! HeHeHe! They were saying maybe Rally class for him. I’m not sure what that is, but I sure hope he learns how to behave better in it. Have I mentioned that Ollie and I are getting along better these days? Mom is very proud of us, she tells me all the time. She caught Ollie and I on the sofa lying together last week and swears she is going to tell everyone. Can’t a guy get a break?

Not another brother!!

Man! Did I have a busy weekend! Dad’s friends, Shawn and Elizabeth came to visit this weekend and they brought their dog Bart. Bart is a pretty good boy and didn’t try to start any fight or anything so I thought he was okay. Bart had just had surgery to remove some of his teeth- Ouch! You can see where they shaved Bart's leg to give him the sleepy juice.
Bart and Ollie really liked each other and I think Ollie was begging Shawn and Elizabeth to take me home and leave Bart with mom and dad. The only thing that Bart did that I didn’t like was get near my mom. I tried to tell him early on that she is my mom and not to even look at her. He tried a few times to steal her from me- but no way, man. I took action. A good growl and a few lunges let him know I was serious.
Sunday, Dad, Shawn and Elizabeth all went for a long bike ride. I was upset to see them go as you can see in the picture of me looking out of the window. I didn't care that they were leaving, but I did care that they seemed to leave and leave Bart. I was afraid I was getting another brother and God knows I don't need another brother!
Tonight is my first real night of Family Dog training. I get to show everyone the stuff I have been working on with mom. One of the stupid things is that I get a treat for touching my nose to her hand. I still have no idea where this is going and maybe I’ll find out more tonight. All I know is that mom prepares some very yummy treats for me. Chicken, scrambled eggs, and tuna fish you name it. I’m getting some good, good stuff. I’ll need to have a talk with this trainer lady to tell her that I don’t appreciate having to do these mediocre tricks to get a decent treat. I’ll let you all know how that goes.

There are worse things to eat than socks..want proof?

I've taken a lot of slack off of folks for my refined sock eating habit. We can't really call it a habit, but I have eaten a few socks in my days. I just want to say to everyone to get off my back! I'll tell you why. my good friend Axel has proven that there are worse things to eat. Axel told the story-
"Yesterday Mom and Dad took me to Lemon Hill and I saw this tasty looking thing on the ground, so I put it in my mouth, gave it a chew and down it went. Dad was waving his arms and Mom was positively wretching! They didn't seem to want me to enjoy this particular snack. I heard them call it a condom - don't have clue what that is, but it had a good rubbery taste. Mom and Dad told me I couldn't lick them for at least 24 hours! What could all the fuss be about?"
See what I mean? that's worse than a smelly sock. Besides, mom never said that I couldn't give her kisses after the sock. I do hope that Ax coughs up his find up soon and that he is okay. Yesterday the poor fellow lost his manhood- you know, those little fellows back there that let us make pups.
Fear not, dear Ax, things will get better soon!

What? Family Dog class? Hello.. I am already a family dog...geez!

Last night Mom decided to torment me with tuna fish. Seems all this talk about training lessons and Family Dog classes have led up to her finding new ways to harass me. Mom and Dad were talking “blah, blah, blah, treat, blah, blah, blah, tuna fish, blah, blah, blah, cheese” and then mom opened a can of tuna and a slice of cheese and put them on a plate for me, just me! Wait, hold on, that’s not how it went at all.

Mom put it on a plate and then put me in a chain collar and on a leash to go nowhere at all- just into the living room. She kept trying to get me to touch her hand with my nose, and then I’d get a piece of tuna. How completely stupid is that? What is this all about? I truly hope that this class doesn’t put more idiotic ideas in her head. She said that I get to go with her next week I’ll be sure to set the instructor straight then.

Brotherly love. Blah, blah, blah.

I think its called brotherly love. It's what Ollie and I don't share. Ollie is my brother and is much bigger than I am. I am older by about a year. Ollie is a Bearded Collie, a herding dog. Know what that means? It means that he is a complete control freak! You can see it in the photo. Here I am minding my own business, returning with the ball that mom threw for ME. And along comes Ollie running beside me and telling me what to do. I already know what to do! Ollie won't even let me pee or poop in peace. He thinks he needs to control me doing that too. Can't a guy get a break?

Ollie and I don't get along real well. Dad says we are not compatible because I am a terrierist, I mean terrier and because Ollie is a herding dog . Mom says it’s because we are both so spoiled; I am sure she meant to say that it is because Ollie is so spoiled.

Sometimes Ollie gets near mom and that makes me mad. Sometimes Ollie gets one of my toys and that makes me mad. Sometimes Ollie is in the same space that I am in and that makes me made too. Sometimes I hear Ollie grunt, sigh, whimper, moan, groan, breathe, bark or whatever and that makes me mad. He just plain makes me mad.

What I haven’t told you is how Ollie runs into me and knocks me for a loop. He thinks its funny, and I think that Dad does too because he never tells him not to do it. But let him do that in front of mom and she flies off the handle! Boy, does she get mad. No matter how many times Mom tells him not to, he still does it…..duh Ollie, that means stop!

Sometimes Ollie and I fight. Mom and Dad think they have it figured out. If the fight starts in the house, they figure I started it. If the fight starts outside, they figure Ollie started it. Hello…don’t you two know anything? Ollie starts all of the fights. Geez.

Oh, to be an only dog!

The after Christmas blues....

Christmas was pretty good. My grandma gave me the greatest gift; my very own squirrel. Now, mind you it’s not a real squirrel, and I know that despite these humans’ attempts at trying to trick us canines, but it has a really good tail that is almost like real. It was a really good gift. I got other gifts that were pretty good too, like my new tug of war toy that you see me and my dad playing with. Dad likes it if I play with him pretty hard.
One thing I didn't understand was when mom and dad came home with big bags of what I could easily smell were dog toys and they kept them from me. Later, I saw mom putting them in boxes and dad taking them off to the post office. Mom said they were going to needy Wires that live in Montreal. Come-on already...I am a needy wire. I need those toys. Geez. But, mom said those other dogs had it really bad and needed for us to show them that we love them, so off went my toys. I guess its okay.
The best part about Christmas was that mom and dad stayed at home with me for a whole week. Mom was around for naps and kisses and dad was available for play at almost any time. I did have a few busy days running to my grandparents, so I was glad when mom and dad headed off to the train museum in Pennsylvania so I could catch up on my rest. They are so high maintenance.
So, now mom and dad are back at work and I am back in my routine of being alone during the day. Yesterday I was feeling a bit grouchy about it. I liked it better when they were off and home with me. It kind of gives me the after Christmas blues.
I hope that all my family, friends and wiry friends had a wonderful holiday and happy New Year.

Slainte'. (Pronounced slahn-chuh is Irish for Cheers!)

Maybe there is a Santa Claus?

We Wires must be the cutest things alive. I'm sure of it, besides mom tells me so all the time and mom is always right. This is a picture of Agatha a new baby girl wire owned by Diane Grobman who also is mom to baby boy Archie.

There is some good news to report. The wire terriers from the Montreal puppy mill disaster are getting some help. Thanks to the SPCA and a great group of rescuers the pups got out of the hell they were living in. Many of them are now living in foster homes with families who fell in love with them instantly. It is amazing how they report that these WFT's are so sweet after living in those deplorable conditions. Now the folks on the Wire Fox terrier list are working hard to get other help to them. Daniella Slon really heroined the cause and worked tirelessly to get the word out and to try to get help from pet organizations. Daniella even got PetSmart to commit to helping these wires. So, I am asking everyone who reads this post, who has a dog or god forbid a cat, to shop at PetSmart and let them know by emailing Charities@SSG.PETsMART.com and tell them you are buying from them because they supported the Puppy mill Wire Terriers in Montreal. This is really important. They need to know that they are doing good so that they will continue to do so.
The next thing YOU CAN DO is to send Cristmas gifts to these dogs. I can't tell you how lucky I am to live with my mom and dad and how lucky my cousins are too, but there are dogs all over the world who are in need of help. Here is one situation where you can make a difference without spending too much money or taking in another dog... SEND PRESENTS! SEND A SWEATER! This wires are in dire, dire need!

This is another effort that Daniella organized...OPERATION HOLIDAY CHEER!

If you would like to send a holiday gift to the Montreal Foster Wires, Daniella organized with Christine Downs to receive the gifts and then distribute them to the SPCA/Elizabeth Pierce. Thanks to Christine for generously offering to take this on! Christine lives in a doorman building so there is always someone there to sign for parcels saving shleps to the PO. Not only is Christine offering to collect the gifts, she will also get them to the SPCA (no small feat as Christine is awaiting foot surgery and the shelter is a good drive away) and "I will take the digital camera so everyone can see the doggie joy." You rock Christine!

To avoid incurring custom duties etc, please make sure you do the following:

1. Mark it as a GIFT with a low value e.g. $10 (Any value above $40 incurs customs)
2. Make sure that you put the recipient phone number on the package. Christine's number is 514-680-8487
3. Remove all price tags!

Christine's Mailing Address is:

Christine Downs
1745 Cedar Ave., #303
Montreal, QC H3G 1A7
CANADA

Daniella says, "I am sure many of our dogs have zillions of toys, some which they ignore, so feel free to send second hand ones too! "
One smart cookie that Daniella is. I think I have a few toys at home and maybe mom can take me shopping this weekend.
I can't wait for Christmas, I know I'll get a lot of toys, but won't it be nice to know that 101 dogs have been rescued and will have a nice Christmas for the first time ever? Maybe there is a Santa Claus afterall.

Mean people suck!

This week mom and I learned about a terrible, terrible thing that has happened in Montreal, just to find out about more atrocities in Missouri. Mom and I learned, through the WireFoxTerrier list that the SPCA and police in Montreal raided a puppy mill where they found 101 Wire Terriers living, dying and dead in the most deplorable conditions. I mean, you can't even imagine anything this bad. The SPCA says, “The inside of this home was filled with an overwhelming stench, resulting from an elixir of excrement and decomposing dog carcasses. The waste was so prevalent within the home that it was piling-up into heaps." The SPCA was able to take 25 of the dogs, 22 of the 101 had to be put to sleep immediately due to their poor health. The good people at the Montreal SPCA worked hard to clean and shave the dogs and are trying hard to find new foster homes for them until they can release them after the trial. The thing that makes me sick is that anyone would even consider giving these dogs back to this sicko...or for that matter not sending him on the fastest train right off this earth to where his soul will end up..straight to hell. The SPCA there has been able to find some great people to foster some of these WFT's. Others are still in vet care or awaiting a nice home. The SPCA says it is overwhelmed with Vet costs, grooming costs and the costs of fostering and transporting these dogs. I hope everyone will find it in their hearts to send a donation, no matter how small to the SPCA in Montreal to help with these dogs. Paypal donations can be sent here or mail to:
The Canadian Society for the Prevention of Cruelty against Animals-
5215, Jean-Talon
West Montreal, QC
H4P 1X4
By telephone:(514)735-2711 ext. 224

Also, a lady on the WFT list is hosting an EBAY auction where all the proceeds would go to the Montreal SPCA...what a great idea!

Then mom and I found out from the wonderful people at the American Fox Terrier Rescue that there are several WFT's in Missouri that are to be rescued from a puppy mill there. Although they can't get all the dogs they are getting a few, and some who have lost their legs and ears to meanness. These dogs are very aggressive from living on top of on another three or four to a crate and ever, ever getting out. The miller said he didn’t care if they came to get them because they were just to be "hammered and burned". This is how they get rid of dogs; they clobber them in the head with a hammer and throw their bodies in a pit to burn. As one miller said “A bullet is cheaper than a vet". I truly cannot understand why we cannot seem to stop these people from doing things like this, and worse yet, they when we do find them, they get some small fine and sent on their ways to do it again. these people should be made to suffer. We need strict laws.
My mom always says that she does not understand why it isn't understood that a society that won’t punish for abuse of its weakest members (animals, children, and the elderly) can think for a minute that they are civilized or can prevent murder and such. If we can’t protect our weakest, how can we protect anyone at all? This really is a sad world we live in.

My new Gorilla rocks!

November 20 was my 5th birthday and I think the best birthday I have ever had. Mom loves me so much I got extra hugs and kisses, if that is even possible. I had been sick since Friday, so mom said I would have to wait for my cupcake, what a bummer. But, mom and dad made up for it by all the presents I got...tons! All of my presents were pretty good but I especially loved my new gorilla. It yells and squeals and it only took me about ten minutes to chew its little heart into pieces. I made it stop yelling at me! I was pretty happy with myself!
Monday after my birthday Ollie decided he wanted to play with my new Gorilla. I didn't want to share any of my new toys, but i especially didn't want to share my new Gorilla. When he took it, it made me very angry and I went to get it. He gave it up to me, but not easily. Then, Ollie took another one of my toys and when I went to get that from him we got in an all out fight. This made mom and dad really mad and mom took all of my toys away from me and put them in the closet. BUMMER! What a crappy day after my birthday. Ollie always manages to get me! Regardless of this, I think Mom and Dad are pretty good to me since I got so many gifts. i just wish it were like this everyday. I can't wait for Christmas.

Squirrels and birthdays and other good stuff!

Next Sunday is my birthday. Actually, it will be my 5th birthday. Mom says she has a hard time believing that I will be 5 and I think that is because I didn't live with my mom and dad the first 2 1/2 years of my life. I know that mom and dad are planning something for me...mom said so. So, I am hoping that mom has gotten me plenty of new toys since most of my toys are looking pretty bad these days. I also hope that I get some special treat. Mom told me about Amy and Jeeves on the WFT list. Amy got Jeeves a butterscotch cupcake for his birthday....yummy! Mom has to figure out a way to top that (I hope!) Chocolate would do just nicely, but mom says I can never, ever have it. Sometimes people suck. Actually, the thing I am most hoping I get is my dead squirrel. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I killed a squirrel last week. Dead. Did it all by myself too. I finally caught one of those dang varmits and shook it to death. I think that is an appropriate way for it to die. These darn squirrels get up in the huge Pecan trees in my yard and throw the pecans at me. They have even hit me in the head once or twice. That makes mom angry with them too. So, I killed one, and no sooner did I kill it then Dad came out to steal it. I told him, "Get away from my squirrel and get your own". I think that came out as a growl. Anyway, dad didn't seem to find it funny since he hollered at me and mom came to scoop me up. That was only after I bit his foot. He had crossed the line and gotten too close to my squirrel. Mom brought me inside and calmed me down. When I went back outside, there was no squirrel...Dad had STOLEN IT! So I have asked for my squirrel back for my birthday. I know it must be good and smelly by now, just the thing for a good terrier like me. Maybe mom will get me one of these shirts.

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