Shout Out to Our Friend!

No, this isn't Auggie. This is our friend, Kosta, who just had a surgery similar to that which I, Violet, had last summer. Now, I have first-paw experience about how hard this can be on the canine and the Mama(s) alike, so Auggie and I, and our feline friends as well as our Mamas, give a big SHOUT OUT to little Kosta, her brother Dundee, and her Mama. We know they're all having a hard time, but Kosta's a big personality in a tiny package, and she'll be feeling better soon! We just know it!

Hello, Sunshine!

It's been too gloomy and rainy here in Seattle for any of us to blog. But, today, we had a reprieve~it was sunny and warmish outside, so the Moms took us canine types to the dog park!

Auggie surprised everyone by being very social - waggy tail, sniffy nose...he even ran around with a couple of smaller dogs here and there. After a l-o-n-g walk at the dogpark, the Moms went to get that stuff called Starbucks, which refreshed them mightily. Then, Curly Mom wanted to go someplace called the "Apple Store," but I don't think they sell apples there. Glasses Mom and the two of us waited outside the store, in the sun.

Inside It's So Delightful

Well, it is still snowing here in Seattle. I am starting to get worried, because even Curly Mommy is starting to get bored. OK, so she's been working working working to try to get everyone's "contracts" (whatever those are) out in time. People are very demanding of my Curly Mommy! Anyway, she's been working really hard, and when she takes a break, she can't go outside and play because of the cold cold weather and the snow. So, instead, she's started a new hobby. You see, my Curly Mommy has become (drum roll, please!) CRAFTY.

You can see that she is taking liberties and using yours truly as a model. The Moms often tell me that I should "get a j-o-b," whatever that means...but now Curly Mommy is using me as a model for her craft. Isn't that work? Isn't that a j-o-b? I think so. Posing makes me tired!



I was so sleepy after modeling for a while that I had to take a nap. Again, I have to give a shout out to Grandma Sandy for making this great and cozy afghan for me. I can sleep on it and be warm without even wearing a sweater. You know I hate wearing sweaters (even though I admit they are needed when it's cold).


Because of the snow, even the kitties are getting stir-crazy. Ok, I admit - they never go outside anyway. They are indoor kitties, as the Moms say this is safer for them. Because Claire needs an outlet for her creativity, she is trying to find a hobby. She can't be crafty like Curly Mommy, so I made a suggestion to Claire...



She should learn how to blog!

Still Snowing!

Today I looked outside, and this is what I saw...

It was scary! My brother AG is having a hard time going outside, if you know what I mean. The snow is almost over his head! I, thankfully, can use a training pad inside and so do not have to get my paws icy and my fur snowy. Thank goodness!

Hmm. Some might say that was "too much information," but I'm only sharing my Ultra Violet point of view, and I'm all about honesty.

Other views from my house? Well, how about these?
I'm beginning to wonder if this much snow is a good thing. I think so, because I'm hoping the Moms will be home with AG and me again tomorrow! My toes are crossed!

I learned today that sometimes humans have to take a shovel and work really hard to get the snow out of the way of the walkways and where the cars need to drive. No, silly - the Moms did not do this. A teenage boy showed up and rang our doorbell today, with a snow shovel in hand, and asked if they wanted to pay him to shovel the driveway and sidewalk! Glasses Mommy said "hell to the yeah!" and Curly Mommy said, "Ok, we'll pay $20!" I think the kid liked that amount, cause he did a super job. He was out there for almost an hour, I swear, scraping and scraping! It was so noisy that of course AG and I (terriers, both) had to let ourselves be known during the whole shoveling process. Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark multiplied about a million times. Or however many times two small but fiesty terriers can bark in an hour when there's a stranger outside the front of their house walking back and forth, back and forth.


All that barking made us tired. Proof you say? I (being the pup of two lawyers) offer the following as Exhibits A and B:

The small cute one is me, wearing the dreaded sweater but I must say super warm all curled up in the argyle, and on top of the fabulously soft and warm afghan that my Grandma Sandy recently made just for me! OK, she made it for the moms, but they are sharing it with me.

Then, there's AG. My, he looks gigantic in this photo! Maybe he really is a big dog like he keeps saying!

Must be the lighting, or the angle. Because although Curly Mommy does call him "sparkplug" sometimes, Auggie is just about the handsomest Yorkshire in town. Who am I kidding? He's THE handsomest dog in town!

Hey - that wasn't me Violet blogging that last sentence! It was The AugDog, aka AG, who heisted my laptop! Darn him!

Winter Wonderland

I know; it's been a while. I have been very busy healing up my legs, though, and so I have not been at my computer as often as I would like. But something happened this week that I just had to share. I have never seen it before, but it is cold and sharp and, well, wonderful. In a word: snow!

This is what it looked like when the Moms took AG and I for a walk this afternoon. The Moms skipped work - they called it a "snow day" - but they were working on their computers ALL DAY except around 1:00 Curly Mom said, "Hey, let's go outside!" Glasses Mom said, "OK! Let's get the jackets!" I thought they meant jackets for them, but then they took out a couple of small jackets and I realized they meant jackets for us! This is AG in his jacket, wrapping his leash around a tree. He can be very, very silly. When I mention going for a "walk," I should be clear: AG and the Mommies walked...I got carried, by Curly Mommy. The Moms said that I am still healing, that I am smaller and more delicate than AG, and that I might get cold faster. I don't know how fast AG got cold, but I was cold right away! I shivered and shivered, even though I had a big fleecy coat on. We didn't stay out long, because the moms wanted us to be warm.

When we got in, they dried off AG's fur, and made us put sweaters on. It was a little embarrassing. I don't like wearing a sweater, but the Moms said it's for the best. And I find that as much as I hate to admit it, they are usually right.

Later on, AG needed to go outside to use the facilities. I really, really wanted to go too! I ran to the door, pushed the hanging bell with my nose, and even barked! Glasses Mommy gave in (she always does!) and I ran outside super fast. The snow was super crunchy, and the air very still. I heard rustling in the bushes by the fence, and stood very still to try to find out what was there.

I never did figure it out.

Almost right away, I felt cold down to my bones. As I walked through the snow, I tried not to put my feet down, but then I couldn't go anywhere! I didn't know what to do, so Glasses Mommy came and picked me up. She had a warm towel with her and she wrapped me up in it to get me warm.



The Moms took me inside, and dried me off. They put me on the heating pad (a square that's bigger than me and always soft and warm!) and then Glasses Mom put my sweater back on me. Darn it!

The only thing that made it better is that AG had to wear his sweater, too. He was a better sport about it, though. That was a first!

Vacation!

How excited was I when the moms said we were going on vacation? And that my brother AG was going to stay with our nice dog nanny, so it would just be me and the moms on the road?!

We drove for a while, then had to wait for a big boat to come. It was called a ferry. It was a short boat ride, and we had to ride in the middle of the boat so I didn't get to hang my head out the window in the ocean wind. When the moms cracked open a window a little bit, though, my nose was going a million miles an hour! The salt and the sea, yum!

When we arrived at a place called an "Inn," I was a little worried. I mean, I know the moms packed my blanket and my otter, but would there be anyplace for me to sleep? Or were we going back home at night? I didn't understand at first, but once they opened the door to our room, I quickly found my spot.

Soon enough, the moms found their spots, too - out on the balcony, overlooking the big ocean (they called it "Puget Sound") and drinking the red stuff - the good stuff. They appeared to enjoy themselves.
The next day, we went walking around a town called Langley. There was a music festival going on, which meant there were men with guitars and fiddles roaming around and playing jingly-jangly songs. I liked it. I got to meet a tall, dark, and handsome man of my own while walking in the sunshine.







He was very sweet, and I didn't even catch his name. Oh, well.


Finally, all that walking and sitting in my carrying bag (those moms, they snuck me in everywhere in that bag! Even a diner, where I sat in the bag on the floor by Glasses Mommy's feet! No one even knew I was there) got to be too much. I was sleepy, and it was time to head home.

It was back to the boat dock for us...to look at the water and wait for the ferry to come and carry us home.

Toga Party? Must Be Feeling Better!

Ok, I know, it's been a while. AG, Harriet, Claire and I have been passing the "dog days of summer" by lazing around the house. Why they call them "dog days" I don't know... I think it might be a bad thing?

Anyway, here's the basics: I, Violey, am feeling much better. My right leg is still a little wonky and I have to be checked again very soon, but I am not crying or whining and so my moms are pretty sure I am not feeling any pain. My fur is growing back but s-l-o-w-l-y so that I am covered with a very, very short chick fur in the back still. Auggie's war wound is totally healed though, it's like a miracle! The moms say he may have a bald spot on his side forever, though. I am going to try not to make fun of him for it, because I'm nice like that.

One good thing about me being a baldy in the back, and AG being a baldy on the side, was that in late August, it got really really hot here in Seattle for a couple of days. AG and I were roaming around the house, circling and circling...the moms called it "pacing." We were also trying to sweat through our feet and by panting, but it didn't work very well!



So, they noticed that we couldn't sit still and that we were just not very happy. They decided that if AG and I wore "togas" we would feel better. I, personally, was not convinced. I had no idea what this "toga" was...and I wasn't very excited about it. But then...Curly mommy told us to get up on Glasses mommy, so we did even though Glasses mommy was hotter than me and Auggie together! Then Curly mommy came to us with wet, cool towels and draped them under our bellies. We tried to resist! First it was kind of shocking, the cool cloth on our bare spots underneath and all. But then, we fell under the spell of coolness and we were pretty much out! Auggie resisted more than me; he tried really hard to stay awake.



Not me though...it was sleepyville all the way for me.



We stayed like that for a really, really long time. More than an hour, til the towels dried up!



Auggie was happy for the rest of the evening. He is really furry you see, so when he gets hot he is unhappy.

Our kitties were unhappy with the heat, too. Harriet has found a dark, cool spot to hide. A couple of days she went in there and hardly came out all day. I saw her coming out to take a snack break, though, and snapped this photo:



She is hilarious!

When she isn't there, she hangs out on a chair with Claire. Even in the heat, they were thick as thieves. They pretend they don't like each other, but really they do. Maybe even LOVE, I think.