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Adventures of Dean-O!
the Wire Fox Terrier.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Support my Hunger Strike

Here is my food dish...


Here is my fave dinner...


So what’s this ???



I am going to go stay with Uncle Bert this weekend, so the Dogmother has decided that I will have to eat KIBBLE for my visit. Something about Uncle Bert not appreciating bloody bones buried in his new white loveseat...

Surely he will know that a well-aged bone is yummiest? So it gets a little stinky in our hot weather. I really don’t think that our humans understand the finer things in life!

Anyway, all this past week the Dogmother has been filling my food dish with kibbles -- something that I have always regarded as an occasional late night snack, NOT dinner. I have been demonstrating my disgust by refusing to eat this unnatural stuff. It’s a hunger strike!

(I wait until all hope of a real bone has passed & the Dogmother is asleep before cleaning out the dish & in the morning, tell her that we must have had really, really hungry late night visitors.)

So far, it’s not working.

Next, I have to choose only my most favourite toys to take with me...

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Monday, July 16, 2007

Been so long...

Hey guys! I know that it has been a long time since my last post, but we’ve been going through a rough patch. The Dog Mother had a nasty accident, hopping over a doggie gate & breaking a coupla toes. Well, things went from bad to worse & for the past months she has not even been able to give me, MOI!, a decent walk.

In fact, I would say that I have been taking HER for slow, slow little walks...and then she needs a big rest.

Anyway, the hospital finally gave her a date (August 8th) to go in & get her foot reconstructed & she will be off her paws for a whole 12 weeks & I am going to go stay with my Uncle Bertie. True, I will be reunited with my old pal Suki the Shitz Tsui, but I do not want to leave my own Dog Mother & am demonstrating my unhappiness by sticking to her like Velcro!

Besides...here is a picture of my ’back yard’. (Not a great picture, I will admit, as it comes from the local newspaper.) I can’t believe that I have to give up the mountain to move down below Sherbrooke Street.


See? We live in the building on the left, nestled on the flanks of Mount Royal. The MGH (Montreal General Hospital) is across the street.

Mom says that she will give Uncle Bert our camera so he can send her our pix, but I think that it would be better if he hiked us up the hill for a daily visit!!! We can always take our pix along the way...

Well, stay tuned friends to see if terrier love overcomes all!!!

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