Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in blixdeutschdog's LiveJournal:

Friday, June 17th, 2005
2:05 am	Pictures of meee!!!!! Let me tell you what I have been through the last several weeks/months...whew! Well my Daddy doesn't come around anymore. But that's okay, I haven't really noticed. Mommy moved us in with her new "tombmate" Jeremy and we live in relative harmony. I love Jeremy. He takes me walkies when he gets home from work so mom can sleep. Which I know mom is very grateful for. However, the last couple of days did suck. First I got this awful stomach ache and couldn't stop going all over everywhere. I am a good dog and I hated to go on the carpet in the house, but I wasn't sure what to do. Jeremy was asleep and mom was at work. When mom came home from work she was not happy. I knew she wasn't mad at me, but mom was retching and gagging hard from the smell of the messes. I felt bad, she even threw up herself a couple of times. It's hard on mom to deal with those kinds of messes because she takes these hormonees for her cancer and they make her feel pregnant. That and they cause hair to grow in weird places. So in the mornings, poor Mom is always a little nauseated. I am sure that the messes I left certainly sent her reeling. Then she put me on the chain out front. I hate the chain out front because of the other dogs and people. But I think mom just wanted me out of her sight for a minute. However, she made one crucial mistake, she let go of me for one second and BAM! I was outta there. I was only trying to run around and play. I thought mom would enjoy the running around. But when she caught me I did get yelled at. Then mom did something which I found to be rather disturbing. When we got in the door mom laid face down on the couch and started crying and saying: "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." I think mom is stressed out to the max. I know she isn't feeling good. That day mom put me in the bath, which was very unpleasant. But the next day it got worse. Mom came home from work and asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I did and we went. Then she dropped me off at that one place, the groomers. I hate it there because the man tries to cut my toenails. I will bite you. But that was over and done with quickly. Then when mom finally came and picked me up, I looked better but I thought I was free to hang out with mom the rest of the morning. Alas, it was not to be. She took me the vet. I had to get two shots. Rest assured I did nip the vet for this outrage against my person. Finally mom took me home and I had three surprises waiting there for me: a new dog toy, some new kind of food which I like better and a rawhide chewie. Yay Mom!! ...so I guess I forgive her, like my new look? Current Mood: Bald (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
4:22 am	She Dresses Me Up? Gross, mom put a sweater and hat on me because it snowed so hard last night. Yuck, once she took the sweater off I tried to grab it and destroy it. However, she got it from me and put it in my clothes drawer. You read that right, I have so many clothes, I have my own drawer. It's terrible. Mom knows how to make things up to me though. She gave me belly rubbings. Mom is kind of obtuse at times though, hard! I got into the trash and planted two pieces of trash by where Misha was sleeping. Misha got the "Bad Bad lecture" Ha ha!!!!!!! (Comment on this)
Friday, January 28th, 2005
4:07 am	Humans, DUH! Sometimes my mom can be so obtuse. Today she had papers all over the floor and she was sitting in the middle of it. There was a huge stack to the left of her and she kept taking papers off that stack and playing with them: Mom would look at the paper, click her tongue in disapproval and then either make it into a little paper ball (which I wasn't allowed to touch) or in that big drawer, she calls "files." I decided that I needed some attention and time. After all, mom was cleaning the house all day. She got home from work and started cleaning. I barely got a "Hello" or a pat or nothing. Neglect! So I grabbed my tennis ball/bouncy ring and put it up on the stack of papers. Thinking that if I did that, then it was my turn for some playtime. Yay! She took the bouncy ring in her hands, Wait!!??!! She just put it to the side of her and grabbed the next paper. Then her routine started again: tongue clicking sound, paper ball or files. Okay I thought to myself she doesn't want to play with the tennis ball/bouncy ring. So I grabbed my squeeky dalmation plastic toy and put that on top of the papers, sat down and waited patiently for my turn. Again, she just put it to the side of her and went back to the papers. This went on with several more toys, and time and time again, she ignored the toys. "What's wrong Mama?" I said pleadingly with my eyes, (she ignored me and continued to play with the stack of papers) she always has time to play with me. But she just kept tending to the stack of papers. Then when the papers were done, mom had the unmitigated audacity to run the vacumn! Oh the gall! I thought it was "Torture Blix Day" and I thought that for sure she was going to try to clip my toenails or give me a bath or something. However, after all was done, my sweet mama sat on the bed next to me, hugged me and said, "You are a good boy Blix."!!!!!! Then I got belly-rubbings, ear scratches, kisses, some cooing and yes, even some tug-of-war with tennis ball/bouncy ring. All and all, I would say it was a pretty good day. But I still don't understand why the papers were such a high priority. Will humans ever make sense? Mom does laundry and sets it on the bed to begin to hang her clothes up. Then she gets mad at me for jumping and rolling around in them? Um...hello mom, they are all warm and smell like you. Of course, I am going to jump in them. If you don't want me to jump on them, then don't put them on the bed. Humans...*clicks tongue* Current Mood: confused (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
3:06 am	Mean-Spirited Well that was mean-spirited. If anything happened to me right now, it would kill Mom. Sunshine's death brought Mom to her knees emotionally. I am her baby. (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 23rd, 2005
5:10 am	Vet I have to go to the Vet's office this week. I have gummy eyes. Momma thought that if I was groomed, my eyeballs would not goo up so much. That doesn't appear to be the case. In fact it is worse. Why do groomers take away our natural defenses such as eyelashes and eyebrows? We need those to trap airborne particles to keep from hurting our eyes. I know Momma specified to cut my toenails (oh the travesty!) and to leave my eyelashes the hell alone. *der uber sigh* Momma is going to go back to supervising the grooming sessions like she did in mein vaterland. So Momma thinks it is an infection now. I can tell she is worrit. "Perhaps it's allergies mein kinderlieb" she said. We hope so. Poor Misha's eyes are bugging out because of the way the groomer got her.I am not so bad. Why do they do that again? To make us defenseless in the wind and whatnot? Do you wanna hear something disgusting? There are shock collars that hurt you if you speak. I know I speak a lot and loudly but if I am being too bad Momma says, "Shut up Blixen sie." Someone told Mom to get me a bark collar so she went to Petco. It was at this time she discovered that they are very inhumane. Electrical shock??????? Needless to say she got the bitter apple spray instead for my biting and barking. I heard her talking to Auntie Laura. Mom is thinking puppy prozac now or maybe I have a teeth problems which is causing my current nastiness. I bit Mom hard today when she told me to get out of the trash. I drew blood. Maybe I am just pissed off because I spent a whole day at the groomers on Thursday. It's payback time Mom! WHAT DO I NEED? Sunshine and Daisy never gave Mom problems like I do. It's driving mom nutso. I am her fuzzy, 4-legged, baby boy. I am her child. She will stop at nothing to make me happy. Maybe more walkies Mamasita or rides in the car? I think I am cranky. Perhaps I have something wrong. Maybe I am just like a human and have my bad days too!! I do know this and it sucks: I have to go to the vet's office this week. Yucko!!!!! Current Mood: cranky (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 21st, 2005
3:56 am	Thank You! To all Mama's friends who are supporting her right now! And a big "go die" to the backstabbers. Boy, do I have some sharp teeth for you and they are craving your ankles. I had to get groomed today. It sucked. They even cut my toenails. I hate getting my toenails cut more than when Mama threatens me with the "muzzle." Luckily I don't actually have to wear it often. I think about once-a-year I do something so bad that I have to wear it. At least it's a soft muzzle. I think the last time was when I bit Skyler so hard I drew blood. Not my fault, she was the one running and laughing. I was trying to play to! Got the muzzle for a couple of minutes. *pout* They even have a "gentle lead" because I am so bad. I do this on purpose. At any rate, now I look like a turnip on crack and Mama said I look so "pretty." I am a boy, I don't want to be pretty. I want to be tough!! *gggggrrrrrrrrrr...squeak* Yeah TOUGH!!! Current Mood: Canine-o-licious Baby! (Comment on this)
Friday, January 14th, 2005
1:02 am	My Routine Update, I was out of the doghouse this morning, but I got into the trash again when Mama was in the bathroom. I jumped in the tub and Mama told me "out" I ignored her and got sprayed. Wow, Mama is annoyed with me these last couple of days. I think Violet and Skyler's daddy made Mama really upset and she is tired. My routine when Mama gets up in the evening is as follows. I sit at the window and wait for Daddy to come get her. I know that as soon as Mama goes into the shower that Dwight is coming soon. So I sit at the window and watch and wait. Mama gives me attention too, but these last couple of days, I am not on her good side. Perhaps tomorrow I will try a litle harder to behave. NOT! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 12th, 2005
12:09 pm	I am one Brave Canine Last night my Dwight cleaned out my eyebrown gunk and I didn't flinch. I stayed still and I got a cookie for my trouble. I don't understand why Misha got a cookie too, she didn't do nothing special. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 11th, 2005
10:35 am	MOST CRUEL ANIMAL ABUSE I know that Misha and I are yorkies but we do not like the little ponytail on the head which has made our breed so well-known. Mama lured us with ice-cream and then when our defenses were down Mama pounced! She gave us each a ponytail on our heads, Misha's had a pink pontytail holder and I had a blue one. Can you imagine the torture?????????????? Not only did we get them off our heads respectively but I came and sat on Mama's bed and let her know under no uncertain terms that the ponytails are not to be tried again. I jumped right on there and started in my own unique vocal stylings which indicates to Mama that I am most displeased: "ruff ruff ruff!!!" Can you believe that my Mama would put us through such indignity? It's bad enough that I have a sweater, a raincoat, a winter hat, Halloween and Christmas costumes...how demeaning. As I write this I am giving the crustiest look to Mama. Not only does she think that we want to be dressed up, but the ponytails? Disgraceful. I am a boy dog - Misha is a tom-boy=no ponytails or clothes. We are dogs. You know she is talking about getting me booties for when she starts hiking again? Boots? What am I, a toy-breed or something? Geez Louise! It's going to be at least 10 minutes before I forgive Mama for this little indiscretion, no matter how much ice-cream, cookies and treats she has for us. It will probably also take some belly-rubs for me to even think about forgiveness. I am off to pout and possibly to take a nap. Btw "Frozen Paws" ice cream is the bomb! But no ice cream is worth the trauma of ponytails on our heads! Current Mood: aggravated (2 Comments |Comment on this)
1:23 am	Wow Mama is Grumpy! Mama got out-of-bed at 10:05pm like she does every night. I was laying against her door and all she said to me was, "move." Now that was not nice! I guess she hasn't been sleeping, I heard her crying at 5:00pm because she was still awake... So I did what any good little boy would do, I made her laugh. She was getting ready and her purse was open on the bed so I took her "stress ball" then I growled at her and hid under the bed when she tried to get it back! See I know she knows that I am playing because I am laughing even after she took the ball back and reminded me that I have my own toys! Mama loves me, she bought me some bacon treats from the store and I know she is really broke right now. Can't wait to get my teeth on the once Frankenboot now as Mama calls it the "Puke Boot." I have to go as it's time for me to do my rounds. My companions wonder why I sleep all day? It's because I do my rounds all night. Can't they hear the jingling of my collar all night? I am guarding the house from cookie-stealers and other marauders. Geeshk! (Comment on this)
Monday, January 10th, 2005
8:44 am	I LOVE GREEK FOOD!! Mama loves Greek food and so do I. Mama just fed me pita with taziki sauce. Yummy. My first so-called Daddy was a dork. He didn't like any kind of ethnic food. Mama made him some tabouli for a D&D day with his friends and he didn't want to even take it. What a maroon! He abandoned us anyway. Let me tell you the story of my life. ( Read more... ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 9th, 2005
12:00 pm	Flossing I know that some may question: "what kind of canine likes to floss?" or for that matter, "What kind of canine does floss?" Me. My Mama decided early on that good dental hygiene would be a part of my life. Sunshine, you see, was very old and she died of a bad infection in her kidneys which started in her teeth. My poor Mama was very sad because she feels that the infection could have been avoided and Sunshine's life prolonged had she not been deployed by the stupid US Army when the infection came on. Sunshine had been in the care of my mama's former friend. So Mama brushes my teeth, flosses my teeth and give me denta-bones often. She has also promised to never leave me in the care of anyone else but her, again, ever. So I like to floss but only if it's the mint flavored flossing. I also love to be brushed and bathed, but please leave my toenails alone. Why does Mama always trim them?? She is so mean sometimes. Okay, really, nap time. I am going to nap and mama has a "meeting" whatever that is. (Comment on this)
11:33 am	My New Journal! This is my first journal entry ever. Today has not been a busy day. My mama is sad. However bad Mama is feeling today tho' she still took the time to throw the ball for me a bit and give me some cuddlin's. Well I need a nap now, I think Mama is going to get ready and go to some kind of "MEETING". I only know that Mama leaves when she has to go to "MEETINGS", "WORK", "CHERRY PIT", "DANCING" and "MOVIES". The other words in my vocabulary are: Muzzle (which Mama threatens to put on me when I bite my older sisters or my Uncle Kevin. I feel that Uncle Kevin richly deserves to be bitten and often, but Mama gets a bit annoyed. However, it's a soft muzzle and I don't have to wear it often. I am not a puppy anymore, Geesh! But when she says that word, "muzzle" I know that I had better stop what I am doing, whether it's barking or biting.) Cookies Treats Jerky Treats Come Here OFF Down Sit Stay Heel Daddy Mama Outside Walkies Ride Vet (I sure don't like going there!) Groomer (I don't like going there either, but I feel better after it's done.) Well, I am off for a nap. (Comment on this)