Hello:

Here we are on Sunday, after

a very busy weekend.

Of course, I went to the groomer on

Thursday so I would look good for my

most important weekend company!

My Sissie E.Rabbit came to visit us.

She and Teka get along well...

Plus, I was quite busy showing

Miss Asta around town.

Here we are at the Picasso exhibit.

In the Wirey Room...which is

not usually open for viewing, but

we were allowed to visit it.

For more pictures of the Exhibit, see Asta's

blog, where you can also see pictures of the

new puppies over at Rock Creek Scotties.

I hope you had a wonderful weekend too.

Gussie

Plans for the weekend

Hey Y'all

Gussie here....trying to finalize my plans for the weekend.

My sissie E.Rabbit is coming to visit muzzer and dad, and of course, she will bring pressies for me and Teka, too.

But....most wonderful of all, my very bestsest and sweetest doggie friend Miss Asta is coming too!

Wooooo HOOOOOO...I am gonna have a good time.

Most fortunately, my sissy and Miss Asta like to do of the same things, so I am going to be their escort extraordinaire for the weekend.

Of course, I will take them out to dinner on Friday, and I have told E.Rabbit to choose the place and time, because she is a FOODIE! And I know that she was raised to eat well (muzzer cooks stuff all the time.)
So, since that is taken care of...Saturday morning very early we will go to the Virginia Museaum of Fine Arts to see the Picasso exhibit. It is only there for one more month, and we have been having visitors who come to town to see it.

So, I signed up to be a member and I am actually recovering my membership in admission fees and discounts! Wooo HOOOO...I am a PATRON of the ARTS.
I've been to see it a couple of times, scoping out the pictures, and the one above is my most favorite. I think that is because it reminds me of Miss Asta's Mommi, who is an artist herself and truly bootiful. Plus, she lets me taste stuff before she puts it on the table!
And then I think we will head for the Valentine History Museum, because I am thinking that the ladies will enjoy this exhibit of dresses from the first ladies of our land. I took muzzer, but she just got depressed over the small waistlines on the dresses, and I know Miss Asta and E.Rabbit won't be worried about that.
Then we will take this bus back to Carytown for a late lunch and an afternoon of shopping.
How am I doing? Any suggestions for other things we should do? Let me know. I am heavily invested in this weekend, ya know?

Gussie

Opening Day

Happy Opening Day to all my Buddies, regardless of team affection or affiliation.

Here is an oldie but goodie, with my sissie E.Rabbitt, her friend from before birth, Robbie and their friend Fredbird! We can't tell you how long ago this was taken, because then you would know how truly old the Abbott-Rabbitt is!

kisses

gussie

Counterpoint

Look, internet doggies. I, Eartha Kitteh, am here to speak with you about this game called basketball (which, as far as I can tell, is not as fun as the game called fetch).

The lady I live with, E. Rabbit, says this dog named Gus that she says is my uncle is all sorts of bummed because both teams called "Terriers" are out of the Basketball Tournament.

I would like to point out that by contrast, TWO teams called "Cats" are still in the tournament: the Cats of Kentucky and the Cats of Arizona.

She says these teams are both "Wild Cats," which I thought meant cats who live in the out of doors, as I used to before I moved in with her. But she says they are actually BIG MEAN CATS who live in the mountains and eat smaller cats and dogs and bunnies and things.

I think that sounds like a pretty sweet gig, if you ask me.

She also says that SHE is one of the Wild Cats from Arizona. And then she sings a song called "Bear Down, Arizona" to prove this.

Let us review the evidence, internet doggies and people:

1) She thinks a dog called Gus is my uncle.

2) She thinks another dog called Teka is my cousin.

3) She thinks she is a Wild Cat.

4) She thinks that a song about bears is evidence.

Clearly, this lady is not so bright. But regardless: Go Cats!

Oh Yeah

My dad says we are not burning the TV yet, because the University of Richmond Spiders (Arachnid, Arachnid, trap them in your web?) are still in the playoffs.

And since they pay for the kibble bill around here, I guess they get equal time.

And, if they make it to the big dance (what - EVER) Dad says he will get me a new leash with spiders on it.

Oh Yay

Gussie

Terriers Eliminated from NCAA tournament!

Dad can burn the TV now.

There will be no more College Basketball for me until next year. BOTH teams (Boston College and Wofford) that have terriers as a mascot have been eliminated from the Tournament in the first round.

The mascot for both teams looks like my pal Joe Stains, shown to the right.

Joey is looking a little glum here. I guess he was looking forward to a bit more fame and lots of good shots of him at courtside as "his" teams advanced in the dance.

But I think Joey would have found it a bit too cold for his liking if his teams made the final four in Houston. So I hope he stays warm and happy in Azrizona and enjoys the sunshine.

(which I miss, just a bit.)

Gussie

Take me to the Mardi Gras!

Me and Miss Asta are in New Orleans for a bit of pre Mardi Gras pawtying!

After some difficulty with the crabs for the gumbo escaping from their boxes at JFK in New York, we have officially arrived and met up with some of our pals.....

Here we are with Jake and Miss Fergi having Big Nets at the Cafe Du Monde! Miss Asta and Miss Fergi had that chicory coffee stuff. Me and Jake stuck with the CoCola (see, I can talk Southrin!) A most Welcome Side Effect is that CoCola is quite simpatico with Terrier Vibes, so we should be able to stay awake until early Wednesday morning, which is what Asta and Fergie have in mind anyway!Asta and I had to stop and eat some crawfish (or crayfish, whichever you prefer) and so we picked up a half a basket of crabs to replace the ones we had to abandon at the airport.

C'mon take me to the Mardi Gras

Where the people sing and play

Where the dancing is elite

And there's music in the street

Both night and day

Hurry take me to the Mardi Gras

In the city of my dreams

You can legalize your lows

You can wear your summer clothes

In the New Orleans

And I will lay my burden down

Rest my head upon that shore

And when I wear that starry crown

I won't be wanting anymore

Take your burdens to the Mardi Gras

Let the music wash your soul

You can mingle in the street

You can jingle to the beat

Of Jelly Roll

Nobody says it like Paul Simon

ze Gumbo - reprised

Mon cher petit maman, she has been in ze kitchen all day long, cooking up ze file' gumbo. All day long, we 'av been smelling ze crab and ze shrimp. Ze onions and ze garlic! Ze fishy stock and ze roux.

And all day long, le petit Teka has been saying she does not like ze smells. She does not understand why muzzer must be in ze kitchen so much, so zer is no time to play seek-a Teka. So ze dad must take us on ze morning walk. So all we can talk about is ze gumbo! She has not had a taste of ze gumbo like I, Gus Dagger wft, world traveller (well, USA anyway) and famous terrier gourmet. She does not remember ze parties in Virginia when ze muzzer cooked and ze people ate and dropped samples. She has not my sophistication and educated palate.

But me, ze Gus Dagger dog. I know how marvellous is ze gumbo. I know how delicious is ze king cake! I know how handy are ze beer mugs and ze bread plates. Ah yes, ze mardi gras party is about to begin.

And now ze Teka dog knows that it worth ze wait. Now she knows what for is ze long day of preparations! Now she has tasted ze crab and ze shrimp. And slurped the broth out of the abandoned bowls. Now she is sleeping off ze gumbo drunk in her crate. While I, Gus Dagger, must write zis blog so my friends know what was for dinner at our house tonight. And I must go and play my zydeco accordian so all ze guests can dance the fais d0-do and ze two step.

To all our friends from Lexington, we hope you are having a party on your own tonight. And to our friends and hosts still in New Orleans, we know you are celebrating your city and heritage. !

Laissez le bon temps roulez!

Gussie

Happy Birthday E.Beth!

Make your own digital scrapbook

Have a wonderful day

Hello again, doggies of the internet

It is I, Eartha Kitteh.

This lady I live with, E. Rabbit, keeps trying to convince me that I have lots of things in common with this dog named Gus she thinks is my uncle, and this other dog she thinks is my cousin, Teka.

So the other day she saw that this dog named Gus had posted a picture of this other dog Teka helping this guy she calls "Dad" with his crossword puzzles.

"Look, Eartha Kitteh," she said to me. "This dog Teka, who is your cousin, is helping Dad with his crossword puzzles. Just like you help me with my puzzles in the morning."

And this is true. I help her with the crossword puzzles AND the sudoku puzzles every morning, because I am a genius with both words and numbers.

So she said I could put up a picture of how I help her with her puzzles:

Here I am saying "no, lady! That word is wrong! Give me that pen! I will fix it for you!"

I think that is much more helpful than that other dog, Teka, who seems to just be sitting there.

Muzzer hires an expert

I kinda volunteered muzzer to make the gumbo for a special event I am attending.

She said she did not have time to make the fish stock from scratch, so we hired this expert.





II

Teka thinks he sounds kinda like Sweet Willy Yum.

kisses

gussie

Apology

So, my friend Fred, who is a handsome Bichon dude, took umbrage because I said the groomer made me look like a Bichon.

And I really wouldn't have any problems looking like Fred.

So what I should have said was "the groomer made me look like a square, fat Bichon."

As you can see.
Rear view

From the side
Full Gussie

So, maybe next time they make me look like a schnauzer Muzzer will be grateful?

(this was not my usual groomer, just some stranger who did a bath and brush, because the first available terrier grooming is April 3."

kisses

gussie

Teka helps Dad

Every Morning

Teka helps Dad with his crossword puzzle.

The amazing thing is, they always manage to finish it.

Go figger

gussie

AHEM

This photo album made with Smilebox

Today (28.2.11) is E.Rabbit's Birthday

And I want to wish her a happy day and wonderful adventures

kisses

gussie

and Teka Too

Oh, I am gonna be so sorry I did this!

Sometimes, I don't understand what Muzzer is saying.....Like this morning she said...

"Teka is consecrated."

It seems her poops have been confiscated

Which made muzzer seem elated

While I knew she should have waited.

Because when she got home, the problem had been Eliminated.

hehehehe....I hope the Scruff Man likes this one,

On another note, me and Teka went to the Dogma spa for a bath and brush yesterday.

There will be no more photos of me until I have defluffed myself a bit.

Why do they always make me look like a Bichon?

gussie

Thank you!

Many thanks to all my friends who have wished me a Happy Birthday.

I had a wonderful pre Birthday celebration with Miss Asta, and tonight my dad took me out to dinner. Tomorrow night I think Butchy and Asta and Katie and the gang are coming for a poker pawty while Dad goes to Charlottesville. Meet us at the Cary Town Vet, me and Teka have a suite reserved.
I also want to thank Miss Asta for joining me at the Valentine's Pawty. We had a wonderful time!
Kisses

gussie

Status update

Muzzer is going to St. Louis this morning, so me and Teka will be reading your blogs but probably not commenting much. The thumb thing ya know?

We love you and hope you have a wonderful week.

G N T

I can Go to the Museums NOW!

Y'all know, I am a cosmopolitan doggie!

When we have advenshuurs with my freinds, I love going to see museums and galleries and fine restaurants. Especially the fine restaurants!

In between advenshuurs I miss the museums and galleries. So now my pals at Google.com have made it possible for me to visit The Tate and the National Museum and lots and lots of other places.

Go to this page on your 'puter and visit some of the museums they have included in their collection.

Me?

Oh, you will find me and Miss Asta in the Metropolitan Museum looking at this picture.

Next week, perhaps the Tate.

kisses

Gustav (Miss Asta likes her beaus to have a continental flair!)

Please Vote!

My Pals the Bumpass Hounds are asking again for your help in their efforts to help the Almost Heaven Golden Retriever Rescue in West Virginia.

Please click on the icon to the left, and after you have donated to the food for animals in shelters, click on the link at the top of the page to vote in the shelter challenge. (It sats :"Vote Here" or something like that)

When you click on that button, you will need to enter your favorite shelter. Of course, the Bumpasses and thier kittehs want your vote for AHGRR which is in some place called Capon Bridge West Virginia. And we would appreciate your vote for them too, because we know they need the prizes this contest offers.

So, at least this first time, vote for them. And then you will have to identify a picture of an animal for your vote to count.

And this is where it gets a bit tricky. They have some nice animal pictures. But they want REALLY SIMPLE answers. For example...a picture of a DOG is just that. DOG. Not, German Shepherd, or Wire Fox Terrier or...well, you get it, right? So also, a picture of a CAT is not to be called a kitteh or evil personified.

We think with your help we may be able to bump that Almost Heaven Golden Retriever Rescue place back up to first place in West Virginia.

And if you have any questions, call the Bumpass hounds. They have a phone room all set up and they are on rotating shifts, 4 dogs at a time, plus Boru the Cat takes a shift and he will tell a joke if you get him on the phone.

Thank you

Gussie n Teka

Mackie is HOME!

Mackie got to go HOME today!

His mom and dad picked him up after 4:00 this afternoon EST

and except for a zipper, a cone, and special instructions on

diet and activity, things are back to "normal' at his house.

FAINT HEARTED LADIES AND GIRL PUPS LOOK AWAY!

Here is a picture of his zipper.

Man...that looks uncomfortable.

Everyone can now uncross one ( 1, uno) paw

The rest can remain crossed for the time being.

kisses

gussie

reporting on my brother Mackie

Mackie had a visit with his Mom and Dad this morning. He walked out to see them!

This is good news, though his Mom says he looks like he has a zipper now from his chest to his belly button!

Tomorrow they will find out when he can go home.

I hope he does not eat any more socks.

Gussie

mackie update

1:53 pm

Mackie's Mom just posted this:

Just got the call that Mackie is out of surgery! The doctor said he is doing okay. His intestine was a bit more comprimised than he had hoped, but he pulled out a baby sock from him so i can put the fear of a mass or tumor aside. The doc said he did release a lot of gas and fluid from his belly, some of which came out of his mouth--he was intebated but there is a risk of pneumonia because of it and of course the regualr infection risk, but he did well in surgery and is in recovery now!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND PRAYERS!!.

Melissa with Mackie, Finnegan and Ollie

our earlier post.

Mackie's Mom said that he is in surgery for a bowel obstruction which was discovered during a barium scan. Keep those Paws crossed please!

Paws Crossed for Mackie please?

My brother from another mother Mackie is not feeling well, and is spending the night at the vet's place.

He ate the foot from a stuffie, and has not been feeling well since that time. His Mom and Dad took him to the VET and they have not found anything on the x-ray machine thingy.

He was one of my first friends in blogland and I am very worried about him.

Please cross paws for him and his pawrents and family that he is much better tomorrow and can come home soon.

Thank you

Gus Dagger W.ft.

note from the Muzzer: As far as we know, Mackie and Gussie are not really related, but Mackie's Mom and I think they look a lot alike, and they are also close to the same size. Mackie is just ten years old, so we hope this is not serious, even if it is scarey.

Greetings, Doggies of the Internet

It is I again, Eartha Kitteh.



I have been living with this lady E. Rabbit for about five months now, and even if she thinks this dog named Gus is my uncle, and even though she has some weird habits like making me poop in a box and then taking my poop out of the box and putting it in little bags and then putting the bags in the trash, it is a pretty good set up.

So recently she had a three day weekend. I am not entirely fond of three day weekends because they cut into my alone time. I mean, it is nice to have her around and all, but I am used to having eight or more hours a day to myself. Also, we do not always have compatible ideas about how to spend the time. She thinks four a.m. is for sleeping and four p.m. is for playing; I happen to think the reverse is true.

But we did manage to find a few times we could agree were good for playing, and when we did, she taught me a game called "Fetch." Perhaps you dogs have heard of this game? One player throws a thing and the other runs to get it and brings it back.

I have to say, I am much better at this game than she is. When she throws one of my toys across the room or to the other side of thee couch, I run and get it and bring it back right away. But when I throw one of my toys under the couch or under the dresser, sometimes it takes her DAYS to fetch it, even though I tell her "fetch! FETCH!" with both verbal and telepathic commands. And sometimes she uses a broom handle to fetch them out with, which I consider cheating.

But anyway, she told a friend of hers that I could play fetch. And that friend said "hahahaha that's silly. Only dogs can play fetch."

????

Is she KIDDING? Does she really think there are things dogs can do that I, Eartha Kitteh, cannot?


Let's go to the tape:



See? There is your proof, world and doggies and people. I, Eartha Kitteh, am a CHAMPION of fetch.

My new goal is to learn more things that people think only dogs can do. I can already fetch and chase my own tail. Soon I will have all the skills that dogs have, and then I will be able to take over the world improve dog/kitteh relations for generations to come.

I have the assistance of a most trusted advisor.

changes

I know all y'all have met my muzzer.

And I am pretty sure that I have been most open and forthcoming about her quirks and oddities.

Like....she reads a lot.

And....she eats a lot.

And....she is short.

And...she is a sucker for the sweet puppy look I give her.

But we have had so many people ask why we have been absent from our blog, and others who have politely inquired to see if everything is OK, so I thought I should tell you what is going on around here.

NOT MUCH!

Except, as part of "settling in" to our home in Virginnyah, we have all had to find new Dogtors.

Me and Teka have a new Dogtor. He is just about 8 blocks from our house, and I like him fine, even if he does do unspeakable things to my rear end.
And Muzzer and Dad have a new Dogtor too.

They seem to like him a lot, and he has changed some of Muzzer's meddy cations - and he also told her that her thyroid is not acting the way it

should, and he suggested that it might be that she caught it from me!

I am not sure I like him much at all!

Anyway...for all the time I have known her, muzzer has been a big fan of PEPSI! In fact, she is kind of addicted. Ya know.

But the Dogtor also told her that if she wants to lose some pounds, she might need to give

up the Pepsi Real and switch to a di ette soda.

So muzzer thought about all

the people she knows who drink the di ette stuff, and she remembered that Mumsie and a few others drink this Coke Zero stuff.

And so she has switched! And I don't like it.

She is crabby, she is short tempered, and she says I smell!

Plus, she has "too much to do" and never can help me with my blogging.

So, I am asking all my friends if they think this stuff could be affecting her "mentals", as Mango calls them. I think I must hide all her supply until I can research this a bit more.

Because while I am accustomed to her being short tempered and crabby, this is the first time she has mentioned that she thinks I smell.

Not a happy doggie

gussie

Happy Epiphany - and we promise, this is the last one this season!

We Three Terriers from da' Burgh
Came to find the ultimate curb
New Yawk, Boston, even Lunnon

Concrete is all we seek.

Ohhhhh
Curb of yellow
Curb of white
Curb that looks so sharp and white
Some Misleading, Others reading
"Doggies do not stop here!"

Finally to Mayemphis we came
Found a curb worthy of its name
Right by Graceland
Near the pop-stand
Wonderous sight to see...

Ohhhhh
Curb of yellow
Curb of white
Curb that looks so sharp and white
Some Misleading, Others reading
"Doggies do not stop here!"

Lacey found some Elvis Perfume
Stanley got a funny cartoon
But poor Scruffy, just a Stuffy
All got some barbeque

Ohhhhh
Curb of yellow
Curb of white
Curb that looks so sharp and white
Some Misleading, Others reading
"Doggies do not stop here!"

Where then is this curb of renown?
Memphis is a fairly big town
It's in Midtown, near the Downtown
Right there at Gussie's door.

Ohhhhh
Curb of yellow
Curb of white
Curb that looks so sharp and white
Some Misleading, Others reading
"Doggies do not stop here!"

Five tired terriers sleeping in bed
Three at the bottom, two at the head
Where is Muzzer, Where is Fazzer
They're in the living room

Ohhhhh
Curb of yellow
Curb of white
Curb that looks so sharp and white
Some Misleading, Others reading
"Doggies do not stop here!"

Eat some breakfast
Head for home
Mumsie called here on the phone.
"Send them back here, Gussie you hear?"
Never the more to roam.

Ohhhhh
Curb of yellow
Curb of white
Curb that looks so sharp and white
Some Misleading, Others reading
"Doggies do not stop here!"

Posting from Lunnon

We have been having a wonderful time in London!

Eric Square is the consumate host!

He even found a sale for the girls to visit this morning!

Here you see the ever-lovely basset ladies and Teka in line to enter Harvey Nichols - ready for the big sale.

Ummmmm ......yes, that is Lacie at the front of the line. She wanted to be first to get to some of the sale items, and she dressed to be able to try things on quickly. The bloomers you ask? Seems Mumsie has been kee

ping her in knickers since the last "incident" and she finds them quite comfortable.

Bouncing Bertie came down from Scotland for the day and tipped a few pints at the "Green Man" which is close enough to the shopping district so the ladies could find us, but far enough aw

ay that we did not have to offer opinions.

Like my kilt? When muzzer saw it, she thought it might be one of my Dad's family plaids. But my sissie "she who knows all" tells us that it is not th

e Davidson tartan, because it has no red. I like it anyway...and it was on sale!

Muzzer asked me to make a sentimental visit to this address for her. She goes every time she is in Lunnon, even though

Marks and Co. is no longer in business. She loved the book when she was an "itty bitty" and allows as how the movie of the same name was a "reasonable effort" to capture the spirit of the story.

We will have more to report later, but right now I need to go help Butcho figure out how to get all the packages on the plane.

a busy day, in London towne

Just wanted to fill you in on what

we are doing today!

We are meeting Eric the Square at

Sloane's Square, in the center of London.

Beautiful fountains, colorful people, a great

pub called "The Green Man" where Eric and I will

tip a few pints with our pals, and perhaps

play a quick game of darts.

Meanwhile, the ladies on the trip are going to:

HARROD'S!

Where I am sure they will set new trends

and make serious inroads on their

plastic cards.

We will join them for a quick trip to the

pet area of Harrod's, which muzzer assures

me I will enjoy. Do not, however, expect to see

me in that silly green coat.

Unless Miss Asta requests it, of course.

Pawsonally, I am saving my plastic points for

The Cheese Aisle

which is my very most favoritest place in Lunnon.

I guess it is a good thing we are flying back in an

open aire plane, because some of those cheeses

are pretty stinky. Especially my favorite Stiltons.

Yum.

Gussie out.

Annnnnnd We're Off

So, after not too very much sleep at our slumber pawty last night, we are heading across the big pee to meet up with Eric the Square in Lunnon....and it will be pubs, pawty and shopping until it is time to head back home.

New Year's eve

Just after I left St. Loulis, this terrible tornado hit

near Interstate 40 and Lindbergh Blvd.

I feel terrible about the people hurt and the

damage to buildings. I left Teka behind to help

the firemen and headed toward New Yawk City.

As you may have seen in my Sweet Friend Asta's Bloggy, we

had a wonderful ride through Central park, and we had just

gone back to her apartment to watch the fireworks over the river.

We were sharing another Pawtini in front

of her windows, when suddenly we spied a

plane flying straight toward us!

A purple Plane, flying over New Yawk City.

A Very, Very Crowded purple plane!

OMD!

It is Butcho! And all our pals.

And they are buzzing Times Square.

Oh my.

You know, there are reasons

that the Air Traffic Controller folks are

touchy about the air space over NY City!

I was very nervous. I was hoping that Butcho

did not get into trouble.

We heard on TV that they scrambled the Blue Angels

Flying Team and made the purple plane land at La Guardia.

Asta and I were soooo anxious about our pals. We held paws and

told each other to be very brave. We heard lots of sirens and stuff and

then the door man called to say that the police were in the lobby of Asta's

building with a bunch of dogs in tow!

So we went down in the elevator and signed my dad's

name to a lot of papers saying that he would be responsible

for any further disturbances.

Well, that was the end of the romantic evening I had planned.

Instead we are having a slumber pawty with lots of our friendses., and

tomorrow we will finish the rest of the surprise for Miss Asta.