Hey, Ruger here.
Have you ever wondered about those dogs that prance around at the Westminster Dog show? Apparently it’s a big deal to be a show dog. Little did I know what I was in for when we went forward with this. First of all there is the grooming. That’s what happens when you are born into an entire household of girls. You get stuck with the pink clippers. If the shaving of neck, paw and ear hair isn’t enough, there’s the bath that follows. Stuck in a deep sink with nobody to pull you out and have loads of water and froo froo soap poured on your beautiful manly fur. You would think this look would get a small defenseless pup out of this predicament – it doesn’t work.
The hair dryer is the worst. It’s like being stuck in the turbine testing hanger over at Whidbey Island Naval Air Station. I tried to hide in the corner on a pile of dog towels, but mom found me. Oh well.
The cool thing was I got to go with mom and Nana Kathy to a dog show over in Moses Lake after that. I was too young to go in the ring, but I got to see some of the most amazing dog species in the world. Did you know they come in this big, 150lb, hairy variety. It was sort of intimidating, but I prevailed, got lots of cool treats and had my first hotel experience. Mom said I was good as gold. Slept all night in my crate and never even barked at the noisy partiers that passed the door around 1:30AM. That was probably from the hyper vigilance all day at the show – making sure I didn’t get stepped on by something way bigger than me. Well the preparations continue for my first official show in May. If you don’t have anything better to do, come watch us at the Lynden show May 20-23. I actually had my last remaining baby tooth pulled a couple of days ago – it wasn’t going to come out on it’s own.
Well, I gotta run cause it’s dinner time.
See you later,
Hey there, Ruger here. A few weeks ago when mom said we were going for a chip, I figured she meant the crispy tasty kind that comes in a bag. You know the kind I mean. They crunch when you bite them and are fried in delicious oils. Sometimes they even come in flavors like cheese or barbecue. Mom loaded me, and granny Mitzi into the car for our chip adventure. I stayed really quiet in my crate, in order to make sure I would get as many chips as possible when the time came. Big surprise, this place has no chips, at least not the kind I was looking forward to.
This is The Animal Hospital By The Sea in Langley, WA. It looked super nice on the outside and I figured “what a cool place to get chips.” The front room has all these shiney windows and comfy sofa seats. All the people were so friendly. That is until this happened. Yup, that’s right, they put this weird thing on my nose. It was for my own safety, so I wouldn’t jump around and it worked beautifully. Then nice Dr. Jean took out this large syringe and needle. Again, you know the kind. The giant ones they use in all the Frankenstein monster and psycho people movies. The “installation” went fine, but I’m still a bit put out that there were no chips of the eating variety – there was an obligatory cookie after so I took two. The cool thing now is that if I ever get lost, that chip will help people get me back to my home, so I guess it’s all good.
Well, it’s about dinner time and I’ve been holding the sofa down all day so I’m super hungry.
See you later,
Hey, Ruger here. It all started October 20th, 2015 in the back of an SUV. Yup, that’s right I was born in the back of an SUV. Mom and her friend Cathy delivered all 5 of us in the back of Cathy’s car in the parking lot at the vet’s. Good thing too, because Rose (my dog mommy) needed some calcium and other stuff to help us come out. We took forever, but it was worth it – or so I’m told. If you look at the top of the page, that one with the orange ribbon – that’s me. As you can see, I did most of the eating and was a moose by 5 weeks. From left to right are Bailey, Augie, Autumn and Dash. You can see more pictures of us here and feel free to follow my brother Dash’s blog here. He’s on a trip to Arizona right now with his family. Augie lives in Black Diamond, Bailey lives in West Seattle and Autumn lives in Charlo, MT. Autumn will be coming back for a visit next month and will hang out for a bit as we train to be show dogs. Well I have to run. As you can see, I’m super busy helping mom with this post.
It’s me, Ruger. I have officially taken over. Muahaha! Well I’m just picking up where
Dasher and Cedar left off oh so long ago. I’m a newbie but hope to make this a wad of fun. I don’t have much time right now, mom’s going to make dinner, but I’ll come back later with an entire Ruger history.