Momma took my man card!

Some of you were asking yesterdays why I looked so serious. Well, I'll tell you. I was thinking about a horrible, awful, terrible act of betrayal by the one person I SHOULD be able to trust. My own Momma! I knows, I never would've believed it myself if it hadn't happened. Let me tell you the story.

Since Momma was too busy robbing me of my manhood -- and I don't mean the trip to the vet -- we don't have any pictures. So I have recreated the scene. My good buddy Goose has volunteered to help out. No, not that Goose. This Goose.

Don't worry, no Gooses were harmed in this recreation. So. The betrayal. It started innocently enough. I was on patrol in the yard while my sissy Cinderella did her business. Then suddenly, I caught the scent.

Yes, we had an INVADER in our yard! I set up a ferocious round of barking to let everyone know that I was on the job and RAN as fast as I could to the far end of the yard. Sure enough -- there it was!!

Yes, that's right, my yard had been invaded by a horrible, ugly, nasty TREE RAT!! (Played by Goose.) I immediately grabbed him in my fierce jaws and prepared to defend my family and my home.

And then do you know what happened?? I was betrayed. BETRAYED!! Momma started shrieking and screaming and saying "Casey, no! Casey, leave it!" Leave it?!

I struggled fiercely. I can't believes Momma was trying to take my prey away from me. I was goings to dead that tree rat and teach all of his nasty friends to stay AWAY! But it was no use. My momma's betrayal was complete. The tree rat escaped, and my manhood was destroyed.

I can't look at any of you now. I'm just too ashamed. Maybe someday I'll recover... but I'm not so sure. I don't think I'll ever be able to see Momma in quite the same way.

Wordless Wednesday

Peekaboo!

LBR foster Redford

I see you!

Adventures in Bedtime

Sorry I've been gone so much lately, furiends. As I mentioned last week, Momma was sick a lot and I had to be Nurse Casey. She had a migraine for like 87 days, but eventually I helped her get all better. But it was just in time for her to have to go away on a conference for work! Can you believe the gratitude? Siiiigh. I had fun at Grandma and Grandpa's, of course, but I was super glad for her to get home.

So apparently Momma thought she needed to bribe us, because she came home with something pawesome today! A fancy new bed! Cinderella and I both checked it out.

 Cinderella liked it a whole bunch! She looked pretty happy with it and spent a while finding the exact right position.

Me, I thought it was okay. It got a lot better once Momma joined me. Anything's better when you're snuggling with your momma!

But you know, the thing about dog beds is... they're meant for DOGS! I know exactly where I really belong.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

Puppies!

 You saw them yesterday. Would you like an introduction to some of LBR's newest puppies? These guys are part of a litter of five pups surrendered to LBR.  First is li'l miss Blizzard.

Her brother Newman was named for his Paul Newman blue eyes!

His fellow heart throb is Redford, just like his idol Rob!

I know these babies won't take long to find their furever homes. I just loves puppies!

Wordless Wednesday

LBR fosters Newman, Redford, and Blizzard

We are Blogville!

I'm a little late on this, but Momma has been sick this week and I've been busily nursing her back to health, then I had to post my anniversary post yesterday. So! Better late than never, right? The Doods, Murphy and Stanley, are doing a Blogville census. Please count us, we loves Blogville!!

There are four of us in our household. (Well, and Momma.) Furst, there's me, Casey!

I'm a handsome Boxer boy who will be turning six in October. I'm an official Boxer Ambassador for the pawesome Legacy Boxer Rescue and write the official LBR blog. (That means you can count a couple hundred LBR dogs in the census too!) I was adopted by my Momma almost five years ago. I like air conditioning, long walks, stuffies, my Kong, and snuggling with my Momma.

Next is my sissy Cinderella!

Isn't she beeYOUtiful? Cinderella is a boxer like me, and she'll be 13 in September. She's a very dignified old lady -- except when she's rolling around on her back in the grass. She loves that! She also loves belly rubs and lots of naps. LOTS of naps. I guess when you're her age, you've earned it, right? Cinderella was our very furst foster dog when Momma and I started fostering in late 2009. She was adopted and then returned a year later. That time, we couldn't let her go and adopted her ourselves.

Then there's my kitty sister Pigeon.

Pigeon is a 12-year-old American Shorthair. She's been with Momma since 2003, when she turned up as a stray outside Grandma's house. Pigeon has the most pawesome purr that sounds just like a pigeon cooing, which is how she got her name! She loves to play in boxes.

Finally, there's my kitty brother Scribbles.

He's a little mean to me sometimes, but I still loves him! (You saw us snuggling together the other day.) Scribbles turns 15 next month, WOW! Momma's had her longer than any pet in her whole life. He was the furst pet she ever had on her own. She got him just three days after she moved into her furst apartment. He loves Momma and naps and that's about it!

So that's us, Blogville! We're sure happy to be part of you.

Save a life, foster a dog!

Today is a very special anniversary. Way back in 2008, I was starting to lose hope. See, I belonged to a hoarder who got me as a cute little puppy, and as soon as I got a little older, I was tossed out in the backyard with a bunch of other dogs. I got sick with something called mange and lost all my beautiful furs. I lived in a dirt yard with no shade from the Texas sun -- and let me tell you, furiends, that gets HOT!

In May, some volunteers from a place called Legacy Boxer Rescue came to look at me. They told me that they were going to try to find a foster home for me so I could get out of the heat and get some medical care. I waited SO patiently, but after a while I started to think maybe it was just a dream that would never come true. There were lots of dogs that needed help, and only so many foster homes they could go to. Then...

My foster family came!!  I got to ride in a car and learn what air conditioning is. (Hint: I LOVE IT!!) I gave them so many kisses and tried to show them how very very happy I was to be with them. I know they could have chosen any doggy, or even not chosen a doggy at all. So many people say "I can't foster, I'd never be able to give it up again!" or "I can't foster, it would break my heart!" Tell me, does this look like a broken heart?

My foster momma, Aunt Joni, is the bestest person in the whole world -- other than my momma, of course!! She and Uncle Kurt got me all healed up and taught me manners and showed me what life was supposed to be like for a handsome pup like me. And then when it was time...

She let me go! She found me the PERFECT momma and sent me off to my furever home so she could help other pups in need just like me. It's the truest act of love.

So today, six years after a foster home saved my life, I'd like to put out this plea:

Foster a dog. (Or a cat!) There's a rescue near you that needs foster homes desperately. You can make a difference and change the life of a dog in need. We're counting on you!

Ahem.

 'Scuse me, Momma. I see you has wallymelon. I also enjoys wallymelon.

Thank you, Momma!

Mischief Monday

LBR Keeper Molly is going to keep little LBR Foster Knight out of mischief, even if she has to watch him nonstop!

See Beautiful!

I'm going to join in the See Beautiful blog hop this week, where we share pictures of things that bring beauty to our lives.

"Really? A furever home is waiting for me? I knew it!"

As a Boxer Ambassador for Legacy Boxer Rescue, I can tell you that nothing is more beautiful to my heart than the face of a boxer when he realizes he's leaving the shelter and entering the good life! Gavin here just made that ride yesterday, and I loves his expression. Welcome to the good life, Gavin. You'll be seeing beautiful every single day!

Throwback Thursday: A Tail of Two Kitties

Yesterday I showed you a picture of me lying on the bed with my kitty brother Scribbles. I would like to point out that we were not snuggling! Scribbles is a mean kitty who likes to scratch me. But we both like lying on the big bed, so sometimes Momma will get pictures of us together. That's the first time she's seen us actually touching, though! She called it snuggling, but I call it being wrapped up in my squeaky dragon and not noticing.

Anyways, for Throwback Thursday, I thought I'd share how I first got to know my kitty siblings. See, Momma spent a lot of time looking for a cat-friendly dog when she adopted me. She finally brought me home, and I was SO ready to be cat friendly! But... the kitties didn't want to be dog friendly! I spent a lot of time like this.

Guys? You can come down, I promise!

For some reason, they sat up on top of the refrigerator and just stared down at me. I was really good and would sit to show them what a good boy I was, but nothin'. It took a lot of hard work, furiends, I won't lie to you. But finally, Scribbles decided that it was still HIS house and he would do what he wanted. So he started coming down, and sometimes we chill together.

 Hey bro, can you pass the remote?

My kitty sister Pigeon was a lot harder. She's pretty timid, and she just did not want to be convinced I was a good boy. But after lots of patience, she finally started venturing near me. And then... success!

It's okay, little sis, I wouldn't hurt you.

So that's my tail of two kitties! I loves my kitty siblings, even if Scribbles is kind of mean. They don't play the same as Cinderella or the other dogs that come over, but they're still pretty pawesome.

One-Word Wednesday

CAUGHT!

Jump for joy!

Look at how well Osha is doing!! She's a totally different dog. It just makes my heart sing to see how happy she is.

Most of you remember when I first introduced you to Osha back in May, after she was found sick and emaciated by an animal shelter. We whisked her away into foster care and treatment from the dogtor. She had almost no furs because of a terrible case of demodex mange. The dogtor had to rub lotion on her constantly so her skin wouldn't stick to the bedding! She had yucky wormies and almost no energy. But LOOK at her now!

She's even learning how to be a grreat foster sister! The handsome guy with her is Aslan, a brand-new LBR foster. He came in with a hurt leg, and Osha told him all about how his foster momma would help him get better in NO time. Now they're both waiting for their furever homes together!

Pups like Osha and Aslan are why LBR does what it does!

Happy birthday, America!

 My sissy Cinderella and I would like to wish everyone a very happy Independence Day! Enjoy your barbeque and watch some non-skeery fireworks on the TV. Tube steaks and marshymallows for everyone!

Let's race!

Here's a picture of me and Momma at our big race on Saturday! She wasn't going to get any of the pictures, but she said she couldn't resist this one because we both looked so happy.

Of course I'm happy! I'm running with my Momma. :)

Yo ho ho

And a bottle of dog biscuits! Yar, mateys, today be a day in celebration of Frankie, the One-Eyed Pirate King of Blogville!

So here's my pirate joke in honor of the day:

What did the pirate say when he crashed his ship into an iceberg?
Shiver me timbers!!

BOL! I kill me. Well, mateys, I be heading over to the Pug Ranch Tavern for some rum. Be sure to check out all the fun around Blogville!