Space - - - - the Final Frontier....

Ok, first things first, a BIG thank you to my new BFF & hero, Mango for all his detective work & being smarterer than me & gettin pictures, ACTUAL pictures of the whole, scaryful ordeal! Mango, you rock!!

Now, please for ya'll that might be scared real easy, beware, this is not a pretty tale, I mean it's not like I went to Disney World or nothin!

Here we were, at the Fairgrounds, getting ready for the Dog Show, waitin on all the other dogs to get there in their houses on wheels. I was mindin my own business, really I was & I heard this strange whirrin sound. It sounded like a big, giant bumblebee, it rocked our house on wheels!! There was a big flash of light that blinded me & I couldn't see nothin.

Then out of that bright light I heard a voice roar "YOU, what planet is this??" Well, how am I supposed to know that? So I said, "I think it's Planet Bull Terror, what planet are you lookin for?" Well, that musta really made this voice mad, cause he was all like...."I ask the questions around here, not you! Q.U.I.E.T.!! you Bull Terror you!!"

Well I was!! I didn't say nothin else!! That roarin light was worse than the boogeymans & his fambly that hides in our backyard!! That dude was the scaryfullestest thing I've ever not seen! All hidin in that light, blindin me & yellin at me. (**shivers**) gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinkin about it again!

Next thing I know, I'm strapped in this chair & bein poked at & looked at & touched. I thought to myself, "Self, I said, you'll be lucky to make it out of this alive" And I said to the Powers that Be "I promise, I will never, ever be a brat to my siblins again, I will be good & I'll always eat all my brussel sprouts, I SWEAR!" I don't know how long I was strapped in that chair, but it musta been a long, long time. Dawgmom said I aka Pappy Egg-Head Alien did all that bad stuff all weekend, so it musta been for a couple of days. I tried to tell DawgMom & DawgDaddy I didn't need no microchip to tell me who I was, but they were determined to stick me with that needle & shoot a chip in me. All that did was tell those creechtures where to find me, I just know it, so teckneckly it's DawgMom's fault that happened, not mine!

Can someone tell me how DawgMom, DawgDaddy, Aunt Karen, Uncle Jerry & them other Bullmastiff peoples with them did NOT see that ship flyin around above them?? Well, I know why.... They were so busy stuffin their faces at the Bullmastiff cookout party, they didn't even notice it! Real bright, huh? That big thing, right above their heads & all they see is foodables! Stuffin their faces & drinkin beer & duck farts. That would have given them a clue about the Pappy Egg-Head Alien! (*DawgMom note: Duck Farts are 1 shot of Kahlua, 1 shot of Crown Royal & 1 shot of St. Brendans Irish Cream Liqueur, mixed with milk on ice)

Them weirdo, yellin from the light creechtures think they're funny too, they think since I have an egg-head I must be an egg-head. Well, hello, it was the Pappy Egg-Head Alien that was bein all stoopid all weekend, not me! Check him out....

I don't know how Mango got those pictures & frankly I don't care how he got them, I'm just glad he had his detectives workin in East TN that day so he could save my good name & prove to DawgMom it wasn't my fault! It got me off groundashun & outta perculatory & that's all that matters to me!

I think I'm gonna go tell my story to these people & get the word out that Tennessee has more than just hillbillies in these hills, there's scareyful bein thingies here too, so BE CAREFUL!! And another thing....Where the heck was Will Smith all last weekend? I coulda used his help!

We love Awards!

I showed DawgMom the pictures from Mango & 'splained everything & she 'prologized to me & said I can use the pooter all I want to today, but first we have some awards we have to post about. She said if I posted them, then I could have the pooter as long as I don't go buyin things at doggie stores!! So here goes, we're sorry we're late gettin them on our bloggie, lazy secretary & all ya know.


First we got this awesome award from Huskee & Hershey! Cool, huh? Thank you so much guys!! We are honored!


Like always there are rules. :)

1. Link to the person who tagged you

2. Copy the image, rules and questionnaire

3. Post in your blog.

4. Answer the four questions.

5. Pick SEVEN friends to share with.

6. Come back to BLoGGiSTaiNFoCoRNeR at http://bloggistame.blogspot.com/ and leave the URL of your post in order for your blog to be added to the master list.

7. Have fun.

Questions & Answers:

A) The person who tagged you? ---- Huskee & Hershey

B) His or her site title and URL? ---- The Happy "Tails" of Huskee & Hershey (http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/)

C) Date you were tagged? ---- May 18th, 2009

D) Persons you tag? We tag-----

1) Mango, our good friend (& my hero)

2) Sugar, our new Bull Terror friend

3) Brownie, another new friend

4) Joe Stains & his brother Tan Torkelson

5) Gabby, Alaska is International, right?

6) Niamh & his crew at Setter Tails

7) Luke, the Golden Boy

This very cool award comes from our new Bull Terror friend Sugar, go visit her & her Mama Martine, you'll love em! Our good friends the NY Bully Brats also gave it to us! Ain't Bull Terrors just the best!

Of course, more rules, man, Bull Terrors hate rules, but.......

1. Post it to the blog and link to who gave it to you;
2. List seven things you love;
3. List seven blogs you love;
4. Comment on those blogs and let them know you've given them the award.

Seven things we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

1) Raw Foodables!!!

2) Hucklebutts in the yard!

3) Belly rubs!!

4) Sleepin in the big bed!

5) Ribscicles!!

6) Trips in the House on Wheels!

7) Did we already say Belly rubs?

Seven bloggies we LOVE & just hafta read!

1) Bolo, that cool Shar Pei

2) Scruffy, Stanley & Lacie, they are too funny!

3) Tweedles, we can't do without Tweedles!

4) Tom, Tama-Chan & Sei Chan, The Poupounette in France

5) Joe Stains & Tan Torkelson, they are TOO funny! (DawgMom almost wet her jammies readin them one time! Don't tell her we tattled about that!)

6) Mango & Dexter of course, Mango is my new hero!

7) Asta, she's always up to something fun!

We also can 't live without the NY Bully Brats or Sugar, but since they both have the award already, we won't give it to them again, go visit them both, see more Bull Terrors like us!

Well, I'm off to work on my next post, complete with pictures proving I am innocent.

Gotta hurry!

DawgMom says I'm grounded for like 476982 days & can't use the pooter, but she is in the baftub right now, so she'll never know! I just wanted to say I am NOT responsible for my behavior last weekend!! And I have pictures to prove it!!
My friend Mango came to my rescue & sent them to me in a pee-mail, you see, it wasn't me that was actin all bratty & barky & no-brainy last week-end, it was.......Oh No!! DawgMom!! She's comin!! She's done wif her baf!! I gotta go, I'll sneak on the pooter & write more tomorrow while she's workin, SSHHH don't tell her!

Wait! What?? Am I on the pooter?? No, I'm not on the pooter, that clickin noise is on the tv DawgMom, really, it is!!

later taters, gotta go, she's gonna catch me

Pappy's hiney, part 1

DawgMom here, since I don't think the Bullies will get the "true' feeling of how the weekend went out there, I'm posting the story of our weekend at the dog show. (above picture of one of the groups of RV's during a cook-out on Sat. night)

The week leading up to the show, should have been an indication of how the weekend was going to go, if I had only paid attention. This will probably end up in 2 installments because sooooo much stuff went on. I rarely drink anything, but I did have a drink on Sat night! There, I said it and I ain't takin it back!

We started off getting out of the driveway and on the way to the fairgrounds late, should have been there Thurs. night, but things at our auto repair shop we're crazy and by the time DawgDaddy got out of there, it was way too late to head out of here. Couple that with the fact that DawgDaddy had the RV at the shop 2 days of the week working on it, so I wasn't able to get it loaded and ready to go during the week. So we finally got the RV loaded with hooman & dog food, ex-pens, extra crates, extra beds, clothes and the dogs VERY early Friday morning and arrived at the fairgrounds at 12:15 pm. The RV's had already started coming in so we parked, plugged in, got the a/c running and started parking other RV's. Thus begins the crazy weekend.......

See that beautiful Bull Terrier head?? You would think there were more brains in there than the average dog since there is so much extra room there, wouldn't you? Well, not so with that Bullie boy last weekend. Somewhere between our driveway and the fairgrounds, a mere 25 miles, that beautiful boy in that picture lost his brain. It disappeared, no where to be found, not even an inkling of a brain was present all weekend!!

Apparently, he has NEVER been on a lead, much less gone down and back or around OR stacked himself up for the judge. My mistake, I could have sworn I had taught him to do that and he had it down perfectly! I must have been dreaming that, because when I took him out of the RV, instead of a Bull Terrier on that lead, I had a bucking bronco, bouncing all over the place acting as if I were choking the life out of him! Even resorting to screaming!

He also has never seen another dog! Wow! Who have I been when watching play with other dogs at home? Was that really my Pappy that I was watching at home, or some little brindle alien that had taken over his body during the night??

As if that wasn't enough, he barked THE. ENTIRE. WEEKEND.!!! His voice is coming back, but for a week, I thought I had a hound in the house instead of a terrier. I mean to tell you it was non-stop barking!! By Sunday, even the other dogs were getting sick of him and Darla was determined to give him an attitude adjustment, Darla-style. We have all the crates strapped into the RV in place of the dining table so that everyone can go with us. So they were stuck listening to him while we were out parking motorhomes.

(That picture was taken in Gettysburg, when we went to the Nationals.) You can't see the whole set-up because it's hard to get the right angle, but if you see the blue crate on the bottom, that is where Feather lives for the weekend, Darla is on her left, closest to the bed, and Pappy is under the little crate (Chief, the Crested) right in front, to Feather's right, which means he can see out the door when it's open. So we switched Darla and Pappy around so he couldn't see as much. Didn't help. He still barked his fool head off. The only thing we can figure is that there were a couple of German Pinschers in the RV next door to us that were in season and he is 15 months old. Old enough to know he is supposed to do something about that smell, but still too young to know what that something is, so it turned into bratty frustration, like a teenage boy. Thankfully, the Diamonds with the German Pinschers have been been showing for years and we're very understanding about the whole "noise" thing. They even thought it was funny at times. Glad someone did, because I didn't. I kid you not, that monster could be heard all around the area!

I think he picked up his long lost brain on the trip back home and he is back to his normal self now that we are back home, and I hope by the time we head out again, he will remember what he is there for. Having Bull Terriers means you are willing to subject yourself to embarrassment at ANY given time, it's part of the deal, but this boy knows how to take it to the limits and really make me want to crawl under the nearest rock sometimes.

Showing his hiney is NOT part of the showing process, but it was this weekend. Needless to say, we didn't go in the ring, there was no way in hades I was going to take him in the show building and have him create havoc for everyone! I'm sure there would have been alot of laughs at my expense, but I wasn't about to oblige.

Now, the rest of the dogs did great! They have all been through these weekends before and as long as they have us around, they are content to enjoy the sights and sounds of the show. LizzaBella was a little bothered by the whole scene, but I think alot of that had to do with Pappy and his shenanigans. She did have to wear her "Frankie-stein" collar all weekend but she is back to her normal self as well now that we are home.

There you have the watered down version of Pappy's weekend. Stay tuned for the rest of the story.....power issues with some of the RV's, copperheads on the grounds, fireworks being set off on Sat. night (trust me NOT good with a fairground full of dogs!) storms, exhibitors arguing with one another, exhibitors arguing with US.......

Pappy showed his HINEY!

Instead of showing like he was supposed to. DawgMom said he lost his brain somewheres between home & the dog show. More about that later, right now, DawgMom has to go back to work. We'll be back later with the whole story.

We're Outta Here!

We're off to the dog show! Be back first of the week!!


All the TN Bull Terrors ^..^

Guess who's 3 today??

Me! Me! ME!!

DawgMom says she's gonna go to the Pet Store & find me some good treats & a new toy! I can't go with her cause even tho I love my sissies ('specially Feather) & my brother Pappy, I don't really love other dogs. So goin to the Pet Store with DawgMom is not fun for any-bully. DawgMom stresses too much & she can't seem to figure out I'm just protectin her for cryin out loud. But.....no matter.....It's my Birfday!! And I get pressies!!!

If I can get DawgMom to stop workin on them dumb lamps long enough to take my pikchurs, we'll post 'em for ya'll! Thank dog she's almost done with them, just a couple more to go!

I'll be back later with pikchurs & let ya'll know what I got!! I hope I get one of them new frisbees or fetch toys to play with!!