Excitement.

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

Well, first off these people are back: The Parents.  They've been traveling since way back in late October 2010 and are only here for a brief 2 month rest before heading off again.  Mom had to pick up Mom's Mom so early this morning that we dogs were dilly dallying around in the yard while Mom was tapping her feet.  The sun is out Mom, why do you want us to come inside at a time when we wouldn't even be out of bed yet?

Only birds like this time of day!!

Off Mom went to pick up her Mom to drive back to our house so the car that has been parked here for her was back for her to use again.  Something about an early morning Dogtor appointment.  All I know is Scooter was happy it wasn't him going to the V-E-T!

We sniffed and barked and wagged our tails to see family back around.  Word has it that there will be a feast tomorrow and much talking, belleh sckritching and finally some well deserved attention from humans that are deprived of living with a dog.  BOL.

But seriously, I know I will get the most belleh skritches from Mom's Mom.  Mom's Dad, he's a sucker for Cutter.  Boys are silly!

Then off to "work" Mom went.

Ho hum.  Might as well take a bit of a nap until she gets home.

















When Mom got home, the sun was shining, we were all out watching Mom decide what plant out there gets to live and which one is tossed into a bucket. She says it's her way of getting "even" with all the annoyances that she encounters at work.  When she weeds, she plucks every bad thought out with the weed and tosses it into a bucket to send to the curb to be picked up.

Let it be known right now!  I was the first to raise the alarm about the intruder out front.

This was not just a neighbor coming home.  

This was not just "our" cat walking by.  

This was not just the Surprise Box delivery dude/dudess delivering something.

THIS.  Was a big brown dog staring at us right through our front window.  Streaking his big dog paws up on the window, smearing his bog dog nose on our window as he danced from side to side barking at us.

Let it be known right now!  I endorsed the full Papillon Explosion that erupted.  How....HOW dare this rapscallion try and enter out domain?

Mom...Mom...Mom why did you close the window blinds?  Fine we can still see the shadow and defend our property!

~Meanwhile I (Mom) slip out to the garage where the door is open hoping the dog is friendly (looks to be from the wagging tail and the fact it has a collar on).  Sure enough, very energetic and blasts past me to the dog door to the house from the garage.  This is mostly for Lucy Kitteh and there is a dog gate to keep small dogs from getting to the back room and garage...  Imagine my surprise when the dog plops through the dog door and now I'm wondering if it will lunge through what I know will not hold it at all.  The Papillon Pack is defending their turf, I grab the red collar and shove it back through the open garage door and slam it shut.  Of course it pops it's huge head back in, so I grab the part that you slide in to block any entry.  Thinking I'm semi safe and just need to get the dogs to stop barking, I had forgotten that I'd left the back slider open  So all 4 tear off to the side gate to bark at the intruder.  I run through the house, go out and 3 out of 4 are high tailing it away before I really start yelling.  Wondering if the dog made it through the fence I dash around and it's just Pepper giving her final words to the issue.  I scamper them back inside.  Then I go back out to the garage  met by a very large dog head, panting and grinning at me.  I slam the door closed.  Then I open it back up and push out and grab his collar.  Charlie.  Saw enough to see his address and then he bolted away.  2 neighbors were out by now from all the racket and me yelling at my dogs and that dog, and then our neighbor from the bottom of the hill walked up with her dog on a leash.  Charlie had been at her house for a while, she'd called the number but nobody answered.  I had the address and it's the same "road" address, but not the right "road".  Weird huh ~ too many cul-de-sacs and a 218XX vs 228XX = 4 blocks the other direction.  This is where my story ends because I was barefoot and 3 other neighbors were on the trail.~

Mom...Mom...Mom, do I have control of my blog back now?  Geez.  Pups do you feel my pain?

Even though the Big Headed Dog has been gone for hours, we are still on full alert.  Especially after the Opossom (that's how we spell it around here, deal with it) incident last weekend.  That's a story for Pepper and Cutter to tell.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty, Queen of All I Survey!!~