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Remember I told you Mom went bonkers and got TWO basset rescues? I showed you Frankie....Thought you would like to see my other new sister....TOODLES. They call her that because she is always following her nose and Mom says.....toodle-loo ( as Mom chases her down the driveway)....thus Toodles. She does have the longest ears in North America.

They won't let me drive (anymore). I can't reach the phone. So I have to rely on mom to go out and plug "If A Dog Could Blog." But I gotta give her credit......she does a pretty good sell job. Hear my mom, Lisa Breeden Garcia at:

As you'll read in 'IF A DOG COULD BLOG'((www.ifadogcouldblog.com)--what good is good fortune if you don't spread it around? Mom and Dad decided to share our life of adventures with RESCUE bassets. Meet my sister Frankie. Mom says...she has a screw loose...but she observes proper respect for my royal status on the old homestead. She's a fuzzy basset, but she --like me---loves to skunk hunt...bark hysterically at the horses...and then, roll over and GET HER BELLY RUBBED!!!!!

Fi, Fie, Fo Fum.
I smell....
CADBURY EGGS!!!!

Oh, I know, I know...."Dogs can't have chocolate"...But it NEVER stops this little basset from trying!!!

And you can read about my past Easter Egg Capers by visiting www.ifadogcouldblog.com...and BUY MY BOOK!

BEEN AWAY FOR A WHILE ON THE MOTHER SHIP..BUT WATCHING OVER MOM AS SHE DOES A GREAT JOB PROMOTING 'IF A DOG COULD BLOG'.....SEE ONE EXAMPLE AT THIS LINK!!!!!

http://www.kasa.com/dpp/nm_style/features/if-a-dog-could-blog

LOVE YA MOM

IF A DOG COULD BLOG
The Killer Chronicles

www.killerdog.typepad.com

If a dog could blog, this would be Killer’s daily---or at least somewhat occasional—report of the adventures of a royal canine and her family and subjects.

By Princess Lola LeDeaux, aka KILLER
(with help from her mom)

Blog #16
THREE COINS IN A FOUNTAIN….OR A COKE CAN
This didn’t actually happen today. But I got in trouble AGAIN today. Who knows what torqued them off this time. Oh yeah. I RUBBED MY BELLY in something stinky in the field. I was so happy—smelled like SKUNK! But Dad said I smelled like a gym locker, and so once again—TIME OUT. AND A BATH!!! But it gave me time to dry out and remember……………..

I was a tad rambunctious as a pup, and I did love to chew. Shoes, pillows, Dad’s smelly socks, couches.
My Gran told the folks there was a simple solution: place coins in a Coke can and tape it up. She added,” Every time she misbehaves, shake it at her and give her a TIME OUT!”
Well, they tried it a few times. I made them think I was, oh, SO scared. And then they woke up one morning..and they found the can CHEWED IN BITS and coins all over the floor!
Ah HAHAHAHAHA! I kill me. That’s why they call me KILLER!
(DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME!)

IF A DOG COULD BLOG
The Killer Chronicles

www.killerdog.typepad.com

If a dog could blog, this would be Killer’s daily---or at least somewhat occasional—report of the adventures of a royal canine and her family and subjects.

By Princess Lola LeDeaux, aka KILLER
(with help from her mom)

Post #15
THE DAY I COMMITTED AVIATION
As is befitting royalty, I have horses, stables and my Dad to slave away and care for them for ME.
We take the mares out for daily exercise, and sometimes Dad slaps them in the Rocket for a whole day of riding in the mountains!
Today we went to a place called Fourth of July Canyon. It has hills and streams and steep trails---and bridges, which I require. I do not like wet tootsies.
Towards the end of a glorious day, we were heading back to Mabes. There were lots of other humans and their canines on the trail. The perfect match! So many NEW subjects to admire my torso and RUB MY BELLY!
So I got a little behind. I did not see Mom and Dad and Brenda and the equines cross the stream. Dad was yelling at me to catch up and CROSS THE STREAM, CROSS THE STREAM!!! Well, I had NO intention of getting wet in that cold water. So I ran like a jackrabbit…propelled my very long beautiful ears….took a flying leap…and I SAILED over that stream! I landed on the other side CLEAN AND DRY.
Dad tells everyone it is the day I committed aviation.

IF A DOG COULD BLOG
The Killer Chronicles

www.killerdog.typepad.com

If a dog could blog, this would be Killer’s daily---or at least somewhat occasional—report of the adventures of a royal canine and her family and subjects.

By Princess Lola LeDeaux, aka KILLER
(with help from her mom)

Post #14
They shoot Bassets, don’t they?
Brenda and I love to motor.
We hop into Mabes (Dad’s aging Chevy pickup painted Maybelline Blue), and off we go on who knows what adventure.
When Dad hooks up the Rocket (the horse trailer—he names EVERYTHING) and loads up the horses, it can be even be an overnighter! Yes, we miss the Tempurpedic and “The Sopranos” reruns, but an overnighter is a-ok.
However, the time I write about today was just an in-town errand.
Here’s how it goes. Brenda gets in back and stretches out. I always sit in front because Dad needs help driving. I am the navigator. I bark and warn of trouble ahead. And the air conditioner is up front.
So this was a warmish day when Dad had to go to the computer store. Dad left down the windows and went in to transact business.
As he walks back---POW POW POP POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FIFTEEN bullets whizzed by my head! Dad dropped to the ground! Brenda dropped to the floor! I crawled under the driver’s seat. BANG BANG BANG!!!
Turns out, it was just pre-Fourth of July fireworks. I hate fireworks.
No harm, no foul. But I was still really happy to get home and see my MAMA. I rolled over in angst and she of course RUBBED MY BELLY!! And gave me turkey jerky.

IF A DOG COULD BLOG
The Killer Chronicles

www.killerdog.typepad.com

If a dog could blog, this would be Killer’s daily---or at least somewhat occasional—report of the adventures of a royal canine and her family and subjects.

By Princess Lola LeDeaux, aka KILLER
(with help from her mom)

Post #13
The day had such promise
It is so cool on weekends. You wake up, and Mom is right by my side on the Tempurpedic with no alarm clock disturbance! We sleep in. We wake up sllllloooowwwwlllly. We cuddle. We snuggle. We giggle. And she RUBS MY BELLY!!!
And then Mom fries bacon. Nothing like the weekend treat of an egg and crispy pig! After a hearty breakfast, Mom heads to the garden. She gets all busy. So Dad, Brenda and I head out to tend herd and do chores on the lower forty.
So it’s noonish. I wander back to the house in case lunch is a’brewin’.
And then it happened. Mom saw a glinting in the sun in her garden. She ventured near…bent over…and wouldn’t ya’ know it! There was my stash of foil encased chocolate covered Easter eggs!!!!!!
Ohmygosh—high tailin’ it back to the field. I am in SO much trouble…..but wait?
What is that sound? Mom’s not mad. She is laughing! Not just laughing, but CACKLING…doubled over belly laughing! And she says…
“Oh, Killer-willer. You are just TOO much!.”
Woosh. Out of detention this time. But she DID throw away my Cadbury cache.

IF A DOG COULD BLOG

THE KITTIES FROM HAEDES  I am a bit distracted these days because Mom and Dad went bonkers and brought home two kittens.

To be fair, our barn is lousy with mousies. Max, the resident cat, prefers his meals out of a can. So everyone said--get barn kitties.

So we have them. And they think the barn is MY Posturpedic!

They are called Bart and June. Brenda calls them "Lunch" and "Dinner"---and of course, Brenda is scared to death of them, but she talks tough around me.

At first I thought they were a novelty--and they are always bringing in lizards, bats--that snake I told you about it earlier this week---always a laugh riot.

But here's the deal. I sneak bites from their food.

And guess who caught me red-handed with a mouthful of kitty kibble. Yes, Drudge Mother.

She kicked me out the door.  Hmmph. Later she tried to make up with turkey jerky and by RUBBING MY BELLY---- BUT---well, actually, it worked.