Let me tell you something son-

I am mama dog, and don't make me take you out back for a spanking. Mind your manners. I brought you into this world, and I can take you out. You ain't that big and bad.  You GOT me? Now act like you know.

Boogie Monster

The boogie monster lives under my guest bed.  It is solid black, with glow-in- the-dark eyes, and shiny white teeth. It bangs on the hardwood floor as you hear it pull its boney body under the bed. There it sleeps, listening for you above.  This monster wails in its sleep.  It bangs its head against the floor with bad dreams. It kicks, flails around, screams and makes awful sounds.  Guests have tried to describe the noises and cannot. They beg me not to let the boogie monster in at night, so they can sleep. These attacks happen periodically all through the night with no rest for the weary. No matter how much you yell or scream, the noises don't stop.

Shanti can pull her skeleton like body under that bed and has horrible nightmares.  People dread her banging under their bed all night long.  She does not care. See below, as boogie monster dog (40 lbs) emerges from dark to pull out from under 7" tall bed frame...

Here is a glimpse of the monster, hiding under the bed. If you cannot see you, she thinks you cannot see her.

Horse and buggy run-

Off to go running (or struggling to steer).  We STOP traffic. Especially my beautiful baby in the carriage. People slow down to take a look and out pops Maisy, an Ewok look-a-like. I cannot help it if my baby can eat your baby.

Hey mom. What the hell is everyone looking at?

Can we go now? I am waiting!

Shanti on the boat, ready to leave, impatiently waiting for the rest of us to finish having fun on the island. She is the Alpha Dog, can you tell?  

"Golf Cart Maisy"

Recently I was ran over by my own golf cart, at the "hands" of my dog Maisy. I had parked the golf cart at the top of my steep driveway coming back home from a ride with my 3 dogs. I got out and walked in front of it to shut a building door.  Maisy went to follow me so I clapped my hands to alert her to stay in the cart. Well, that startled my little angel and the next thing I know, she jumped back and bumped the floor brake off.

Being on a hill, as the golf cart rolled forward, Maisy fell onto the floor and rolled onto the gas pedal.  She was like a fat tick stuck on its back and with more speed, she could not get up.  I had about 10-15 feet to react. I jumped to the side, took a slight graze from the front end, grabbed the windshield bar as it went by and dove in.  As we bounced around, I reached for steering wheel (on my knees, belly) and Maisy was bumped right out.  I turned the wheel to miss my house and car, running over decorative river rocks, through rose bushes and a small tree in the woods by my driveway.  I took out a small limb, while leaves/debris covered the cart as it popped out, back onto the driveway still rolling right along. I was able to reach over and press brake with my hand and the cart stopped inches before crashing through my back gate and/or house. Maisy popped up, fine but startled. The other 2 dogs never fell off. I had bruises and strained my thumb ligaments on the stunt move to gain control from Maisy over my own cart.  Just then the neighbors came home, thankfully to miss the ordeal for their viewing pleasure.

Now I never park on a hill, with Maisy at the wheel.  It could have been a lot worse.  Glad I had thumbs!

Do you want me to drive again mom?  I got it this time. - Maisy

Sam has a man crush...

Beau, the big shepard boy that Sam loves, admires and follows everywhere.

Sam keeping an eye on his man prey.

Sammy swimming with his athletic BFF.

Sammy sad. We had to leave and here he keeps watch for his man dog.

Stop yelling mom. I found the remote.- Shanti

1. It now smells funny.
2. Shanti finds the butt area positioning uncomfortable.