Elvis, aka Killer, Strikes Again!

Well, I did it again! I killed another rodent! So, here's the story: I was outside this morning, making my rounds. I knew he was there in one of the birdhouses. I made such a fuss that Mom even put the white birdhouse on the ground so I could stick my nose inside and sniff around. Too late...he was gone! But the trail was still hot so I kept on sniffing. As usual, Presley just doesn't 'get it'. He would rather be in the house lounging on his ottoman, looking out the front window. Mom thinks he ought to learn to be more macho and develop a killer instinct like yours truly, so she put him outside with me. He just stands there, wagging his tail, trying to act interested. Well, anyway, I caught a good scent coming from the gourd birdhouse. I went bonkers and began to squeal and jump at it. Mom finally came out to see what was going on. She thought I was after the little green tree frog hanging on the window screen. Thinking I would shut up and move on, she moved the frog out of my sight. WRONG! I smelled a rat and I wasn't about to move on! I kept on howling so she finally got a clue. I was looking straight at the gourd, about to pee I was so excited! Well, wonder of wonders, she took hold of the thing and gave it a shake. Suddenly, this huge rat jumped out, ran across her hand and hit the ground! Mom screamed and I went for the kill! I nailed him good...bit the whole side of his head off and gutted him in one bite! Meanwhile, Mom gathered her wits and ran after me shouting "Oh s**t...no Elvis, yucky, stop, don't eat him. You'll get sick!" I'm thinking, " Ya, I'm gonna eat him and you're not getting him." She chased me all over the yard before she finally managed to pry the dead carcass from my mouth. Presley finally got on board and tried to get a taste before she threw the thing over the fence. Later, after Mom went in the house, Presley and I found the other side of the rat's face, lying on the patio stones. Wouldn't you know...she came back out and caught us chewing on it...what a spoilsport! She threw it over the fence too!

Oh well, there's more where that one came from! You can bet your blue suede shoes that The King is on the prowl. As for Presley, he has the machismo of Clay Aiken or David Archuleta.....He may take a little nibble but, Killer he ain't, baby!

Merry Christmas??

Well, Mom says it's Christmas...time to get our pictures taken in these stupid hats again! All I wanted to do was get my chops on that Beanie Bear, but Mom rescued him before I could do any major damage. Presley went limp and was afraid to move, so he just layed there like he was in a coma or something. She looked everywhere for those silly reindeer antlers from last year, but she couldn't find them. Boy, was I glad!

We Smell a Rat!

Me and Presley have been stalking this field mouse for weeks. I even killed one of his brothers a few months ago. Anyway, when Mom came home last night and let us out, I ran straight to this birdhouse. I knew he was in there. Mom heard all the commotion and came out to see what was going on. I was howling and barking like a coon hound, man! I had him treed! She picked up the birdhouse and while she was looking inside, a huge mouse jumped out. She nearly fainted! Well, the mouse ran off into the herb garden with Presley and me hot on his tail. Darn it, he got away. Boy, I wish I could have nailed him!

Mom put the birdhouse on the ground because I kept trying to get to it. We just wanted to stick our noses in there and smell the sweet smell of rodent.....Ah, someday I'm gonna get you, little mouse!

Doggie Donuts

That's what mom calls us when we get all curled up. Presley is a gingerbread donut and I'm multi grain. Mom is so silly!

Where's The Harley?

Next thing you know, we'll be sporting leather jackets! We are some cool dudes, man!

Gitcha motor runnin'

Head out on the highway

Searchin' for adventure

Whatever comes our way!

Born to be wi-i-ild

Born to be wi-i-ild !!!

brrrooom, brrooom !!

Now, THIS is cute, Miss Clew! Wanna ride, baby?

What's that Mom? Oh, we don't have a Harley....yet?

Bummer, man!

Keeping Watch

Presley and I like to sit in the front window and watch the kids play. I bark like crazy when I see another dog! The other evening a tiny frog was sitting on the outside window ledge. I nearly went crazy trying to get at him. Presley looks at me like I've lost my mind when I act up like that. He just doesn't know how to have fun!

Our ottoman is right by the computer also. Sometimes we lay our heads down and take nap while Mom is blogging.

What a life!

Bath Time

The girls insisted on giving us a bath. Hell-oooo, we're dogs...do we really need to be clean? Boy were we glad when that was over! We ran through the house shaking and shimmying!