Here I Am

Grabbed Mom's camera...snapped a quick one. Here I am looking at you!

It was a busy weekend. Dad went turkey hunting. We had fun with turkey calls. I get really excited hearing turkey's! Dad did not bring home what Mom calls "the BIG chicken," but he had a really good time.

I got to work on the dog kennel today. Well, I more than likely, mostly, just got in the way and almost got myself hammered a couple of times, but it was work I tell you. You have to watch for the boards, stay clear of the hammer, make sure you don't bump the level and get used to all the hammering. It is a lot of work. Honest.

Dad is putting up a barrier wall so that it is harder to see us from the bike path that runs behind our house. It isn't such a big deal in summer when the trees are in full bloom, but in Winter Mom doesn't like the clear view down into the kennel. There has been vandalism to the back of our shop and anyone else's property that faces the path and Mom is wanting to minimize any curiousity we may create during the day. It also serves as a little extra protection from the weather. It has gone up pretty quickly.

Miss Moose and I played hard this weekend too. It was the first real Spring day we have had. Mom and Dad didn't need jackets and Mom washed her car in the front yard.

Not a lot of training this weekend - but sometimes you have to just take a day off to enjoy the sun.

I am Hugh

Race Day...

My Mom ran a couple of races this weekend in the same day and I, out of all the poodles, got to go! I had a really good time. I have no pictures..I was too busy watching everything to take a picture.

There were lines for everything..lines for bathrooms, lines for water, lines for bananas (if you raced), lines for medical treatment. Whew, people every where!

The morning started out pretty cold and I was really shy. A Westie came over to say "hi!" but he was just too in my face for me. I growled at a lab. It's owner wasn't too impressed with that. My Uncle Tom said not to worry. I had a lot of people tell me that I was cute and wanted to pet me. One was a really tall guy who said he had poodles at home, but I didn't like him. My Dad said he seemed like a nice guy. I didn't care. A mother and a daughter came along and I liked them a lot. Then there was this older guy. He said that he had run the Pear Blossom for the last 10 years or so and he and Dad talked hunting. The guy had a puppy lab at home. He got down on his knees in front of me and rubbed me all over. Dad said to Mom that the guy even rubbed me on the head and I didn't have a problem with him. Dad said by the end of the visit I was ready to go home with the guy. Dad said he thought the guy reluctantly said goodbye to us when his friend caught up with him.

I was doing good and thankfully Dad moved us across the street to watch the 10 Mile race start because when they did the count down and they hit 1 the Mountain Men shot off about 10 muzzle loaders at the same time and scared the begeezus out of me! Dad said he was glad he didn't stay where he was originally because I would never have wanted to be around a gun again it was so loud. Mom even said to Dad that when she was in the starting line up and the guns went off that she said out loud to Heather that she hoped I wasn't too close by.

My day started out rough, but by the end of the day I was pretty much into the groove and not having a problem with anyone. I got a rest when Mom came back from her 10 mile race and we had to get some protein in her fast. Dad put me in the truck in my crate and I took a well deserved nap. Being a cute poodle is lots of work.

I am Hugh

Snow Day!

Just wanted to share a picture - this went to my First Mommy and my Mom wasn't going to put it on my blog, but she said she liked the picture so much she told me to use it.

Here I am this morning enjoying a good look see in our snow covered yard. No hunt training today...

I Am Hugh

Ooops, I Did It Again...

• Soooooo, Kissty Kissty, my groomer, forgets sometimes that I will chew through anything and everything if given half a chance. I only kill my toys, Moose's or Marc's scarves, Moose's collars, kennel rugs or my leash. The picture is all that is left of my field leash that Dad just got me.

Mom got a call yesterday from Kissty asking her where Dad got my newly purchased leash. Mom said, "Whhhyyy?" Kissty said she put me in my crate for just a minute to run downstairs and pick up another dog and then she remembered my "issues" and she ran back upstairs and I had already chewed through the leash in three spots!

This is the second time I have done this to her. Kissty was worried that Dad would be mad at her. Mom set her straight - Dad would be mad at me, but not at her. Kissty Kissty said I was being groomed for free. Dad didn't like that. He thinks (and so do I) that Kissty works hard to make me look good and she should get paid for it. Kissty told Mom that Hugh is like her baby too, so that is what she was going to do and Dad could pay her all he wanted and she just wouldn't cash the check.

Mom heard from First Mommy that my Dad, Drifter, chewed through his hunting vest this last trip out hunting with his Dad. First Mommy said that they think it was because Drifter was mad because he didn't get to go in and eat with everyone else and that he got stuck in his crate, so he chewed his vest up. Mom says that I get bored easy. She says that I am worse than any smart dog (including the Border Collie Clancy) that she has ever had when it comes to getting bored easy. Mom wishes there was something she could do for me during the day so that I wasn't so bored, but she really is reluctant to leave much in the kennel with me anymore because I am so good at detroying stuff.

I did chew up Moosie's collar really good. Mom was pretty mad at me for that because it had skulls on it and it was pink. I don't know what that has to do with anything, but apparently that was really important.

Today was a big snow day. Not good for Mom, but great for me and my pals!!!

I am Hugh