There's No Place Like Home... The Poodles Return...

Lisa called... "the girls are ready!"... and I soon arrived to find a house full! On the bottom... from left to right... Mommy, Daddy and the 2-boys..all Shih Tzu-Poodle mixed... a neighbors pooches... and the top row.. a first-timer, the Doxie... and her adopted sister a Peek-a-Poo...

and of course the stars of the show... Precious and Roxy.

When I walked in... everybody started barking... except Lisa, who started laughing! yeow!

"Are we going home now?" My girls don't really care for all that noise!
"We made it back home all pretty & clean! Didn't know we were white did you?"
Precious is always a little suspicious of the camera. I don't know what she is thinking... but it's probably something like... "hey, where's my cookie!"... Roxy on the other hand is always ready, willing and able to pose... she's thinking... "If I'm really good and pose for mama's pictures I know I'll get a cookie!" and to answer Miss Scrappy Doo's question...
"of course we don't wear bows! We always get brand new kerchiefs from Miss Lisa... cause we're farm poodles! Ya know!"

Just livin' the life of a farm poodle... down here in French Lique!

Precious, Farm Dog Poodle

We got Precious when she was 12-weeks old. Ricky never cared for "house dogs"... but this dog is different. She took up with Ricky, and he with her.

I bought her for me... you know, a nice little lap dog to sit with me while I read... but Precious had a different idea. She wanted to be "daddy's girl"... and she is. She sits in his office in the evenings while he plays on his computer. She sits by his feet in the living room while he watches TV... and when she makes a mess (which is fairly often) and gets in trouble with me... she runs and sits in Ricky's lap and peeks at me from under the newspaper he's usually reading. Precious belongs to Ricky.

Hi! I'm Precious... and this is what I usually look like... usually...

So tonight when we got home from church... Precious and Roxy were no where to be found... they normally meet us at the gate, jumping and greeting us with their happy faces... But tonight... we had to call them... and from behind the detached garage they came... Roxy looking pretty much like she normally looks... and Precious...

Well, I'm going to let Precious tell you in her own words... arf! arf!... (translated by me...)...

Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Home from church already?!

Me? Oh I haven't been doin' nothin' much... I was just behind the garage lookin' for somethin'...

No, really... I promise... there was a big mama possum back there, with some babies... Those babies are cute!

My feet? Oh, I was trying to dig them out from behind that pile of wood back there... it was Roxy's idea you know!

Okay.. it was my idea... but Roxy helped... she was suppose to be my lookout! She's not a very good look out though... She didn't tell me you were home!

Look... I'm a farm dog... right Dad! Farm dogs dig in stuff and get dirty... I can't help myself.. it's in my blood!

Am I in trouble? Am I going to have to sleep on the porch tonight?

Hey! Roxy! I'm not in trouble... come on... let's go get them possums! You can keep a look out... uh... watch me!

There's just no keepin' a good farm dog poodle down... down here in French (poodle) Lique..