Isn’t this the most beautiful picture? Mom and I were walking at Sand Creek and mom started taking pictures like crazy. I think the only thing that could have made this picture better is if I were in it, but oh no, mom wasn’t thinking again.

And talk about mom and dad not thinking. How about that story she told about taking a walk during the week of rain and all that flooding? Well mom and dad thought it would be fun to walk around and see the water gushing down Sand Creek. I say can’t they be satisfied to watch it on TV. Water gushing everywhere with trash and sewer in it, is not something I think should be messed around with.  But oh no, here we go walking in the filthy water and having to dodge the crawdads that were being washed up on the sidewalk. And besides, those monsters are dangerous. You get too close and they’ll pinch your little nose and I hear it’s a death grip. I don’t even think mom or dad could pry their claws off my nose if they caught me. I think I see a reckless endangerment case happening if mom and dad aren’t careful and start protecting me a little more.

 Have you seen this picture of me? It was taken some time ago, but I wanted to have a picture on my blog so everybody could go ohhhhh ahhhhh. I’m just so dog gone cute. But real quick. Another story….. Dad and I went walking last night and I got to roll in goose poop. That was the most fun I’ve ever had. But sure enough mom and dad gagged and I got another bath. One day I’ll put 2 and 2 together and see if I can do something without a bath having to be involved afterwards.

 

Well off to work mom goes and I get to watch over dad, Have a wonderful day and blessings

Wiley the Wonder Dog

Dad's Fun Filled Ride ---- In An Ambulance!!!!!



Me  Hiding From The Bad People In the World

Boy do I have a story to tell this month. There I was, one fine August afternoon, dad and I taking our nap. Dad was resting because he and mom had a special evening planned, dinner and a play. And for some reason, I was going to be stuck at home because baby dogs aren’t allowed in those types of establishment. As usual I was going to spend another evening alone in this big house with all the scary noises going on, both inside and out.  I am learning to handle the loneliness, but it really ticks me off when they leave me alone like that. After all, I am just a little boy dog barely old enough to fend off any type of criminal activities that would occur in or around the house. But that’s not my story so I’ll stay on track.

Dad wakes up from his nap and he doesn’t feel good, something about his heart feeling funny and his blood pressure going sky high. I would think the faster your blood gushes through your veins, the better it would be, but I guess in the human world, it’s not good at all. So he calls mom and says we’re going to have to cancel our plans tonight because I don’t feel good. Well mom being the whole stress freak she is, gets home from work and immediately calls 911. I thought I would crack up laughing because dad seemed perfectly fine to me but because of mom’s panic attack, they call 911. Within minutes, there are these 6 strange people in our house and this great big red truck in front of the drive. They come in without knocking and start sticking this funny hose in dad’s nose, attaching these weird patches on his body and watching this little monitor they had on the floor. Then they start saying “Wow look at that thing spiking” I find out later they were talking about dad’s heart. So they use more technical language like “Let’s Transport Him to University” I thought university meant Universal Studio and I think wow what a cool ride for dad. I soon find out these 6 strange people are taking dad to University Hospital and that is not a fun place to be.  I’m really feeling sorry for dad and worried sick because by the time they got him to the hospital which is ½ mile away, they had an I/V going in his arm and fluids dripping into his veins and were really watching him closely. Mom could have gone with them, but I’m happy she stayed with me and explained a few things so I would understand the entire severity of the events happening around me, plus she called Jacob to let him know.

Then mom locks up the house and is off. I’m not sure what all they did to dad, but he got home about 6 hours later and seemed to be just fine.

Mom and dad were talking that night in bed and dad has something called A-Fib. There is another name for it, but it’s really long and difficult to say.  It has something to do with the top part of the human heart not staying in rhythm and kind of doing a crazy jerking dance. After that, realizing we were all exhausted, we went to bed and slept the entire night. We relaxed a little bit all weekend and now dad is going to see his regular doctor. Then once we find out what’s going on with him, I think we’ll feel a whole lot better. I can’t wait for him to be given a clean bill of health so we can get back to walking our normal 1 to 1.5 miles each day instead of these little ½ mile walks we’re now doing.

Well everybody, please keep dad in your prayers and we’ll keep you up to date on what’s happening.

Well we just found out that dad will be fine! Boy is that good news! Now back to normal in this household.

Blessings everybody and have a great day!

Wiley the Wonder Dog.

Missing My Mom

Hi Everybody

My first thought is what the heck is this convention thing all about. I get up on Tuesday morning July 16th, everything starts out normal, but then dad carries this canvas rectangle box out to the car. I’m thinking it’s a funny case for an airplane, but what do I know. Then dad and mom both give me a kiss good-bye and I think dad is driving mom to work and why can’t I go. I find out later that night when I’m stressed to the max that mom got on this crazy flying machine with an ELK on the tail and headed to this place call Salt Lake City. So now dad and I are alone for 6 days by ourselves and to make matters worse, dad had surgery right after he dropped mom off at the airport.  I had to take care of him. I think he should have been in the hospital, but, they sent him home to me with this big bandage on the side of his face. For the rest of the week, it’s take care of dad, take off the bandage, lick the wound, put the bandage back on. It wasn’t easy doing that twice a day. But dad is healing well and I have decided I might  become a doctor when I grow up. And I’ll tell you one thing, with me health care will  be affordable. Give me a doggie bone and I’m happy. None of this $1000 for a simple lick from my tongue.  Life was pretty easy for us guys, we just relaxed and did guy things, and when mom came home 6 days later all we heard was convention this and convention that. My gosh that woman can babble on and on. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it at the August Stamp Camp and probably to infinity and beyond.

See you all then. Blessings to everybody.

 

What a Boring Weekend!

Well do you remember what a great time I had last weekend, walking in the wilderness with mom and dad, sniffing out wild animals? Well this weekend: NOTHING. Their idea of a good time was going to Bluff Lake and watching the moon come up. Well of course we didn't see it until it was 20% up, because of the clouds. I can't believe they couldn't figure that out. When there are clouds, you're not gonna see the moon and they really thought they were being cute when they picked a spot where I can't even walk. For some reason Bluff Lake is a designated Wilderness Refugee and I'm not allowed.

This picture you see of me. Well you can tell it's not at Bluff Lake and it's certainly not at dusk on a cloudy day, but mom and dad didn't even take a picture of me this weekend. How Pathetic huh!

 

Well I better say so long for now, because mom had work to do and I gotta get some stuff done too.

 

Have a good day and blessings everybody

Wiley the Wonder Dog.

Mt. Evans Today - Mt. Everest Tomorrow

Well everybody it wasn't as rough at Mt. Evans as everybody said it would be.

Here is my story Conquering Mt. Evans.

 

 

This picture shows me scoping out the terraine. Lots of Evergreen Trees, beautiful lush grass (could be weeds), and these really pretty yellow flowers scattered all over the side of the road. Somebody said they were dandelions, but  I assure you they are not. They are such a bright yellow and have a different stem them the dandelion weed. I asked mom and dad to pull over so I could smell them but they said NO, so we'll never know the beautiful fragrance that only I could describe with my expert scent ability.

But moving on with my observation, the roads are narrow and there are these crazy people riding on these contraption that only have 2 wheels. Although they go at a pretty fast pace down hill, they really struggle going up hill. Dad said something about they better be in pretty good shape to do the 14 miles to the top of Mt. Evans. I said they probably have something like stupid plastered all over their forehead.  Then dad explained to me that staying in shape is good for your health and aa long life, so I guess maybe stupid isn't the word, maybe smart is on their forehead.

So we got to Echo Lake and it's was so crowded, that wehad to carry on to Summit Lake. I saw a picture of Sam at Summit Lake and it was beautiful,  crystal clear blue lake, grass and again flowers scattered through out the field looking up to the top of Mt. Evans. For me, it was frozen tundra. As you can see by the pictures below, there is still snow and the grass is barely turning green. But with winds at 30-40 mph and so cold, if I were a blade of grass, I wouldn't grow either.

Mom has a video of me playing in the snow bank you see on the right hand side, so if you'd like to see it, just ask her.

 

 

This is a picture of dad and me. You can tell we're in our element up here. The rough terrain, the bitter cold, and becoming one with nature. Truly it's a mans world.

Another picture of Dad and me checking out nature. Do you see the ice on that lake? Doesn't that just scream COLD!.

 

And Mom and me sitting on a rock. Do you notice how I'm in front of her? It's because I have to protect her from falling off the rock. She is such a sissy. When we were hiking on the rock, she was almost on her hands and knees making sure she wouldn't fall. Me on the other hand I was practically running up and down those paths. Shows my athletic ability huh!

Well finally the day was over. I didn't want it to ever end.   I must admit I was pretty tired though, that high altitude can really tucker a little boy dog out. I slept on mom's lap the whole way home and she rubbed my ears so they wouldn't hurt.

 

I hope you all enjoyed my adventure. Hope we get to go someplace exciting again real soon and when we do, you'll hear all about it.

 

Have a great day and blessings.

Wiley the Wonder Dog.

 

 

 

Wiley Loves Money

Wiley and the Paycheck

Well here I am, contemplating how I'm going to explain this to mom and dad. It tasted so good, the colored paper, the ink, the water marks.... How was I to know when there is paper on the bed, and it has numbers on it and words that say Pay To The Order Of...that I'm NOT allowed to chew it up.

 I see dad shred paper all the time and I only thought I was being a good boy and helping, and I know for a fact that my method of shreading something is cheaper than dad's way, because he has to use electricy and I don't, but oh no, here we go again with another life lesson which is...."Wiley if you want to eat and have a roof over your head. DON'T eat dad's paycheck. So I think dad and I have both learned a lesson. Dad doesn't leave checks on the bed and I don't shread them....We'll see who has a relapse first. I'll keep you posted.

 

Have a wonderful day everybody and Blessings.

Wiley the Wonder Dog.

 

P.S. Don't tell mom, but I do sneak into her Stampin' Up! room and eat her card stock (only sometimes though)

 

 

Another Story from Wiley the Wonder Dog. - April 2013

Hi Everybody.

 

         Wiley Contemplating

 

Well here I sit contemplating what I’m going to do with the bonus check mom got. It wasn't much, but I'm a dog of little needs.

I do think a day at the puppy spa, or maybe I could have my ears pierced, a tail ring. You know something to make me look like a real tough dude dog.

Wiley practicing for the Iditarod

Plus I’m going to start training for the Alaskan Iditarod; I think I’ll need special gloves, boots and ear muffs for that little trip. But there’s something about being able to pull a 400-450 pound sled that people are telling me about now why would they think I needed to worry about that?  I’m seeing joy ride!!!!! (not drive). I’m so excited. I’ll let you know what adventure I get to go on…..oh wait a minute. I think I get to walk around Sand Creek (again) mom just said something about taxes and Uncle Sam. Who is the Uncle Sam? Why does he need all my money? Next time I see this Uncle of mine, we're going to have a talk....a really long talk.

Blessings

Wiley the Wonder Dog,

 Wiley after the Iditarod.

 

Wiley's Little Corner Of The World

This article was written by Wiley in May of 2013. Hope everybody enjoys it.

 

Well here it is another month and boy is this weather fickle. First we’re playing in the snow and then we’re working in the flower garden, then back to snow puppies (Angels) Don’t you think God has a really funny sense of humor? But it doesn’t matter; I get to be outside either playing in the snow or helping mom dig in the yard to plant flowers. Unfortunately my digging expertise is not really appreciated by this establishment. I guess mom has specific places to dig and all other areas are off limits. I know I have a better sense of where flowers should go and scattered throughout the lawn sound really beautiful to me. But mom says no. So I’m left with only my expert knowledge of landscaping, and I’m willing to share if anybody needs any pointers (not the dog) just let me know and I’ll come over and help or teach your best friend how to help you plant your flowers this spring.

Moving on though I wanted to tell you about a super park that Mom, Dad and I discovered while delivering Stampin’ Up! Orders. We had so much fun, mostly dodging Frisbees, but really a great walk. We walked 2 miles and I really could have walked more. There were so many new smells, the stale water was my favorite, but, mom and dad wouldn’t let me go exploring down there.  Something about them loving me and not wanting me to get some disease. Are parents always this protective, because it’s starting to get on my nerves a little bit? How do they expect me to learn, tap into my wild side or just get downright muddy?

Well again, mom is on a deadline to get this newsletter out today, sooooo I’ll say good-bye for now and wish you all a wonderful day and blessings to all.

Love you

Wiley the Wonder Dog.