A stroll down memory lane...

Bear here...Mom is feeling sentimental and is organizing our 26,392 pictures from the last few years into her new SmugMug account.  Yea, don't ask me, it's something you take all the pictures that are trapped in the camera then you must trap them in a mug somehow.  People are weirdos.  In other words I don't really get to blog, just do this intro.  Robbed.

Oh and you might notice we look much younger and thinner in some of these.  It's a trick of the light, at least for me.  Sam's always been a lard butt.  If you don't recognize somedogs here it's cuz they're family or fosters of days long ago.  Of course most fosters never leave here, we're like the Foster Dog Black Hole.  I'd complain, but I was a foster once too.

Wow, I'm like drop dead gorgeous in that last shot.  Wonder why Mom didn't let me model.  Anyway, there's a lot more but I had my meds already and I'm kinda sleepy.  Maybe tomorrow.  -Care Bear

Remembering Tucker-Doodle

Maryann here....

I know we've made a lot of new friends this past year that never knew Tucker, but on my birthday last year he passed away.  (the 31st)  It was a hard blow for me especially since he was just the second Brat in the pack, he was very rarely ill and just seemed like he had so much time left.  It was sudden, which I still haven't decided if that's a gift or a curse.

Anyway...here's the story of how Tucker became a Brat from way back when the blog started in 2007 Click here...

My ex-husband and I adopted him out of the blue one day as a puppy years ago.  Although I wanted a big hairy beast of a dog he convinced me Tucker was the one and that he was correct about.  He was one of the best dogs ever.

Here's the story of what happened last year...  Click here

Between those stories are years of Tucker's life that I'm relieved I blogged about so I would always have the different memories.  I wish I had started blogging for them sooner.

While it's hard for me to even go back and read, I do want to say that the Brats have visited the Airport Freeway Animal Emergency Clinic WAY more times than I like to admit.  They've always been great so if you're in the area always keep them in mind.

So anyway...just thought I'd share some of my favorite pics of him through the years.  He was always a ham for the camera and very rarely would you see him without a baby.  I think about him everyday.

And last but not least....The Duck.  Tucker had this duck for over a year, he carried him everywhere, slept with him, ate with him, you name it.  

Miss you, buddy....everyday.

PS...Just a re-post, several pics of Tucker-Doodle in here. :)

America's Most Wanted

The heinous* crime:

(This crime is particularly heinous as all Brats in Brat history have never inflicted furniture damage)

The Suspect:

Other Dogs of Interest wanted for questioning:

The Informant aka NARC:

Testifying for the Defense:

If you have any information about this crime,  please call 1-800-BAD-DOGS.

Frozen Blueberry Bombs!

It's Samantha.  You probably don't remember me because I'm always forgotten.  Here I am in case you don't:

OK, I don't really know if they are BOMBS but that's what we decided to call them because the flavor EXPLODES in your mouth!  It's true.  We almost fell over in shock when Mom actually made them though since we've been waiting an e-turn-i-tee.

It's a good thing our fruitables come from the freezer and not the ground because they'd be all moldy and maggot-y by now.  Bear says that some dog's Mom actually grows their fruitables, but our Mom says that's an old wives tale and everything comes in a frozen bag.

First we piled up everything to make them...and picked our fruit fresh from the freezer.

Here's what ya need if you wanna make...a tub of yogurt, we like vanilla around here.  A bag of, uh, fresh blueberries and some honey.  Ours is heavenly since it came from the church, but you can use naughty honey if you want.  It probably tastes the same.

Throw it all in a bowl and mix and mix and mix.  We just throw a bunch of honey in there without measuring because that's how we roll.  All of the yogurt and berries go in though.

Next you plop them in these ice cube holder things that go in the freezer...if I were making them they'd be all nice and neat but she's kind of messy and impatient.

Now they're cooking in the freezer so we haven't been able to chow down yet.  Soon though.  While we're waiting we got to lick the bowl and the flat mixer thingy, it was so good. I'm only showing you Bear and I because the other three always have their pictures everywhere because they're camera ho's.

I'll try to post a BOMB review but you know I hardly can fight my way to the computer these days.  Everydog else is always on it.

xoxo - Samantha

Big Drama

Care Bear here.  I guess I'm not important because I've gone through a traumatic experience this past week and do you see anything on this blog about it?  NO.  I'm having to come here myself and tell you my troubles.

First off, I've had this little, uh, problem for a while.  I'd post a pic but it's kind of embarrassing, not that my mother cared when she posted it all over Facebook.  I had some weird nipple thing going on, it started to look like an alien and was all inside out then Dr. Becky poked it with a needle and ooky stuff came out.  It would be ok for a while then it filled back up and I was all who cares, I don't even use nipples but they said no more draining it, I'm going under the knife.  Just like that, like I was a Thanksgiving turkey to be carved.

It was a surprise blitz, I thought I was going to work with Mom that morning and next thing I knew I was HERE:

I still looked happy at this point because my friends Dr. Becky and Marie were there.  I was kind of getting suspicious though, I mean I'm behind bars and all.

Next thing I knew I was seeing rainbow colored unicorns flying over my head throwing down steaks like those people throw out candy at a human parade.  When I woke up I was all confused and looked like THIS:

I thought maybe it was all a dream until they took that blanket off and I saw it.  It was like I had been shanked, only with a straight cut and a nice stitch job.

To add insult to injury I was just supposed to have my teeth cleaned I guess and now I'm missing three.  It's a good thing those unicorns were a dream since I couldn't chew the steaks anyways.

I decided I had enough with being manhandled and forced into surgeries like I lived in a communist country, I was about to protest but Mom gave me illegally drugged peanut butter and I was all:

Now I have even bigger problems because my stupid brothers are making fun of me behind my back.  They think I don't hear it but they're saying stuff like how I'm not cool because I'm nippleless.  I don't even know how many I'm supposed to have, I can't bend my head down far enough to count them.  I tried googling it but that was a bad idea since it brought up all kinds of weird stuff.

So that's my story.  I thought I was going to the office, instead was doped up, cut open, my teeth yanked out, doped up again and now I'm half naked and missing a nipple.

Bear

PS  Marie said the ball of stuff they took out was pretty big and weird.  I guess that part is kind of manly.

I really wanna stay.

Hi.  It's Conrad.  I've never blogged but am gonna try it out.

I don't wanna leave and go live with someone else.  I like it here with all my brothers.  I even have a big sister that hates me.  Doesn't that mean she wants me to stay?  I've tried really hard to be good.  I guess I messed up eating the window sill and some other stuff, but I'm still a dumb puppy so I should be forgiven right?

I even had surgery on my privates so I could be in the cool dog club.  It kinda hurt but not really.  Felt a little funny after though, like being naked down there.  At least they don't bounce when I run anymore and no dog can bite them.

They have burger night here.  I don't know if I could find another house that has burger night and that would make me cry.

I didn't even know this, but you can eat these things called MOO TUBES.  They're the throats from cows.  Isn't that cool but kinda gross?  They're crunchy and crack when you bite them like chips.


Wait till I tell you what part of the bull we get to chew on...it's gnarly and totally rad.  Shhh....it's their....WEENIES!  Can you believe it???  They're chewy and long (freakishly long actually) and are kinda greasy.  Otis says not to compare mine to theirs because they're obviously freaks of nature and must be on "the juice" like that guy Vin Diesel that Mom thinks is hot . The humans call them pizzle or bully sticks so they're not completely grossed out about bull ding-dongs being in their house.  Mom freezes them so they're kinda like Penis-Popsicles.  Man I love it here so much.

The other night we had mail and it was a bag of ANTLERS.  I thought it was kinda sad that they made deer give up their antlers, but then Mom said they left them in the forest for us so that's ok then.  They're humane antlers.  I wonder if that's how the bulls give us their bully sticks too.  Hmm.  I'll ask Rulon, he knows everything and is very smart.  He tells me so everyday.  Here's me chewin' a Bambi-friendly antler.

The magic mailman brought us this big bed, it's like a poofball that never goes flat and we can wrestle on it too.  I sleep on it sometimes when my brothers let me.  (This came from the phone so it's kinda fuzzy)  Wow, Otis has a big butt here.

I don't have a picture yet, but Bear told me a story about how to really be an official Brat you have to have a scar and I HAVE ONE!  It's on my cheek and it's totally a hole because Otis beat me up!! (Uh, that's another story for another day and I kinda let him)  I have to get Mom to take a pic of it, it didn't really bleed but it's still a scar so that counts for sure!

Most of all I don't wanna leave because my big brother Bear is my best friend in the whole entire world. I want to be just like him when I grow up.




He loves me too. A lot. I just know it.



So these are some of the reasons I should stay.  I have more though but Sister Sam says I have to go and she's the boss of me.

- Conrad (I'll have a nickname soon and I hope it ROCKS)