Toddler photos of me

My mom found some toddler photos of me from Jane's.  I'm pretty cute if I do say so myself.

Who knew I'd grow up to be in the army?

The Nose

Madeline asked me to post her poem.  She mentioned I inspired this some how. I don't see it, but whatever...

The Nose

That Big, Black nose, in my face,

Doesn't know the words, personal space.

That Big, Black nose, waving in the air,

Sniffing things, getting whiffs of things, everywhere.

That Big, Black nose, skimming across the mat,

Sniffing this and sniffing that.

That Big, Black nose, that Big, Black nose,

It can't be stopped, I suppose.

by Madeline H. Crump

2.28.11



Back to work

I went to work twice this week. I welcomed my fellow Wolfhounds back and spent some nap time in CSM Manis and LTC Wilson offices. Rough life! 

Dad took me to his (A Co. 2/27 IN) Family Readiness Group (FRG) meeting this week.  A wolfpup took me for a walk. I think I have competition for the cuteness factor.

Dad will help me blog later to show you when our regiment received a gun from a Wolfhound veteran.

No fear!

Half of my guys are coming home!

So... my 2/27 soldiers are on their way home from a short training exercise at the National Training Center (NTC) in "lovely" Ft. Irwin, California.  I'm so excited to see them again and get back to work. 

It might be a while, but I also eagerly wait to meet the other half of the Wolfhounds - 1/27.  That's a lot more soldiers to sniff... and to pet me!  My siblings and I pray for their safe return from Iraq.

It's hard on the heart to be a Wolfhound, but somebody (some dogs too) have gotta do it.

No Fear On Earth!

Acrostic for Me

Obviously, my sister was bored one day and thought she was funny. Hmm... you be the judge.

Brat
Oddball
Roadblock
Zany
Over-sized
Interesting

Kooky
Oaf
Laid back
Crafty
Hairy
Awkward
King of the Wolfhounds!

by Madeline H. Crump
January 2011

Katch up time

I don't really have any big news and I haven't been doing anything exciting. Nearly all Wolfhounds are deployed - no work days for me.  If I could shed a tear, I would.  Then the winter surf is up and it's cold so my family won't take me to the beach.  Mom says she's tired of washing me after all these rains.  I guess my baths are a bit of a chore.

My siblings take so many photos of me just doing regular things, but they think I look either cute or funny.  I haven't come up with a way to present them so this will be a random smattering of my life in general. You can't see too many photos of me, can you?!?  (Don't answer that out loud. I have spies.)

Not a big fan of the post-beach bath. Save me!
Makes me look skinny, droopy, and sort of pathetic.
Hose water here is never really cold,
but in December it's not really warm either.

My sister has some sympathy for me.
Thank goodness somebody does...
surely not that lady with the camera that's laughing at me.

Madeline tries her best to keep me from shaking while screaming, "NOOOOOOO!!!"
As you can see from my smile, I think this is hilarious.

I'm a two-person job. Now it's Dad's turn.
(See the Christmas lights? I like winter here.)

Rinse number 42 means I'm nearly done.

Christmas Eve means we all get dressed up. I need my nails done.
Mom is learning to use the dremel so she can do it when Dad is gone.

I don't like this. I tried to move away from the mean lady,
but I ended up hooking myself on the school couch.
Mom likes this so I can't move my feet out of the way.

All done, but I think I'll just stay here.
Dad thinks I'm odd, but at least I'm happy.

My siblings take lots of photos of me sleeping.
I sleep a lot. But then no one takes the camera outside
when I go play so it's not like it's the ONLY thing I do...
just the most common way you'll find me.

Lots of space to spread out, but I prefer to sleep with my feet up
on a wall, the closet door, or whatever is next to me. Apparently,
my brother and sister think this is hilarious because there
are hundreds of photos of me like this. I'll show you some more.

I use this door jamb to help me streeeeettttch.

I think Madeline caught me smiling while I pull this illusion on her.
Am I laying on the floor with my feet on the wall or
sitting on the wall leaning onto the floor?

Reverse view of my illusion is illuminating my technique.

Madeline has been dying to show my readers
my creepy second eyelid (as she calls it).
Here it is and, now that I see it, I agree it's kind of icky looking.

Smiling in my sleep. They think I was chasing a steak in my dreams.

The mystery my staff cannot figure out:
I have a huge bed, yet I lay with some part of me
off of it - usually the important part - my head.
This time nearly half of me is on the floor and
the half that's on the bed is my bony behind.
I guess I like to pad my hinnie.

Stttttrrrrrreeeeettttch. Feels good and gets my people laughing.

You'll often find me airing myself out when I sleep.
This is the best!!
(and no Glamour Shots here.)

Same mystery - lots of room, but my head is off and...

...I've got my head under the bookcase.
(I shouldn't do that. I'm near the evidence that I chewed the new bookcase.
Note chew marks on case with wood dust on floor. oops.
I need to clean up after myself or sleep away from my crime. Caught.)

Happily snoozing with my cuddly toy, a.k.a. dead stuffy.

Madeline wanted more photos of me with incriminating evidence
to convict me of that unfortunate snowman stuffy murder last month.
HA! It's only Santa's beard and that proves nothing, I say, NOTHING!!

Now even Mom thinks she tampered with the evidence.
(although is does look kind of funny)

I may have posted this before, but I really like it.
Even the couch is too small for me!
I do like hanging out between my two sisters.

That's it for me!  It's late. Time to go sleep with my mom. I get to keep her warm (and safe) while Dad is gone. I even use his pillow!  I miss Dad, but I'll really miss his bed when he comes home.

Meeting Nana & Poppa

My dad went back to work after his leave and we miss him seeing him all day.  I did go to work with him one day.  I'll post those photos later.  The Wolfhounds that are not in Iraq left to train for their upcoming deployment.  Now we miss Dad all the time.  My dad is missing my sister's (human) 13th birthday and his 15th annniversary. 

Madeline guilted our grandparent's into coming for her birthday saying she wouldn't miss our dad so much if they were here.  They are gullible.  Works for me!  I got to meet one set of my grandparents. 

Me, Nana, and Poppa. I could get used to this.

I think my nana loves me.

I'm a happy Boyzoi!

Showing off my handsome proboscis.
Nana finally got used to the schnoz, but she couldn't get over how large I am.

{{ wink wink }}
I won't tell the other grandkids that I'm your favorite.
It'll be our little secret.

One birthday party and a visit from my grandparents kept me off of the computer. We also had it unplugged many nights as a precaution against possible lightning strikes. There were some incredible storms and lots of rain!  Flash floods, standing water, a river down my back yard and driveway - we were waiting for Noah.  I didn't like the rain since my mom wouldn't let us play in it. Something about not wanting us to get muddy.  Clean is so over-rated.  Can you imagine the fun Isabella and I could have in six inches of mud and a few giant puddles???  Mom was a party pooper. 

Today was my first time playing in the yard with Isabella in about a week. The mud just dried enough for mom to OK it.  She still had to rinse us - especially our feet in between the pads.  We went out each time she hung up or took down the laundry.  I was just glad to play in the sun and I ran around the perimeter of my yard about ten times before stopping to attack Isabella.  Freedom!  The rain brought many flies, mosquitos, and butterflies.  They are so fun to chase!  I also try to bite them if they land on me.  I'm told I look quite silly when I do that - ears perked up and alert while snapping at hapless flies!

I've also learned a new trick these last few weeks.  Barking!  It's really fun.  Isabella taught me to do it when I want to come in, go out, there's a knock at the door, doorbell on TV, a cat in the yard, the mailman comes, a pigeon is in the driveway, Matt's friends holler for him to play, and, today, I guarded us against a pile of leaves.  I'm a beast!!  The quiet Borzoi is no more, much to my family's chagrin.

I've got more photos to share, but not tonight.  I'm worn out from all that exercise this morning.  I hope 2011 is turning out super for you!  So far, it's treating me well.