This is Hoover. Yesterday two things happened that disturbed me. The first one is that He took away our dirt. Last week He was doing a lot of shoveling on the other side of the gate where He parks the Riding Things. We were so excited because He piled all that nice cool dusty dirt in our play area. Oh, what joy as we spent the week laying in it, digging in it and taking it with us into the house. It was so nice and cool to lay in, it just flew all over when we dug in it, and, of course, it was all over our fur when we ran into the house. It was lovely. It must have something to do with the Big No we hear when we dig anywhere. They had a talk about it, I saw Them pointing and pacing but I didn't recognize any words. Then He came with a shovel and took it all away and put little stones there. They are cool to lay in but they don't stick to our fur the way the other stuff did. Also I guess we are not supposed to dig in it. I told Dyson not to, I even barked at him a couple of time and ran in to tell on him. So when She came out to see what he was doing we both got the Big No. I think She knows it wasn't me, cause she looked at our paws.
The other thing that disturbed me is the Little Red Whiner. I know it is red because I wear a red collar and have a red leash. The Little Red Whiner is small and has two tails. She puts one of them into the wall and then drags the other one on the floor. It likes dirt, too, because She gave it all our dusty dirt that was on the floor in the house. I can not decide if I like the Little Red Whiner or not. Dyson just laughs and walks away, I secretly think he is afraid of it. Once She put one of the tails a little close to Dyson's nose and he got up in a huff and walked off. But I smelled the fear in him. I am not afraid of the Little Red Whiner at all. Except that one time when I stepped on it's tail and it yanked it right out from under my foot. That made me a little nervous. It hides one tail inside it's belly, but the other tail stands up in the tiny room with it all day. I feel a little sorry for it because it can not move unless She drags it around. How boring. I'm glad I am a dog.

This is Hoover. Strange going's on here in the neighborhood last night. I thought there were kids ringing the doorbell but when we barked our greetings strange short creatures looked in the door. I was pleased to see we scared them more than they scared us. I was really surprised when She rewarded them with candy-chocolate-what a smell.
Next door to us there is The Lady Over the Wall. She talks to us sometimes when we call to her. She sounds nice. I recognized her voice when she came over last night-but she looked normal and didn't get any candy. Then She put us in the kitchen. I told Dyson it was his fault because he barked at The Lady Over the Wall. He thinks it is my fault 'cause I licked her toes. Either way we were put in the kitchen. I think They think we will figure out by ourselves what we did wrong. But we don't. Usually Dyson heads straight for the food bowl. I usually head for my bed and take a nap until They forget what ever the happened. It is good to let Them sort it out Themselves.
Well, it is getting late and I need another nap after a long day of guarding Him. They are just watching the picture box anyway and I see no danger ahead.

This is Hoover. We went for the walk again today. I love the place where we can run with out leashes. Dyson, big brother that he is, always runs off to sniff. My favorite part is just running and trying to catch him not looking. I don't win much. I don't know why They call it a wash, because that is one of my least favorite things. I have a feeling They are going to do that to us again, it has been a long time and we are feeling grungy. He threw a whole bunch of dirt into our play area and what did They expect? Dirt is dirt and it is always a challenge to find out what is buried there. Well, there I am chasing a squirrel again. (Dyson says we are supposed to loose focus, but I don't see Them doing that like we do.) Let me get back to our walk this morning. I don't know where it came from but somewhere in the path something jumped up and stuck to my paw and They laughed at me when I tried to shake it off. It hurt, too. Anyway He stopped me and pulled it out. I really like Him, he is always just letting us be boys. Sometimes I like Her best, especially when She scratches my ears. Dyson keeps telling me we are dogs and should not act like Them, but as an observer I think we could learn a lot from Them. Darn, there's that squirrel again.
There is a place when we walk that is all cool and soft on our feet. We are allowed to run around in it and sniff the trees. Oh, what pleasure to fill my nose with all that stuff. It is enough to dream about all afternoon. That is where I am headed now, just can't decide if it is my turn to sleep at the front door or the back door. I will have to check out where Dyson is. Later.........

This is Hoover. Just so you know I have been an observer all my life. I know my life has been short, but I can still say that. I have been observing for one year and eight months and have learned several things about my family. Dyson says humans don't care what a dog has to say, but he always looks on the other side. Dyson is the best big brother any one could have and I love him to pieces, but frankly there are times I wish he would stop treating me like the little brother. Anyway, I thought I would write some of these things down to help me better understand the two we live with.
I don't remember much from when we were with Mother. I know there was a lot of us and Mother did her best and I guess we turned out ok. When we go for a walk with Him we see a lot of other dogs and they just seem so doggish. It is hard for me to figure out why Dyson and I are so lucky. I guess I will just enjoy it and feel blessed. Dyson says sometimes it is not worth bothering your brain about things, but, again, that comes from a big brother who doesn't spend much time being bothered.
We are so different. I can always find something to do, to explore, to poke at. Once I poked at the wall for a long time and when He and She came home they were not pleased. At all. Dyson snickered at me all night and said I should behave better. I forgive him for snickering, he can't help it. He has to be serious because he is the big brother. Most of the time I am glad I am not the big brother.
Well, that is enough for now. My nose feels bruised from writing this. I made too many mistakes with my paws and this stupid tongue is worthless with delicate things. I hope She doesn't get mad where I drooled a little.
Will write more when I can. Hoover

Harry and Dyson


















Harry and Hoover




















Trip to the Dog Park





























Handsome Pair

The boys are waiting to come in. We are looking at them through the key-hole



















Waiting for Poppie to come home.


















Walking to the park in November!












Dyson guarding the front door.
Door mat was a Christmas gift.
















Favorite place to rest

KINGS OF THE HOVERCRAFT!!!!












Waiting for Poppie to return from the Hardware Store