Fluff and Photos

Ratchet’s Report:

I am here to tell you that humans are sneaky. There we were, all amped and ready for another awesome play day with all the guys at Happy Puppy Park, when Mom pulled a fast one on us. She lulled us into thinking that the whole day would be carefree fun and frolic. We could not have been more wrong.

Middle of the afternoon and a groomer showed up! That’s right, baths, brush outs and nail clipping. Worse yet, we weren’t allowed back on the playground afterward so we wouldn’t mess up our coiffures. Yeesh.

I will admit that the Moms made a big fuss over us when we got home. Treats and hugs and even pictures. It was a pretty good evening. So I guess getting groomed wasn’t so bad after all.

The funny thing is that Clank blew up to about twice his size after the lady brushed him out. Mom says he’s a “Fluff,” whatever that means. I think he looks sort of silly with all that hair sticking out in every direction. Personally, I prefer the dapper clean lines of a nice sleek coat, myself. Ahem.

Anyway, here are some pictures so you can see how we came out.

P.S. After all that, it only took Clank about two days working on his archeological dig in the back yard to turn his paws beige again. Mom is already threatening to toss him the bath tub. I intend to stay nice and clean so she doesn’t get any crazy ideas about washing me.

My Bed!

Ratchet’s report:

I have found the bed of my dreams. You know how they talk about “sleeping on a cloud” on the TV? Dog, I am here to tell you, I got that bed.

We were toolin’ around in the Corgi car (Mom’s a pretty good chauffeur, takes us all kinds of places), catching some sniffs and enjoying a rare sunny day, when we pulled into the PetsMart parking lot. We all piled out of the car and headed into the store, after we picked up the p-mail and made some deposits for the other dogs who visit PetsMart. It really is the place to pee and read pee, you know. Seriously.

The moms were going on about some sort of sale they were having on beds. I wasn’t paying much attention because all the guys with the PetsMart badges were coming over and making a fuss about how cute Clank and I are. Natch. We’re pretty dapper dudes, even if the Wart is sort of goofy.

We collected a bunch of scritches and cookies from the staff and I was just wondering why they hire people who don’t know their own names. Must be some kind of program for absent-minded humans. No lie. They all have their names written on their badges so they’ll know who they are. Really nice folks and all, but it seems sort of sad.

Just about that time, Mom started putting beds on the floor and telling us to try ‘em out. Some were too small and some were too big. Others were flat and some were kind of poofy, but then they found this really comfy oval one with nice bolsters around the edges. I got on that one and said to myself, ‘Now this is cush!” So I grinned and gave them the old tongue loll and they picked the thing up and we took it home.

Now it’s strategically located in the office, right by my Mom, so when she’s working at her desk I can keep an eye on her. Clank tries to get on the bed, but I let him know that it’s a no-Wart zone. I’m not a total hog, though. I let him lie on it whenever I am in the living room on the leather couch. After all, I’m a real generous guy.

I love this bed. It’s so comfy I just want to sleep all day, except when Clank and I play “drag the corgi on his bed around the room.” Well, then and whenever I need to go outside and lecture those Chihuahuas in the yard behind ours about proper etiquette. Good times.

Hmm, I think it’s time for a nap. Later, Dogs.

Corgi Christmas Craziness

Clank's report:

Sorry I haven't posted for a long time, but I've been really, really busy. Little did I know when Ratchet started talking about Santy Paws and holidays that it would turn out to be the mostest fun you could pack into a couple of weeks! Where to begin?

Things were kind of quiet after the photo session and I started thinking Ratchet was just yanking my tail with all that mysterious stuff about stockings and Christmas morning and all that. Boy, was I wrong.

A couple days later, the moms were all excited and they started talking about the Corgi car arriving on Tuesday. They went away in the morning really early and when Mommy Shar came home, she was driving a brand new car. It's bright orange and has a back seat that folds down so we can run around, but we have to wear our safety harnesses, so we can't run very far. But it does have lots of windows and I even looked out and sniffed the breezes until it started raining. So that was our first present.

The next week, we took a HUGE long ride in the Corgi car all the way to a place called Olympia. It was pretty neat, but it got awful cold and started raining just as we were walking around Capital Lake and we had to run back to the car so we wouldn't drown.

Then Christmas came and we got lots of cool presents in these funny-looking things called stockings that were "hung by the chimney with care," whatever that means. It was easy to tell which one was mine because it has my picture on it. A good thing since I can't read yet.

On Christmas day we went to see our friend Stormy the Boston Terrier at Uncle Spence & Auntie Linda's house. And we got even more presents! I guess Santy Paws got confused about where we live or something.

Ratchet told me all about the "Big Snowstorm of Christmas 2008" and how neat it is to play in the snow. All we got was lots of rain, so I was pretty disappointed. And then it started snowing and we had a whole inch of snow to play in. Better late than never!

Since then we've been playing with our new toys, chasing each other all over the place and generally having lots of fun. On New Year's Eve, Ratchet and I told the people firing off fireworks what we thought of them and then we went to sleep.

New Year's wish from Ratchet & Clank

We want to wish everyone who follows our blog a Happy New Year and we hope all your puppies got lots of toys and treats. If they didn't, it's never too late to hit the sales at the pet store and bring home some goodies for them. Just tell 'em Santy Paws got lost or something.

Lots of laughs and lolling tongues,

Ratchet and Clank.