tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61518390474623121092024-03-13T23:18:15.650-07:00caseysblogTrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151839047462312109.post-21967771109892474252015-03-31T01:06:00.002-07:002015-03-31T01:06:23.479-07:00T'm getting older, I am now 9 years old.I am Casey a tri-colour Jack Russell Terrier.
Mum has spoiled me rotten. I love to have rides around the house on her shoulder. When we go for walks I also get a ride especially if we see some magpies. She thinks I am scared but I'm not...really I'm not.
I hate going for rides in the car. Usually I am taken to my Doctor, I know this and I cry all the way. But there's not a peep from me on the way home, I sit up and watch everything around us.TrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151839047462312109.post-46981666283941766562013-03-31T22:56:00.001-07:002013-03-31T22:56:32.924-07:00Growing up Growing olderNow, I am seven years old, although I am still quite active. I am having some trouble getting up the back steps. But if it's dinnertime I can fly up. I trick Mum and Dad all the time. <br />
We had some visitors the other day, that tall person I saw a few weeks ago and a little person. I've seen them both before. The little person has grown lots. He and Mum were playing with a big ball, but the little person kept trying to kick it to me. Mum should tell him I can't do that. TrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151839047462312109.post-40291483377234687592011-07-02T01:51:00.000-07:002011-07-02T01:51:11.723-07:00Missing PersonOver the past month Dad has gone missing for days at a time, and when he does come home he is really ornery. He wouldn't let me have a nap with him today, I just wanted to be with him, after not seeing him since last week.TrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151839047462312109.post-23247911206560765362011-04-26T22:31:00.000-07:002011-04-26T22:31:20.815-07:00On PatrolI've told you that I'm boss of this house. However there are some things I just can't do. Like last week, the washing machine started making strange noises. I know it is a new one. So I went and got Dad and brought him out to the laundry. My, he is smart to know what I wanted. So he fixed the problem, and made a big fuss over me but I think he went overboard a bit.<br />
Someone else has been living here. I think he is related somehow as I've seen him before, and last time he brought a lady and a little person with him, But he didn't bring them this time. TrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151839047462312109.post-51125863855213595462011-02-27T01:34:00.000-08:002011-02-27T01:34:32.392-08:00I'm up to more tricksHi<br />
I'm the boss in this house. I decide when people sleep and when they wake up - especially Mum. I'm beginning to be rather picky about my meals too. I just won't eat that canned stuff. Ugh.<br />
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There is a big dog next door now, I keep out of his way, I'm not sure how friendly he is. But we talk through the fence.<br />
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The last few days I've been trying Dad's patience. I stand at the bottom of the steps and whine as if I can't get up. He comes out to carry me up and I dash up on the double. Mum woke up to me very quickly and won't play that game with me.TrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151839047462312109.post-27693706385405532382009-12-01T01:48:00.000-08:002009-12-01T01:48:24.320-08:00Introducing MeHi, I am a three year-old Jack Russell terrier, and I'm really cute. Well, everyone I meet tells me so. I'm a happy little soul, and inclined to be a little lazy. What? Yes, a lazy Jack Russell? <br />
I live with Mum and Dad. We have a stranger in the houses as well. I think he's afraid of me. He backs away because I give him a noisy welcome when he arrives home every afternoon. We have lots of colourful birds called lorikeets in our back yard. I love scattering them as I run across the garden. I leave the big blackbirds to eat and drink at the birdbath in peace.<br />
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When it is Mum and Dad's bedtime Mum comes outside to look for me. I hide from her in the corner under the trees and bushes. I play hide and seek with her for a while and then let her find me. I'm the boss at my place. I decide when people sleep and when they wake up. I also keep watch over the property and let Mum and Dad know if visitors are arriving or if people are just passing by. TrishJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11704288098740746329noreply@blogger.com0