Saturday, January 31, 2015

She's Home!

Doctor Snoopy here-  Nurse Tasha and Nurse Anna have their paws full!  Dd brought WHN home an hour ago and she is being cared for by Dachshund Medical Services, Inc.  We of course will be bringing in the Blogville medical staff to consult, but right now WHN is home where she belongs!

Thank you BLogville for the POTP>

Thursday, January 29, 2015


Nurse Tasha here , with a What's Her Name (WHN) update.

Dad was forced to take WHN to her primary care doctor as a follow up to the trauma that she caused us by being in the hospital over the weekend.  (Drama Queen that she is)  Any hoo- he did not like what he read in the hospital reports nor in the xray he had done while she was there, so he sent her to a bariatric surgeon today for a follow up.

Guess what- she does has a hernia, and has had one since she was hopsitalized back in 2013, when it was diagnosed as an intestinal blockage.  SO, tomorrow, we will be inconvenienced yet again while she has hernia surgery in the morning.  Supposedly she will be home tomorrow night, but everyone knows what a big baby she really is- will probably stay in the hopsital for days, being waited on hand and foot!

Please keep her in your prayers!

The Wild Blue, Black, and Tan Yonder (not necessarily in that order)

Chapter 2

Snoopy spun around, and yelled, “Tasha! And Shasta! Is Shiloh here too?”
“Shiloh took off right before you came in”, Shasta said. “Snoopy, we have a problem.”
“Do tell.”
Shasta related the story. Snoopy, though sympathetic, shook his snoot, and said, “I wish I could help, but I can only take the blimp where Badyear tells me to. And today they told me to take it to the pawball stadium. But after the game, we'll be coming back here to give tours, if you want to see the Blimp.”
“Can we fly it?”, Tasha asked, hopefully.
Again, snoopy shook his snoot. “You need a license to fly the blimp.”
“Shasta has a license.”
“Afraid that won't cut it”, Snoopy said. “You need a lighter-than-air endorsement on your license to fly a blimp.”
“What's that?”, asked Tasha.
“Something that takes a lot longer than an hour to get”, Shasta said. “Which is all we have.”
“And dad won't let us near a train unless he's with us”, Snoopy said.
Suddenly, they heard a loud engine, and it was heading straight for them. A few seconds later, surrounded by a huge dust cloud, came a sausage-shaped vehicle, driven by a ginger-colored dachsie, who had one paw out the window, and was panting (dare I say like a dog?).
As the strange-looking vehicle approached, they could see what looked like a big plastic bag in her paw, which was covered with orange powder. When the vehicle passed them by, she threw the bag on the ground, and sped off into the distance.
A few hacks and coughs later, Shasta said, “Who was that? And what was she driving?”
Snoopy looked at the bag, and said, “Well, considering she was eating Cheetos, and driving a Wienermobile, I'd say that was puddles.”\
“She stole the Wienermobile again?”, Tasha said. “And if Puddles stole the Wienermobile, she probably brought her two partners in crime.”
Shasta's eyes opened wide. “You mean.........”
“Francine and Ernestine!”, Snoopy and Tasha said in unison.
Snoopy and Tasha had guessed correctly. About a mile down the service road, Puddles noticed the fuel gauge was nearing “E”, and she was unsure of what to do when “E” stopped standing for “Enough”.
Up ahead, she could see the big grey blimp hooked to the mooring mast, and she had an idea. Bringing the Weinermobile to an abrupt stop, she woke up Francine and Ernestine, and said, “We need to ditch the wheels for some propellers.”
All three jumped out of the Wienermobile, and low crawled across the field.

Back at the terminal, Snoopy boarded the crew bus, and they headed back to the blimp. A few seconds later, Tasha and Shasta heard a loud siren.
A police car came racing down the road,with the lights flashing. It rolled to a stop in front of them, and the window rolled down. From behind the wheel, a blue-uniformed German Shepard tipped his hat, and said , “Afternoon, ladies.”
Shasta said, “Hello, Sarge. Looking for the Wienermobile?”
“You got that right.” He then noticed the Cheetos bag on the ground, and said, “And I got them for littering, too. Which way did they go?”
Shasta and Tasha pointed down the road. Sarge tipped his hat again, and said, “Thanks, ladies.” He switched the siren back on, and sped away. Once he was out of sight, Tasha said, “What about the air show?”
Shasta watched the blimp taxi down the field, and said, “I'm thinking.”

Monday, January 26, 2015

WHN is Home !!!!!!

Mom (AKA What's Her Name) has finally come home from the hospital. Her tummy is still pretty sensitive, so Dad, Tasha, Anna Rose, and Snoopy will be writing the blogs for her these next few days.
Thanks to POTP, Lilly, Muffin, and the rest of Blogville for your support.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Wild Blue, Black, and Tan Yonder (not necessarily in that order)

Chapter 1
“Squeaky Toy tower, Camel three zero zero, requesting clearance for departure, runway one eight, Over!”
Through his headphones, Shiloh heard a voice say, “Camel three zero zero, Squeaky Toy tower. You are clear runway one eight. Wind zero niner zero at five. Have a nice flight. Out.”
Momentarily, he looked out the side of his Sopwith Camel, and saw that the little black and tan dachshund was beginning to cry. She looked up at Shiloh, and said, “Do you really have to go?”
“It's only a day long airshow. I'll be back tonight. Besides, I told you that you could come with me.”
“You know my mom won't let me fly unless the plane's an F-14 Tomcat.”
“What's up with that?”
“Something about it being the world's greatest fighter plane.”
Shiloh grumbled and turned his glance towards the nose of his plane, where his younger sister Shasta was standing by. Shiloh raised his paw, and Shasta grabbed the propeller, and said, “Contact!”
Shiloh yelled back, “Contact!”, and Shasta wound the propeller and jumped back.
The engine sputtered, and roared to life. As it ran up, Shiloh yelled, “Pull back the chocks!”
With tears in her eyes, Tasha watched Shasta unblock the landing gear. The plane moved forward, gaining speed, until it finally lifted off the ground.
Shasta and Tasha watched the plane fly out of sight, then turned and headed back to the airport. Tasha said, “Aren't you going to the air show?”
“My plane isn't certified for air shows yet.”
“Didn't you put in for it?”
“Yeah, it just hasn't shown up yet.”
“Doesn't he need you at the other end for ground support?”
“I'm taking the train. Aren't you coming with me?”
“Dad won't let me ride the train unless he's there.”
“There's got to be a better way. How'd you like your first flying lesson?”
“Sopwith Camel.”
“If Mom finds out, I'll be black and blue and tan.”
“Must be a pawball game today”, Shasta said, looking skyward.
“How can you tell?”, Tasha asked.
“'Cause here comes the Badyear Blimp.”

Far down the other end of the airfield, five dachshunds in grey coveralls were busy rigging the portable mast. Above their heads, the big grey blimp hovered. Six other dachshunds were standing by directly under the control car, ready to ease the blimp down.
From the pilot's seat, snoopy looked out the front windows, and slowly opened the helium valves. As the blimp descended, twelve dachsies ran onto the filed. Four went forward to catch the snoot lines, six reached up to catch the control car, and two grabbed the boarding ladder.
The snoot line quickly hit the ground, and two hunds grabbed each one, and gently eased the blimp down. When it was just above their heads, twelve paws went skyward, and grabbed the rails on the bottom of the control car. Within seconds, the landing gear hit the deck, and up forward, the hunds on the snoot lines pulled the ship forward and hooked it to the mast.
Snoopy unbuckled his seat belt, and headed for the exit hatch, just as the boarding ladder was rigged. He eased himself down the rungs onto solid ground.
Another dachsie met him at the ladder, and said, “How was your flight, Skipper?”
“Great Flight, Ernie. But I could eat.”
Ernie checked his paw watch, and said, “We got an hour til takeoff, let's head over to the terminal.”
Just then, the crew bus drove up, and Snoopy said, “Perfect timing.”

Shasta glared at the black and tan dachsie perched on the wing of her plane, and said, “What do you mean I'm grounded? Frankie, you've had this plane for a week, and it was supposed to be ready to fly today.”
Frankie stepped down from the wing, wiped the grease from his paws, and said, “Look, the engine's been overhauled, but if we don't make sure all the metal shavings are out of the crankcase, she could seize up when you're at 10,000 feet. So if you want to take her up, I hope you're good at skydiving, 'cause you won't have much choice.”
“So how am I supposed to get to the air show?”
“Hey, see that sign over there?”
Shasta looked to where Frankie's paw was pointing. “Failure to pawlan on your pawrt does not constitute an emergency on my pawrt.”
Disgusted, they walked out of the hangar, into the warm, late morning sun. Tasha looked at Shasta, and said, “Now how will we get to the air show?”
Shasta was unsure of how to answer, until the Badyear bus rolled up to the terminal restaurant. As she watched the dachsunds leave the bus, she said, “Doesn't your brother fly for Badyear?”
“He sure does”, Tasha said. “And there he is. Snoopy!”

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The Adventures of Tasha and the Beaglebratz

Shiloh and Shasta's Mom isn't feeling too well, so they've asked Tasha to post their adventures here for the next few months. So tune in here every Thursday night for the High-Flying (mis)adventuires of Tasha and the Beaglebratz.