Disabled List

Hi friends,

My mom has been on the disabled list since last Sunday. There is a guy in her right knee called Arthur Itis and he has been acting up a lot lately. On Tuesday she had a cortisone shot in her knee and fluid drained from it. That helped for only a little while because she keeps unintentionally aggravating it. She is "walking" with a cane and can't do much of anything. Grandpa is taking me for my walks, so at least I'm getting out of the house. Mom and I can still play, but it's not like it was before. At least she isn't taking a lot of pictures and video of me acting badly that she can show to the world.

I hope she is better tomorrow.

Image Correction

Hi friends,

My last couple of posts depict me as being somewhat of a grump who doesn't smile much anymore. This is totally incorrect. I'm really a sweetheart. Let me explain.

On my video, I am making a lot of noise because the neighbor's cat had just walked by my backyard and that set me off, big time. I still was not settled down when my mom tried to get me to come inside, so I had a lot to say. Normally, I just ignore her until the treats come out.

As for my smiles, I don't like the flash on the camera. As soon as my mom picks up the camera and I see that little light go on before the flash goes off, my smile turns to a scowl. Today, I was outside when she took the pictures. The light didn't go on, the flash didn't go off, and I have a great big smile, like I usually do. I am actually very pleasant and love everybody. But I still have that famous terrier tude, when I need it.

And the reason I like the door open is because I can use the threshold as a paw rest.

I guess I really did give you guys the wrong impression. My dog mommy (Molly) and daddy (Bandit) sent me an email, giving me a lecture. They told me to behave myself and not embarrass them. They were not happy. (It's not a good thing when your parents have access to your blog. Right, fee!)

Watch This

Hi Friends,
Here is a video of me illustrating what I told you about in my post from the other day. Watch carefully and you will pick up some pointers. The noise you hear in the background is the air conditiioner. It was one of the hottest days of the summer and my mom didn't want to leave the door open too long. She gave me two measly little Beggin' Wraps Bacon & Cheese Flavor treats. I can't resist those, so I came in. Pay attention to the ending. I was sure to voice my opinion.

Middle Name

Hi Everybody,

My friend Asta Down Under tagged me in the middle name game. You have to give a word describing you for each letter in your middle name. Then you tag someone else for each letter in your middle name. For example, if your middle name has five letters in it, then you tag five friends. Don't forget to tell those you tag, so they know and can play along.

My middle name is Shiksa. Here goes:

S is for Sweet.
H is for Hyper.
I is for Intelligent.
K is for Kind.
S is for Stubborn (who me?)
A is for Adorable (yes, me.)

So there you have it. Describes me to a "T".

I now tag Agatha and Archie (I guess either one since both of them would give me two and then i'd have seven), Lorenza, fee, Pacco de Mongrel, Bella, and William Tell. Have fun guys!!

P. S. I know I look grumpy on today's picture, but I am not. If you look closely, you can see that I am sort of smiling.

Brain Cramp, Or Is It?

Sometimes I seem to forget what I want to do. It is very easy for me to get distracted. For instance, when I am outside and I want to come in, I will sit or stand by the door and bark or cry. Someone will always come and open the door. ( I hope it's grandpa.) Then I forget what I wanted. He will wait for me patiently with the door open, which is never good, and I will just stand there looking at him. Then he will call me and call me to come in and I will look like I have no clue what he is talking about. This is when grandpa will put his hand in one of his pockets and pull out a dog biscuit. All of a sudden, I have a revelation and I remember what I wanted. I wanted to come in!!













Psst, it'a pretty good trick, don't you think? And I thought of it myself!

Rainy Day Plans

Today it is raining again so I decided that I will spend the day sleeping. I can't think of anything better to do. Yesterday I went out in the rain and my mom took that thing I told you about and she was dry while I got soaked and my hair was a mess. Today I am not moving from this chair. This morning Grandpa tried to get me to go out on the wet deck in the rain. I did not budge. If he wants to walk on wet wood in the rain, that's his business. Me? I'm staying put right here where it's warm and dry. I learned my lesson.

What's This?

Hi Pals,

Does anybody know what this strange looking thing is? It was folded up in a tall container in a corner by the garage door. Today mom took it out of its hiding place and it popped open. That startled me! I never saw such a silly looking thing, so I was very careful around it. Anything that can go from being folded up to being so spread out at the push of a button is to be respected.

We went for a walk and it was raining. I got soaked. My mom held that strange looking thing over her. But I would not go near it. No, not me. I wanted no part of it. I even went out my way to avoid it. It made noise when the rain hit it!

I wonder why I got wet and my mom didn't. Maybe it was because of that strange looking thing. Ya think?

Koobus O (The Original)

Some of my friends wonder how the name Koobus came about. It’s a long story, starting back in the late 1940s.

When my mom was born, her aunt knitted her a stuffed animal that her grandfather named Koobus. It is believed that he made the name up, based on the Polish word for Jacob, or "Ya-koop.” According to great grandpa, Koobus meant “Little Jake”. The name and the original stuffed toy were long retired until one cold day in February 1975, my grandparents (my mom's parents) went to the local SPCA, looking for a dog. They saw a matted, sad looking fur ball named Sparky that they found interesting. They didn’t even know what kind of dog Sparky was, but they adopted him and took him home. My grandparents wanted a different name for Sparky, and noticing a resemblance in the curls on Sparky and the curls on the stuffed toy from a generation earlier, they decided to rename Sparky Koobus. They also wanted a name that no other dog had. Sparky quickly learned his new name and easily adjusted to his new surroundings.


Soon after he came to his new forever home, Koobus was taken to the vet to get checked out. The vet said to gramps, “Oh, you’ve got a wire hair fox terrier. You are in for a good time. You’re gonna have a lot of fun.” They found out the vet was right. Within a couple of days, they took Koobus to get groomed. Then they learned what a wire fox terrier looks like. They had never seen one in person before.

They thought they had a dog, but they wound up with an imp. That imp gave them nine good years, and when he died of cancer in 1984 the family was devastated. But still the breed and the name lived on in this family. The search soon began for a wire fox terrier puppy, Koobus II, who turned out to be a fabulous dog. When he died from cancer in 1992, the family was devastated again, but persevered and soon found a little sweet wft puppy, Koobus III. He lived for 14 years, dying in December 2006, and what was left of this family was devastated once more. I, Koobuss IV, and the only girl dog (hence the extra “s” on the name) came into their lives at the age of ten weeks, on December 30, 2006. I plan to be here a long, long time.



Two things I know for sure. This family will always have a wire fox terrier, and it will always be named Koobuss. They are not going to run out of numbers.

Wire Fox Terriers

Hi Everybody,

My friend Asta in New York asked for our help in explaining to the world what our wonderful breed is like. Since I am less than ten months old myself, I am still learning a lot about what it means to be a wire fox terrier. I do know this, though. I am the 4th wft in my family since 1975. If they didn’t love wfts, I would not be here.

All of us share the same characteristics, while remaining individuals. We wire fox terriers are all beautiful, loving, friendly, emotional, fun, humorous, (one show judge called us "little clowns in fur suits"), independent, intelligent, feisty, loyal, stubborn, brave, and athletic (as Archie proved). We are tightly wound, but I prefer to say we are "enthusiastic”. We got it all. In short, we are pretty terrific!

Some of us may be hard to handle, but most of us aren’t. And if we are, so what! That's part of being a wft. And besides, isn’t that true of people, too?




Here is Koobus I. My family rescued him from the local SPCA back in 1975. He was a rock fan and had quite a collection. Every time he went for a walk he brought a rock back home.

All the other Koobusses, including me, my family got as puppies.






This is Koobus II, also born in upstate New York. This Koobuss, who looked a lot like me, was an avid snorkeler. He had his own swimming pool and would dive his head into the water and blow bubbles all across the pool. How athletic is that?






Now for Koobus III. Here he is as a puppy, all decked out in his winter sweater. One of his favorite jobs was that of a tire inspector. He knew the serial numbers of every tire in the neighborhood. He was a genius.




So you see, all of my wire fox terrier predecessors were unique and quite talented. Even though we are all different, we are all the same. We all love our families and they love us.


We also have a great smile!

I Have Rights!!

It has only been a couple of days since my last grievance and I already have another one, so I decided to have a stand-in. Or is it supposed to be a sit-in? Anyway, here goes...

Grievance Number 3: My mom, for some reason, keeps feeding me puppy food. Now look at me. Do I look like a puppy? I am almost ten months old, and she is feeding me puppy food! Humph. What I really want are steak bones. Hunger strikes are not a good idea. I can only go hungry for so long. I am a teenager!! I am not a puppy! I am a hungy teenager and I want be fed as a hungry teenager. I like steak bones, not puppy food! Duh...

I want lots and lots of steak bones bones. I want respect!!!

Grievance Number 2

Hi guys,

Here is just a small part of my collection of collectibles. I like to keep them handy and I think the doorway is the perfect spot. That way I can grab one on my way in or out. My mom, on the other hand, does not appreciate my system of toy storage. She thinks that they are in the way. I think they are just perfect. Seems we have a difference of opinion. AWWRRRR. What do you think? Help me out here, please. I think I'm gonna lose this one.

Lake Onterrier

Hi Friends!


I’m back from my trip to Lake Onterrier. There was so much to do and I had such a good time.


I stayed in a house on the lake with my cousins Ginger, CJ, and Sally.


They gave me a big welcome.




Sally is old and didn’t like me.



CJ was young and did. I had to be careful around him. He’s a guy.

Ginger, who is CJ's mother, was my best friend. She was very nice to me and took good care of me. I really like Ginger.


I also met a miniature human. I never saw one of those before. They are different from the big ones. Finally, somebody my size.



For exercise I ran around the grounds real fast. See?



The next day we went for a boat ride on the lake.

I was the guest of honor.

Where is everybody?

Let’s GO!!
VROOM!!!! Yea!!!!


WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I love the wind in my hair.







OOOHHH……



Who are they? How can they sit on the water like that?
That was fun!!




Time to go.

And so ended my journey to Lake Onterrier. I had a wonderful time.