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Whats that White Stuff - March 2009

Apparently I live in a place where the sun don't shine and the grass doesn't turn green till the spring. The only thing outside our door is this white cold fluffy stuff they call snow. They get shoes and boots and I get to go out in bare feet, whats wrong with this picture. I'll just stay in the house thank you very much.

From what I understand this winter has been a cold one and way to much snow. I like to go out for walks but they don't take me out everyday and when they do the sidewalks are clean enough but man is it cold out there. And it seems that mom doesn't like the cold either cause she gets Tiffany to walk me after school before she gets home.

Well that lasted about a week and a half, the weather has turned again and even Tiff is not taking me out anymore. I have joined mom's band wagon in wishing for spring.

I do get to go for lots of car rides though and we stop at this neat place that I get to go in too. Everyone there is really friendly and they give me treats and mom and I usually walk around the store for 30 minutes. Great exercise and I get to meet the occassional dog and see all the stuff on the shelfs. Kind of cool having a store exclusively for us dogs.

On the last run to the store mom bought this huge box and the man carried it out for her. I suspected it was something for me but I had no idea till we got home. When she pulled it out of the box it was metal and tall and had bars. I really didn't like the looks of this thing. And then like I expected it was set up and I was put in the middle of it and the door closed behind me. They had bought me a kennel that was for indoors.

Mom's excuse was there was too much for me to get into when they weren't home and the crate was too small for me to be in all day. I have to admit the crate was rather claustrophobic and bigger was better. She set it up really nice and put my bed and all my toys in there and it was roomy enough.

I thought this things was just going to be for when they go to work and school but I was wrong. It appears if I pick on the cat to much - in I go. When someone comes to the door - in I go. When I decide I want to wander thoughout the house and they want me to stay in one room - in I go. Bigger is not always better so I am finding out.

But I do get a treat when I go in, and those treats are goooood, so it's not such a bad deal. I've gotten really good now that all they have to say is "in" and I'm there waiting on my bed for my treat. Sometimes I even just go in there to lay down after all its my space and nobody bothers me when I'm in there. That way too the door stays open and I can get up and come out whenever I want. I guess mom was right after all and the kennel was a good idea.

Where's the Cake - March 16 2009

I'm five months old today and I got hugs and kisses. That's it! I would have thought they would make me at least a cup cake or something, but I guess no real treats till I starting eating properly.

I heard her talking to the kids and saying how she didn't know how I was surving since the food in my dish was still there. That I should be starving. Well I would be if it weren't for the cat, I love her food, I just wish I could get more of it.

Oh well maybe next month there will be cake.

What do you mean I have to eat Dog Food

Have you ever thought about what those manufacturers put into that stuff I mean honestly would your owner eat for dinner what they fed you. My old owner had sent along some kibble that she insisted I loved to eat. Little did she know it was Roxie who really ate it, I couldn't stand it, and so when my mom tried to feed it to me I showed her exactly what I thought of it.

As I mentioned earlier their was a cat in the house. Being 21 and deaf she was easy to sneak up on and 90% of the time went the opposite direction that I was in. This made for easy pickins from her dishes, which I might ad have more flavour and didn't taste half bad. The only problem was everytime I got a mouthful they would tell me "no" and put the food up high so I couldn't get to it.

But it became a good game and one that I still partake in to this day. On a different note I still haven't found a dog food that I can sink my teeth into. God knows she has tried enough different brands. The most interesting time was when she put six dishes out each with a different food and I got to choose which one I wanted to eat. Three were disgusting and I couldn't even bring myself to even try one piece of it. The other three weren't too bad, mind you that cat was giving me paypack cause it appeared that she liked the one brand too and ate most of it. So in essence there were really only two brands that were somewhat acceptable.

Needless to say she bought me a bag of the Oven-Baked Tradition which ironically was Natural and Holistic. It was okay and I like when she hand feeds me the stuff but otherwise I really don't chow down on it. I guess because I liked the cat food so much. Wrill had the good stuff with little chuncks and lots of gravy...hmmm. So I got the dog version which wasn't half bad either and my judgement from that came from the fact that the cat now eats my food. Something is just wrong with this picuture I tell ya.

I did find out that they eat pretty good here and their food has much better smells and rarely do I get a taste. Constanly I hear "no no no not for you" but the odd time their is something that I actually can have and I'm delighted when they give it to me.

Food is still a really big issue, and I'm not sure if we really will ever find anything that I like, but I'm hopeful.