June 22nd 2009 2:44 am
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Why do our parents tell us things and we get so worked up and excited because its something we really want...then one itty bitty little thing happens and it totally changes things...my pops was supposed to be home yesterday.. he didnt come home...momma said it was probably because he was busy doing some last minute things or that he had some stuff he had to do that would take a few more days to finish... I told momma, the next time she had news that she knew I would love, to wait til the surprise is in the car and headed toward where I am before telling me... now my feelings are hurt, and i dont even want to play ball....guess i'll just mope around til he comes by to visit. Nobody better tell me "get off the couch" cuz thats where i'll be for awile.. at least til i get over this ... or theball flys across the floor...one or the other.... later pup pal's
June 20th 2009 11:43 pm
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ok ok ok.... some of you out there probably met your pops.... but most of us.. yeah we never ever got to see him. I was the runt and was raised inside the house in a play pen like a human toddler. I never saw birth momma either (of course at my forever home my human pops was the first one to hold me... barely put me down til i was about 6 months old) I was starting to wonder why God put those 4 dangly things hanging on my body there. I love my pops. Mom is great, but shes such a darn girl its ridiculous. Shes the one that gives the haircuts, the baths, serves up the food, and meds when needed, and she has no idea what playing ball is like....she cant THROW it more than like 6 feet. Thats not even fun. Love her bunches though...bless her heart...But my pops.. he can throw the ball from one corner of the yard, clear across to the neighbors house. now THATS a game. We play all the time, or used to.. he went out looking for work and had to move over an hour away, so its been a dry spell for the ball team here in Gilmer (me and pops).
Momma told me a few minutes ago that pops is coming home sometime later today and i dont think i can sleep now. He wont be here long, but Im sure we'll get in as many ball games as his arm can handle. He tells me all the time that "im not a dog, Im a real boy" (ok, so he lies to me ...who cares, I eat it up!.) well I just thought Id let you know how the fathers day went here this year.. and of course I thank God that I dont have children just yet. but momma wants grandbabies.... howler at ya'll next time!
June 20th 2009 7:50 am
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Okay, Im very new to Dogster, but I'm pretty excited about it too. Im not this sophisticated computer pooch, but its a good place to go to get a "massage for my nerves". Anyway.... about 4 months ago my momma goes and decides that I need a girlfriend. Now if you dont know momma... you dont know that I have my hands full with her already, but to go and add another female to this party...Im not so sure her heads on right, or my nerves can handle this... Im mean, Im a guy ,I like tha ladies; but this once is NOT a lady! Here's the story:
Like I said before, momma started this "you need a girlfriend in your life" stuff. She didnt wait for any kinda response from me...have you ever had your parents go out and "arrange" you a marriage??? I've heard of it, but never thought that I'd be having to go through his ordeal.
Well we go to the kennel where this "girlfriend" is, shes supposed to be this beautiful young lady (baby girl actually). They got her in the vehicle, did their chats and talks and we started back home. This is when I decided I should give it a "think-look over". the ad said something about a black and white parti female. Now when you get up and close to her, she reminds me of a heifer calf off the cheese commercials on t.v.
It's been a few months and I think momma said shes almost 5 mos. old now, and the "hick" lifestyle with this new "babe" has only gotten worse. She thinks she lives in a barn, and momma named her CHICKEN! did i get misplaced? Was i supposed to go to a home where everyone was STABLE, and didnt think they lived in one? Oh I love my momma dearly, someones got to, but its gunna take a little longer fore I get this "CHICK" to get off the farm. sometimes I expect her to come back in from a potty break with a piece of straw in her mouth....well I got this off my chest hairs and momma needs to get in there and ring the dinner bell, I'll get back with you on updates, but Im sure shes going to get her own page too.
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