Merry Man is a Married Man!

Yep, tonight we did it! M'Lady, Naila, the Light and Love of My Life, and I eloped to Cabo and were united in holy Dogtrimony. George officiated, and our witnesses were Jombie and Kitai.

Ok, I'm back to the honeymoon... there's better things to be doin' than writing in my diary right now! *grins*

YAP!
Merry Man

What a Day!

Today I was honored by being chosen Dogster's Dog of the Day. WOW! Thanks, Dogster! Then I immediately found out that Naila and I were voted Dogster Couple of the Week, by pawpular vote. Check out the cool photo Peanut made for us! And of course, I made a whole bunch more Pup Pals today, thanks to being DotD. What a day! Things don't get much better than this :-).... Maybe.....

*grins*

YAP!
Merry Man

Gorge Dog!

Ms. A came to visit today. She was bored, as her b/f's mom MADE him go to the Oregon State Fair with her and his l'il bro (MADE a 21 y/o go to the fair with his Mummy? Sheesh....Can we say "Momma's Boy"?) instead of spending the day with Ms. A, as was originally planned.

Ms A, like I said, was bored (she'd passed up an opportunity to go to the beach with some gal-pals, as she and the b/f had planned to spend the day together). It felt like what Mom calls a "travelling day", so we all (Ms. A, Dad, Mom, Foxworthy Fuzz and myself) loaded into the Jeep and took a trip through the Gorge over to Hood River. On the way, we stopped at Cascade Locks and bought some smoked salmon from some Native American Indians. We also stopped at the little red "greasy spoon" that we all love, and had ice cream cones. Well, the humans had ice cream--but Mom shared hers with Foxworthy and I :-). We arrived at Hood River, and visited a favored doggy shop called "Gorge Dog", where Mom decided Fox and I just HAD to have colorful ribbon neckwear with little sparkly bits on the ends. I promptly started tugging on Foxy's, and when they stopped me from doing that, I started on my own. I HATE neckwear! Mom has to watch me all the time when I'm wearing it....

Afterwards, we ate lunch--the humans at Sage's, and us canines in the Jeep. Then we went home via the old Columbia River Highway, stopping at all the waterfalls along the way (Horsetail Falls, Wakeena Falls, Bridal Veil Falls, Multnomah Falls, and Latourelle Falls), as well as Oneonta Gorge. It was a fun day! Warm, but not hot, breezy, but not gusty, and busy, but not overcrowded with fellow travellers (like it was in HR!), and I now consider myself a true Gorge Dog :-). Gotta love Travelling Days!

Happy Birthday to ME!

On Tuesday, the 30th of August, I turned one year old! Now I'm all grown up :-). I got a new squeak toy and a Greenie, and Mom's doing a portrait of me. She tried to get me a blue and green feather boa collar, but they didn't have it in my size. THANK DOG!!! LOL! I also got picked up and snuggled WAY more than I'm used to! Grrrrrr! Hehee! Mom sang the "Happy Birthday" song to me, and that was great! Usually she only sings to Puck Robin or Bitsy.

I had a great day, especially since I DIDN'T get that feather boa!

YAP!
Merry Man

Life is a Beach

Saturday I went to see the ocean with Mom and Dad and Hope. It was my first time to see it. The day was the perfect temperature, and the views were stunning. But this ocean thing? I dunno about that! It's big, it's noisy, and it's WET! I got my dainty li'l paws wet! And later, my belly, too! Sheesh! It didn't even taste good--unlike the sand, which I tried a few mouthfuls of before Mom caught me and decided that eating salty sand might not be the best thing for me. I say, let me be! Not only did I get some roughage and salt, but I also got calcium, as the beach was full of tiny crushed up seashells.....

As for the beach at Neskowin, it was gorgeous! Of course, there was that thing about a rescue going on because two men went into the water without wetsuits (dumb! Oregon coast water is colder in summer than in winter!) and got taken away on a rip tide. They rescued one, and many hours later the Coast Guard helicopters and boats were still looking for the other guy..... Anyway, helicopters are noisy when they're low, and they scared horses on the beach, which made me nervous, as their big hooves were far too close to me for comfort! In the end, Mom and Dad took turns carrying me, as the 2 mile walk kinda tired me out.

Anyway, an interesting day. Not sure I care if I ever see the ocean again, though. Seems overrated to me. Give me Bit's ears to chew on, any day!

Yap!
Merry

Cats! Bah!

The cat came downstairs yesterday. It lives upstairs, 'cause Mom and Dad don't much care for cats. They tell me that they don't like dealing with litterboxes, scratched furniture and cat paws on the counters. Cat belongs to the grown daughter, and has to stay on the upper floor, where she lives.... Anyway, knowing that the cat is supposed to stay upstairs, I gave it Hey until it ran away back up 'em! I'm Big! I'm Bad! I AM the "Chaser of Cats"! Mwahahahahahaha!

Ok, so every time I go outside (which isn't often) to play with the big dogs, the outside cat stalks me like I'm a rodent. What's up with that?!? He's as fierce as I am, so I haven't managed to chase him through his cat door into the garage just yet. But I'm gonna! Mark my words: It'll happen someday, and then I WILL be King of the World!

Time to go hump Bit. Mom and Dad say he's the gentlest, sweetest dog in the entire known universe. I say he's a weenie who will put up with anything....

BARK! YAP!!

Merry Merry Man

I'm Baaaaaack.....

Yup! Yap! I'm Back!
Yap Yap Yap!
YAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAP!
bark
Jump! JUMP!
YAP!
YAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAP!

I'm feeling much better now :-)

YAP!!!!!!

(once again) Merry Merry Man

Just When You Think ....

It's safe to chew stitches, lick wounds and generally carry on like the world is coming to an end, what happens?

DAD puts a 'Lizubeethun collar on me! *Mom's Note: It's an "Elizabethan Collar", Merry Man!*

BAD DAD! BITE DAD! BITE HIM LOTS!!

Here I thought I had Dad pretty well in line. I mean, really! I had it so that he wouldn't try to pick me up, 'cause I'd bite his hands. Not hard, but enough to let him know that I want to be left alone 'cause I'M NOT HAPPY! That whole vet visit 6 days ago is still making me unhappy, and I want everyone to know it, especially Dad, 'cause I know that somehow it's gotta be all his fault!

So, I've been getting pinched by those dang stitches underneath, near my rear. It hurts! So I bite and lick and lick and bite at them. I've managed to rip most of them out! YAY! But now they bleed, and the skin is all puffy from too much licking, and so the Dad decides I need this THING around my neck that won't let me bite and lick the stitches. He bullied Mom into coming along to the pet store to buy the awful thing. I know she would NEVER have let him do this if she had known in advance....

Anyway, now I have this see-through collar around my neck, and I can't bite or lick where I want to. Not only that, but I can't crawl under Mom's chair and hide with this thing on. Nor can I get through the chair legs and hide under the dining table. I can get into my crate, but it's hard to turn around. GEEZ, I hope this thing isn't going to stay on for very long! I've tried everything I know to get it off, but it seems there to stay.

I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!

**Mom's note x2: You can probably tell that Merry's mouth feels better... He's certainly not afraid to voice an opinion--LOUDLY! He also doesn't mind chomping down on food, toys and HANDS! He's quite the high-strung little guy, and if he's gonna feel like crap, he's going to make sure the rest of us do, too. We hope this collar will keep his teeth away from his backside, and help his wound heal more quickly so that he can get back to being his happy little self, and quit biting his poor, kind daddy's hands every time they get near. For some reason, Merry seems to blame all his pain and frustration on his dad. He still loves his mommy, though :-). Get well soon, Merry Merry Man! Mom loves you! So does Dad, but he'd like it a lot more if you'd quit chomping on his hands....**

My Mom Hates Me :-(`

How elff wud you esplain wut she made happen to me tofay? Early thif morning, she put me in my crate and drofe me to somplafe I'fe never been to before, and LEF ME THERE!

Soon, I slep. Wen I woke up, my mouf hurt! Not only that, but my rear hurt, too! Back an' fron', bof were hurtin' for certain (an' they still are!). I run my tongue around my mouf, and I fin' that _6_ teef are missin'! SIX! Someone took 6 uf my teef ri' out uf my mouf! :-(

My backside was hurtin' and pinchin', an' so I thought I'd check out what waf goin' on back there. I wan' to lick where i' hurts, but the mean people at the place won' let me! Not only that, but I look, I sniff--AN' THERE'S STUFF MISSIN'!!! They took some uf me away (the li'l roun' things I like to lick), an' I can' see 'em anywhere. Where's my mommy? Why isn' she here to take me away from this bad place???

Later, Mom an' Dad finawy came to pick me up. They brought me out to Mom, an' I was very glad to see her there! I misst her in there, when I waf so scared an' alone wif only mean people an' strange dogs an' cats. Then those mean people han' Mom a bag--and it has my miffing teef in it! All my extra "fangs"--the ones Mom calls "Baby Teef"-- that wounnit come out on their own. Pluf two ofur teef from the back of my mouf that wouldn' come out, eefur. Now I jus' have a normal amount of big dog teef--no extras for biting on Bit's ears :-(. No ofur bag wif my missing parts.

Now I'm home, an' I don' feel too good. I can' seem to get comfurble, 'cause my rear hurts. My mouf hurts! I try all kinds uf positions, an' I can' get to a plafe where my mouf an rear don' hurt. I'm mad! I'm scared! No one lets me lick the hurting spots, an' I'm gonna haf to eat only sof food for awhile, Mom says. I don' really LIKE sof food! I like crunchy food! But if my mouf is gonna hurt if I try to eat hard food, I guess I don' have any choife :-(.

I'm sad. Mom must hate me :-(. I'm going back to hiding under her chair, now. Maybe I'll jus' stay there until Mom makes all this bad stuff all better and tells me that she still luffs me, 'cause right now, I feel like the whole WORL' hates me!

Ouch!
(not so) Merry Man

"Diary Pick of the Day"

Lookit me! Lookit ME! LOOKIT me! LOOKIT ME! I'm one of the diary pics for the day. Ain't that somethin'? And Max being Dog of the Week and all that. And Hope having been a diary pic of the day awhile back.... I think we must be one cool pack, eh?

But...oh, the pressure... the pressure of a name.... Uh! I got it! Cinderella!

Oops... nevermind. Mom's been watching too much Pretty Woman with me, methinx....

But the pressure to live up to the title, "Dog Diary Pick of the Day".... how EVER will I manage it? Maybe I don't need to.... It's hard for me to live "up" to anything. I AM a toy breed, after all :-).

So, if I write anything worthwhile, let me know. Maybe I can even repeat the performance later *grins*. In the mean time, thanks to the doggie Dogster folks for picking me. I am honored beyond words.

Well... not quite. I'm NEVER beyond words! Seems I've always got SOMETHING to say... and usually quite loudly, at that. But I am honored, words or no words (Never gonna happen, that. Silence may be golden, but I'm a _cream_ colored pom, after all. Not a stitch of gold on me anywhere).

So, thanks. REALLY! I'm having a ball (I won't talk about March 24th, when apparently I'll no longer have any at all....what's that all about? Taking my toys away? Maybe the human parents will give me something else fun, instead :-), enjoying life, and I think it's just about the coolest thing ever that someone chose a young pup like me to be a diary pick.

So have fun, and I'll write atcha laterz.

Merry!