May 31st 2014 7:32 pm
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Dad bought me a present. It's one of those poppers that look like a pig nose. You put a treatie on one and the treatie flies through the air. Mom says I'm supposed to catch it. But she says I am the worst at this game. I can never find where they land. Mom says: "You're a dog, use your nose." But, here is what I think. I learned that if I sit on the papers mom is trying to look at, or if I lay on the remote, or if I just find a place right in the middle of the floor, mom will shoot a treatie from the pig nose so that I will get up and look for it. I have been scoring lots of treaties by "being in the way."
But, I found a better treat, almost. When we went for a walk today, a little kitten came right up to me. It wasn't afraid of me at all. Mom said it was probably feral. It smelled me and I smelled it. Mom thought I was being all friendly to it. Then she noticed a big glob of drool coming out of my mouth. She had me on the leash and made me leave my new, delicious friend. (Don't worry, I would never eat a cat, but they do smell yummy). I guess I just have to stick with pig nose treaties.
May 26th 2014 2:58 pm
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Last Saturday was a really special day. Jake, the original Big, of Big and Little fame(featured more prominently in Dot's diary than mine)graduated from College. Of course mom went to see him. She has gone to every graduation he has been involved in from pre-k on up. Jake graduated Magma(is that right) cum Laud with a degree in Criminal Justice. He wants to go to law school, but he needs to get some money for it first. So he will be working for a while. But before he enters the real world, he's going to Vegas Baby! Maybe he will win enough money for law school.
So, I just wanted to say: Hooray for Jake! we are so proud!"
May 18th 2014 4:34 pm
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At least that's what mom and dad said as I watched that burglar break in our house and steal all of our stuff. I kept my eye on him.
But, in my defense, he was someone I knew. He lived in my neighborhood. He would pet me every day. I thought he was a friend.
And in my other defense, I did alert mom and dad that we were getting "company", who seemed to have a funny key to pry open the backdoor and go through all the drawers in the house. Mom heard me barking. She said: "Gosh darn it Lucky, can't you wait 15 minutes til the alarm goes off!" But, I just barked longer. So mom got up to let me out-that's why she thought I was barking. But before she let me out, she went into the kitchen to make coffee and noticed that the back door was opened. Then she heard me talking to my friend in the back bedroom. I wanted to know why he was holding mom's treasure box. Was he going to give her some sparkly things? I wanted to know why he was trying to hide behind the bed? Why was he kicking out the bedroom window? Mom saw him and yelled and woke up dad.
Dad went flying through the air. He tackled the guy and restrained him while mom called 911. The police came in less than 2 minutes. I guess it helps that the deputy sheriff K9 cop unit lives right across the street. Officer Jeremey and dad got the guy out of the house and all the other police came and they arrested him.
This guy had gone on a mini-crime spree in the neighborhood. He just went down the street breaking into houses and cars. He had tote bags full of stuff. Now he is in jail on a felony for assaulting a police officer among other charges.
Now, I'm not saying that we are heroes, but everyone has been coming over and thanking mom and dad and me for putting this guy in the Big House.
So I guess I am a good watch dog.
May 11th 2014 8:35 am
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I know it is you that makes sure there is food in my bowl in the morning and at night. I know you always make sure I have fresh, clean cool water. I know you sometimes slip me treats for no reason at all (even the occasional people food).
It is you that wakes up in the wee hours of the morning to let me out. You who clean up my messes when I am sick. You who apologizes to the neighbors when I go where I shouldn't.
It is you who play fetch and lazar tag and rope toy. You throw the ball for hours at a time. It is you who take me for a walk every day, rain or shine, summer or winter.
I know it is you that pets me and brushes me and gives me a bath. You cut my nails and check me for ticks.
I know you do all these great things for me. But, I'm still a daddy's girl.
Happy Mother's Day!
May 3rd 2014 7:11 pm
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I haven't written in my diary for a long time. Of course, it wasn't all my fault, Dogster has been having a major, MAJOR case of fleas. We hope it gets fixed soon. We miss our dogster pals. But, since Dogster is working today I thought I'd catch you up on all that's new.
I got to go on a car ride on Easter weekend. We went to Morgantown to visit our college friends(you know the ones who don't eat meat). That was fun. They got a pet. And it's not a dog! They got a cat! I tried right away to make friends with it, but everyone thought I was going to eat it so the kitty had to go live in a bedroom. It was still a fun visit.(And don't worry, mom snuck me in some meat).
Then we went to see grandpa. He is lonely since grandma went to heaven. I tried my best to cheer him up, but he is not a dog person and I think I scared him, especially when I jumped on him when he was trying to take a nap. I did get to see my two uncles. And Dad cooked a wonderful Easter dinner. It was a fun time.
Now, I've been spending my days guarding our house. That's cause mom got a job. She is working at a brand new day care center. So now I am alone Monday-Friday. It's sad I can't sit on the porch all day, but I do get uninterrupted nap time. And when I get super bored or lonely I can always do some remodeling. I am working on tearing up the bathroom floor. We need something new in there, I'm sick of that old stuff from the 1970's. I am also working on chewing a whole in the wall in the hall. Plus there is my project of chewing on all the table legs(so they match).
The weather is finally nice and all the flowers are in bloom. If the warm weather holds, dad is thinking about taking me on a camping trip soon. I hope so.
Well, it's good to be back on Dogster. Thanks everyone for the eggs and balloons.
April 14th 2014 12:36 pm
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I had company this weekend! Maw-maw and Pap and mom's sisfur CoCo. I did not know mom was a Cocker Spaniel. Mom said CoCo was adopted. Gee, was I adopted, too. I'm way better looking, and way smarter than mom and dad. Oh, this explains so much.
Anyway, Maw-maw and pap and CoCo came to visit on Friday. The people went out on the town a lot leaving me and Coco to hang out and steal each others dog food. We got along pretty good. CoCo has short little legs, so it took us forever to go on a walk. And she would not chase cars or cats or do any of that fun outdoor stuff. But, she clued me in on hanging out close to pap. Pap is very free with the human treats.
So I had an excellent time. But now I have a little tummy ache, because Pap is very free with the human treats.
April 9th 2014 1:30 pm
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The other day, early in the morning, as soon as mom got up, she let me outside which she usually does. But this morning, sitting on my porch was my best friend(and secret boyfriend)Barker! He lives behind us. He was waiting for me to come out and play. We ran all over the place. Anytime we saw a kid going to school we stopped and greeted them and wished them good luck at school. We played until mom and dad went to work.
When they came home, Barker was still there! While he was waiting for me to be able to come out to play, he dug a BIG hole in the yard. He dug it for me to hang out in when it gets hot.
We took a walk and Barker went with us. But, it was a big trick. We took a walk to Barker's house and he had to go inside and we could not play together any more.(at least until Barker escapes again.)
March 31st 2014 12:02 pm
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You may remember that I got a package in the mail. There was some boring people stuff in it, but the most important thing was a new leash for me! A beautiful green leash that really brought out the red in my fur. I felt like a true princess when mom put it on me. I showed it off to all of my friends. They were all jealous.
Yesterday, Dad and I went to visit Roger. He got a new doggie named Kia and we were going to the dog park. So dad got my new leash. And he took my old leash, too, in case Roger couldn't find Kia's leash. And we always have a leash that we keep in the car, in case I want to get out and shop during a car ride. So dad has all three of my leashes.
We did not go to the dog park because it was too muddy.
Mom and I got ready to go for a walk today and there were no leashes on my hook. Mom texted dad and dad said the leashes were in the car. Mom said we will just have to go for a walk when dad came home from work today. But mom doesn't understand that once something is lost in the car, it is lost for good. The car is a worm hole that automatically sends things into another dimension. Now I am afraid my beautiful new leash is gone for good.
Mom says not to worry-she has finder power or as we say in our house, she looks like a woman and not like a man. (I think that means mom will pick things up and move things around when she is looking for something and dad.....)
Oh and by-the way-I could go for a walk without a leash(we don't have a leash law here), but I like to chase cats(I don't know what I would do if I caught one)and while I would come back when mom called, there is a cat in our neighborhood that sits on a leash. Mom thought that would just be a little too tempting.
March 27th 2014 12:20 pm
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I got a present in the mail today! Hooray!
This morning when mom was in the shower, my best friend the mailman(he's a man so I can say mailman and not postal carrier) came right on my porch. He is my best friend because he gives me a treat every day. He has a doggie that looks just like me at his house. He doesn't care if I chase him up the road. So you can imagine how excited I was that my best friend was on the porch. He did not visit, though. He just left a big box.
When mom got out of the shower, I showed her the box. She brought it in and I smelled all around it. Then mom opened it. There were some presents for her:perfume and body spray-girlie stuff.(Mom got a lot of books for presents that just came right to her Kindle). There were presents for dad: Guitar strings, a hot pot for work, some boy stuff. And then there was a present for me!
A new lead. Mom had lost my good leash, it was a slip on one that mom really liked because it didn't have hooks and she has bad hands. I liked my old leash better too because if I shook myself, I could step out of it.
Anyway, mom lost my old leash. She had let me off of it to run in the field. And when we got home, she didn't have it. She went right back out to look for it and it was gone. It gets mom mad because there has been the same trash and discarded things like one glove, a shoe etc. on the road for a year and my nice leash gets pick up within a half hour.
I'm getting way off track. I got a new leash! It's green so it brings out the red in my fur and makes me look even more beautifuler. It's a slip on one so no hooks for bad hands. The only trouble with it is I can't shake out of it-yet. I'll figure it out!
So that's all the news for today. Hope something good happens to you today, too.
March 25th 2014 10:34 am
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Yesterday, after we had a nice dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, dad started packing his suitcase. Suitcase! That can only mean a road trip! Where are we going dad? To see Grandpa? To see Maw-maw and Pap? To see our old college friends or our friends who live in the mountains? Hmmm.
I noticed that mom was not packing her suitcase. That means we must be going someplace with Roger! Fishing? Camping? Canoeing? Up to the deer camp? It has to be a good adventure.
I gathered up my traveling stuff, some toys and chewy sticks. I put them on my favorite blanket. But then dad said: " You can't go this time. You need to stay home and guard the house."
It turns out dad had to go to the hospital where they put electrodes on his head and listened to him snore all night long.
Early this morning, I heard someone fiddling with the door. It was dad. He was done snoring for the doctors. He probably snored so loud the rest of the hospital couldn't sleep so they kicked him out early. He brought us delicious breakfast of sausage and bacon biscuits. Mom got up for a minute, looked at dad, looked at the clock, asked dad what time he needed to leave the house to go to work and then she went back to bed. So we ate her biscuits, too.