Early Barkday Fun

Yippee-Eye-Oooo!
Whoo-hoo!
I was gifted with a DDP
That makes me Yippee!
And of course its fun, too!

Thanks to Dogster for this early barkday present...thanks so much to all who visited, sent prezzies, and comments and to Cooper and his furmily who sent me a couple of neato piccies!
Now I know that growlmy often spends time making giftee-pics for pups and kits, but fur me??? Nah, she says I have to pose fur real...sigh...well, at least the thought of some cake afterwards was worth it!

Growlmy says she still has to find me a present - !! - sheesh! She must belong to the last minute club I think.
Well, at least today it was wonderfur weather, and warm, too. YES! And more of the same fur the next two days...still not sure what Saturday will be like...I think I shall have a great romp in my yard. I do a thrill run each night when growlmy gets home from work...even though its dark, I shoot out of my doggy door and run like the wind to the very back, chasing some imaginary or sometimes real trespassing varmint! Growlmy says she is surprised I do not bump into things or trip over them, it is quite dark here in our semi rural area. BOL!!

Well, I need to go and visit my nest to get some beauty snoozes in, and to charge my batteries for the big day to come.
Woofs!

Anticipawtion; More Rain; But Dust

Well since I last wrote we have had a couple of nice days...and several more of RAIN...
I think peeps in these pawrts need to consider building an ark.
Even today the so called 'Sunnyday' was wet. Those big orange cats in Detroit had drizzle through most of their game too, but fur some reason they decided they liked it...and they just kept on pawlaying...they must have known what they were doing because they won...yeah!
The puddles around here are looking like ponds and the poor mallards and other waterfowl who think they need to make their nest there are going to feel bad when the sun finally dries things up...
There is rain in the long range forecast for next Saturday, Boss-boy's graduation day. Oh, dear...
Rain, rain, go away...we need you sometimes but not that day!

Growlmy took advantage of one of those sunny days...and I had to 'pose' for my 11th birthday pictures...That will be on 'Twosday'...so far it might be dry...then I shall be able to romp in the yard!
Growlmy hasn't even hinted at what I might be gifted with...um...I hope its something yummy or way fun!


So now as I await 'My Day'...here are some funny things that children said...they are quite cute...I hope no peep or fur takes offense, non is intended at all...


BUTT DUST

What, you ask, is "Butt dust?" Read on and you'll discover the joy in it!
These have to be original and genuine. No adult is this creative!!

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After A while he asked: "Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?"

MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, "If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six."

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. "I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window."

BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: "How does it know it's me?"

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough."

DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: "How much do I cost?"

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, "I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: "The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt." Concerned, James asked: "What happened to the flea?"

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, "Why doesn't your skin fit your face?"

The sermon one Mom will never forget....This particular Sunday sermon..."Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward Heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but Dust..." He would have continued but at that moment her very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to her and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice,

"Mom, what is butt dust?"

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BOL!!!

Bunnies, Squirrel Dudes and Duck Costume Time

Growlmy is cuckoo!
She keeps bringing home critters...and I have to of course sniff them to give my appawroval.
The other day she brought home two bunnies. These guys are not scared of me at all, and do not move a hare when I get close.
Today she brought home two squirrel dudes. Sheesh, growlmy! Don't you know it is my duty to eradicate pests and varmints like these rodents?
These guys just stare at me and if they could flick their bushy tails at me...well they would!
Appawrently she is doing somethings in the yard and wanted these critters to help decorate. We already had some frogs, birds and even a kitty. OMD! My yard is being invaded!
And tonight she went out with her tools and red boots...do ducks have red boots? She was going to kick some weeds she said, but she needed these as part of her duck costume, because it started to pour. Did she go inside? Nope!
She kept on weeding and cutting branches...even though her duck costume was dripping...quack-quack!
And silly me...I who hate getting wet, just stuck with her to snoopervise the action and make sure no drowning occurred...so when growlmy finally gave up and went inside, I was more wet than she was, BOL! A stinky pup she called me. I rolled and rolled, but she had to use a towel...I think a bath could not have made me wetter...OMD

At least the Tigers had more sense...they postponed their baseball game for another day...no ducks allowed there!

Yesterday I had more fun, though...growlmy was wearing a lumberjack costume! She cut down a small tree that was more of a weed than a tree...so down it came. When the stump was being cleaned up, I helped growlmy complete the cleanup...by putting my seal of appawroval on it, BOL!

Well, I hope tomorrow is not such a washout! I want a real growlmy, not a ducky one...

Shower Power

It was such a rainy day when I got up...sigh...Growlmy is off today, but no walks fur me...too rainy she said.
It is a true day of April Showers!

So instead she and I decided to peek at the goings on in Dogster-land. Wow-wee!
I am a DDP!
That's a good way to break up the boredom of a rainy day!
Shower Power! BOL!
April showers bring forth May flowers and DDPs, BOL! Too bad that doesn't rhyme...

Thanks to all who are sending me pretty things for my page, including prezzies, Pmails and pictures.

Well, growlmy says I have to do some guard duty so she can go and get something she calls groceries in the den...so I will bark with you all later.
Woofs!

Sniff...Tissue Grabbing Time...Sniff

Growlmy got this touching, tissue grabbing note in her inbox, today:
Not sure of the source, though...nevfurtheless, it is well worth the read:


Here it is:

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer.

I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure as they felt that Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.

Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."

Startled, we all turned to him.

What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.

He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?"

The six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them;

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride;

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy;

Take naps;

Stretch before rising;

Run, romp, and play daily;

Thrive on attention and let people touch you;

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do;

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass;

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree;

When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body;

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk;

Be loyal;

Never pretend to be something you're not;

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it;

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it.

You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good, so, love the people who treat you right.

Think good thoughts for the ones who don't ~ life is too short to be anything but happy.

Falling down is part of LIFE...
Getting back up is LIVING...

DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD…

MANY PEOPLE AND FURS DO NOT GET THE PRIVILEGE.

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One just can't read this with dry face windows...

And I am 10, just like Belker...but soon I will be 11, OMD! I AM getting old, BOL! But I still run like the wind...I just take longer naps to recharge the bstteries, BOL!

Woofs!

EGGSTRAVAGANZA!!

Eggstravaganza! Don't you love the way that word rolls off your tongue?? BOL! As long as those eggs don't roll off, that would be a big mess, BOL!!

I was in the gift shop to do some Easter egg hunting, and lo and behold there is a freebie there, today!
Hooray!
Thank you so much Dogster-HQ for helping me and my pals have a fun and Happy Easter!

I, Freckles & my furblings Minko & Pipo; as well as our angel furblings do wish all of you a Blessed Easter and a fun day. Enjoy all those pretty eggs!

Its an Egg Bonanza, an Eggstravaganza!!

My Zzzzz's Are Being Stolen!

Help! My Zzzz's are being stolen tonight! Not good, growlmy...not fair either! Grrr! Appawrently there is a time zone keeper who decreed that tonight an hour will be stolen, and instead it will be added to the end of the next day...how weird is that?
While an extra hour of light will aid my barking at anything time, I really like to do the Zzzz's, too. Sigh...
Growlmy says that she will be feeling it fur sure, the sleep deprivation, on account that she is working till 11pm, and then has to get up at 630am...

Anyways, enough of my grumping, here is something funny that my auntie sent us over the interwebs:


Rednecks have the lowest stress rate because they do not understand the seriousness of most medical terminology

Medical Term

Redneck Definition

Artery - The study of paintings

Bacteria - Back door to cafeteria

Barium - What doctors do when patients die

Benign - What you be, after you be eight

Caesarean Section - A neighborhood in Rome

Cat scan - Searching for Kitty

Cauterize - Made eye contact with her

Colic - A sheep dog

Coma - A punctuation mark

Dilate - To live long

Enema - Not a friend

Fester - Quicker than someone else

Fibula - A small lie

Impotent - Distinguished, well known

Labor Pain - Getting hurt at work

Medical Staff - A Doctor's cane

Morbid - A higher offer

Nitrates - Rates of Pay for Working at Night,
Normally more money than Days

Node - I knew it

Outpatient - A person who has fainted

Pelvis - Second cousin to Elvis

Post Operative - A letter carrier

Recovery Room - Place to do upholstery

Rectum - Nearly killed him

Secretion - Hiding something

Seizure - Roman Emperor

Tablet - A small table

Terminal Illness - Getting sick at the airport

Tumor - One plus one more

Urine - Opposite of you're out


Growlmy, What are or who are rednecks??
Woofs!

Greenies...Going, Going, Gone!

The urka-gurka greenies that is, not the St Patty's ones...yet!
Only pawppy got those green yucks, so far growlmy & boss-boy and unfurbro have not..yet!

Today I am a DDP! WOOFS!
It seems I am also sharing the spotfurlight with my kitty brofurs...sheesh, too much stuff on one day, I heard growlmy saying that, because she has to go to her work soon...and she can't do Dogster/Catster stuff there, not that she would have time fur that, BOL!
Thanks fur all the comments, P-mails, prezzies and pics!
Here is the picture/memento Cooper and his furmily sent to me:
DDP PIC FROM COOPER & FURMILY OF TALENTED ARTISTS - THANKS!

Well, I gotta run and find out what that silly running loose...again...goat is doing...and bark at him, too, BOL!

BAYL!
Woofs!

Norotorious-Violenticurse...Going Green, Greener And- Greenest

Yup, It IS furry green.
My page is green, a lot of my pictures are green, or at least I am wearing some green things. All of these green things are recycled, also known as going/being green. (Growlmy hasn't had a chance to get any new ones taken...but I am not grumbling...)
Pawppy is green...wait...did I just say that? Well, he was green about the gills as the saying goes, but now thankfurly he no longer looks like a green Martian, who ate all the green cheese, BOL!
Are Martians Irish? I truly do not know, but the Irish might think they approve of the greening of the earth!
Growlmy says her work palace is way too green lately, too. UGH!
The gassy-throw-up-eye-titus crud is in there, and pawppy was dealing with it, too. (Lots of urka gurkas, YUCK) Growlmy is healthy, Wow! She must be waiting to have the final green hoorah...BOL! I hope not though.
She said they diagnosed it to be the norotorious-virus that likes to go on those cruises...
And urka gurkas is not the only trouble this norotorious-virus likes to cause...well, no further info needed, BOL!
It should be renamed Norotorious-Violenticurse!! EEEUUUWWWW!

Scale:
Martians: Green
My Page: Greener
Pawppy: Greenest

A couple of evenings ago, all of a sudden I perked up my ears...and why?
Well, next thing I knew, there was boss boy and unfurbro standing in my contaminated with Norotorious-Violenticurse den. I sure hope I don't have to see them turn green either. But of course I was furry glad to see them! A whole week of spring break with them!

There is also some green peeking out from under some areas of the yard where the snow banks have started to melt in the beautifur sunshine we had today. How long will that last before the next dumping of snow?
I am ready for a pretty green spring fur sure! That would be the greenest of all!

And now for a complete change of direction...Go Blue!
The U of M Wolverines just won their basketball game with the green MSU Spartans...I hope I don't offend any Spartans who might be reading this entry, but both Bossboy and unfurbro go to the U of M...and blue is another color that looks so beautiful to me, because it also means the sun is shining...sun puddles to bask my aging bones in...

Have a nice Green St Patrick's Day!
Stay away from pawlaces inhabited by that Norotorious-Violenticurse!

Whoo-Hoo! And Shucks, Too!

Whoo Hoo! I am a DDP today
Thanks HQ fur thinking about me and my ouchie...which by now is all better, thankfurly. I am running out the doggy door and jumping down from the raised doggy bed just as always! Growlmy doesn't see any limps either.
Thanks fur all the healing thoughts and POTP. It worked!

Thanks, too fur the prezzies on my page, and Cooper and his gang made me a nice pic to put on my page:
My DDP Pic from Cooper and furmily
Always these exciting things seem to happen on days that growlmy has to work...sigh...that is the shucks part...but pawppy should be here most of today, because it's Saturday...though I did hear that he will be going away fur a couple of hours this evening...peeps seem always to do what they want nevfurmind what a pup might want/need...which is their loving company...well, I shall watch out the window for the neighbor's activities, and fur the return of the vehicles that growlmy and pawppy left in to do their respective things...

I will try to convince growlmy to help me woof some more later...