People Like This Should Spay and Neuter Themselves!

I have neighbors from hell, whose backyard is above mine in the back. The kids, 3 of them under the age of 6, throw things down in my yard at me and my canine siblings. The father makes barking and whistling noises at us.

They, I call them Breeders, called Animal Control last summer, and told them that we are out at all hours, barking incessantly, which is untrue. They did this because we woke up one of their brats from a nap in the middle of the afternoon when we were barking at the mailman while out in the yard on a potty run.

Animal Control asked my other neighbors about us and could not get anyone to validate the neighbors' claim. Mom called the police and filed a report of her own about them throwing things.

Mom found two peppers in my yard the other day, from the plant they have in their yard. She called Animal Control to tell them that they are once again trying to harm us. They told her there was nothing they could do about them throwing things unless one of us gets sick or dies.

Scary, isn'' it?

I live in an area where neighbors call the township if your grass is 1/4 inch above regulation, but nothing is done to help prevent us dogs from getting harmed by neighbors who do nothing but breed children. Spay and neuter yourselves, neighbor!

I'm One Happy Pooch!

Thanks, Dogster, for featuring my diary today. And thanks to all who sent congrats, gifts, and invites to be friends.

It is another red hot day here and I'm just laying around on the cool basement floor, while my mom is chopping down the ivy off the wall in the back yard, and my brother is mowing the lawn.

My mom says that the ivy is ugly and is a breeding ground for mold and insects, which may be causing the dermatitis that flares up on me every so often. She always says that she's doing her Joan Crawford impersonation while she hacks away at the ivy, whatever that means.

Well, I guess that's it for now. I'm gonna go get some cold water to drink and go back to laying around. Too hot to do anything else today.

Check Out One of My New Photos!

Remember when I told you about the trick of showing the humans that I have something in my mouth? Check out the closeup of me, and you'll see a little piece of foam from a cushion, hanging out of my mouth. My human sister thought it would be cute to take a picture of it before she went to get me a biscuit so that I would drop the foam instead of eating it. Sometimes my human siblings are not all that bright!

Help Rescue Shelter Animals!

I was one of the lucky ones. I was on my way back to a shelter when my permanent family rescued me.

Others like me, though, aren't so lucky. Please, if you know someone living in or around NJ or PA, who wants to save an animal from unnecessary death due to lack of space in the shelter, tell them to visit the following websites:

http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/NJ148.html
B urlington County Animal Shelter

-and-

http://www.petfinder.org/shelters/PA235. html
Philadelphia Animal Care and Control Association

Thanks!

Your pal,

Yogi

My Family

Well, I just want to say that when I first came to live with my human family, I was only 16 weeks old. The first thing I did was try to go under the bed. I could only fit my head under there, my body was too fat! I guess I was a little shy and nervous at first. But that quickly changed. My mom spoiled me rotten, just like a baby. I used to like laying right at the front door. My mom thought it was too drafty and she would cover me with a blanket. I'm the only dog in my family that likes to have a blanket put on me. My brother and sister get up, shake the blanket off, and lay back down.

I love walks. There is a place around here that used to be a pet cemetery. When my mom walked me past it the first time, I stopped, stared, and kept very still for a few minutes. This freaked my mom out, because she thought I was somehow sensing the souls of the animals buried there. I'm not sure what I was doing, but everytime my mom walks me, I pull her in the direction of the pet cemetery. Maybe I do have a sixth sense, I don't know. But I get a kick out of spooking my mom out. Works everytime! :)

I used to pull like crazy on the leash and would almost pull my mom's arm out of its socket. Then one day she brought this new leash home. It doesn't go around my neck, it goes under my shoulders and around my waist. It feels pretty good, but I only trot now instead of running full speed. My mom walks me further because it's easier for her, and I don't strain my neck pulling her the whole way. What a neat invention.

Here's something you should all try for treats. I go around the house looking for something to put in my mouth that I'm not supposed to have, like my human sister's Barbie Doll, for instance. Then I go right up to one of my human family members, show them what I have, then run into my crate! You should see how fast they get me a biscuit, and ask me politely to drop the doll out of my mouth. It is great fun and has become a regular occurrence at my house. I'm trying to teach my brother and sister this trick, but it's been slow-going. Guess I'm the smarter, older, sibling.

Well, that's it for now. I'll write more later. I've got to nap. All these writing makes me tired.

Bear