Making An Appearance.

Hi Everyone.

Last Saturday my friend Alley made an appearance at her mom's job. Which is also where my mom works. After Alley left some people had started talking about me. Being the "STAR" that I am. I have gotten a lot beefier since the last visit. I also got my new studded collar. So, they of course were requestiong an appearance from me. Far be it for me to let my fans down. Be patient I am on my way fans. I will let you know how it goes. I am sure to get lots of lovins.

Wet Licks and bad breath kisses.
Manwich

It has been Busy here.

Well first off let me start by saying I got a bigger pool. I just couldnt flop around like I wanted too in last years. So, dad got me a big one. It isnt only good for cooling off. It is also good for Chewing and building my strength up. I chew the otuside edges. Then that makes me hyper so I pull the pool across the yard. I know I am strong when it takes mom and dad to pull it back. They say with the water it is just to heavy for once person. Yet, have no problems dragging it. Well, that isnt entirely the truth. There is one problem with dragging my pool everywhere. I put a hole in the bottom of it. Now the water goes everywhere. Oh well. I have been too busy to even realize the pool has been empty because my kids are here. When they fist got here my Bullies feeling were very hurt. They wouldnt play with me. They said I was scarey. Mom says it is because of my ugly teeth. She said I am intimidating. For 4 days those kids would only play with Tinie, Chewey and Chloe. Well, I put my bully foot down. Victoria was sitting on the couch and I jumped up and sat right next to her. I looked her in those big beautiful eyes and plopped myself on her lap. Ha! Take that! You are going to be my friend and like it! You dont have a choice. You wouldnt believe it. But, it worked. Now both kids call me over to play and scratch my belly. I am the luckiest Bully in the world. I just wanted to share with you.

Water is Water, Isn't it?

Hi Everyone.

It is a cold and rainy day here in the Valley Of The Sun! My mom asked me a very good question this morning. As many of my dedicated followers know. I love water. I have my own pool. I love to play in mud puddles. But, the strangest thing. I dont like the rain. Mom sands us out to go potty and I just sit under the covered patio and watch it fall. You think I am going to go out in that? Heck no. I cant explain it myself. I just dont like rain. Ya, wanna know something even crazier? That Crazy Chloe she hates baths and the pool but runs around in the rain like a chicken with her head cut off. She comes in all drenched and then has the nerve to shake it off onto me. Some women! If anyone can help us learn why this is so different from a pool or mud puddle please let us know.

Wet Licks & Bad Breath Kisses.

Pool Party

Woo Hoo! March 2nd and alredy pulled my pool out. I was panting so hard from playing with our new toys that mom decided to fill my pool up. I love that the other dogs are too good to use it. That makes it mine all mine. I can jump and splash as much as I want and noone gets mad. I even took some toys in there. I need to talk to mom about gettnig me a rubber ducky though. A dogs gotta have some kind of company. Something that just smiles and wont bark back. I cant wait till it gets really warm then the pool will be out all the time. Yes! High Paw! Well, I am going to try and talk my mom into putting some pictuers on here of the pool party. Bark at you all soon.

Wet licks with bad breath kisses.
Manwich

I am a hurt Bullie

I finally "Bullied" mom into posting in my diary today. Sometimes she needs that little push. The last few weeks have been hard on me. My front left leg doesnt like to work all the time. Mom and dad said it is called lameness. I went to the vet. Of course I did my best to make it look like nothing was wrong. So, the vet said I probably was just rough housing with the other dogs and pulled something. So, they sent me and dad home with some liver flavored pain pills. But, before we could leave they made another appointment which I wasnt thrilled about. I got home and then mom got home and gave me lovins. Asked what we found out. Dad told her then she asked my why I didnt show the vet my leg was bothering me. I played as I usually do for the 2 weeks. Then we got to go back . I love the cookie treats I get when I fo there. They are great. This time they took a lot of blood to do tests. They thought it may have been Valley Fever but all the blood work came back negative. Yet again we had another appointment. I really dont mind going to the vet. But, i cant stand when they first go in there. You just hope it isnt going to happen but it does. You know what I am talking about. Yes the "T" word. My temperature. Mom says my eyes look like they are going to pop out of my head when they put that, you know where. Everytime I go they do that. I dont care how many cookie treats you give me. It doesnt make it alright. Anyway, dad dropped me off and they sedated me. They took xrays of my front legs. Mom took the afternoon off work to go with dad to hear what they had to say. The vet said that my leg bone in the bad leg was smaller than the other leg in diameted. Everything else was normal. So, the vet couldnt explain it and said I had to go to a Bone Doctor. Yep another visit and yep another temperature taken. They looked at the xray and said the bone size is fine. I am just going thru bulldog growing pains and I should eventaully grow out of it. If not then they will want to do a catscan. I am a bull dog and dont want to do anything with the word "CAT" in it. Ya know? I will let you know when I am all better. Right now I get away with murder. I get to spend the night on teh couch. Sleep in the bed. Sometimes it pays to be lame.

The Wrong Impression.

I was just going over my website with my mom. I realized all of you might have the wrong impression of me. There are way too many pictures of me sleeping. I explained to mom we need more action pictures. She looked at me put her hand on my head and laughed. She said that the reason we have so many sleepy pictures is because that is when I am at my most adorable. Now this is not what a masculine Bullie like me wants to hear. I am supposed to be rough and touch! Not adorable! She told me that I am rough and tough but she cant snap those pictures because she is too busy trying to get her clothes out of my mouth with both her hands. I guess I have to give her that. Man I love that woman. So, there must be a compromise somewhere. They me shake my twisted tail and think about it. Well, I guess if I leave her clothes alone that woule make for more play time and more play time makes more action. This could work. But, I still want all my friends to know I dont sleep constantly as the pictures would show. So, please dont think I am lazy or fat. With 3 other dogs in the house there is plenty of excersize.

Revenge Is Not So Sweet.

I need to put this entry in here so everyone doesnt laugh at me. If you keep up with my diaries at all. Then you know that I may not have been the nicest dog to mom. Well, she got even. She made me wear Tinie's fluffy green, crushed velvet, Christmas collar. As if that wasnt bad enough she took pictures and then emailed them to everyone she knows. But, today was the last straw. She put it on my page for everyone in the world to see. I just want to say that isnt right. How could you do this to me mom? I thought you loved me? You have been warned! I will remember that when I need to pass some gas. Be prepared Mom this is war!

Bad Dog - Good Dog

Things are different around here. We have all this company for me to bully. I usd to have a great time when it was just mom and dad and the rest of the dogs. But, now we got other people to be rough with. I love to be rough. My favorite thing to do is jump up on mom and grab her clothes and tear them. She gets mad at me. Dad tells her I am a puppy and I will grow out of it. I think it is too much fun I dont ever want to grow out of it. The other night grandpa was here and man hs short were tasty. Luckily I didnt tear them. I dont think he is too sure whether he likes me or not. Grandma says she loves my face and that I am cute. I like those people. I was told the kids willbe coming. This is my first time to meet them. Mom said I need to be on my best behavior. But, as long as dad is going with the "he's a puppy" I should be fine being myself. I also learned something new this week. Mom was making some banana bread and I went in to the kitchen because it smelled good. I stood on my hind feet with my paws on the counter. With all my might I tried to get some of that fresh baked bread. I just couldnt reach it. So, I looked up at mom and whined like Tinie does. It didnt work. She told me to get down. For once I lstened. So, instead I went back to pulling on cChewey's ears. It is great to be man of the house. Just dont let dad know I said that.

Revenge is sweet.

Well, as you all know mom and dad have had my family jewels removed. Now that I am feeling better and totally recovered from that I have been really, really bad. Just the other day I learned that the plants outside can be dug up. Now, whenever I am let out and they want to believe I am going to behave, straight to the flower bed for me. I dig as fast as my legs will let me. Eventually mom or dad is going to get up and see what I was up to. So, I do the best digging I can under pressure. Then I hop out and get as far away as I can. What I didn't realize is that dirt sticks to me. Of course it leave paw prints on the sidewalk. It sticks to my mouth. I found that out because dad told me I was bad and I had dirt everywhere. I would have never believed the paw prints, but I saw them with my own eyes. Not good.
I found an even better way to get mom back too. I jump up on her and pull at the bottom of her shirts. I even put holes in some of them. I really like those shorts with the elastic band. They actually come when I pull. That is a funny sight to see mom chasing after me. I am pretty fast. Man, I know when she catches me I am off to the kennel. I still think it is great fun. I just give that puppy look with those teeth that say " You should have let me keep the jewels"
Last but not least. I can go for hours playing fetch. Inside or outside. Mom doesnt like to play it inside. But, I do. So, I always take it to her. Dad will throw it all day long but not mom. She gets tired of throwing then she hides my ball. So, I look for it for awhile and then I jsut get another one. Today she got smart and threw 3 tennis balls in a big cardboard box that I am scared of. I still have yet to get them out. I will just give dad the Macho Bulldog face. Ya know the one. Guy to guy look. Then he will ask where the balls are and when I dont bring any back he will ask mom. Where are all the balls and she will have to tell him. Then the cycle will start again. I cant wait!

The Goods Are Gone.

I made it thru the surgery yesterday. Man oh man I am not a happy camper. I just don't understand what I have done to deserve this kind of treatment. Don't worry though I made dad and mom pay. They came to get me from the vet and the vet tech told him that I seemed ok. Just was making some weird noises. You know the kind. The ones that sound like you are dieng from the pain. They put me in the back seat of the and i just sat there staring at the door. That pain medicine was great. Mom and dad would check on me. But, not enough. So, I would start whimpering and doggy moaning until someone would pet me. Then I would give them my saddest. I am in pain bull dog look. Mom looked pretty concerned and kind of sorry. She kept telling me it was for my own good. How can this be for my own good? When we got home they wanted me to go potty which I did. Then they put me in my kennel. I knew this was the time to pull out the big guns. I whined and whimpered so much that Tinie came and layed in front of my kennek and whines back at me. Now I know that got them good because they hate to here Tinies high pitched whine. Eventually Tinie stopped and I was so sleepy I just layed down for awhile. Finally I got to eat. I hadn't eaten since the night before and wow was I hungry. Do you know that my dad only gave me a 1/4 of a cup of food. Can a bull dog get a real dinner. How about a tbone steak or something? Dad said sorry Manwich vet said we cant give you more than this because it might make you sick. So, I ate my food in 2 bites and watched the other pups eat all that deicious food. As they were eating I sat there and though what can I do to get even. I know! I stood up and went potty in my kennel. (#1 and 2) hee hee. Dad yelled and took me outside. Where I kept dad on his toes because I wanted to scoot on my bottom. ha ha. I know I can't do that but I like to keep dad on his toes. I went potty twice. Dad thinks it was the meds that made me too tired to let him know. After the second incident mom let me go in the bedroom with her and watch her hockey team lose. I have never heard mom yell at the t.v. before. Usually it is at me for chewing something I am not supposed to. So, I stayed in there and got Mama Lovins for awhile. Then it was her bed time. So, I went to bed myself. I whined and scratched the kennel until dad would get up with me. I think I need to try and come up with some horrible noise because mom never hears me. It is always dad getting up with me. I would love to see mom at 1 am too. I am better today. Now I am whining just because I dont want to be in this kennel. Dad wont let me out becaase I am rough with the other dogs. So, he tells me to relax in the kennel to think of it as a vacation. ha ha. Well, I just took more meds and think it is time to fall asleep in my dish again.
Bye