Thanksgiving Tag

My friend Cleo tagged me. I have to say 7 things I am grateful for. Then send this to 7 friends.

I'm thankful:
1) That I've never spent a night without a home and family.
2) That I'll always have as much food as I need (and then some)! :)
3) That my parents have jobs and a decent nest egg...just in case.
4) That my parents are people who know that a dog is a lifetime commitment and that they'll keep that promise to me.
5) That my parents care enough to get me the best possible health care they can afford (and then some)! :)
6) That even though there are 4 other dogs here, my parents tell me I'm special because I was their first.
7) That no matter what, I will always be loved and cared for.

Since there are so many of us in my house, we're all going to go in together as a family and only nominate 7 pups instead of 7 pups each.

Here are my choices, in no particular order:

1) The Brat Pack
2) H & E A Pair-A-Dox
3) Jett
4) Duke
5) Levi, PAWS
6) The Kurowskis
7) Mickey

I've been tagged!!

I’ve been tagged by sweetheart,Jezzy ...the best gal a guy could have!! XOXO Jezzy!!

Here's the rules of the game!

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

1. I tell Mom and Dad when it's bedtime by sitting at their feet and staring at them, then I make them walk me to my crate and close the door. I growl at them when they try to tuck me in, though.

2. I used to walk around whining whenever they would give me a bone. Mom thinks I was trying to find a place to bury it but just couldn't figure out how to dig under the carpet!

2. 3. Every time Daisy or Peaches poops, I have to go pee on it.

4. I know when Mom spells a word, that I'm not supposed to know what it is but I always figure it out. So far, I can recognize B-O-N-E, R-I-D-E and W-A-L-K. I ignore V-E-T.

5. I cry like a baby when the groomer trims my nails.

6. I'm the only dog I know who's been neutered twice.

7. I know that it's Sunday morning 'cause Mom and Dad both get up at the same time and I start dancing around because that means that Dad and I are gonna go get breakfast. The chicks at Hardee's drive-thru dig me!

Now I'm tagging:
1. Jezzy's brother Toby http://www.dogster.com/dogs/397134
2. Pepe http://www.dogster.com/dogs/67784
3. Twinkie http://www.dogster.com/dogs/461522
4. Joy http://www.dogster.com/dogs/366357
5. Mabelline http://www.dogster.com/dogs/527530
6. Violet http://www.dogster.com/dogs/537168
7. Angel Gabriel http://www.dogster.com/dogs/330800

Here we go again!!

I swear, Mom and Dad have fallen off the deep end. I don't know what a dog has to do to get a little respect around here. If you look at my pictures, you'll see there's a dog there that looks NOTHING like me...because it's not me. Instead of MY picture being on MY page, there's one of a dog that Mom and Dad are looking to...*gulp*...adopt.

ADOPT?!? Are they out of their minds? Don't they love me at all? Didn't they learn with Daisy that I'd really rather be an only child? I mean, ok, I've gotten used to Daisy and kinda like having her around when she minds and stays out of my stuff, but she does still get on my nerves sometimes. And it doesn't mean that I want another one in the house. You'd think Dad would be on my side 'cause once this new one is here, it'll be 3 girls to the 2 of us guys. He's totally unaware that the balance of power is shifting to their side. How can he let this happen?

OK, so I know she was abused and abandoned and they feel sorry for her but why does that make her our problem? 'Cause Mom has a soft heart and a Petfinder addiction, that's why... The dog's name is Peaches and Mom read how someone had wired her jaw shut and left her in a water-filled ditch to die. She's been sick with kennel cough since then but is better now. She's been spayed this week and Mom says she's almost ready to come home with us. Can somebody help me figure out how to work these parental controls so I can block her from that site? Maybe I need to rig it up to an alarm so when she goes to Petfinder, it'll say "Step away from the computer and put down the Kleenex...you can't save them all." Hmmm...

Mom and Dad say we're going on a road trip next weekend (YAY!) but it's to meet this other dog. *pout* If they like her and she likes them and the three of us "kids" look like we can get along, then she's coming home with us for a few weeks to see how it works out. Daisy doesn't think they'll go through with it but that's what I thought when they came home with her and she's still here, darn it. Mom's really afraid that it'll be as bad as when we got Daisy but is hoping for better...maybe I'll cut her some slack this time. After all, I know I'm her favorite...

A sad day...

Today we lost our last little gerbil brother, D'Artagnan. Momma and Daddy are very upset, especially Daddy. Although D'Artagnan was over 3 years old, it was unexpected...he was active and seemed healthy until the end. He looked very peaceful, like he was asleep. Because he had no symptoms of illness, they think it might have been a heart attack.

We lost his littermate, Shadow in April of this year. He'd either gotten pneumonia or went into renal failure. D'Artagnan had skin cancer surgery about that time so Shadow going first was unexpected. Mom's glad that D'Artagnan didn't suffer like Shadow did. Now they're back together, sleeping next to each other like they always did. They're buried side by side in the flower bed in front of our house under some large decorative rocks. D'Artagnan's name will be added on the big rock next to Shadow's name tomorrow.

Momma and Daddy have decided not to get any other small animals. The short life span is just too hard to take.

Rest in peace, boys. Have fun at the bridge until we get there. We love and miss you.

But Mo--om, it's not fa-air!

Ok...this is just nuts!!

If you've seen my pictures or read my previous diary entry, you can see that I've got this sweet set up where I take my bed and Daisy's bed, stack them on top of each other and slip in between them to sleep. Not only do I get a cozy place to nap, Daisy is without a bed and I don't have to burrow around in blankets. And Mom and Dad never see me actually doing it (which drives Mom crazy). Everybody wins right? Well, not Daisy, but who cares?

Well all that's over now...just check out the Princess' page and see what I mean. Daisy, the bed thief

Here I'd spent the entire two minutes that Mom was out of the room this morning, feverishly working to get MY beds stacked up perfectly. Yes, I did all this on my own... Well, I was just about to slip in between them when little Miss Long Legs bounds right up on TOP of the whole thing!!!

Of all the nerve!! I whined at her and went running for Mom to help me get her out of there and what does Mom do...she LAUGHS! Not only that, but she said "Good job, Daisy...I guess that'll show him." Can you believe it? Talk about adding insult to injury.... If Dad hadn't left for work already, I'm sure at least he would have been on my side. Then to top it all off, Mom takes pictures of the whole thing and has them posted on Daisy's page making the betrayal complete.

Women...hmmphf!

A tale of two beds

Mom posted some new pics of me. Two of them are of me laying in between 2 beds that are stacked on top of each other. It's driving Mom and Dad crazy that they can't figure out how or why I'm stacking them and they can't catch me doing it. Mwuuhahaha.

At first, Mom thought Dad stacked the beds up while he was vacuuming the floor for some reason, but he thought she'd done it. Turns out, I'm doing it but only when they're not looking. The other day, they almost saw me...I had one about halfway up, but stopped and looked all innocent when they came into the room.

It cracks Mom up that I do this and that I get them almost perfectly lined up and somehow crawl in between them and sleep. I used to roll up in my blankets but having two beds is soo much nicer. The fact that Daisy has to sleep on the floor when I do this is just a bonus.

Off for a nap in my "double" bed....

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Oh my dog, what a month!

It has been just crazy around here!

First, my mom's baby sister decided that everyone else was right and that if you have no skills, no education, no solid work history and no car then you really can't make any money in an area that's 2000 miles away from your family and in a bad economy. Sooo, she all of a sudden decided to move back here and go to nursing school. How long that will last, who knows?

Then, my mom's other sister burned her house down. No one was hurt and they saved most of their stuff but the house is a total loss, so now we have 4 extra people and 2 extra dogs living here. Luckily, Dad is allergic to the 2 dogs and they're big dogs so they don't get to stay in the house so at least I don't have to share my food or beds like the people do. And I'm getting lots of extra attention, so I'm kinda liking this whole thing. Especially when the children give me table food behind Mom's back! YUM!

In the middle of all this, I turned 2! Yep, I'm a fully adult dog now and have some gray whiskers to prove it. It makes Mom kinda sad thinking about me getting older...she still wants me to be a baby. Mom got me some cool toys and treats for my birthday but Daisy steals my stuff so Mom had to get her some stuff too which doesn't seem fair since it was MY birthday. But Daisy's birthday is coming up soon so I'll get stuff on her day.

Mom and Dad are sad, too because one of our gerbil brothers got sick and died a couple of weeks ago. With everything else going on, they haven't had time to post anything about it. Shadow either got pneumonia or went into renal failure...it's kinda hard to tell with little guys like that. The doctor thought he might make it but he was just too little and had lost too much weight. He had just turned 3 years old. Now D'Artagnan is all alone but he seems to be taking it well. D'Artangan had a tumor a few weeks back but had surgery and seems to have come through it ok. Shadow died just a little bit after D'Artagnan recovered from his surgery. Mom says these things are to be expected with gerbils get to be 3 years old...that's like 15 in dog years, ya know.

Now that I've typed all this out, I'm very tired...I'm going to see if I can find a quiet place to nap...

Well, it's official...

Daisy is here to stay. Mom and Dad took her to puppy kindergarten class and they say she's behaving better....I still have my doubts. I didn't like her getting to go somewhere without me so they took me with them to the last class....I didn't like it, either but I did get to scarf some treats when no one was looking. Mom tried to make me do all the same stuff those puppies were doing. Hmmpf! Sit, stay, walking on a leash...who does she think she's dealing with?

There was this one dog that the trainers have had for four years...they did a demo with her and all the stuff she gets bribed to do and everyone was SOO impressed. Puh-lease. Now Mom and Dad think I should be doing all that stuff, too. They say that she's "well-behaved" as if I'm not! Just because I do what I want, when I want, regardless of what they want...I'm just independent, that's all. Anyway, they're now thinking about sending me to something called Obedience class and to Doggie Daycare. I don't like the sound of either one, so I'm just not gonna go. That'll show 'em.

Anyway, Daisy is starting to learn when and where to poop although she still does it in the house most of the time. And she still takes my toys and tries to eat my food and hops in my bed as if it's hers and tries to sit in my pen instead of finding her own place...but I'm adjusting and I tell her no when I get good and tired of it. Or I go tell Momma on her and she makes her stop. I try to play with Daddy but then Daisy jumps in and I quit...it's just not the same if she's playing, too. So Momma tries to keep her out of it when she can so Daddy and I can play.

Momma says next week we're going on a trip. We'll get to stay in a hotel and everything. I've been on one like it before, but Daisy hasn't. This should be fun if she still gets carsick. Mom's hoping she'll sleep most of the way there but will ask the vet about some Dramamine...just in case.

Well, gotta start packing...

Almost a month now...

The squirrels were too cheap to negotiate any deals, so Daisy is still here. Mom and Dad can't seem to decide if she should stay or go. For now, they're just trying to work with her behavior (which is bad) and getting her potty-trained, which isn't going so well - she goes in her crate all the time.

I'm starting to get used to her, I guess. I get mad when she gets up on my furniture or in my bed or takes my toys or wants to sit with Mom. But I have started sitting quietly with her sometimes and licking and mouthing her muzzle and I run around and play with her just a little bit. Mostly, she still just annoys me though.

Mom is taking her to puppy kindergarten starting next week. I was too smart for that. Mom says that we may both go to obedience school, though...I don't wanna. I didn't like the last one and I don't think I'll like this one so I'm just trying to be extra good when I can so they don't take me.

Uh-oh...I think I smell fresh Dingo bones...gotta run before Daisy chews them all up!