Barking Up the Wrong Tree

I Scream, You Scream, We Scream for Ice Cream

What kind of ice cream are you ?
Seamus tagged me—here is how to play. Here we go......

I am going to tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream I look like. Then you tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream you look like! Sprinkles count too!

OK, I bent the rules a little and am going to come up with a name of ice cream that I would like. I am going to tag 5 friends and they tag 5 friends and they will do the same. You can either tell what kind of ice cream you look like or bend the rules like me and give the name of the ice cream that you would have (sorry, Seamus, thinking outside the crate, here!)

My ice cream is….Rocky (the Skwerrel) Road! BOL!

I have tagged

Ellie May

Lyle

Tinkerbelle

Rocky

Willie


Love, Gwennie!

And she throws long......!

And......and......and, the doggies get it! Touch down! You caught the pass. My friend Seamus Bond, famous QB tossed it to me, and now that you've caught my pass, here's what you do.

Hurry and pass the ball to 5 of your team mates so they can make a touch down! You are also suppose to write down 5 things about yourself that are funny. Also please leave me a bone and ask all those who visit your diary to leave you a bone so you will know they have been there ok! OK Here goes the play!


1. I spin when Mom tells me we're going walkies or for a rideinthecar.
2. I sneak up on Vi and try to steal her kongs....but I usually get caught:(
3. When there are no skwerrels around, I chase lizards. And yes, I have caught them.
4.I give kisses on demand...and even when they are not demanded.
5. You are one special pup for catching my pass!

Here is who tagged me! Seamus Bond

Here is who I tagged
Willie
Henry
Minister Misty
Sophie Bean
Loki Do


OK team go get em and leave a bone on my page!

Dog of the Day!

Wow, I can't believe it! Little ole me! Dog of the Day. Mom always said I'm the happiest dog on the planet and now I'm even happier.

I would like to dedicate my DOTD honor to my pal and a dear doggie,
Stormy B., who had to go to the Bridge last week. She left us too soon. Stormy, we miss you.

Thanks to all of you for the rosettes and pmails and PPRs. It's only 9:30 and I've got so many already. What a day!

Gwen

Tag, tag, and more tag!

Fall is a perfect time to play tag. It's cool, it's breezy, and it's critter season. But this isn't skwerrel tag, my friends...this is Dogster Tag. My friend Lyle tagged me, and now I'm tagging 7 of my friends and posting 7 things about my little ole self. My 7 friends likewise get to write about themselves and tag 7 of their friends. So, with thanks to Lyle, here are my 7 things and 7 friends. Gwennie Gwen


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1. Need I say it? I have a love/hate relationship with skwerrels and chipmunks. ‘Nuff said. All you doggies know what I mean.
2. I am a great care taker to my older sis, Mamie. She can be a total pain in the tail, but I do care about her and make sure she doesn’t fall down the stairs or get lost in the house. I also let her stomp on me if necessary. I make sure I compliment her daily on her Tinkle Trousers.
3. I am on a crusade to help homeless pets. As I was once one, I will never forget it and vow to help any way I can.
4. I am fascinated by cell phones. Why can’t I have one? There are family plans, you know!
5. Here’s a secret. I perform tricks without being asked when I smell a chicken roasting. That’s what you call being proactive!
6. I have recently discovered the back of the couch. What a vantage point! The view of critters is phenomenal.
7. I am a sentimental gal. I love Dogster and get teary-eyed at the thought of all the wonderful pals I have. No kidding. Hand me the hanky, if you please. I’m…just….overwhelmed.

Here are my 7 friends that I'm tagging.

1. Seamus. Otherwise known as Famous Seamus, Bacon Head, SJinxy
2. Willie. My dear Yorkie friend. There is no truer pal in the world.
3. Rocky, my fave lab from New York state. He and his brother Sarge (across the miles) are just pawsome, and they always make me smile.
4. Scouty Boy--a pawsome Cow Dog. Scouty's pack of Cow Dogs are pawsome friends to me and to many.
5. Loki Do. Loki is an aspiring detective, just like his hero Scooby Do. He is also a pal of my sister Mamie, and they are Tinkle Trouser buddies together.
6. The Bryan Clan--Henry, Belle, and Baylei. Ok, they are really 3 dogs, 3 dogs in one--kinda! They are my special pals from Texas and always have kind words...and sometimes silly ones, too.
7. Maggie. Maggie is a new friend. She is a pawsome pup who is helping her pack heal after her sister, Sadie, went to the Bridge. Maggie is a super girl on her own...still a puppy and full of energy, life, and good cheer. I'm sure she's keeping her humans VERY busy these days.

So that's it, pals. Tag away!

Love, Gwen

Christmas tag!

I have been tagged by my good freind, Seamus. In this Christmas tag, I gave Seamus 5 bones! I now have to give my wish list to Santa Paws (my top 5) and then tag 5 other doggies! Those five other doggies, according to the rules, should give me 5 bones, make their lists, and then tag 5 other doggies...and let them know with a p-mail or a rosette.

Thanks for spreading the holiday cheer, Seamus! Here are my list items for Santa:
1) I would love the ability to climb trees so I could get at those nasty squirrels (don't think that one's gonna happen).
2) I would love a bushel full of Dingo bones....plus the ability to have permanent access to them.
3) I want a new leash--a leather one!
4) I would love a brand new plush toy....I don't care what kind... I need something else to destuff.
5) I wish that there would be no more homeless doggies or kitties and that humans everywhere would be kind to animals.

Santa Paws, I've been a good girl. I help take care of Mamie and don't even say anything when she comes and sits on top of me in MY bed. I will continue to be good and give my Mom kisses every day! Gwennie

I will tag:
1)Rocky
2) Sarge
3)Rusty Pooh Bear
4)Scout
5) Willie

I've been tagged! :0)

Wow! I’ve been tagged two times—by Willie and by Scout!! How exciting. Here are seven things about me:

1. I was adopted from Atlanta Small Dog Rescue and Humane Society on September 11, 2004.
2. I am about the happiest dog on the planet. I am just so happy all the time!!!!!!!! Happy, Happy, Happy!
3. I have lovely, prominent ears, reminiscent of the breeds that I think I’m a cross of (Boston Terrier and Rat Terrier or Jack Russel).
4. I love my sister Mamie, even though she’s old and grumpy sometimes.
5. I won the best in class for stage one obedience back in 2005! I was awesome.
6. I love to chase chipmunks and squirrels. I love it especially when I can dig a hole to try and get them.
7. Mom just got a new doggie door for the porch. I love it because I can rush out as soon as I see a squirrel running across the yard. It’s “real time”—I don’t have to wait for Mom.


I choose to tag:
1. Brody
2. Hope
3. Lyle
4. Nori
5.Ray
6. Seamus
7.Natalie

Love you guys!

Feliz Navi-dog

My furry friends, it's the holiday season. The time of giving and sharing. Now, I give kisses all the time....does that count? I give Mamie the alpha spot. Does that count? I give Mama all of my love, as I have been at my forever home for over 2 years now. I'm one grateful, Gwen, I tell you that.

So, I want give big kisses to my friends and even those pups I don't know! May you have the treats you want. May you have a good spot on the couch. May we all work to help the homeless pups and give them forever homes.

Your humble Gwen. FELIZ NAVI DOG!!!! :)

My Tail of Devotion for Gwen

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Lordy, Lordy, It's Hot!

Yesiree Bob, it's as hot as Elvis in a leather jumpsuit. Or a melted piece of cheese in my Kong straight outta the microwave (yummmm!).

So hot I only chase squirrels for about 5 minutes before coming back inside. I'm not interested in my spot on the couch--I'd rather plop down on the hardwoods.

So, I've been doing a little more napping than usual. There's nothing wrong with that. I've also been helping my Dogster friend Lyle with French lessons. It's for his novel High Stakes. An excellent work if I do say so myself.

Bone Appetit. (hee, hee, a little dog French humor there).

I've got chew that last nub of my rawhide before the Devil Dog (that would be Mamie) takes it from me. Then to bed. A girl's darn worn out by a summer day's end.

~~Gwen~~

Mi casa es su casa

A lot of activity on the homefront today. First Jody came to clean the house. I love Jody. She is really sweet and rescues Border Collies--she has 5 of them. She gives us treats when she leaves, and guess what--sometimes she even puts peanut butter in our Kongs for us.

After Jody left, Sharon, our friend, came to take me and Mamie walkies! If it's Wednesday it must be Sharon. All this happened while Mom was at work. I was so busy playing hostess that I didn't even miss Mom.

Then Mom got home and 2 of our neighbors came knocking on the door--just to say hi! Wasn't that nice?! Guess what, mom's friend down the street that came to visit (they have 2 corgis) came and gave me cookies! Yep, cookies! Alright, Mamie got some, too. I guess she was trying to be fair. I think I should get a bonus cookie for being such a good girl and being so friendly.

Oh yes, I dove into the clean laundry today. Ah, fresh and folded, right out of the dryer. Heaven, Baby! Plus, I can leave some of my hair on Mom's clothes as a memento. Just think, each time she finds a stray hair, she'll think of me! The best thing is that I'm brindle and white, so that no matter what color Mom wears, some of my hair will always show. Brown hair on white pants and black pants, black hair on white pants and khaki pants, and white hair on navy blue and lime green. Yup, I've got it all worked out.

If you've never rolled around on clean laundry, give it a try. You won't be disappointed! It's even better if you roll in mud first. Then you leave a pawprint AND hair.

Ciao, puppies. Gwennie

Chipmunks

I have recently discovered chipmunks. They are much better to chase than squirrels because they stay on the ground the whole time. They also like to get in the knots of trees, so chasing them allows me to dig on tree trunks and dig holes in the ground. So, I am gaining a new skill set when it comes to chasing small critters.

I am rediscovering my terrier heritage and talents. So what if I come in the house dirty?!

Life is good!

Gwen of the Glen

Boy do I love the overgrown woods in my back yard. There's the grass--and then there's the forest. Lots of trees and twigs and squirrells--and--some baby critters under a tree. Mom says I'm obsessed. I dream about them. I wake in a cold sweat after having chased them in my sleep. I dig under the downed tree trunk. Dig, dig, bark, bark, dig, bark, dig, bark. Not even a squirrel or the occasional visit from the cat next door averts my stony gaze. Food--including cheese and Natural Balance rolls--is no match.

Mom doesn't like it. Mamie is confused. You see...I'm a terrier mix. That 'splains it all.

Mom accidentally deleted a pup pal request

Yep, it's true. Mamie already posted on this. So, we're just reaching out to apologize--if you sent us a pup pal request on 4.13.06 and don't get a repsonse--please write back.

I love pals! I don't want a doggie to think Mamie and I are rude. Well, Mamie IS rude, but I'm not.

And Happy Easter and Passover, ya'll!

I'm such a happy girl today

Wow, it's cold and icy outside today. But that doesn't stop me from chasing squirrels. I just can't stay out as long, but I try to go out more frequently. It's frustrating to look out of the dining room window and see those little boogers and then have to wait for mom to let me outside. I can open the screen door by myself, but Mom doesn't like me to do that. I pawed a hole in the screen. I can't open the French doors by myself. Bummer. Mom says I need something called opposable thumbs to do that. I'm going to look on the Internet and see if I can buy me some of those on line.

Guess what--we made a night time visit to the pet store last night. It was super fun. First mom took us in the car to pick something up at the supermarket. I was excited to go, but it looked like we were just going to sit there in the car and turn around and go back home. Oh, but not so! As a surprise, Mom took a different way home and yes, I saw it, I recognized it...the next thing I knew we were pulling into the parking lot where Petco is! I was beside myself! We went in, sniffed around (I barked at the ferrets--they remind me of squirrels), and I looked pretty and got some treats from the guy that works there. Mamie scammed some, too. We got some yummies to eat and some rawhides, then got back home and enjoyed them. I was so busy eating my new chewies that I didn't even care that the Olympics were on. Imagine that!

Mamie is trying to cuddle with me today. I don't know whether she's really trying to be sweet or if she has an ulterior motive return (like setting me up and stealing my partially chewed chewie) . She may be old, but heck is she sneaky!

It must be time to go out again. Those devils are running all over my yard.

Ciao!

~~Gwennie

Brushin up on my tricks

Well, I've been a bit slack with some of my tricks--I've been aiming more for the treat and really slipping on my form. In fact, I wouldn't do roll over at all!

So, Mom's been working with me and giving me turkey (yummmm!!!!) to entice me. She's also stopped rewarding me if I do a half-***** job. Bummer. But, I must say, I'm doing great again, and roll over rapidly and smile to get my turkey. Mamie gets in the way. She just sits there waiting for a treat while doing nothing in return! In fact, she'll block my space when I go to roll over, which really cramps my style. I know, she can't see, yaddah, yaddah, but that excuse gets a little old sometimes. I think she has a incredibly inflated sense of entitlement if you ask me. It's a good thing I'm such an easy going gal and that I'm accepting of everydog.

I'll be ready tonight to sit like a bunny, shake and wave, bow, play dead...and....yes...ROLL OVER. Oh yes, I give kisses, too, but that's not really a trick. I'm just affectionate by nature.

Later, gators. Gwennie Gwen

Paws of clay

Well, it's Sunday. Usually a day to be laid back and read the NY Times with Mom. (I like the book review section, personally. Mamie prefers the Arts section. I have to read it out loud to her, as she doens't know Braille).

Well, I keep interrupting Mom to go outside. See, it's double fun: it rained last night so there is mud AND squirrels. That's my fave combination. I came back in with muddy paws and jumped on the couch and got red clay all over Mom's clothes. She said something about a B-A-T-H, but I think she's just bluffing.

Mamie was rolling all over her toys again this morning. I try to play tug of war with her but she just gets really nasty and tries to nip. I just bark louder. Mom says, "Gwen, watch it. If you don't stop Mamie is gonna kick your ***." Mom says I need to cut her some slack becuz she can't see. I'll do it, but why am I always the one who has to take the high road?

Whew, I'm a bit worn out. And here comes Mom with that washcloth. Gotta go!

Walkies in the middle of the day!

Oh boy! Today, while Mom is at work, Sharon is going to come by and take us walkies! I love Sharon--I get so excited when she comes to the house. I just jump and jump and spin! Mamie jumps, too--except that I call that "jumping to nowhere" becasue she can't see where she's going. She still jumps high, though--that's the min pin part of her.

Anyway, we love Sharon. She works for Many Paws Pet Services, owned by Daphne and Jane. Sometimes Daphne or Jane comes instead. We love them, too. If you live in Atlanta and want to make a really nice friend to come and walk you or stay with you when your humans are gone, get your humans to call Many Paws.

If I'm lucky I'll get to run around in the yard and chase a few squirrels before Sharon leaves. Mamie comes outside and sniffs the air with me when I do that. Then we go inside for a treat, and go back to napping and watching PBS (mom leaves it on for us during the day).

Well, that's it for today. Remember, give lots of kisses to your human(s) today.
~~Gwen

Miss Congeniality

Apparently they crowned a new Miss America a few days ago. Mom says that if I were in the Miss America Pageant (which I can't be, because I'm a dog), that I'd be Miss Congeniality! I'm friendly, spunky, smart, and I have a great smile. And then, I could be a finalist! And they would ask me the question, "Gwen, what would you do in your reign if you were Miss America?"

And I'd say, "I want to end world hunger, broker peace in the Middle East, and save all the homeless puppies, kitties, dogs and cats." ........

...And then...then... they would crown me, and give me my sash and roses....and then I would get all teary...and I would walk down the runway while the host sings, "There she goes/Miss America!"....and then.....then... then I would wave to the crowd and cry some more out of happiness, and then....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Huh! What? Oh, I must have been daydreaming there for a minute. I don't really want to be Miss America--I'm really happy being a dog. But I do mean it about world hunger and the Middle East and saving homeless dogs and cats. Really!

~~Gwen

Poor Big Boy

Poor Big Boy. My mom's best human friend (they have been friends since they were pups growing up) has a kitty named Big Boy. Big Boy has been fighting cancer, and earlier had to have his leg removed. That nasty disease has spread to his lymph nodes and his mom is going to have to lead him to the Rainbow Bridge sometime this week.

Now, I'd rather chase cats, but Big Boy is special. I've never met him (he lives very far away with his mom), but I'm sure he's a fine cat becasue my mom says so.

So, if anyone reads this, say a prayer for Biggie and his mom, Dianne. Big Boy is on Catster, so you can send him wishes there.

Suddenly I don't feel so bubbly anymore.
~~Gwen

Enuff rain, already!

It was nasty weather yesterday. I hate to go outside when it rains but Mom makes us go anyway. Mamie just goes out like she’s told (which is odd because she’s the one that usually doesn’t listen), does her business quickly and comes back in. I sulk and sulk—Mom says I “prolong the agony.” I keep thinking she’ll get the picture and not make me go out. I’ll have to work on her a bit harder.


So, I didn’t really get to chase any squirrels yesterday because of the rain. I did get some peanut butter-flavored rawhides, though—the kind with the peanut bits baked in. The bomb! That Mamie always tries to take mine! She gets her own but stands over me with her nose in my face trying to steal my chewie! She’s what Mom calls “obby-noxious.” Sometimes I’ll chew off a bit and let her have it, just because compromise is the honorable thing. I have good manners and can override my doggie impulses for the sake of peace in the household. But even I have my limits.

The couch beckons.

Later, gators!

~~Gwennie

The Conference Call

So, I've been on Dogster since August, and I'm just now gettin' around to writin' a diary. (OK, already!) It's not that I'm lazy--there's just so much to do that writin' a diary usually ends up last on my list. So, I'm going to try this--I'm not makin' promises, mind you, so don't be disappointed if I don't write all that frequently. I'd much prefer chasing squirrels, eating rawhides, and treeing that cat that comes in my yard sometimes. I have a special "cat alert" trill when that thing comes over. It even gets my sister Mamie barking. Since she can't see, she can't figure out what's up but knows it's sumpin' big!

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So, I caught a mole last Friday. Nobody knew (hee, hee). I was in the yard and was very quiet. Mom was working from home. She was on sumpin' called a conference call (she's always saying, "Be quiet girls, I'm about to get on a conference call!"). I thought I'd surprise her with the mole (hee, hee!). So, I sat at the screen door and waited for her to come get me and show her the mole. (It was an ex-mole by that time. ) Mom had the phone to her ear, and was talking to some people. Then she shouted, "No, Gwen! Drop it!" right into the phone with all those work people on the line (oops!). I dropped it like a good girl and ran into the house. She wasn't very happy. She told me later I embarrased her. Sheesh, then next time use the mute button, already! I was just trying to impress her by using my God-given terrier talents. It's my job, ya know!

OK, bye for now. Not sure when I'll be back, but I'll catch ya on the flip side :)
~~~ Gwennie