Hot? You call thisHot?

Why o why am I inside?
Why did daddy bring me inside and tell me i was crazy to be out?
Why is everyone acting so weird?
I'm Australian...I come from the outback. 100 degree weather is no reason to stop playing ball.
Why is Piggens stretched out in front of the fan?
Doesn't anyone see that we are losing valuable playtime here?
I am so frustrated, I can't even put it into words.
Excuse me, i have to walk around in circles for awhile before I nap.
Here's hoping it is cooler tomorrow and mommy isn't so neurotic about me becoming 'overheated'.

Back to Work

I gotta get the ball...gotta get the ball....gotta get the ball...ok.....
gotta get mommy to throw the ball
throw the ball
mommy, throw the ball
throw the ball
I'm sitting, please throw the ball
gotta get the ball
throw the ball
ok - more later - I gotta go get the ball.

xoxoxo Batman

I am A country Gentleman

My mommy always was so judgemental about "backyard dogs" when she lived in the city. But I've changed all that. I refuse to come inside during these lovely sunny days.Sure, if it really hot or the bugs are tormenting me too much I've agree to stay indoors for a while.

But if the conditions are right I will simply refuse to move. I will do my best trick , she calls it "pass out". I lay on my side and make myself as heavy as possible. I call it civil disobedience. Life is short and I'm not living it indoors when there is so much beauty outside. I have vague nightmarish memories of living in a big apartment building and taking a crowded elevator down to go for walks. I am staying outside in the grass, under the trees and playing ball quietly by myself. Please leave me alone. Bring me in if it rains.

The Thaw

I can now stay outside alone . I am getting in touch with my inner wolf. I refuse to come inside, insisting that I stay atop my favorite tree stump. Here I can play the great game I invented myself, edge ball, for hours.

No more sitting inside waiting for a leash walk around the crowded city. No, not for me. I get to play ball, tear up the garden hose and bark at chimpmunks. I am a man. Springtime in the Catskills rocks.

Free at last!

They finally moved up here to the Catskills! I've been trying to convince them to move for months! I'm so happy! All I do is play ball in the snow and eat and sleep. The grandchildren come over and play ball with me. Daddy plays ball with me. Mommy plays ball with me. I'm so happy I don't even feel the need to chase people, dogs, turkeys, ducks, deer or geese. But in the spring mommy is going to have to help me control myself around chipmunks.

Everyone should move to the country. I hope to never ride an elevator or dodge a bus in NYC ever again. I have a vague memory of urban horror; but if I keep playing ball in the snow I will banish those hideous memories forever.

Escape from New York!

Yey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We're moving to the country. I am so happy Mommy and Daddy finally decided to moves us all upstate permanently. I know Moe likes Mahattan. Ok, Piggens likes it too. And Daddy likes it. Mommy kinda tolerates it.

OKAY.
I am the only one who hates it here. It took awhile but I finally convinced the parents to move upstate. I'll be playing in the snow in no time!

And I won't have to dodge food delivery guys on bikes on the sidewalks, kids on rollerblades, taxi cabs, crowds of people any more! I am so excited. Now if they would just throw away the vacuum cleaner my life would be perfect.

City living is just not for me.

Prozac, No thanks

Well, they finally did it. Mommy & Daddy put me on prozac. Apparently they think that a cattle dog living in a 400 unit building w/ 4 elavators in a city of 8 million shouldn't try to chase everything that moves. I say, move me out of Manhattan, morons!
Instead, they put me on prozac. It made me sleepy and cuddly. It also made me feel relaxed enough to charge after everything with out holding back like I usually do. Yes, I try very hard not to dive at everyone's paws/feet screaming. I try not to knock over food delivery guys who bike right past me on the sidewalk. It is hard work to keep it togther and look at my Mommy instead of at the world racing by when we go on walks.
But when I was on prozac it was a different story. For a week or so I didn't even try to restrain myself. I had no inhibitions. I just went for it - who cares what Mommy wants. It was so exciting and fun! I screamed, I lunged, I chased! Awesome.
Now I'm back to normal.
And the world is my vacuum cleaner.
O yeah! Did I tell you? The sprinklers are truned on in little lawn of the office building across the street all the time now. I enjoy attacking that water several times a day.

THAT VACUUM WILL NOT DIE!

Why does daddy bring it out of it's cave? Why? I hate the weekend because daddy coddles that monster and takes him for a walk in MY HOUSE!
He did it again today. I made it very clear that I was willing to destry that thing. In fact, daddy tried to trick me by sending mommy out for a walk with me while he vacuumed. But I knew. I rushed back and nearly broke down the door. Daddy pretended he wasn't just hiding the vaccum in his bedroom as I walked by, o, but I knew!
SO I didn't actually get a chance to attack the vacuum today. but I think I really scared it with all my lunging and snarling. Hopefully it will be too frightened to come out of its cave next weekend.

Evil Wicked Vacuum Cleaner, I Shall Defeat You!

Today daddy brought out that wicked screeching creature from hell. That disgusting growling vacuum cleaner. I attacked it, as I always do when it ventures out of its cave. Yes, I beat upon it with the ball I held in my mouth. Daddy yells if I bite the devilish monster. So I must do my best to try to defeat it as I beat it mercilessly with the ball in my mouth. O, it has my tooth marks all over it! I know I could damage it mortally if mommy and daddy weren't there to defend it.

Why do they hold on to it and bring it out into my room? Don't they know how evil it is? How can they touch such a vile monster?

O, loathsome noisy vacuum cleaner! You are like a stinky screaming bull I must fell. I hate that vacuum cleaner!