I cannot believe what they have DONE!!!

I haven't written in a long time because frankly, I have just been too busy to bother. Eating, naps, watching TV, and helping the parents take care of their business, is all very, very time consuming you know. So, here I have been working my paws to the bone helping them out with their daily business and what do I get in return? You are not going to believe this when I tell you - I am still in shock. Shock and awe. Disbelief. Incredulous! No matter how you spell it I am plain 'ol fashioned pissed off. Last week we went for a very nice ride in the truck. They do take me along a lot - of course they did - THEY need ME! Anyway, it was a long ride but very nice...and we stopped at some stranger's place and got out. No problem... they have a nice yard there... but with a little obnoxious puppy that surprisingly resembles me and I do not know how that can be as there is only one me and I am wondering WHAT is THAT? Mom and dad play with it and "ohhh" and "ahhh" over IT and how cute IT is and lawd they nearly made me puke. It was downright sickening the way those two behaved - like they had never seen a puppy before. I wanted to ignore them but they are very persistant. Anyway, I just try to mind my own business and dad puts me back in the truck which was fine by me. Then, it happened. Mom gets in with THAT THING in her arms and we leave! They brought IT home. IT is so annoying - always trying to follow me and lick me. JEEZ! I just do not know what they see in him. OH, they call IT by a name now...Jack. PPPFFFTTTT. I am going on strike. No more Mr. Nice Guy for me. They can take care of their own business now. I need to go..gotta rescue my BoBo from that little brown and white demon spawn.

Big Boy Haircut

Last month Mom took me to a place called "The Groomers." There were other dogs there and a couple of people. I was not very happy with Mom, as she left me there! A man put me in a crate there and it wasn't mine. Boy was I confused. So, I barked and barked but Mom didn't come. Later the man gave me a bath and then took some noisy thing and ran it all over me - EVEN MY FACE!!! If this is someone's idea of a joke, I am not laughing. That guy took my whiskers! (Okay...now shhhh....Can you keep a secret? ...I'll whisper this part...he ran that buzzing thing over my butt!?! No warning, no nothing. I would say you gotta watch those "Groomer" people, they seem to be kind of sneaky.) Also, I think he took a bunch of my fur as well. He didn't let me look in a mirror (I am telling you they are sneaky, sneaky people). Years later, my Mom finally showed up and I was so happy to see her. She told me how beautiful I am now with my "Big Boy Haircut." She put me in the truck and gave me a treat, but I didn't want it - I was too excited to get the heck out of "The Groomers." We took forever to get home. I was never so happy to see my crate. There is happy ending to this: We went CAMPING! Yeppers. All those smells, sticks, and pinecones nearly made me forget all about that buzzer thing. I will caution you about one thing - don't lick that stuff called "sand." Not that I am speaking from experience...but it sure tastes different than it smells.

Camping and lots of smells

Okay, I have to tell you about this thing called camping. It is so awesome!First, I got to ride in the backseat of the truck with Sadie for like forever; I think it must have been something like a few days or at least a couple of hours. Anyway, Mom wouldn't let us play back there (she is such a pain sometimes, know what I mean?) and kept saying "no play, no play, no play." So, after riding back there we stopped at a place called a campground. Mom got out so Dad could park the 5'r? They talk really strange sometimes. Then we got to get OUT! I cannot even begin to tell you how many most fantastic smells there are at a campground. I thought my nose would blow up from all the smelling. I still get light-headed at the thought. AND I didn't get to smell just once. PLUS I hardly had to be in my crate and they let me lay on the couch! Can you even believe that? Maybe there is different air or something at campgrounds 'cause Mom and Dad let me do that a lot. OH, oh, oh, oh...have you ever had banana chips? They are just to die for. I never thought it possible, but they are even better than the pieces of banana Mom gives me in the mornings when she gets herccereal (believe it or not she eats out of a bowl!!!). The same great taste but crunchy. Man, I can't wait to go camping again.

Mom is Maxed Out!

Here I am seven months old and Mom is just now getting around to making me a page at Dogster. She has some excuse about being in "collidge"...wherever that is. She also says that I am "toobizzy" and need to take lots of naps. Mom talks really funny sometimes! I have a sister, Sadie, who I LOVE to play with. Mom and Dad only let us play together once a day because I get too "riled-up"? All I know is Sadie is real good at getting her slobber all over my head and then Mom says "yuck, you are all wet" and won't pet me for a while. David still doesn't like me much, which makes me very sad. I think Sadie must have told him a lie about me so that she could be my friend and not him.She is kind of sneeky...when I am in my crate, she comes and steals all of my stuffed animals and gets her girl germs all over them. THEN I have to have Mom wash everything. If you ask me, I think Sadie is "toobizzy." Oliver and I are great friends and he cleans the top of my head for me everyday if I want. He is a real good hair stylist! Kenny is a rather temperamental-type and I am never quite sure if we are playing or fighting. He doesn't always let me in on that little secret right away. Both him and Oliver are really bad about going in my crate, the nerve! Then they get their cat hair all over my stuff and I have to drag EVERYTHING out of my crate (after I bark at them until they get out). They are a lot of work sometimes. I don't know how Mom can put up with them. Off to find that bad snake...