My Tail of Devotion for Hemingway T. Dog

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TRUFFLES!!!!

Yesterday, I decided to go into my mom's bedroom while she was at church (she left the door slightly open in her haste to get to church on time). I found a bag that her fiance left that had these wonderful concotions called TRUFFLES. They were balls of milk-chocolatey goodness, and I ate every one, including their wrappers! When mom came home, she found the bag, and immediately called the vet. The vet told her to watch over me, and if I started acting weird, to bring me in.
Well, I knew I was fine, but mom was stressing out a little bit. I mean, I did eat weed kilelr last year and survived that without any side effects, so what was the deal with a little chocolate?

NOTE*** Please keep chocolate away from dogs this holiday season. While Hemingway survived his episode, it was mainly because he ingested milk chocolate, not a very large amount, and he is a very large dog. It only takes about 2 candy bars to cause a 10 pound dog to die. Make sure bags are put up high, and doors are closed. This message brought to you by: Rona, the now even more vigilant dog owner.

My dog bed....

I love my dog bed. I love it, love it, love it. I circle it 3 times before I lie down on it. And it is positioned perfectly-- next to the patio door, so I can watch for people walking by mom's apartment and bark at them. I have to guard the homestead when Mom is away...and even when she's home! Of course, if someone decided to break in, I would just lick them and run around. But at least I sound ferocious......

Saturday......

I got to go to the dog park on Saturday..I met Zoey for the first time and we had a lot of fun running around and laying underneath the picnic table. Then, we got to go to Bruegger's for breakfast.

When I was laying down there, some smelly guy came up to my mom and asked, "How much do you want for the dog?"

My mom said in no uncertain terms, "He's not for sale."

Then the smelly guy, made some comment about not liking dobermans because they bite. I don't know why he didn't like Zoey-- Zoey is the sweetest dog ever--she's so nice!

Flagstaff

Mommy and Matt put me in the car on Sunday and we drove for what seemed like forever--only to end up in Flagstaff! I'd heard Mom talk about Flagstaff- how it is 20 degrees cooler than Tucson in the summer and the huge dog park near Thorpe Park. I was so excited when we pulled into the park, I couldn't sit still!

I ran around the park for about 30 minutes and even did the A-Frame agility stunt. Mom was so impressed! Then I watched a softball game and lots of people petted me....I was in heaven!

The next day I got to run around again....and again......and again at the Thorpe Dog Park. I was so tired that when mom bought me over to watch the game, I just laid down underneath the bleachers and slept.

When we got in the car to go home I was so tired, I slept with my head off the backseat for the entire trip. Mom said I looked like a drunk doggie.

The Two Little Javelinas

Once upon a time, on a dark, chilly night, there was dog named Hemingway. Hemingway lived with his owner in a big apartment complex on the northwest side of Tucson. Hemingway's apartment was on the ground florr, so he could protect the apartment and his owner by barking when anyone walked by the patio.
On that particular night, Hemingway was guarding his owner in the bedroom when he heard shuffling outside the patio. Because he was such a good dog, he woke up his owner at 1:30 in the morning to warn her of the danger outside. His owner, frightened that someone was trying to break into the apartment, grabbed her cell phone and walked Hemingway towards the patio doors. Using the element of suprise, his owner flung open the blinds and switched on the patio light. Hemingway, ready to bark ferociously at the intruder, sat and stared at what he saw.
Hemingway, with his owner, saw a javelina on the patio, nosing around the dog food container. Hemingway, normally vocal and wanting to see other animals, sat and stared (cocking his head to the side, as if to say, what on earth is that?) Hemingway's owner, relieved that it was not a human intruder, banged on the patio doors to get the javelina away. Hemingway's owner tried to understand exactly how the javelina had gotten onto her patio, as there is a two and a half foot fence surrounding it. Then Hemingway's owner saw another javelina nose poking through the underside of the patio fence. Hemingway's owner came to the conclusion that one must have "piggy-backed" on the other to get in.
Hemingway watched the javelina on the porch get out of the patio by jumping on his owner's futon and stepping onto the flat top of the patio fence. Hemingway, satisfied that his owner was not in jeopardy, went back to sleep.

****Editor's Note: The javelina, while wild pig like in appearance, is not a pig. The javelina is a Collared Peccary, a "cousin" to the pig family. For a good idea of what a javelina looks like, go to the children's section of the library and check out "The Three Little Javelinas," by Susan Lowell.

I'm Back........and better than ever!

I got to go to the dog park this morning!!! I was so excited! I got to play with Lily and Rowdy and Bailey....it was awesome! My mom got a call from the vet last week and the vet said my liver count was back to normal! WooHoo!

I ran around a lot this morning, and because I'm so out of shape, I got tired very quickly, so mom took me home after about 30 minutes, but I had a blast!!

Then, when I got home, I farted a lot and mom called me 'stinky puppy.'

Hemingway mourns Hunter S. Thompson

Hemingway, on behalf of his namesake, would like to extend his sympathies to Hunter S. Thompson's family. From one wonderful author to another, his condolences.

Stuck inside......

Ever since I went to the vet for my yearly check-up, I have been stuck inside the apartment. Mom hasn't even taken me to the dog park. I keep acting rambunctiously, hoping Mom will take me, but she just keeps saying- sorry honey, not until your next check up- we need to make sure you're ok.

OK? Of course I'm not OK---- if I would get to go to the dog park, I would be OK. But no......just because I got super sick after my last vet visit, and the vet said my liver count was abnormally high, well, that made Mom think that she had to keep me inside until the next visit. Silly Mom... doesn't she know that I would feel a lot better if I got to go see my friends?

It is getting to be the last straw nowadays-- I have started exacting my revenge on the apartment. I decided the flowers that Mom's boyfriend got her would be the first things to be shredded. And even though I've been a good dog and stayed out of the garbage, I decided to let Mom know that I am not going to take this imprisonment any longer! Vive la revolucion!

New dog.....for now.....

OK, I love playing with other dogs. Outside, at the dog park, at Petsmart... what I don't like is a new dog in my home and one that totally takes all the attention away from me.
Yesterday, when I went out for my nightly walk and pee session, I saw this dog. It looked almost like me, just smaller and with floppy ears. I wanted to meet it, so I dragged mom over to it. The dog seemed cool, and Mom looked for its tags. But, no collar, no tags. So, instead of continuing on our traditional nightly excursion, mom put me back in the apartment, took some of my treats, and started walking the other dog around to other apartments, asking if anyone knew who the dog belonged to. After about half an hour she came back.... WITH THE DOG! I was not happy.
So, mom then got on her computer and got the numbers to animal control and humane society and called them to say she had found a dog. She also sent in a picture she took of the dog to the found website. Then, she gave the dog some of my food AND let the dog stay in the kitchen!! I am NEVER allowed to stay in the kitchen! This was totally unfair, and I let my mom know it. I whined and cried whenever she left the room to go see the other dog, and when she took me out for a pee session before going to sleep, I barked at the dog and told him he is out of here tomorrow.