I'm a what?????????????

So, mom decides that in honor of my 5th birthday she wants to do the MMI Genomics Canine Heritage Breed Test and sends off my doggie DNA to the lab. For the last three years we've suspected I was a German Shepherd/Welsh Corgi mix. I mean I herd like you can't believe and I'm always ALWAYS underfoot! It just makes sense...plus look at me. Have you ever seen ears like this on anything BUT a Shepherd or a Corgi?

So, more than anything else, mom says I'm a purebred Brown Dog but today she found out something that made all of us go...WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAT?

My primary breed is unknown meaning my parents were not purebred ANYTHING. Well, no duh! I was after all found wandering the streets as a puppy so what does that tell you?

Anyway, the 38 categories included, and currently available, do not include any Corgis so hopefully they'll eventually be able to identify my primary breed. But for now, it's a DNA fact that I am, at least:

Chinese Shar-Pei
Chow Chow
Mastiff

Yeah, I know. Pick yourself up off the floor and join me in wondering "what in the world were my parents thinking? And their parents? And their parents?"

Yikes! I am the quintessential purebred Brown Dog, ain't I?

Dearest Pups and Pals

Stubby here.

Well pups, it's been a long few weeks since my brother, Baby Porkchop, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. This is a very different home without him and we all are still struggling with his passing. Mom and Belle are taking it the hardest and are carrying each other through this very sad time. Maggie and I try to help but all my kisses don't seem to make mommy's tears stop. I wish they would.

Anyway, mom has said that with the holiday weekend coming up she is planning to rejoin the living and get all caught up on Dogster. :) That makes me a happy pup! She has been so remiss at thanking all of you for your love, prayers and support over the past many weeks and this weekend she wants to 'give thanks' for all of you.

I can't wait to bark at all my pals again very soon!!! I've missed you all so much and I believe that mom will feel better once she reaches out to this amazing extended family we have on Dogster! We love you all and we'll bark at you soon!

Stubby out.

Bringing Baby Home

As most of you know, we lost my bunny brother Baby Porkchop exactly one week ago. It's been a very hard week and we're trying really hard to help each other through it. Belle's very sad as she keeps looking for Baby and has started to cuddle up with the stuffed dog mom gave her. (He looks like Baby.) Mom has been trying to put all her energy into Belle and I think it's helping Belle a lot. It's tough for mom though as she's spending so much time taking care of us that she's not able to grieve herself for Baby...and I think mom misses Baby more than anyone. They really loved each other!!!!

Today we're going to pick up his ashes and bring him home finally. Mom ordered a beautiful maple wood urn with three little bunny figurines on top for Baby. She had it engraved with the following:

My Beloved Baby
Such a very special soul
Forever in my heart
Happy Funny Kissy Bunny

You see, Baby was a kisser! He loved to just sit and give kisses to mom! He kissed her all the time!! In fact, the very last thing Baby did to mom was give her kisses. He was one in a million. We miss him so much!!!

We love you Baby!!!!!!!! We will love you for a million lifetimes!!!!!

My baby bunny brother needs lots of love and prayers!

It's been a ruff weekend!! My bunny brother, Baby Porkchop, seemed to not feel well on Saturday so mommy took him to the vet. They were there for four hours getting Baby treatment for an intestinal blockage. (Yes, it's the same thing that Belle had two weeks ago. Those bad bunnies must have gotten into something that mom wasn't aware of. Ooooh, I'm gonna spank them!) Anyway, mom and Baby came home on Saturday and Baby just rested all night. Mom slept on the floor with him and just stayed by his side because he was obviously not happy nor comfortable even though they gave him pain meds and stuff to clear the blockage.

Well after a long, long night, mom decided Sunday morning that Baby wasn't any better. In fact, he was actually getting worse so she rushed him back to the vet. The vet decided that she was going to keep Baby at the hospital for a couple of days and keep him on an I.V. and try to administer fluids, food and anything else that might help him pass the blockage. They did x-rays and don't even know where the blockage is. It seems his tummy is full of food, or hair, and the initial treatment should have made all of that pass...but it didn't.

Anyway, mom left the vet crying because she doesn't know what to do to help Baby. What's worse is that he can't even be with us so we can take care of him. Mom is just a mess and can't stop crying. She called the vet a bunch of times yesterday and Baby is still not eating (they're force feeding him Critical Care - 12ccs at a time, I think), they've still got him on the I.V. and there is no improvement. Mom cried most of the night and tried to keep Belle company because she misses Baby too! Baby and Belle love each other terribly and mom is so worried about the impact this is having on her too!

Well, if anybody reads this and wants to join our little prayer circle, please just click here and post in the forum. Thanks everypup!!! Please keep Baby in your thoughts and envision him in a healing white light...okay?

Love furever,
Stubby

Very special rosettes from Daisy (2004-2007)

Maggie and I have been given the wonderful opportunity to bless 40 pups with 40 very, very special rosettes! :) In honor and loving memory of our beloved friend Daisy, we are sharing these 40 love-filled rosettes with 40 very special pooches. (Only picking 40 was REALLY, REALLY hard though as ALL pups on Dogster are special!) What makes these rosettes so unique is that they are actually from Daisy and her family, traveling through me and Mags and directly to you pups. The beauty part...Daisy is alive and well in our thoughts and actions and her spirit is working through all of us. Daisy's a pup of love and we're honored to honor her in this special way!! :)

So thank you to Daisy's family!! We hope we've done your baby girl proud!

And thank you to all the pups on Dogster who have given their hearts, their tears and their shoulders to families like Daisy's who are struggling through a devastating time!

And to all the pups who received rosettes...think of Daisy every time you see that rainbow. :)

Love furever,
Scout and Magnolia

A New Nickname

OMD...I got in sooooooooo much trouble last night. I did something I've never done before and now I'm paying the price...and a have a new nickname to boot. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Here's what happened:

Mommy was on the compoooter playing with MY pals on Dogster and I was thirsty so rather than waddle my butt over to the five (yes, I have five - two inside, three outside if you include the pool) water bowls, I walked into the guest bathroom and *gulp* *heavy sigh* took a drink right out of the big bowl in there. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Yes, I did it. I drank out of the toilet last night. I'm so humiliated! All I remember was being thirsty and wandering in there to quench that thirst. The next thing I know mommy is yelling at me and all I can really recall was that nasty word, "NO!" repeated over and over and over and over and over again. And then it happened...something mommy NEVER says to me..."Bad Dog!" Arrrrrrrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! It was horrible and went just like this...

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BAD DOG!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! BAD DOG!!!!!!!!!!!"

To make matters worse, I couldn't even give her a kiss afterwards to make up for it! She kept saying, "Ewwwwwwwwww...that's gross! Stay away from me!" :(

Then it happened. This morning I have a new nickname. Wanna know what it is?

Potty Mouth.

Stubby sad and out.

Holy cow...I've been tagged! Woo-woo!

What a pawesome surprise! My wonderful pals Samantha, Haze, Frodo, Maggie and Zoe have all tagged me with rosettes and pawmails!

Here are my 7 fun facts:

1. I'm not the quickest hamster on the wheel, if you know what I mean.

2. One of my favorite things is when my mommy sings to me and dances. It's always something like Michael Buble or Bob Marley or Frank Sinatra kinds of stuff. She's fun and she makes me happy!

3. I'm a total momma's boy and I follow my mommy everywhere she goes. I'm so loyal because my mommy loves me and takes the best care of me.

4. I'm psycho-crazed when it comes to mornings and our routine of going to Starbucks. I know when mommy's ready to go because I hear her take the lid off of her lippy stuff (it goes 'pop') and that's when I know when it's time to spaz out and SPRINT to the garage! You could truly set your watch to it. :)

5. When I'm in trouble, I immediately try to paw my way into forgiveness. I literally paw my mommy until she relents and says, "Oh Stubby, how I can be upset with you?" It's pawesome and works every single time.

6. I'm the best begger on the face of the earth! I literally get within a few inches of mommy's plate and usually get away with a lick or a small sample. :)-

7. I'm the BEST jumper in the world and even with my stubby little legs I can jump straight up like a bunny. Sometimes even more than a foot! I'm super cool.

The 7 pups I'm tagging are:

Inky
Princess Ginger
Seth
Pete (my mini me)
Brewster
April
Nellie

Let's have some fun! Here are the rules of the game!

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

Ready...set...woof!

Prayers for Inky (Dogster #170497)

My very special Inky isn't feeling well these days, so I would like to ask all of the Dogsters who stop by my page and read this diary entry to please pay her a visit and send her some good thoughts, well wishes and prayers. She is a wonderful pooch and she has the bestest pawrents in the world (next to mine of course). :) They're doing everything in their power to help Inky feel better and I want to rally the pups and help support them and Inky's healing.

So please...stop by and meet Inky (Dogster #170497)...it would mean so much to me and my sister, Magnolia, if you would. Inky is the best and I love her dearly!!

Thanks pooches!

Stubby out

Holy cow...I found my mini me!!

Whoda thunk it?! Here I am thinking I'm the only purebred Brown Dog on the face of the earth because, let's be honest, my 'gene combo' is pretty interesting to say the least. And guess what? I found my Mini Me! His name is Petey and he's suuuuuuuuuuper cute and he lives in Australia. Check him out at 448200 and tell me what you think. An exact replica of me? Well, mommy and daddy think so and they think he's a pawfully cute pooch!!

Well, back outside for our afternoon swimfest on this beautiful Easter Sunday!

Stubby out.

Just a dog...

From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog” gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.

"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person.

Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog", but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man or woman." So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog", just smile – because they "just don't understand."

-- Author Unknown