With Age Comes Wisdom...I Think

Tag and Seek

I have been Tagged by Pandora the Husky!

Here are the rules of the game. Make a diary entry, giving 5 pawsome facts about yourself. Choose 5 pals to tag and list them last. Post the rules of the
game. Send your pals a pawmail or rosette telling them they have been tagged to play the game.

Here are my 5 facts:

1. Mommy and Daddy bought me home when I was just 8 weeks old. It was Memorial Day weekend and Mommy had just returned from a business trip to Long Island. No rest for the weary once I arrived!

2. I don't play with toys or my dog brother and sisters.

3. I am the only doggie that isn't crated when Mom and Dad leave the house. I am soooo goood.

4. I like to scratch my back on the underside of the forsythia bush in my backyard. Ahhhhhh.

5. I bark.... when I want dinner, when my water bowl is empty, when I am afraid to go up the steps, when Winry's crate door is open and blocking my comfy bed, when Fozzie is laying in the foyer and blocking the entrance to the laundry room, when my cube is stuck under a chair.... I am ELKHOUND, I like to use my voice!!!

Hmmmm....now to decide who to tag.... do I even know 5 doggies that will respond? Let me sleep on it....

Pierced Ear

Okay, I'm a coward and I admit it... but that doesn't make it right when my brother Fozzie picks on me... or even worse pierces my ear! Fozzie tried to boss me the other day and I didn't retreat fast enough and he caught me in my left ear. His fang went through (not so much that you could see through it BOL) but still Mommy had to take me to the Vet and get medicine for me.

I'm not a pirate, I don't want a gold hoop! And I don't want a diamond stud either!

All I want for Christmas is....

1) For Fozzie to leave on a LONG away mission

2) More kitties for me to bark at in the neighborhood

3) A never-ending supply of kibble for my cube

4) A white Christmas (I LOVE cold and snow)

Goals for the New Year

I have three goals for the New Year:

1) To be less intimidated by Capt. Fozzie Bear. This one is going to be hard. Whenever he barks or growls at me I get so nervous... even if it is a harmless grunt that he makes that doesn't concern me! I end up hiding in the closet, or worse... Fozzie decides that I'm being too cowardly and picks on me, even if that was never his primary objective. So, I have to find a little bit of courage somewhere.

2) To make friends with the new neighbors that moved in behind us. Maybe they will scratch my back when I lean on the fence like the other nice neighbor does?

3) To bark less. (Yeah, right.... this has been on my list since 1998!!).