Mom likes that song by someone named Tina Turner. Says that's the kind of old lady she wishes she was! I like Mom just the way she is......but that's not why I'm here.
I noticed my last entry was one year ago and I was then 63 pounds........now I am 68. I keep asking if things make my butt look too big, but no one responds and Mom just gives me a strange look and says she wished she weighed double that! I don't know what that means, but Mom thinks it's the peanut butter treats and lack of exercise.........and she keeps repeating if your dog is too heavy, then you both need more exerc ise. But this snow continues and Mom has to put on her snowshoes just to walk us around the property and well, we're all kinda over the bad weather.
But that's not why I'mhere, either. I'm here to tell ya all what love has to do with it. Read on:
I've made a new friend via the internet - isn't it wonderful for virtual friendships? Not a substitute for the real butt to sniff, but still.....her name is Eve and she's around five or six years old and blind. She's
a big girl - a white Samoyed - who was found on Christmas Eve - hence her name - and taken to the local shelter. She was fostered by a wonderful family and adopted this week by another wonderful family who lost their beloved dog in early January of this year.
She's learning her way around her new house and, from what I hear and Mom reads, having a great time. It's so wonderful that loving, compassionate people saw her for what she really is and weren't turned off by her handicap; indeed, I doubt Eve thinks she's handicapped at all.
A big thank you to her foster people andher new family for giving Eve a great new home. I gotta go cause some mischief now, but did you get the point of what LOVE has to do with it??? See ya! Zoe Noel
Oh, dear, I don't now how to take it. I was weighed yesterday at the vet's and I TIP ? the scales at 63 big ones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Mom says I'm a Big Beautiful Woman now and not her Little Girl anymore. I don't think I like that. Vet says I'm not overstuffed - just right for my breed mix. But I wanna be my mom's Little Girl. I'm gonna ask her to keep calling me that anyway.
Mom said she had no idea I weighed that; Dad said he did ' cause I jump onto his lap a lot more than hers. Well, should I join Weight Watchers for Canines?
Should I spurn all the treats I'm offered - not that many! Should I take the high road and refuse any goodies?
Heck, no! My main pleasure in life is FOOD. So I guess it's up to Mom to ration things to keep me from gaining.
What a great day. Mom took me for a walk downtown and then to the river near the play hole for the kayakers. I fell in. That's the second time I've done that and I don't know why. Anyway, we meandered on the path and when we passed under the bridge, I met a German SHepherd Dog named Sarge. I asked if I should salute. He laughed and said, "Nah. I'm not a real sarge, just a pretend one. My trainer named me that 'cause I was raised and trained in a prison."
Hmmm, I though, I should mind my manners since Sarge is "trained." But, hey, what the heck? I acted in my usual topsy- turvy fashion, running up and down the rocks, running in and out of the shallow water by the edge and letting Sarge chase me. He kinda liked the water part, but not the rocks. That's okay; I enjoyed the time running around with him so much. I hope I meet up with him there again someday.
I heard Mom say she was going to take turns, as in take Jesse the next time, then Dusty, before she gets to me. Geez, by then they'll be ice on the river. Why can't I go EVERY day and she can just leave the BOYS at home? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Mom says I can act like a DIVA sometimes, like it's all about me. Isn't it????
Dogster Obsessions: The Starter Kit for Dogs by Wildebeest
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