October 30th 2006 5:35 am
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And now, let us bow our heads in a moment of silence for the beanie baby and Curious George toys that Blake once had. They are now dead.
A lot of last week, it rained here. The ground was muddy and yucky and cold! So when Blake and I discussed our pending play date on Saturday, he told me that his Mom decided to let us play inside for once. We have never done that before, and I was all confused.
So confused that the first thing I did when we were playing inside was run into Blake's crate. My Mom laughed at me.
Then I kept forgetting that we were playing inside. I would run over to the back door that we normally go out of. Blake's mom tried to remind me by putting a chair and a table in front of it. I never did quite get the picture.
The only thing left to do was play. We played tug and keep away. Blake even had a brand new, heavy duty tug rope. Yeah, not so much fun. What was more fun was the stuffed Curious George doll. He made great ripping sounds as Blake and I took our respective grips and pulled with all our might in opposite directions. Then, boom. Apart wel fell, each with a segment of George's body in our mouth. We soon discovered that there happened to be exposed stuffing in our respective body parts. Nex thing I knew, there was white stuff everywhere. The Moms laughed, and then cleaned it up.
Next came the beanie baby. Again, what fun we had playing tug with all the ripping sounds. It was like this exhilirating feeling as we pulled, knowing that the inevitable was going to happen. And of course, it did. Blake ended up with one leg and I got the rest. I was more interested in that leg, though. Like clockwork, we got all the rest of the stuffing out, and the Moms did some more cleaning up.
Something Mom warned me about happened after that. I have a big tongue, you see. And sometimes I like to dangle it out. It hangs almost down to my knees, I swear. Sometimes when I play tug, it hangs out the side of my mouth even though I am biting down on a toy. Well, on Saturday Blake became enthralled with it. He kept trying to nibble on it!!! I didn't know what to do, but from now on, I think I will try to do a better job keeping it my mouth.
Since Saturday, I can't help but feeling the guilt of killing two perfectly good men. So now, I bow my head and say a silent prayer to George and Beanie. They were good men, and will be missed.
Thank you. Thank you George and Beanie. You offered me at least 14 seconds each of ripping fun that I will never forget.
October 19th 2006 7:10 am
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Thats right, I am now the proud owner of a purple squirrel, courtesy of my first parents! I can't tell you how thrilled I am.
Purple is my favorite color, besides yellow, pink, blue, green and chartruse. Mom and Dad dress me in purple collars a lot, and they think I look great in them. Now, I have a squirrel to match my neck. I am so in fashion.
So, Mom came home and was so sneaky about not letting on that something was going to happen. We played a little soccer in the yard and I settled back in nicely to hanging with Mom in the house. Then, we went back outside and just as we were getting into another game of soccer, I heard a car. Who was here? I demanded to know.
Up walked my first parents, and boy was I excited. You have no idea. But I soon realized that one of them was carrying a bag. A bag with paw prints on it. That was mine, and I knew it.
My mission for the next few minutes was to get what was in that bag. They made me wait while they unwrapped my new squirrel, and I grabbed it like a crazy dog. But then I realized that there was more in the bag, so I kept coming back for more.
In the end, I got the squirrel, another matching football type thing, and a marrow bone filled with yummy liver flavored goo. And not to be outdone, a wonderful pumpkin cookie. That was just amazing, and everyone said my breath tasted like gingerbread afterwards.
I loved hanging with my first parents, and all of the compliments that they gave me. They even told me that they say goodnight to me before bed even though I am not with them. I think it is so great to be loved by so many people. I wouldn't expect any less, as I am the Queen of the Universe. I didn't get the title "Her Majesty" for nothing!
October 3rd 2006 8:19 am
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To my fans out there, sorry that it has taken me so long to give you an update on my life, and the world that revolves around me. Busy is a new favorite word in my vocabulary.
First and foremost, my weekly playdates with Blake have continued, and have been a blast. We truly are meant to be together forever. We just know how to play! Usually, Blake lets me pick on him for a few minutes, but then he has enough. When that happens, he barks like mad and chases me throughout the yard while I hurdle over the Moms who just laugh. Then, we go around and around...I antagonize, then I hurdle. It really is a fun game.
Sunday was something of an interesting day. My Mom and Dad gave me a lot of excercise in the morning. They said they wanted me to be tired because we had company coming over. Who was this person company? Or was it another dog? I was shaking with anticipation.
We were outside playing soccer when a car pulled up. Of course, I ran out to greet these strangers who were opening their car doors. I got so excited that I jumped in the front seat with the nice lady in the front. She just laughed, but Mom and Dad weren't too happy with me.
Then, I did something terrible. I started jumping, and I just couldn't stop! I know, I know, Mom has been working with me like crazy trying to break me of this habit, and I promise I had gotten better. But when I met these three new people, I forgot about all that, and attacked them with jumps and kisses.
Mom and Dad scolded me and put me in timeout, which was no fun, but I learned quick that I wasn't going to be able to continue the fun antics that had gotten me in trouble. So, I was good and stayed on the ground.
The new people that visited just loved me. I know they did. It turns out that they were my Dad's sister, mother, and brother-in-law. Thats awesome! I was a little confused, though. When my Mom tells me to leave my sister alone, I think of the angry four-legged feline with whiskers and paws that swipe my butt when I walk by. My Dad's sister was nothing of the sort. She was a human. I still haven't figured that one out yet.
Dad's sister brought me another deer antler, and a hoof! Wow. I didn't know what to do with this newfound discovery. All I know is I liked it.
After they played with me for a long time, they had to go home. I was so exhausted that I immediately climbed into Mom's lap and passed out.
This is another update I have to give all of you...if you don't sleep in your Mom's lap, you don't know what you are missing. I was always touchy/feely with Mom, and liked to sleep next to her or on her feet, but man! I discovered that if she is sitting on the couch, I can sneak right up to her and collapse like the 60 lb. lug that I am right onto her. She wraps her arms around me and snuggles me while I sleep.
This has now translated into different sleeping options at night in the bed. While I used to sleep at the foot of the bed on Mom's legs, now I have discovered the joys in sleeping right on her shoulder or head. She is not too happy, and says that she isn't getting any sleep at night, but I don't care. I am comfortable, so that is all that matters to me!
Alright folks, this is coming to an end. I have a hoof staring me in the face, and I am starting to slobber on the keyboard. Peace Out!
August 16th 2006 5:03 am
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Let me tell you all something: I have officially experienced the pincale of life.
Yesterday, Mom came home from work and hurried me into the car. What latest adventure she was taking me on was the question on my mind. I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined the fun I had in store.
We started driving, and I soon recognized the route. We were going to Blake's house. Wow. A mid week play date? Aren't those usually reserved for Saturday mornings? Mom sure was confused, but I didn't tell her what day it really was, as I had a hankering for Blake.
Sure enough, to Blake's we went. I ran into his yard with him, playing as usual. But then something weird happened, our Mom's stopped us and began putting our leashes on. I was all confused. We had just gotten there, and we still had a ton of energy. Maybe Mom had figured out that it wasn't Saturday morning afterall? Either way, I didn't like it.
We got into the car, but started driving (following that hot specimen of a Dog Blake) to some unknown location. After walking down a very steep hill (of which I pulled Mom down the whole way), we reached our destination. A big, open area in the middle of nowhere, with the Patuxent River at our feet. Moms took of our leashes, and boom! We were off. Running, diving, swimming, jumping, pooping...I did it all. The area was so big and secluded that we could just run and run.
We played fetch with a big, BIG stick. More like a log. Blake was so good at getting it. I would let him dive in for it, while I waited patiently on the shore. Then, when he would drag it out, I would grab on like I had some part in getting it. Mom was onto my tricks, though.
The other great part of the evening was string cheese! Blake's Mom was nice enough to bring one for me too, and any time I came back when called, or just hung around the Moms in general, I got a piece of it. MMMMMMMM, was it ever good.
Back up the hill we finally went, soaking and all. Mom let me pull this time on my leash, because I was pulling her up the hill. She said her legs were killing her.
I had so much fun off the leash and being in the water. I loved every minute of it. I hope Mommy gets confused about the day of the week again sometime soon!
July 25th 2006 7:34 am
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Whew, I have been busy. Ever since getting my stitches out, I restarted my plan to take over the world, one play date at a time!
So, Saturday morning equaled Blake. Not just Blake, but Blake with Frosty Paws. The grass was wet, and so Blake and I decided it better to play amongst where the Moms were sitting and drinking coffee. They didn't think it was very fun, as we kept running under their chairs and banging into the table. But we had a ball, so who cares?
In case all of you are wondering the meaning of true love, I will describe it to you; true love is when your friend is all black (like Blake is), and you have a pink tongue, and when your Mom looks in your mouth, your tongue is covered in black fur. She almost gags for you, but you swallow it. That is true love, and that is what I did for Blake. His mom said something about it looked like a small mammal. I didn't mind at all.
Then we had our Frosty Paws, stealing glances at one another. And then, sadly it was time to go.
Something very weird happened last night. For the last few days, I have been wearing a new collar and there are flags set up along the perimeter of our yard. I always am a little sad out there, because it is a nice big yard, but I can't run and play in it since I could run out and get hit by a car.
Well, every day, we walk around the flags, and my collar beeps. Then, last night...I got shocked! I didn't know what hit me, but all I know is I did not like it and do not want to go near the flags again.
Mom was worried sick (she made my Grand Dad shock me, she sat in the house covering her ears and rocking back and forth). That was until I got to play off the leash for the rest of the evening. What incredible fun I had! Mom threw the ball over and over again, and I galavanted around without a care in the world~ever mindful of the flags that are still up. I know now what they mean!
Mom was a little leary about this whole thing, but after I had so much fun playing and running last night, she knows she made the right decision. And, I was so tired that I snored all night.
July 21st 2006 5:08 am
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As many of you know, I got fixed last week. I never knew I was broken, but Mom said that if she didn't do it, a boy dog would make a woman out of me. And I am just too cute of a little girl to have that happen.
Aside from the first night, I have been back to normal. I am still running throughout the house full speed (getting swatted by the felines as I go past), and of course I am still gazelle jumping over furniture. But, mom said I still couldn't do anything too fun because I have my stitches in.
Today, that changes. I get to go to the Vet and have them removed. I can't wait! Now, I can swim, go to the dog park, take over the world, you name it! Mom says she can give me a bath, but I chose to not hear that.
To celebrate, we are going to Blake's house tomorrow! I haven't seen him in FOREVER and I miss his handsome self. I think I will do my booty shake for him and everything. Sigh, he is so dreamy...
July 11th 2006 5:00 am
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Today, I am getting fixed. I really don't know what that means, aside from the fact that I have to spend the entire day at the Vets office. I am not happy with my parents right now.
On top of that, there is some stupid rule about no food after 10 PM the night before. Don't they know about the routine!?!?! Every morning, Mom gets my food, and as she is poring it, I run full speed into my crate because I know its coming to me. Then, she feeds my cat sisters so they can eat in peace.
Well, today I didn't get fed! Those stinking cats watched me in my crate while they were licking their lips and chomping down their food. I was so jealous, and hungry! I didn't even get any treats to go into my crate with me. This is horrible.
You know what I am going to do? I am going to eat all the food in the world tonight when I get home. Thats right. I plan on getting my cat sisters back for their evil glances, and you know what? I am going to eat their food.
Mom doesn't take my threats very seriously. She says I'll be too groggy to do anything. Brace yourselves, ladies and gentleman, it may be a battle of the wills tonight at my house.
July 7th 2006 8:48 pm
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Sometimes it's fun to do things to make your Mom get embarrassed. Case in point: sometimes when I walk, I shake my booty. My Mom thinks its cute, and she sings me a certain song that is popular on the radio that repeats this line: "Booty, Booty, Booty, Booty, rockin everywhere".
Well, I have become accustomed to the flow of things. Shake my booty, hear the song. And so on.
So today, I was out walking with Mom, and I saw a nice elderly neighbor outside raking her leaves. Mom didn't see her (he he). So, I started the booty shake, and Mom, like clockwork, started the song. Boy, did she get embarressed at the fact that she was walking down the street singing this song and the neighbor heard! Mom turned beet red, apologized and will never show her face to this lady again.
Ha, its fun to mess with Mom.
July 3rd 2006 5:57 pm
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So my Mom took some new pictures of me (I am such a ham). One of them has she and I together! She thinks we look alike...what do y'all think?
June 16th 2006 5:12 am
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Last night, I was in for a treat. I didn't even know it! My mom came home from work like any other day and took me on a long walk. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Then, she made a phone call and some guy showed up with pizza. I really wanted to get out and show him my love, but mom made me stay inside. She is so mean.
Well, a few minutes later, another car pulled up. I was so happy, because I thought the pizza guy had come back to pet me, but then I heard two car doors slam. Did he bring a friend?
In came...my first parents! I haven't seen them in months. I was really excited to not only have visitors, but ones that came over just to see me. They brought flowers for my mommy, and a new toy for me! It was a yellow "egg" like thing with feet on it that squeeked. Well, it squeeked for a minute or so. I put a stop to that. Then of course, I pulled its feet off. I can't have my toys running away from me.
They stayed and had pizza with mom while I got told how pretty I was, how much I had grown, and how happy I looked. Well, duh! I had a new toy!
After dinner, they all went into the living room and watched a DVD that my first parents made my mom. It was video clips of me as a puppy that they edited and set to music. It was the coolest thing ever. They all kept smiling and saying "Look at little Luna!". I was more interested in my bully stick by that point, but I guess they thought I was cute or something.
Finally, it was time for them to say goodbye, and I gave them some kisses and jumps to see them home.
Alas, life back to normal. Dad came home, and mom and he watched the DVD again a few more times. I was sick of myself already. I was like "C'mon, can't we watch animal planet or something?" Jeesh.
It was a really nice suprise to see my first parents. I know that they loved me, but thankfully I settled back into my new life after they left. I didn't have any negative reactions whatsoever. My mom was really happy that I was on my best behavior.
Now if only she would put those pretty flowers in a lower spot. They were for me anyway, right?
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