December 26th 2012 10:10 am
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Not much goin on round my place. Well, it's snowin and real foggy so I can't See much goin on.
I sure hope all you pals had a very merry Christmas. I hope you got lots of toys and treats and a lot of Christmas dinner.
I didn't. Well, from my family. They kept remindin me of my spot removal and the Cone they had to pay for. And the whole house started smellin real good. Ham. Do you know much that smells like bacon? And the smell is still 'round today. It's enough to make a pup crazy! Course, we can't have any ham, on account a because we'd get pantiesrtightus (pancreatitis). Ok, yes, I did get sum sweet potatoes. A tiny bite.
Oh well. But thank you pals who did send me some yummy cookies and fun toys. I love to get packages and the mailman didn't fail me this year, thanks to sum of you pals.
'Scuse me. There are sum peepoles over there in the field. They are goose huntin. They are rearrangin their decoys and stretchin their legs. Gotta bark at that.
Oh, I think they are packin up the decoys for the day. I'm gonna head outside to bark at them.
Ok, I'm back.
I got to go out to the garage yeserday with Daddy. Got to snatch sum cat food. Then he told me to stop and leave it. I stopped. But I was close enuf to lean my lil body and grab sum more cat food. I didn't move my feet. I just leaned, kinda in slow motion.
That cat food sure is good.
Not much else happenin round here. Oh yeah, I have a diary pick today. That's cool.
I hope you have a good barkin day.
December 21st 2012 12:20 pm
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Sumbody named Annie Ver Sarie is gonna be here tomorrow. Daddy and Mommy have been invitin her around for the past 25 years, or so they say.
And they are gonna take her with them to a movie. My family is So weird. They wanna go see sum lil hobbit guy and sum dwarfes go on an adventure.
Maybe they will take Annie out to eat too. And maybe Annie is nice and will bring me back a doggie bag filled with goodies!
A lil dog can dream.
December 18th 2012 5:20 pm
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Life is good. Cone-free. Granny-free. A Diary Pick for Me! Thanks for all the rosettes some of you sent to my page!
And I am back and barkin, lemme tell ya. Yep, back on My Love-Seat-Look-Out barkin at anything and everything!
The brown truck dood was here when Mommy wasn't. Great barkin from inside the house.
Then later a different kinda big truck backed in and stole Sissor's lil white Kia Sportage away. The one that got it's back in kinda squished by the old guy textin.
We were in the yard barkin at the truck driver guy to leave it alone but Mommy didn't even try to stop the guy. Hard to believe that she would be all friendly while we was bein robbed.
Anywhos, we've had a busy day. I am gonna take a well-deserved snooze before it's time for bed.
December 17th 2012 8:04 am
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I am still cone-free! I got to sleep without the durn thing. I can still sneak in a few licks but then I just switch over to my paws.
It's real good when the Granny sees me lickin. She either says: a. nuthin or b. you shouldn't be lickin.
She doesn't get on me like Mommy and Daddy do. So I can lick away to my hearts content.
But soon, My place will be a granny-free zone. Daddy is takin her to sum salty lake to fly away to another son's place in Ball-tee-more or sumplace. They will be leavin this afternoon 'cause a snow storm is 'spossed to happen.
Mommy is prayin her flight will be able to leave on time and Daddy can get home tomorrow.
Then we can all run 'round the house nekkid. Ok, jus kiddin. But we will be glad to have our place back the way it was before she came to stay. And stay. And stay.
December 16th 2012 4:46 pm
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I am so sad. Kiddin!
Mommy took off my cone this affernoon. She put Drover's green stripy t-shirt on me. You know, my hipster t-shirt.
She put sum anti-itchy stuff on and then sprayed my leggie spot with bitter apple junk.
I gotta lick sumfin! So I licked my back paw, not the removed spot on my leg.
Then I kinda licked my front paws.
But the peepoles kept tellin me to "leave it" and when I did they told me I was a "good girl".
So, for now anyways, I am cone free.
December 14th 2012 11:14 am
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Ok, so I went to the vet. Dr. Tony took out my stitches. I was a good girl and didn't lick on the way to the vet or while I was at the vet.
He told Mommy to keep the cone on me for a couple more days.
Got home, licked my removed spot spot while I was in the yard.
Got the cone put back on. Mommy put sum kinda cream stuff on the spots.
But that's ok. I Like my cone. Really.
I can wear my cone and lay on a dog bed and face the wall.
So's I can't hear the peepoles laughing at me.
And when I bark, it's good an' loud. Like a amp-lee-fi-er.
And it takes talent to get a drink with the cone on. I've learned to back away with my head down so's I don't spill any water from the dish. Mommy sumtimes makes the back-up beepin sound like big trucks and equipment does.
So there. I want to leave the cone on. Furever. It's a part of who I am.
And I am Sooo happy for Tux bein the Dog of the Day. Yippee.
December 13th 2012 5:23 am
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Pups, I can't shake this durn cone! It is on Alla Time.
At least Mommy kinda folds it back when I eat my few bites of breakfast food. Then when she doles out cookies, she holds the cone so's I can find the cookie in her hand.
So since I can't lick any of my furry body parts, I have taken to lickin the inside of the cone. You know, cookie crums, stuff outta my grrl beard, whatever I can find in there.
Last night, I was standin there, lookin pitiful, at Mommy in bed. Had my conehead right in her face. Hopin she would take off the stinkin cone.
She told me I stunk.
I can't help it. Take off the stinkin cone so's I can get a breath of fresh air once in awhile. My beard needs to air out.
Misty and Her pack of minions sent Me a Christmas card. Inside it was a Bacon Air Freshener.
Mommy told Daddy she should hang it in my cone. Can you imagine smellin Bacon and not bein able to eat it? That would be pure torture.
This whole deal is gonna get Mommy on Santa's naughty list.
December 11th 2012 6:29 am
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That's the way it is.
I had a Diary Pick on Sunday. Not yeserday. And I got a Diary Pick today.
Thanks Pals for the rosettes, messages and Forrest and crew for cool piccies. Well, Redford made the piccie for me on Sunday. Bol!
And the cone. It was on. Then we tried the skinny jeans and hipster t-shirt (Bol!, thanks Misty, fashion queen). Rubbed off the pants. Pants got pinned on. Pants got baggier and baggier til the t-shirt neck was pulled nearly to my waist. Pants and t-shirt came off.
Cone is back on for good now. *sigh*
Gotta go to the vet in a couple of days or sumfin to have the stitches taken out. Wonder if the cone can come off then. I may still have to lick my removed spot places. But I think the cone can be gone then. I won't be able to lick open the cut places.
Cone-B-Gone for good! Hope, hope, hope!
December 8th 2012 6:53 am
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Well, the cutsie lil t-shirt and pantses were short lived. I managed to rub the pants off so Daddy pinned them on me. But for the night time, I slept with the cone. And I haveta have the cone today so's the Granny don't have to get the pantses off and on me when I potty.
Mommy and Daddy are leavin us here with the Granny for a few hours or sumfin. They are helpin Sissor shop for a new (for her) vehicle. Ya see, the Wednesday night right afore Thanksgiving, she was headin home.
She got rear-ended by some 91 year old guy drivin a big tank of a car. Probly he was textin too. Anywho, his insurance is "toadalin" her lil SUV and she needs a car to drive to Boise next weekend for the openin night of The Hobbit movie.
Yeah, she's weird. At least she admits it.
So I am stuck bein a conehead, at least until Mommy and Daddy get back home.
Get the first car you see Sissor, don't dawdle.
December 7th 2012 3:09 pm
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For now, the cone is off.
Now I am dressed in an old t-shirt of Drover's from when he had a bunch of warts removed. And I am sportin a pair of baby pants with a hole cut out for my tail.
I look like a boy.
And the peepoles are laughin at me. The hole for my tail is big enough for if I go poopy. If I need to tinkle, the pants will have to come off.
And on top of it all, I had to go out in Public with the cone. I got groomed/tortured today.
Will the madness never end?