When I was little....

I love my rawhide chews.

When Mommy adopted me, the foster mom gave her some small chew sticks. Mommy laughed and thought, "yeah, that'll take him about 3 minutes to chew" but she was wrong! I was just a little fellow, and it took me a couple of days to finish it... but I loved it! I was only 3 months old then.

Well, now I'm 3 years old, and it takes me 3 minutes to finish the same size chew! Maybe Mommy was predicting the future!?

Now we get these neat things from a place called Costco. They are not quite rawhide, but more like tendons bathed in an awesome juice. It takes all of us a lot longer to chew them, but jeepers do they clean our teeth!

Well, got work to do, chew, chew, chew!

Itchy Bug

Well, today I have been very itchy! Must be bordom! Mommy is still getting over her tonsillectomy, and all we can do is walk about the back yard.

Bernadette is going psycho, grabbing her ducks and running like a wild thing.... but I can keep up. Even if Daddy says I am a chunky bug.

Maybe tomorrow we can have some fun at the Highschool. Sammy says we can go!

Bark atcha later!

Buggy

Nappy time on Sunday evenings

Hi, everyone!

Well, as usual, Big Brother Sammy gets all the attention, and I just sit back and wait for my turn.

Sammy got to go swimming in Grammy's pool, with a cool orange life vest on! But he pulled some muscles in his leg, and Daddy is REALLY worried... but Mommy says it is just that he used muscles he hasn't used in months!

So, we are restying, and enjoying the cool airconditioner with blankets... just so we feel snuggly.

Oh, Bernie got put in the pool too, but they know better than to do that to me!

It would really "bug" me! *ggrrrrrhh!*

Buggy Boy

Hi, all!
Mommy wants to write about me, so I am letting her....


Dear gentle fur-faces, I want you to know about my Mickey.
Well, Mickey is a wonderful little fellow that my heart needed when I was mourning the loss of our first born fur-son, Grizzly. He was almost 16 years old, and had a bad heart.

So, I got this cute little fellow that LOVED Sammy, and Sammy loved him back! But he was afraid of humans (we were told he was born to a feral mom at Stanislaus Animal Shelter and the momma was euthanized, but the pups were rescued, fostered, and all but Mickey were adopted).

I was beside myself because here I have this pup, but I can't touch him, or hold him. I called the foster mom, and she said if I didn't want him to bring him back. WHAT??? No way!

For months, the only way I could get him to come to me was to step on his leash, and make him come... We went to obedience school, and he did very well, but was still afraid of all the humans (loved the dogs).

Well, today he is just over 3 years old, and still is shy if a stranger looks him in the eye, but he will come up if you aren't looking and sniff your hand.

But he is my baby, and comes to me and will crawl into my arms now. You gotta love that!