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What about meeeee?!?!

December 2nd 2010 4:52 pm
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Mother is on strike. She is being all bah-humbuggy and refusing to decorate for the holidays. The gravity of this situation didn't sink in until yesterday, the first night of Hanukkah.

You see, in this household, we celebrate Hanukkah (for me) and Christmas (for the others). Mother has always allowed me to celebrate Hanukkah as I want. Usually this entails me wearing my blue and white fluffy collar and demanding gifts each night after I sing about the dreidel and light a candle on my menorrah.

This year, since she is all boo-hooy, no Hanukkah collar for me. No token menorrah. No dreidel songs.

I pulled her aside and told her in no uncertain terms that I was willing to let this go, but I fully expect to see my holiday stocking hanging from the mantle, and sufficiently filled with goodies for yours truly.

Mother told me that she is doubtful there would be stockings this year.

I. Was. Shocked!

I'm fine with her being all blah when it doesn't affect me, but when her general crankiness results in me not having my stocking stuffed... well, that is an entirely different story.

This has got to stop. It won't be pretty.

 

Good gravy!!

December 1st 2010 9:24 am
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Do you pups have as much trouble with your transcriptionizer as I? I have had tons and tons of fascinating, absolutely fascinating things happen to me. But, since Ms. Boo-hoo-I'm-busy-I'm-tired-I-have-to-work wouldn't transcribe my detailed notes, most of the awesomeness will never be read. It's a tragedy, really. Kinda like losing some of Shakespear's work. Really. So, seeing as though my transcribinator has allowed me mere minutes to help me, I am forced to use bullet points to realy my stories.

* We had company! Cousin Angel was here, then she left, then she came back. Poor thing never did figure out the doggie door. Mother took it in stride, saying, "it's certainly not the first time, and probably won't be the last time a dog has pee'd in my house." Cousin Angel and Uncle Eric left last Monday.

* Grammy was here. For. A. Long. Time. One time (yes, just once), Mother asked her to tag along on a walk with us pups. Grammy insisted on making me listen to her rules...well, she tried. For some reason, Grammy felt it was important for me to "sit" at random intervals during our walk. We'd be walking along, and suddenly I'd hear, "Izzy. Sit." I'd look at Mother with a very quizzical look. Mother shook her head. Again, "Izzy! Sit!" I would remain standing, looking at Mother for some sort of explanation. Mother tried to explain to Grammy that she never requires us to sit during our walks (???) and that the walkie time is really our pups time to sniff, roam and get some of our energy out. And also, after 6 years (I came to my furever home when I was 1), it's really quite unnecessary to start changing our walk routine. Grammy sighed. Mother flipped her the imaginary bird, and the walk continued, with Grammy complaining about the distance the enitre 1-mile walk.

* I convinced Uncle Eric that he is one of my minions. As soon as he walked in to pick up Cousin Angel, I immediately ran to him and said RUB MY BELLY! RUB MY BELLY! As soon as he sat on the couch, I jumped up and flopped over to allow him easy access to my belly, for optimal rubbing. He did it, obviously. Cuz he's my minion.

That's all for now. Happy Wednesday Pals!!

Oh. Oh! One more thing... We got our holiday card fro CocoRose and Puff!!! It arrived yesterday and it's all SPARKLY!!!!!

Thanks, Pals!!!

 

Hurry, hurry!!

November 16th 2010 6:27 pm
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There *may* still be time to vote!!!

My great Feist pal, Cocoa is asking for opinions on the latest Christmas Card featuring her and her furamily. Check it out here:
http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1024006

Sorry, Mother can't seem to link today, apparently.

Go! Comment! And make sure to tell Cocoa how purty she is!!

 

My minions.

October 28th 2010 2:57 pm
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I had lots and lots of minions around me last week. Uncle Eric fell for my charms, and wound up rubbing my belly and scritching my ears all weekend. A few times he tried to stop, but I pawed at him until he realized that *I* am the one who decides when the scritching and belly rubs will end. Cousin Angel also fell for my charms (again). We had a full house all weekend, and most of the time the attention was aimed at me!

Just as it should be.

Sadly, Maxwell and The Man left Sunday night. Uncle Eric and Cousin Angel left Monday morning.

My life is back to B-O-R-I-N-G.

Maxwell is coming back tonight and will be with us for the next week (The Man is running the Marine Corp Marathon and then visiting the Furless Ones). So, that will be some sort of entertainment. Unfortunately, I have yet to be able to train Maxwell to rub my belly at my whims, so it won't be the same.

Cousin Angel will also be back in a few weeks. Uncle Eric will not be staying with us. So again, no belly rubbers at my beck and call.

This is wrong...

 

I survived!

October 25th 2010 3:13 pm
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Dearest friends, I would like to thank you for all your kind words and advice, regarding my recent houseguest!! You will all be happy to know that Cousin Angel and I managed to survive the weekend with only minimal teeth baring (my bad).

Cousin Angel and Uncle Eric arrived, I spazzed out. Chilled in my time out and then relaxed after I received a bully stick.

Actually, after Uncle Eric handed me my bully stick, I was too busy om-nom-noming on it to be bothered to growl at Cousin Angel. Once I had finished the bully stick I was way too zen to bother getting all cranky again, so I just let the zen continue through the weekend.

Mother reminded me that Cousin Angel will be staying with us for a few weeks in November and that it would be "great if you could remember you don't hate Angel".

I promise nothing.

 

I will not be silenced!!!

October 23rd 2010 6:48 am
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Mother was driving home from work yesterday, considering making a stop at the local drugstore. Why, you may ask...? Because she was contemplating purchasing some Benadryl for yours truly. No. Not because of allergies. Because she wanted to silence me!!!

Yes!

You see, Cousin Angel is visiting this weekend. I have met her before on 3 or 4 occasions. I ALWAYS end up becoming Charming Izzy...eventually. But, at first, I ALWAYS feel the need to go uber-bitchy on Cousin Angel. Mother is always surprised at just how ferocious I can be. I don't know why she is so surprised, I mean, I am a force to be reckoned with!!!

Anywag, she ended up nixing the Benadryl idea, as she remembered how a few of our pals actually had the opposite reaction (read: they went bonkers!) when they took some.

So, when Uncle Eric and Cousin Angel showed up a few hours later...well, it was interesting.

Mother tried holding me to get me to calm down. Didn't work. I was growling and barking and squirming my tushie off! Shortly thereafter, I got put in a time out.

I'll give that a moment to sink in...............

Yeah. I was PUT IN A TIME OUT!!!!

Apparently all of my 'tude was causing Maxwell to go all weird and stuff. I guess Maxwell wanted to be all friendly and nice to Cousin Angel, but (obviously) he takes his direction from me, so was waffling between wanting to sniff her butt and then growl.

While I was in my time out, thinking about what I had done... I chillaxed a bit. Maxwell and Angel realized they had met before and there was no need to be so shy. Once I was quiet, Mother let me out, but put my leash on me (she wanted to be able to "control me" - *snicker*).

Uncle Eric gave me a treat. I relaxed. All is well. Charming Izzy is back.

That's how I roll.

Oh! One more thing... thanks (AGAIN!!) to my pup pals for the rosettes and paw mails congratulating me on being a Diary Pick of the Day - AGAIN!

A special thanks to Hershey ;)

 

Awards and stuff!

October 21st 2010 12:02 pm
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Thanks to all my pup pals for helping to make me feel extra special on this day! I am A Diary Pick of the Day!! Woo-hoo! Now, I suspect Mother has top secret surprise in terms of ANOTHER honor for yours truly. Wanna know why??
Cuz everytime I do something "bad", Mother yells, "Nobel!" As in Nobel Prize, for sure!!!
I paw at her when she is eating: "No Bell!"
I stick my cold nose real close to her when she is trying to sleep: "No Bell!"
Nobel!
No Bell!!
Nobel!
No Bell!!

It's the same thing, is it not?

I wonder if I will be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature?
Science? PEACE?!?!

The possibilities are endless, really. I mean, I'm pretty awesome in all of those categories!

I wonder, though, if there is a Stopbell Prize, as sometimes Mother hints at that too. And also a Knockitoffbell Prize...

Either way, my bags are packed! I think with my naturally Blonde fur, I will easily blend in with the natives in Oslo, when my Nobel Prize is awarded!

Yeah!

 

Streetwalker

October 15th 2010 3:37 pm
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Mother got into the habit of walking us pups in the street. You see, awhile back, when the trainer came to show Mother how to walk us properly and be pack leader (*snicker*)the trainer told her to try walking us in the street in order to give her more room to have us walk us by her side.

Well, lemme tell ya pups, I am not a streetwalker! Everytime we venture onto the street, I pull and pull and pull until we go back to the sidewalk.

It is beneath me to walk on the street. It gives off the wrong impression.

I am not a streetwalker!!!

 

Boating with the family

October 12th 2010 9:10 am
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Well pups, after an entire summer of asking and asking and asking, The Man finally rented a boat and took us pups out on the water. Neither Maxwell nor I had ever been on a boat before. It took us a few minutes to get our sea legs, but once we did... look out!
Eventually, we found a small, deserted island (very television-like, no?) so the peeps let us off the boat so we could run, run, run on the beach. It took some cajones on my part to jump from the boat to the beach, but I did it pups! After the first jump, I was in doggie heaven!!!! There was sand, and waves, and water and CHICKEN!! Mother packed a picnic lunch and made sure to pack some chicken. Fabulous day!

The peeps were pleasantly surprised to see me running in the water, as there was no pool devil to lure me in. One Maxwell showed me the ropes, I was hooked!

Great day. Great, great day.

 

Fink.

October 3rd 2010 9:46 am
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Mother went to work this morning. On a Sunday, I know. She must have felt a little bad about leaving us alone yesterday AND today, as she gave us us each a doggie ice cream. Yum-yum in my tum-tum!

I was feeling all kinds of happy. But then, Mother totally betrayed me. The Man is coming over this afternoon to pick up Maxwell and take him up to Crappy Town. Mother wanted to give him a little 411 over the phone, since she won't be home this afternoon when he stops by. She was rambling on about this and that, but then totally crossed the line when she told him, "Oh, and I gave the pups some ice cream this morning, so DO NOT let them tell you that they have not had a treat today, because they have."

Betrayed. I feel so betrayed.

I'm hoping I can convince The Man that Mother lies, and we do, in fact, still need our daily treatsie.

Fink.

 
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