almost famous

I finally made the papers and not in the arrest log either! Check us out with the Drool is Cool folks at the Dog Walk. I don't know if they got my best side, but when you are sitting next to a 6 foot dog maybe it doesn't matter.

question authority

Mom seems to think I'm a little too independent for her own good and from time to time I have been known to not play well with others. She shared with me the following results of an online test as if this proves something:

"Your Canine Behavior Type Index is

SBH - Adventurer

Your dog is a Spontaneous, Beta and High Activity type which we call the Adventurer. The Adventurer regularly challenges the social order, routine and environmental orderliness. It constantly searches for new social and environmental standards. It is highly competitive with plenty of energy and a playful spirit but not great at group activities."

What's her point?

(Any pup who wants to check it out can go to Canine Behavior Type Index Test )

I'm like a fine whine

I turned 5 today and if I do say so myself I am coming into my prime. I'm darn cute, I'm obedient without being obsequious, I am not shy about making my needs known and I have perfected the art of a well placed auditory request.

My whine and I have matured into sublime perfection.

Oh, what is that...it's w-i-n-e that ages nicely?
Hmmm, that does change things a bit.

Never mind.

scatology

When planning my morning constitutional, I like to make my deposits at the faaaaar end of the leash. I will cover the maximum real estate, sniff around, circle, sniff some more...no not quite right...a little further out, maybe over to the left...assume the posi...no not yet, sniff, circle...really I'm almost there...ahhh.

It's unfortunate that my creations end up in biodegradable bags rather than in their natural biodegradable state, but humans seem to have an unnatural obsession with our movements.

I also like to make sure I place my Scoutness in as many different locations as possible.
That's just the kind of girl I am.

how do you spell thief?

C-A-T!

Yes, that's right the same brazen feline that lounges around in our back yard taunting me with their orange nonchalance is none other than the neighborhood cat burgler!!

Mom notices that dads outdoor flip flop is looking a little chewed and he notices the other one is gone, which reminds him that the neighbor had asked him before if he was missing one. This led us straight to the criminals house to reclaim the other gnawed on shoe. According to his accomplice, apparently this is a habitual thing.

Nobody's safe!! Call the police!! Throw his furry butt in jail!!

Disappointingly, mom and dad declined to press charges, but are going to be very careful about their flip flops in the future.

the one that got away

I did it!
I caught my first crab!!
I have been honing my crab chasing skills for many dog moons, but they are formidable foes; wily critters and FAST in a crabby sort of way. Most of the time they are in the rocks and scamper to safety before I can get em. Today I chased one over the sand and into the water, stuck my head in and came up with a crab leg in my mouth...with a crab attached! It was so exciting!! Then I got hit by a wave and lost my grip!! I tried to retrieve it, but it was too late. Ahhh, the fickle fingers of fate.

I'm tellin' you...it was huge !!...monsterous...the .biggest .crab. evah...but it got away.

You'll have to take my word for it.

A dog's work is never done.

Mom has been very remiss in not allowing me to update my diary since our move to our new house. Apparently it takes longer for people to take care of their business, like getting internet connected, that it does for us dogs to pee on every new thing. So we just got our new internet connection a MONTH after moving. But really, to give her credit, if all she had to do was pee on the computer I'm sure that would have happened before now.

Truthfully I have been VERY busy in our new place. I have been involved in many excellent activities, like chicken chasing, frog stare downs, territorial peeing in our new yard, getting my a$$ kicked by my sister, whining to be let out on demand, grass eating, checking out the neighbor cats... just to name a few.

Excuse me, I must run, I think a I hear a chicken taunting me.

Reformed

I am being very good.

Despite, or perhaps because of, rumors to the contrary.

Garçon!

I do enjoy my meals. I have an unerring ability to know when it is time to eat, but will start staring at the waiter, er...mom about a half hour before, just in case I can push an earlier reservation.

Then I take my time (unlike my sister the Hoover) to fully experience my food...

...I smell, I savor, I dine, I crunch, I lick, I...

...burp.

May I see the dessert menu?

"issues"...moi?

I have noticed a precipitous decline in the number of times that mom is willing to take me to the dog park lately. She does not seem to understand that there are times when I have to get a little, shall we say, FIRM with the occasional dog who gets my hackles up. It's usually in the get to know you phase of the relationship and it's tough to say exactly what happens that crosses my line, except that once it's crossed it's hard to change my mind.

This is a relatively new development and mom doesn't seem to be a bit pleased about the whole thing. She seems to think it is MY "issue" and that she needs to figure out what to do differently with me so that it doesn't keep happening.

It sounds suspiciously like therapy.