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I'll "BARK" as much as I want!

Peanutbutter & Bananas

My mommy loves peanutbutter, Darla and I always get a few licks ...

I just love that stuff.

And to make it even more yummy, mommy spreads the PB on bananas.

I go wild for that stuff. Just can't get enough of it.

Even better if the PB is the chunky type. . . woof!!! Yummy!!!

As your moomy or daddy to get you some PB on bananas.

B.O.L.!!!

knots, knots in socks!

I just can't resist socks ... specially if they have knots in them. My mommy kept on surfing the net about Shar-pei's, 'Darla' is with us now for 4 weeks, she want's to know more about the boredom in Shar-pei's breed, and as my mommy found out = they get bored very easily. HEEELLLOOO!!! what about me??? I get bored too!
Well, she got a sock out of the closet and tied a big fat 'knot' in it ... I thought it was for me ... NOOO!!! She gave it straight to my pal Darla... Awwww!!! where is my sock? I don't get one? I wasn't a bad dog ... was I?
Well, I have to do something about it ... hmmm ... Darla is asleep most of the time anyway ... hehehe ... I GET THE SOCK! as said in the 'Dog Rules' ... what is in my paws is MINE ... all MINE!!!
well, I'm not such a bad pal ... if she gets up I will paly tag of war with her then ... BArk! Bark!

Till here ... gotta get back to untying the knot in the sock!

Why own a DOG?

Why own a dog? There's a danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
and crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
the floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
and a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
the thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet, the food bill grows larger, you owe money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
except other dog folks, who all live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
but your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
But winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
at the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game!!

~author unknown~