MOMMY GOT A CAMERA...

mommy got a camera for her birthday and she's driving me nuts. she tries to catch me doing "my life".
please, take it away...
i'm begging, don't look at pictures or videos.
it's not my fault, that i'm beautiful and smart.
oh, heck.... if it makes her happy, i'll suffer.

Valentine tag.

ok.
i'm hit.
Hi pups! I have been Valentine tagged by my good bark pal, Chloe. What that means is I get to make five wishes and tag five furfriends with a rosette or pmail. So here it goes!

wishes:
1. love and someone to share it with.
2. more friends.
3. toys, squeeky, plush and fun.
4. treats: bones, chewies, puppuroni and more.
5. health for mommie, so she will be with me more.

i tag
Mato
Miss Daisy Monroe
Tico El Bandito
Raja Babu
Coco Bean

a day after Christmas.

A day after Christmas.
I’m sick today. Mommy had to take me to the dogtor to see what was wrong with me. Yesterday mom was cleaning and I was constantly underfoot. She saw me eating something, by the time she caught up to me I was done.
This morning, when she got up I wasn’t in bed with her, nibbling on her toes to wake her. I was in the living room, lying on my sleeping bag, sleeping. That was unusual. I’m the kind of pup that bounces off the walls in the morning making sure mom is up and takes care of me before she goes to work. Mom proceeded with her day. She put food out for me and I went to eat. Later mom followed me around, because I was acting weird. I missed the pad, I was slow and lethargic. I walked into the bedroom corridor and pooped again, wetly. Then I threw up, three times. It was already 7:30am. Mom was getting worried. She called her job to tell them, that I’m sick and probably have to the dogtor.
Mom spoke with my furless aunt and niece. They suggested, mom should see how I progressed and call the vet anyway. The vet was not in until 9am.
I was not feeling better and did not eat chicken broth with rice—that usually settles my stomach. At 9am nurse told mom pepto bismol me or bring me in. I drank some water, but was still mopping and lethargic. At 10am we went to the vet. The dogtor finally saw me; gave me a full exam; listened to my tummy and weighed me. I’m still almost 15 pounds. I didn’t have a temperature or infection. I had gastro-intestinal distress. He gave me a shot. I was a good girl. Dogtor gave mom medicines for me to take and told mom to feed me chicken and rice with a little broth. Mom got a note for her job.
I was definitely feeling better by the time we got home. Mom called her job and told them how sick I’m. My furless uncle got a report and promised to help mom with me.
Mom fed me and I ate. By 3pm, I was back to being myself. I would not take the nasty medicine from the syringe. Mom did manage to give me a pill in chicken….
Tomorrow morning, mom will see. If I’m still sick, my furless uncle will come and look after me. It's midhight almost, i ran around and played with mom. now i'm sleeping.

i've got a new neighbor

since last week something exciting happened to my neighbors--they've got a puppy. i've been acting stranger than usual. barking, barking and barking at all hours of the night and day. mommy thought, i was getting ready to through heat again. on Friday mom met her other neighbor walking her dog and found out that her next door neighbors got a puppy. (she's my next door neighbor friend and co-worker.)
(this is after mom promised them a puppy if ever i get a serious husband.)
so i could hear the baby and was telling her who's in charge of this place...while mom was starting to lose her mind from lack of sleep.
Friday night, she put on me on a leash and walked across the hallway and rang the bell to see the baby. of course, i hid behind mom and mom picked me up and held me. her mommy held her. "Lulu" is a pretty maltese girl. her mommy said, that we can't meet yet closer, as Lulu hadn't had all shots yet and was due to be seen by her vet on Saturday. so we agreed to get together later to be properly introduced, so could play together and be pals.
so here we are three days later, me barking at the door and mom waiting for a good day to make a play date--because when her mom walks her, i've already done everything or mom is not home yet... i did go outside on Sunday and Monday for good long walks. mom took me to one her doctors appointment on Monday. i didn't see her in the park...

i'm still barking...

THANKSGIVING TAG.

please forgive mommy, it was past her bedtime and she didn't listen well to me.
list of my taggees:
Brindy, Bella, Coco Bean, Woody, Mato, Fluffy Lee and Raja Babu.

turkey tag....

IT'S THANKSGIVING TAG!!!!

I was tagged by my Turkey loving friend Tuesday aka Toos....

Here are the rules:
Because it’s Thanksgiving time, there is a change to the rules.

Each player needs to tell seven special things they are
thankful for. Tagged dogs must post the rules in their diary
and their 7 things. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their
names. Let them know by pawmail or rosette that they have been
tagged and to read your diary for the instructions on how to
play.

1.) i'm thankful for life.
2.) i'm thankful for my mommy.
3.) i'm thankful for my furless family, because they love me so much.
4.) i'm thankful for having so many people loving me.
5.) i'm thankful for having a peaceful life with a good place to live and more than enough food for me to eat.
6.) i'm thankful for good health.
7.) i'm thankful for that mom takes good care of me and i lack for nothing.
6.)

LOVE STINKS OR further missadventures of single tzu.

i love Saturday and Sunday, because mom takes me with her to the park or walks or doctor visits.
last Saturday mom was walking in our little park with me. i was out of stroller, my leash attached and i was helping mom by pulling it behind me.
and who should we meet by our favorite bench?
Benjy, that's who.
haven't seen him in ages and i had a hissy fit.
i wouldn't let him near me... who does he thinks he is?
i hid behind the stroller first, but he found me.
i jumped on the bench and so did he.
i ran around the stroller and mom and Benjy and his furless grandma.
i tangled up our leashes and tried to jump up into my stroller...
i nearly strangled myself in the process.
finally i jumped on the bench, hid behind mom and sat on her shoulder.
Benjy still didn't give up.
i jumped in my stroller and hid in the back.
but no, the relentless Romeo followed me still.
he jumped on the bench and tried to stick his nose into the stroller... but i was ready, i went nose to nose to him and tried to scare him by showing him my beatiful teeth. i snapped my jaws shut, making most fearful growl...
he wisely retreated to the bench and sat next to my mom and his grandma.
Benjy kept looking at me... but i was not having it.
i turned my butt to him and was looking through the netted window in the back of the stroller.
but then a little girl came by in a little stroller, her mom was pushing her.
i forgot all about Benjy and wanted to play with a little girl. she was so happy.
i jumped from the stroller on the bench and then on the ground to play and kiss her. i didn't mind that Benjy got into the act to and we both had a wonderful time with the girl and her mom.

sad story.

i have a sad story to tell today.
we went for our usual walk yesterday. on Saturdays and Sundays we like to stay out for at least four hours or more. its very cool in the shade. mom can walk more, if she get a chance to sit down ever so often. we have plenty of benches under the big shady trees.
so mom found of group of ladies with dogs some of whom we are friendly with. i play with them sometimes, or at least, they don't frighten me and i can tolerate them. so there we were sitting on the bench. one of the ladies mentioned that hairless chinese crested dog, that used to always bother me, is dead. .
his humans always let him run loose off the leash. he was always bothering other dogs as well. his human mom was going to the store and had him and his brother with her. one was on the leash, the other one wasn't. it's a very busy street with always a lot of traffic going both ways. my development is next to fire department station, police precinct, branch of DMV and assorted small stores/doctor offices. so she was crossing the street and the dog got hit by a car.
the lady said that now they hardly see her or her husband walking the other dog.
so, i don't feel bad for her. i feel bad for the dog--his humans failed him, by not protecting him, by letting him run wild and die so tragically.

Love Tag!!!!

Here is the newest Dogster TAG game! I have been Love Tagged by my very good friend Chloe!

All you have to do after you have been "Love Tagged" is share some love by tagging three friends! That's all! Just send a rosette or a pawmail and tell your friends they have been Love Tagged and to read your diary! You will submit an entry telling who you are tagging and why!

I'm tagging my friends.....
Suzy Q Austin
Woody
MISS DIXIE MONROE.

life after dsl

mommies don't always make good decisions.
going from one pc to second one might not have been a great idea--but when one will not work with dsl, the first one does. after the first one was fixed mom can back to posting for me.
it's been a very hot summer so far.
i've been a very good girl.
(or mommy tries to tell everyone)
i can be very mischevious and creative.
mommy couldn't find my heartworming pills and called my vet. good thing, it was time for my check up. it's been exactly a year since he saw me for the first time.
that' right--i've been with my mom since June 27, 2006 and quietly we let the anniversary go by. mom celebrated my birthday on March 28--but not my adoption anniversay... because, to do that, she has to think about the bad time that she had before she got me. she loves me very much--more than she loved me last year, but passing of her father is still very hard for her to think about.
my vet just made such fuss about me. my heart is good, my weight is 14 1/2 pounds and i still got some baby teeth left. he said that i was in perfect shape.
mom was quizzed about my food, personal habits and my heat. vet gave me my vaccinations and pills for the year. mom was concerned about my weight, because i'm a voratious eater and don't like to walk much. but my condition is such, that whatever mom feeds me and exersizes me works well for both of us.
my latest quirk, i like to steal tic tacs. yesterday i took a whole box, openned it and ate all. mom didn't notice it, until she saw an empty box on the bed.