Guard Dog Door

Well the other day Mom was in the office with Yvie and Tula and Anne was in the shower when I heard something! It was definitely diabolical so I barked.
Bump Bump Bump it went
I barked quite a bit actually. Over and over I went Bark Bark Bark. I kept barking while I kept hearing the noise.
Bump Bump Bump.
Now I guess Mom thought I was barking at some dumb dog out the window. Maybe, she thought, it's that fat coonhound, or that fat old dog, or that dumb rat terrier. It was a good conclusion because I really hate all those dogs.
BUT this time it wasn't dogs I was barking at. There was something seriously wrong in the house and I needed Mom or Anne to come see immediately.
It went Bump Bump Bump.
And I went Bark Bark Bark.
Well finally Mom had the realization that I couldn't be barking at something out the window because the shades were shut - and that I wasn't really doing my "I hate you dog" bark as I was doing my "Warning! Warning" bark.
So she came out to the living room to see what was going on.
Well I kept barking, and I had my hackles up and I made my lips real flat to make it easier for me to growl right before I'd bark.
Mom asked me what was wrong and I tried to tell her by barking all the more.
Well now she knew that something was wrong and she set out to figure out what it was. And then she heard it.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
That was the insidious sound!
I barked even louder!
But then Mom just laughed because she knew what it was.
It was the door to Anne's room, and even though it was shut it was moving and bumping against the frame.
Well I tried to tell Mom I knew that - but that it must be moving because SOMEONE WHO IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE must be in her room!
Well Mom opened Anne's room and showed me that, no - no one was in there. In fact, she told me that the door was bumping by itself because of the wind - due to Anne having her windows open.
Well that made a lot of sense to me. But I told Mom I wouldn't necessarily stop my barking, because, you know. Maybe NEXT time there might be someone in there.
Bumping against that door.

Bark At Ya Later (especially if you bump that door...)
George

Agility Champion In The Making

This is an older entry, but Mom just didn't have the pictures uploaded to go with it, so we had to put it aside.
A few months ago, we took out Yvie's Christmas present, the agility jump. And we spent all day just running around and playing and learning how to jump over it, together and on our own! (it was especially fun because Anne had out the clicker and a pocketful of treats).
Anyway Mom got some pretty good pictures of us being all athletic . Don't forget to check out the ones on Yvie's page too.
Enjoy!

George

Is Hate Too Strong A Word? Or Not Strong Enough...

Tula gets Diary of the Day off an entry she writes about how i hate her...
I don't think that helps her case at all.

Can Awesomeness Come In A Round Package? The Answer Is Yes!

On Labor Day Mom's Mom and Dad and her sister Cassie came over with Penny for a BBQ and to play badminton. I LOVE badminton. I love to try and catch those birdies; and I always do, sooner or later.
Sometimes I get so excited that I forget to take a break, so when that happens, or when it's warm outside, Mom puts me inside to cool off and calm down for a bit.
Mom's Mom brought over a soccer ball for Penny to play with, but I thought it was the coolest thing ever and kind of monopolized it. At the end of the day Mom's Mom said I could keep the soccer ball because Penny had another one at home.
It's the best gift ever. Ever.
I LOVE the soccer ball!
I grab it and swing it around when I’m running with it. Then, if I let go of it long enough, someone will kick it across the yard for me and I can go racing after it to end in a tackle.
Oh soccer ball, I never knew your worth.

Bark at ya later,
George

Another Puppy...

I'm not keen on the idea.
Not one bit.
I can still barely stand Penny - why would i want another puppy to actually live with us?
I mean, look at what we have to put up with with Yvie.
I'm just gonna ignore this whole situation.
A new puppy doesn't exist anyway, until she has a dogster page.
Everyone knows that.

George

Crap Tastes Delicious

There have been some new and interesting things for me to eat recently.
the first was some sort of lawn seed junk that Mom and Anne put on the grass. They've been trying to fix Yvie's toxic pee stains on the yard so they bought this blue-green stuff that you put over the spots and water and then grass is supposed to grow.
I don't know about that but I did manage to get in a couple of big mouthfuls when they first put it down. Mom and Anne were not pleased and had to read the bag to see if it said anything about being toxic. It didn't.
But that wasn't as good after they started to water it.
The new thing I like to eat is maple seeds - you know those yellow things that fall through the air like helicopters? I love to munch on the heavy end - they taste awesome.
Mom gets made at me when I spend so much time outside "just eating crap" as she puts it, but I like them. So what if they make me smell bad, or my poop yellow and stinky. I like 'em.

Bark at ya later,
George

Diary of the Day

Mom went to the denist this morning so she didn't check Dogster until just now.
Wow, Diary of the day!
It's such an honor, especially since the diary writing tends to be more of Yvie's bag.
Thanks to all the well wishin' pups out there!

Bark at ya Later,
George

Fall On My Face = Fail

We've started up our daily walks in the morning again. It's great, I LOVE walks. I get to sniff and pee on so many things. What else can a dog ask for? Even though Mom has to wake me up early, it's worth it for a walk.
The other morning everyone was getting ready and I was extra sleepy that day. Everyone had gone to bed late due to some sort of competition Mom Anne and Pat were practicing for. So we got all ready, harnesses and leashes attached, and we walked outside. I stood at the top of the stairs and just tried to wake up some more. But I guess it didn't quite work because for some reason I forgot their were stairs at the end of the porch. I took a step and fell right off and did, what my mom termed, as a "face-plant" on the concrete walk.
Mom rushed over to make sure my face was ok (it was, it's already pretty squishy) but when I started to walk I noticed my foot hurt quite a bit and I limped. Mom checked me all out though and she said I seemed fine, and she was right. Once I warmed up a bit the limp was completely gone.
Still, it was a bit embarrassing falling down like that. I guess my lesson is that I should be awake before I attempt any dangerous stunts - like morning walks, or stairs.

Bark at ya later,
George

Somersaults In Summer = Sigh

The other day we were playing catch in the yard. It's been great this season since for Christmas I got this rubber knotty ball - it's really easy for me to grab so I win at catch more often.
Anyway Anne Mom and Pat were tossing the bass between the three of them and I was running really fast, trying to beat the ball to its destination so I could try and grab it. So Mom threw it to Anne and I raced over towards Anne as fast as I could. The ball landed at her feet and it was so close I lunged at it - but apparently I was going too fast and my back end flipped over my front end right in between Anne's feet. I made a surprised look since I had never done anything like the before, and everyone laughed.
Anne and Mom called it a somersault.
I don't know about that, but I think from here on out I'm going to try and get the ball without rolling around like a loon.

Bark at ya later,
George

Who Invited The Ducks?

Since the weather's gotten nicer, we have suffered the return of something that drives me crazy. That's right, Ducks.
There's a pond behind the yards of the houses a few doors down from us. So the ducks fly in and land right in our neighbor's back yard where they pick at birdseed and grass and stuff.
I literally cannot stand the sight of those ducks. I go right up to the fence and just bark bark bark at them!
Most of the time the ducks get fed up and waddle away to their pond where I can't see them. But some ducks just don't care what I have to say to them and ignore me.
That drives me nuts. I mean, what kind of ducks just turn their back on a barking crazy frenchie?
Dumb ducks, that's what.
Sometimes I bark so much that Mom finally has to make me come inside because I drive her crazy while she's trying to work.But then I just sit inside and cry and scratch at the door to be let out.
Mom says it's a lose lose situation.
I agree, Unless I can somehow find a way to get those ducks in my mouth I'll just have to continue to bark ineffectively at them.

Bark at ya later (especially if you're a duck!)
George.