Christmas in October

Mom bought me a whole bunch of new toys this week! They were hard to find, because they were on the far side of the dining room, and there was a gate in the way, but I found them! Dad says I'm part retriever. Mom said something I couldn't hear, but Dad said not to write it in my diary.

After I found the basket, it was all covered in plastic! I guess it was supposed to be a present, but what's the point of wrapping something if you can see through the wrapper? I think Mom is a bit challenged at times, but she's still nice.

Since there were so many toys, I didn't mind that Bubba, Flower and Murphy came to share them. We had fun. It was a bonding moment.

Mom seemed really annoyed when she found us with my gifts. I guess it was supposed to be a surprise, even though the see-through wrapping is just weird.

Mom told Dad he was going to have to pay for all my presents now, which doesn't make much sense, since he paid for them in the first place! Mom kept muttering "Sparky's Pals" and "gift basket" and "craft sale" and "disaster", but I have no idea what she's talking about.

Dad told me that Mom was planning to sell my presents to strangers this weekend! I really can't figure out if she likes me or not. Why would she sell my presents? Who would buy used presents, anyway?

Maybe Mom needs her own crate so she could take a nap and relax. I always seem to go in my crate when Mom or Dad gets stressed, and I always feel better afterwards.

I've been busy

Wow! It's been forever since I've posted here. Dad's been taking a lot of photos lately, so maybe he will update my page - I think it's getting a bit stale.

It's been really busy around here! Grandma came home from the hospital, but now she has different ladies staying here to help Mom and Dad take care of her. It's hard, because we have to learn a new person every few days, but on the bright side, it gives me someone new to bark at! They all sleep in the extra room by the kitchen, so I go say "Good morning!" when Dad takes me out in the morning. When they're not expecting me, they can jump pretty high! It's fun.

I've been here a whole year now - can you believe it? I sent my friends in Denton a note to say thanks again for rescuing me. If I can survive a year here, I think I'll stay.

Snuggle Time

Mom and Dad have been at the hospital a lot lately because Grandma isn't feeling well. This means we're all spending a lot of time in our crates, which is fine, because my crate is great for napping, but it does get boring after a while.

Dad feels bad about it, so he lets me out in the evening so we can spend time together. He made all the other dogs stay out, so it was just the two of us. Snuggling was nice, but to tell you the truth, it's much more fun to wrestle with Murphy and Bubba. I don't know how to tell Dad because I don't want to hurt his feelings, but he's not very good at wrestling.

I was tagged!

I've been tagged by Shoei!!!

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

1. My Mom thought I was going to be like Ripley (quiet), but I'm NOT!

2. I'm the only one around here that won't come for cookies

3. I get to sleep on the bed with Mom and Dad

4. I'm still a little shy

5. I burp louder than any of the boys!

6. I can climb on anything. I got on the table once and found some cookies, but they weren't very good

7. I was rescued from the shelter, so I'm glad to be here


Dogs I am tagging~
Grace Pauline
Gizmo
Teddy
Elvis
Sisu
Jelly
The Cocker Sisters

Limited Vocabulary

My Dad has a very limited vocabulary.

When he wants me to sit, he says "Sit."

When he wants my attention, he says "Katie" or "Katie-poo!" Sometimes, "Katie-Kate!"

In the yard, he always says "Potty", even if I'm smelling something important.

When he rubs my belly, he says "Belly." That's not too bad.

However, everything in his office is called "No!" You would think that many things would have different names.

Margaritas for Mutts

I copied this from Murphy because he said it was important!

Mom and Dad founded Sparky's Pals (a 501(c)(3) corporation) in memory of my big brother Sparky, who went to the Bridge before I even got here. Bubba and Ripley said he was nice. I'm sorry I never got to meet him.

Sparky's Pals provides humane education - they teach children (mostly) how to behave safely around pets, and how pets should be treated, and why basic medical care, vaccinations and spay/neuter is important. However, providing education costs money! Mom and Dad came up with a interesting way to raise funds, so if you're going to be in the Dallas area on May 14, please join them!

Margaritas for Mutts
Supporting Humane Education

Sparky's Pals Night At Red's
Monday May 14, 2007

Come have dinner and drinks
to help Sparky's Pals!

Have drinks and dinner at Red's Patio Grill on Monday, May 14, 2007, mention to your wait staff that you're with Sparky's Pals, and Red's will donate a portion of your check to the Sparky's Pals general fund to support our humane education programs.

Red's Patio Grill
4005 Preston Rd
Plano, TX 75093
469-229-0098

Please contact info@sparkypals.org for more information!

Sparky's Pals thanks Red's Patio Grill for their generous sponsorship of Sparky's Pals!

Dad never changes his mind

It seems like every night when I have dinner, Dad is in the room with me. Ripley is in the room, too, but he's in his crate, so we can't share our entrees.

After I finish, I usually want to get a toy. The best toys are on top of Mom's computer. I have to get in her chair, and then stand on the desk, and then stretch to try to reach them. Every night, just about the time I'm going to get one of them down to play, Dad stops me. Every night. You would think just once he would let me get one, because I want to be a hunter when I grow up. Maybe they're really his toys.

No news is good news

This was a pretty quiet week. I still get to rest most of the day, which is good, because I need my beauty rest. Murphy is usually in with me, and we play stare-down. It's fun. I usually win.

I heard that Dad is going to be working at home almost all the time starting next month. He said if Mom keeps talking at him while he's trying to work, he's going to get her a crate like mine. That would be funny! Her crate could go next to mine, so we could have quiet time together.

Dad also said I should send a shout-out to Debbie and the rest of the Denton gang who saved me in the first place! It seems like a long time ago when I was up there. All the people were really nice to me, and they helped my Mom find me. Thanks again, guys!

Riding Shotgun

Mom took me in the car this afternoon to go get Daddy at his office. It's a long way from home, so I got to see a lot of really cool stuff! Mom won't let me drive, though.

I couldn't decide which seat had the best view, so I had to keep moving from one ot the other to see which was best.

After we got to Dad's office, one of his friends came down to say "Hello" to me. He was nice, but he forgot that you're supposed to have treats for a dog that you're meeting for the first time. I hope Dad reminds him next time.

Then, we started home, and I finally decided which seat has the best view. It was Dad's seat, so I had to sit in his lap most of the way home. It was fun.

Thanks for the ride, Mom!

The Grownup Table

Mom and Dad had some people over today and I got to stay out and meet them. After they left, I got to sit at the big table with Mom and Bubba and Dad. I guess that means I'm all grown up now! I got to have chips. They were tasty.