Well this sucks....

I guess I need to learn to read directions better. I recently wrote a post (see below) that honored my little (but bigger) bro Louie Louie, but I accidentally saved it to my account rather than published it. So without further adieu, a very belated Birthday Wish for Lou Who....

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Hey, y'all! Long time no woof. Today is my bigger little bro's birthday! He's the big 0-4 today and even though I wasn't too thrilled when he showed up on our doorstep lo those many years ago, I sure am happy he's my bro now. Lou, you're fun (when you're not biting me or stealing my stuff/food/bed) and I love playing with you anytime, anywhere. We make a good duo, right? Here's to many more years of fun brotherly love, kiddo. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Love,
Your Big Little Bro, Jack

Tagged....by Brutus!

Well, Louie and I tried to duck and dodge, but Brutus tagged us! (Oh Brutus, you sure can run fast!)

So, tag, we're it!

Whats your name?

Hmmm..."Jack." I think. It might also be "Uh oh."

Any Nicknames?

Snack. Jackie Jack. Hairball. Eyes. Muppet face.

Whats your favorite toy?

Without a doubt, my orange Rogz bone. They don't make 'em anymore, so my mom stocked up on several dozen. But guess what? I don't want any of 'em. Just my one, grody old half chewed up orange bone.

Your favorite treat?

That's a toughie. Anything that resembles chicken. I'm also partial to rice. And occasionally my mommy gives me plain pasta or a small piece of egg or cheese. I had a cracker today. That was good. Basically, I take after my dad and if there's a green veggie in my bowl I don't really want to have anything to do with it.


Were you from a rescue, breeder, etc?

I'm not sure where I was from ORIGINALLY but somehow I wound up on the streets and ended up in a shelter at the ripe old age of 2 months. That was kinda scary. But it all worked out well......


Do you love Dogster?

Let me think....YES!!!!!


AROOOOOOO!!!!!!

All right buddies, I'm gonna be tagging you, start runnin'......

I HAVE NEWS.

Well, I have an announcement. Yesterday was a big, big day for me. It started off as a regular day. Breakfast was uneventful, then I had my morning walk and poop...everything seemed to be in order.

I arrived at My Doggie Daycare Place (aka Jackland) at approximately 8:30 a.m. My father dropped me off. Everything seemed exactly as I left it.

But little did I know something would happen approximately 3.5 hours later that would be SO EPIC it would change my life forever.

Something that in a bazillion years I'd never considered. EVER.

That's right, people. I went in the pool.

Now, I'm not going to lie. I didn't exactly jump in of my own free will. My auntie Jamie was working that day and she vowed to get me in the pool this summer. I had not heard this, obviously, as I would have NEVER let her get within a 20 yards of me ever again.....but she caught me unawares.

She dunked me in and pretty soon I was flying! Well, sort of. I was swimming. SWIMMING, PEOPLE. SWIMMING. ME!!!!!

Apparently, I am an excellent swimmer. I just sort of went with the flow and all the girls who work there were, like, totally impressed with my doggie paddle prowess. Also impressed were the girls of our species, who I *think* thought I was a stud muffin for going in and being all brave and stuff. And they liked my style. My freestyle.

My only concern, and I did talk to mom about this, is that next time I would like some trunks. Maybe board shorts would be good for me. Because, see, when I got out of the water, I was all wet and my fur separated all over and dripped and the girls, they could see EVERYTHING. Which was very embarrassing for me. I ran under a deck chair.

But aside from THAT whole thing....

I SWAM. LIKE A FISHIE. IN DA WATER.

How ya like me now????

This Might Be The Best Thing Ever.

Today, I have a bit of a serious but uplifting diary entry.

Proof that some dogs just need to be given that chance when everyone else has given up on them or turned away.

This is dedicated to all my friends who were sprung from the shelters by their moms and dads, and all those who are still hoping to find their forever homes.

http://maniacworld.com/rescued-an-hour-before-euthanasia .html

Best Wishes for Django!

Hey guys,

There's a great little doggie here named Django who has been diagnosed with a brain stem tumor. His peeps are making a long trip with him to get him treatment.

I know he's trying so hard to get better and his people are probably beside themselves with worry right now, anticipating his treatment and hopeful for his recovery.

If you can, take a minute to encourage all of them over at his page.

http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1118703

He's a real nice pup and maybe if we all think really, really good thoughts for him he'll get better faster!

AROOOOO!

Get well, Django!

Happy Birthday, Lou Ball

Louie, my crazy (big) little brother is three.

Sigh.

They grow up so fast....I remember when he was just a young pup, toddling around the house, making all sorts of new discoveries. Mostly involving his teeth and my tail. And then MY teeth.

But I got to love the ol' lug and here he is, a whopping three year old MAN.

Oh, how time flies. Happy Birthday, Louie Louie. You crazy old coot....

It's My Annifursary. Again.

It's been four years since I came to my furever home. Where has the time gone? It just flew by!

I have many happy memories of my early days here with my peeps.

What I remember most is that they were just SOOO cute. I wanted to stay up all night just playing with them and looking at them, but I knew they needed their rest. After all, it was a huge adjustment for them having me in my new home.

But every time I looked at them, I just sighed. They were so sweet, making sure I had enough food and water and being concerned about me. It's as if they had these little thoughts forming in their sweet heads. I could almost SEE the thoughts formulating. "Did he poop and hour ago, or was it longer than that?" "Is he just sniffing because he's sniffing, or is he about to pee on the floor?" Awww, happy times.

Over the years, I've had some wonderful times with them and my RaRa and RaMa. And then my brother Louie came along and (after a short period of adjustment on my part) the fun REALLY began.

So far, it's been a blast. I've had some not so good times (BITTEN EAR! SURGERY! WART!) but I don't like to dwell on it. Mostly because I can't remember any of it.

I get lots of walkies, lovin' and yummy food from my peeps. They play with me, check my feet for burrs (BRRRRRRS! Hate em.) and I get to play with Louie all the time. I have a safe, warm bed to sleep in at night and all the toys a dog could want.

Life is GOOOOD.

MOSTLY FUR: My 2009 Recap

Well pups, it's that time again. Another year passing us by. It seems like just a little while ago, I was reminiscing about 2008. My how time flies when you're on dog years.

Anyhoo, a lot of stuff happened to me in 2009. Louie and I had some adventures and a LOT of fun together. I had some stitches in my lip. Phooey! I had a major owie on my ear when someone bit me. That was awful. It hurt bad. Louie and I won prizes for most original costumes as our daycare's Halloween party. I went as a JackBerry phone and Lou was an i-Bone. Get it???!! I spent some quality time with my grandpawrents and got lots of lovin' from them. My mom took me all over town with her. My dad gave me lots of hugs. And I ate chicken. Wow, except for the stitches and ear thing, 2009 was grrreat!

I'd like to take a moment to wish all my doggie and human friends a wonderful, happy, healthy and bite-free 2010!

MY EAAARRRRRR!

Ugh, someone bit my ear. And now it's infected and swollen up and I have to take icky bitter pills that they try to hide in chicken like I'm not going to notice them. And my face hurts. And I want my mommmy! Waaaaaaaah!

Sigh. Well, it's not all THAT bad. I'm getting better, but man. This whole thing just sucks.

On the bright side, it's my BIG baby brother Louie's Annifursary today. He's been in the family for two years. That's two years less than ME, if anyone is counting.....

But he's the best brother ever in the history of little brothers. And I totally love the guy, even when he's standing on my head (waaatch the ear, Louie....watch it.)

So, Happy 2nd Annifursary To Lou Lou! I love you, big guy!

I'm Four!

Happy Birthday to MEEEEE! Jack here. Just wanted to let all my fur friends know that I'm finally a MAN. I'm four! As of yesterday. Or the day before. Or maybe today. But arrrround sometime this week for sure, I am FOUR!

That's 28 in doggie years, so I'm well legal to drive and go into bars and stuff. Not that I ever do. Because Miss Thing always has me attached to the leash and she won't let me go in. I TRY but she always wins.

I sorta thought when I grew up to be a man I'd be taller. But I'm still the same size I was when I was 11 months old, give or take a few centimeters. My beard is pretty much the same, so that's not any different there....

But it's great to be a man. A big, strong four year old man. Sayonara Little Boy. I'm a man.

You heard me.