February 28th 2010 9:15 pm
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Louie, my crazy (big) little brother is three.
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....
January 30th 2010 7:58 am
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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.
December 29th 2009 7:19 pm
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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!
November 2nd 2009 10:10 am
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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!
October 16th 2009 8:58 pm
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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.
June 16th 2009 1:23 pm
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Friends, in California, we have a big old meanie running our state.
He wants to save money by shortening the amount of time us dogs and cats can stay alive in overcrowded shelters. This might be his worst plan, yet.
Regardless of what side of the political fence you're on, I think we can all agree that shortening our already-short time in the shelters from a measley six days down to JUST THREE is going to result in a catastrophic rise in deaths of healthy, re-homeable animals in California.
Not to mention those sad souls who get separated from their families while their moms and dads are frantically looking for them - a process that can take a day or two in and of itself in larger cities with more than one main shelter.
This also is one of those backward ideas that ends up saving NO money. The cost of mass killings is high in both man hours and medical product purchases. The amount of money saved (if there even IS any saved) would be quite small. Something like our governer giving up his salary for one year might end up with more return on the dollar than this crazy scheme.
Please, PLEASE take the time to tell Schwarzenegger it's NOT OKAY WITH YOU to kill healthy animals in an attempt so save money.
GOVERNOR Arnold Schwarzenegger
State Capitol, Sacramento, CA 95814
Phone: (916) 445-2841
Fax: (916) 558-3160
March 1st 2009 3:46 pm
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I just wanna give a shout out to my Big Little Brother, Louie, who turns two today.
Way to go, Lou-Ball! You know me and the peeps love ya somethin' fierce. Here's to many more years of Trubble and Chasing and Growling.
I love you, bro.
February 1st 2009 8:18 am
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Yep, it's that time again. A taggin' has occured. I'm afraid I've had quite a delayed reaction to it, so I apologize to Dylan who tagged me.
Also, most of my pup pals have already been tagged, so the tag stops here, so to speak. I'm like a pair of Hanes. Get it? Tagless? Hahahahahha! But, if you see this and want to do it, then by all means, consider yourself indirectly tagged.
Okay, so the deal this time round is:
List Seven Things about yourself that other pups don't know about you.
Hmmm, okay, here goes:
1.) I can do patty cake with my mom with my nose. Mmmhmm, yes I really can.
2.) I bark at other dogs when I'm on the leash or in the car. Why doesn't everyone know I just want to play????
3.) I'm afraid of my water bowl.
4. ) Even though I pretend he's the first sign of armageddon, I do love Louie very much.
5.) My very favorite people food is a tie between white rice and a strand or two of angel hair pasta. My eyes bulge out when I see those foods in my general vicinity.
6.) I graduated first in my puppy class. No, really, I did. I won the 'best trick', the 'sit off' and the 'best stay.' Well, the Best Stay category was a tie with a Wheaten Terrier.
7.) I love getting scritches from my grandma best of all. She's a really good scritcher.
January 29th 2009 11:12 am
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Jack: Well, it's been three whole years today since my peeps sprung me from puppy prison (the shelter) and brought me home to live The Good Life.
Jack's Mom: Yep. Three, fun filled years, kid.
Jack: Yep. While I'm eternally grateful to them, the truth is, I can hardly remember my life before. And, that's the way (uh huh, uh huh) I like it. (Uh huh, uh huh.)
Jack's Mom: I like that you can't remember the bad times!
Jack: I have to say I had no idea I'd have it so good. Food, love, warm beds all over the house. Walkies. Play session, a basket of scrumptious toys. I have it pretty good. What on earth did I ever do to deserve that?
Jack's Mom: Nothing.
Jack's Mom: Let me clarify: all dogs deserve that. Of course, your dad and I think you are wonderful, sweet and a very, very good boy.
Jack: It's all about MEEEEE!
Jack's Mom: Yes. Yes, it is. Happy 3 Year Annifursary, Baby Boy.
December 28th 2008 9:00 am
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Christmas has come and gone. Hannukah is coming to a close. In a few more days, it will be 2009.
I don't think another year has gone by this quickly for me. Perhaps it's because I turned three this year, but it seemed like this one went fast. When I look back on this year, there seems to be so much packed into it.
First, the biggest development was the dubious arrival on the scene of Louie. Ah, Louie. That loveable springloaded stick of doggie dynamite. When he first arrived, I couldn't help but think I'd seen him someplace before. That's probably because they took me to meet him at my old prison, the shelter, before he came home. We got along fine. We played in their play yard there, and he only bounced on my head once or twice. He was cool and deferred (if, only for a few seconds) to my adult dog sensibilities when I put him in his place.
I think he was very happy to be in a home where he got people to pay attention to him, feed him and talk to him. Also, he liked to play. A lot. And, play,and play, and play. A LOT. I can't help but wonder if I was that obnoxious as a puppy myself. I'm sure I wasn't. Ultimately, though, I grew to love the big lug and now I want nothing more than to hang out with Lou. My main man.
Other highlights in my personal 2008: I went into Williams-Sonoma with my mom and spent half an hour being cooed over by the laydeez. I let my hair grow out. And, I got the shortest cut of my entire life. I was good. Louie and I had fun at the club. Someone bit me on my cheek. I went to the beach and ran in the water. Mom gave me a blueberry. I let Louie sleep on my bed with me. I made friends with a cat. Mom fixed my fish. Dad came home for work. A LOT. Mom took me to Coffee Bean quite a bit more than last year. I was good, except for that one time with the beagle. We won't talk about that. Mom still has coffee stains on her jeans and she says they won't ever come out. I say, blame the beagle. We were there first.
I wish all my friends and their families a happy, healthy 2009. May it be filled with love, treats and the adventure of finding something dead in the backyard.
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