and also

Ya pawmail the three doggies or send 'em a Rosette to let them know they 've been tagged!! hehehehhe

My BAD!

It took another TAGGED game to make me write again!

ok this time, ya tag three (3) doggies with 7 things about yerself or sometin' like that or errr....

OK
1. I am engaged to DIGGER
2, I love DIGGER
3, I love my pawrents, and Phoebe.
4. I love Dogster
5, I love to hang out with Mom.
6. I love to go for the big walk in the woods.
7. On rare occasion, I will go on an unauthorized adventure ALONE!

I am going to tag...
Maybelle
Jo-Jo
and
Lassie

TAGGED!

I have been remiss in writing my life story but meanwhile-I was tagged a bunch of times!!

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post the rules of the game and 7 pawsome facts about themselves in their diary. Then once you are tagged, you choose 7 dogs to tag, listing their names in your diary. Don’t forget to bark your friends pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary for the rules -- or better yet, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been tagged!

seven things about me

I woof -a-lot!
I live for rides!
I live for food!
I live for bellys!
I look extremely intelligent!
Everybody loves me!
I love everyone!

I tagged
Bow-Wow
Pudge Alexander
Empress Mimi
Princess Zoe
Harley Robertson
Lucy
Daisey Mae

I'm too Smart

May 2004
Mom and Dad discovered that when they said the word RIDE, I would woof, and run to the door expecting to go for a ride. When the door opened, I would run to the vehicle. I love rides so much. First, my parents have to help me get up. Both the truck and the SUV are too high for me. Then I woooof. Then, they open the window for me. I stick my head out and let my ears float in the breeze. I woof when there is a red light, and all the drivers look at me and smile. I woof when we stop. I really woof if they leave me to guard the vehicle (I get in the front seat). I woof at everybody who walks by. I woof when my parents come back. Well, you get the picture. Sometomes, they would go for a ride, and not take me. To throw me off,they started spelling the word. R I D E. Then just the letter R. Then they spelled it backwards, Then, just the E. Then they stopped trying. They began to used use looks and their hands. I still knew what that meant. I’m such a smart cookie…cookie?..sounds good. I want one now. I sit, paw, other paw, woooof! Squeak pink ball. Put head against Mom’s knee. That gets her almost every time. Finally, a treat. Yum!

I save my new family

March 2004

One night, this noise bothered me. It was a high pitched, beeping sound. Then it would stop. Then it would beep again. And stop. The noise was in the basement. I ran up to the second floor to see if the noise woke Mom and Dad. They were sleeping. I shook my collar to jingle my tags and wake them up. Once, twice, then, three times I shake. No response. So I whimpered just a little, then a little more. Then, a full woof. I hear What’s wrong Lady. Maybe she needs to go out Dad said. But when he went downstairs, he could hear that horrible beeping. He ran down to the basement which was full of smoke! He shut the furnace off, and opened all the doors. He told Mom, and she started to cry and hugged and hugged and hugged me. Hey I thought. What’s the big deal. They saved me: I just saved them back.

Belly Rub Song (somewhat to the tune of the Oscar Meyer- song)

Feb. 2004

The Belly Rib Song written by my Mommy

My Lady has a belly.
She likes to get a rub.
I do it cuz she’s sweet and soft.
I do it out of love.
My Lady has a belly.
It’s as big as it can be.
I love my Lady,
And my Lady loves me.

My New Name

Jan.. 2004

This is how I got to be the Princess Lady Woof-a-Lot Putzie-Wutzie Fatsy-Whatzie Bratzie Johnson. First of all, I really fell hard for my new parents. They loved me instantly, and bought me all kinds of stuff like collars and leashes, doggie beds, and even a Bark-o-Meter which is supposed interpret my woofing. Oddly enough, that Bark-o thing wasn’t always wrong. Mom and Dad immediately started calling me Princess Lady. Of course, I had to respond by being as best a Princess as I could. I became more confident and expressed my joy by being very vocal. They added Woof-a-Lot to my name. Princess Lady Woof-a-lot. Unfortunately, they also started calling me Putzie. Even Auntie Roxie called me that. Then, Mom and Dad sweetly called me Putzie-Wutzie. Princess Lady Woof-lot Putzie-Wutzie. They developed this wonderful habit of giving me treats, trying to spark my appetite (ha ha) because I refused to eat when I first came. I gained 20 pounds, and had Fatzie-Whatzie added to my name, and have struggling to lose the extra weight. I mean, seriously now, I was in the habit of getting lots of treats, and it was very hard to nibble those delectable treats less. Impending knee surgery forced me to really diet, so I now am down to a svelte 76 pounds, but have 6 more to go to get back to my adoption weight. I admit I am spoiled, hence the Bratzie. My people tell me I deserve to be spoiled, and I agree! When strangers ask my name, Mom responds with the entire Princess name. Their eyes roll and then they laugh. I am Princess Lady Woof-a-lot Putzie-Wutzie Fatsy-Whatzie Bratzie Johnson. And proud of it. Woof woooof woooooof!

I worry my Parents and go on an Adventure

Jan. 2004

Dad takes me in the backyard where there are woods. It is very hilly. I run like the wind going down, but I like to leisurely stroll back up. At first, I stayed right by my new Dad. I respond to his every word perfectly. Secretly, I make plans to explore on my own. I get my chance when Dad starts talking to our neighbor, who already loves me. I slowly meander around, looking back every so often. When Dad and Uncle Rob are busy talking, I silently walk off, and run into the woods. OOOOO What fun! Smells of foxes, raccoons, deer, squirrels and other dogs and humans permeate my nose. This is the best! Woof woof WOOOF I say. I forget myself and follow an interesting scent. Oi. Where am I? I hear Lady… Lady... in the background. I follow the sound, and get back to familiar territory. I make a detour, and I am in the backyard of Uncle Rob. Their back door is open so I go in their house. I smell cat. I quickly find the cat’s food dish and take a taste. Not bad. Suddenly. I hear LADY! It’s Auntie Roxie laughing. She picks up the telephone, and I hear, looking for Lady? I get hugs and kisses and a tasty treat. Mom comes over, hugs me, and gently scolds me. I look as innocent and cute as I can, and we go home. I want another treat, but Mom doesn’t give me one. So, I take my pink ball, and make it squeak... No reaction, so I take the ball to Mom, and then squeak it again. Oh Lady, she says, hugs me, and gives me a treat. Ah Ha! I can’t wait to go on another adventure.

I learn a trick

Nov. 2003

My Mom wanted me to do tricks to show off. I already knew some stuff, but I assumed the “Colonel Klink” (from an old TV show called Hogan’s Heroes) attitude. I KNOW NOTHING! This way I got extra treats. I am quite clever when it getting treats you know. Anyway, she wanted me to sit, high five, and then high five the other paw. I pretended I didn’t know how to do that, and willingly let her “teach” me. She would say Lady, Sit. I knew that meant treats, so I sat. I was anxious for the treat, so I gave a high five, and then the other high five without the command. Treat! Then, I got my pink ball, and made it squeak. My Mom laughed and kissed me, and another treat! Next time I wanted a treat, I sat down and gave high fives without the command. I guess I went over the top when I squeaked my pink ball. Unfortunately, Mom caught on to my scam. Not even my sad and lonely face could get a treat. OOOO what’s that. Dad’s home! I kissed and kissed and kissed him, and sure enuf, he sneaks me a treat. I am serious about my treats, and as I said before, I am quite clever about them.

My Forever Home

Nov. 2003
I have never gotten so many hugs, kisses, treats and belly rubs as in my new home. Every time my new Mom goes by me, she talks to me or gives me a kiss. I'm SO loving it here. Mom doesn't leave me alone very much as she only works two days a week. When that happens, Dad comes home lunch time to take me out, and give me kisses and treats. Sometimes I go in another room when Mom is home, but I know she is there, and that comforts me. Every time I find a spot to sleep, the next time I find a nice cushion. Now I have seven dog beds. I prefer the loveseat, and the bottom of the stairs at night so I could guard my parents. When Dad leaves, I go upstairs and protect Mom. What a difference from sleeping on that garage floor. My belly, which was black from the cement, has now turned a lovely soft pink. My ears are clean, and my toe nails are clipped. Mom brushes me as much as she can, but I shed all over the place anyway. She is constantly running the vacuum in disbelief at all my hair. I do not like that vacuum. I run away from it. Mom tells me she won't hurt me, but I find safe places to be in when she cleans. I especially like getting behind a pink chair in the corner. When she finishes, Mom hugs me, and I come out to be by her side wherever she happens to be, hopefully in the kitchen. I sure am a lucky dog.