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February 24th 2008 9:44 am
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Mom and I been so sad to read about our pal Elvis ( and how he just not getting better like he should.

Stop by his page and see this special boy.



More Overrated Things: Opposable Thumbs

February 18th 2008 5:27 pm
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Today on our walk, my mom had the following conversation with an idiot:

The idiot point to me and say “What is THAT?!”

My mom “What? Oh. She is a retired racing greyhound. Her name is Coffee.”

“Oh. I thought it was a tiger.”

To recap: I was called an “it” and then mistaken for a large cat.

Clearly humans not as smart as I thought.



Worst. Present. Ever.

February 14th 2008 6:09 pm
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Today for Valentine’s Day mom got me a pretty, fuzzy, pink heart
stuffie. I happily accepted it and trotted it over to my bed to

THEN IT HAPPENED. The pretty pink heart stuffie SANG A SONG. It was
awful. I looked at it in complete horror and ran over to hide behind

Naturally, mom just laughing and laughing. Apparently her survival
instincts not so good or something. Really, she shoulda killed the
evil stuffie with a club or a bat or something.

Squeakers I love. Grunters I adore. Tooters and tweeters and
whistlers and even screaming monkeys send me into joyous playing.

But not this. It finally, finally, finally shut up, and after about
15 minutes I sneak over to sniff at it. I like the nice handle on it
and the fuzzy pinkness of it. Maybe it not so bad. I try to gently
pick it up, and it START SINGING AGAIN! I drop it and run for cover.

No more singing stuffies for me! Squeakers only please. I
definitely not a fan of Valentines Day if I get assaulted by my own



Stupid Human Rules Edition XVIII

February 5th 2008 3:35 pm
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What do you mean "Don't eat the yellow snow."

It's the best kind! Ugghh!


Drive By Barking

January 28th 2008 4:00 pm
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To the terrier who drive by in the SUV and barked insults at me today
on my walk: YOU ARE RUDE.

You know nothing bout my ancestry, character or personal hygiene
habits. Plus, I was POOPING. I didn’t have time to finish my um...
business and think up an appropriate rebuttal.


You nothing but a barking rabbit to me. Talk to the paw.



January 14th 2008 6:04 am
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Less enlightened people might call it "destroying the shrubbery." I call it
"X-Treme Peeing."



Mistaken Identities

January 6th 2008 7:28 pm
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Hey? HEY!


Oh. It’s just a lump of melting, dirty snow.

My bad.


Dog of the Day!

December 19th 2007 3:55 pm
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Well, I didn't win when I was a professional racing greyhound, but I am a WINNER on Dogster! I have had so much fun being Dog of the Day and getting to meet so many new pals. What cool doggies you all are.

Thanks everybody for the pawmails, rosettes, stars and special gifts. Thank you thank you thank you.

Happy Howlidays!

(and mom Susan)


Coffee's Letter to Santa - Take 4

December 17th 2007 11:07 am
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Dear Santa,

I can explain.




December 14th 2007 4:26 pm
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Author unknown

Twas the nite before Christmas when all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.

The children all nestled all snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap
Knew the dog was cold, but didn't care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Clause with eyes full of tears.

He unchained the dog once so lively and quick
Last year's Christmas present now painfully sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name
and the dog ran to him despite all his pain.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen.
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Let's find this dog a home where he will be loved by all.

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa had made one thing quite clear.
The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons.

In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing we missed
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him explain as he rode out of site,
"You weren't given a gift, you were given a life."

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