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A little insight from the dog's eye....

Ode to my not so fun summer...

Well, I have decided that summer is not my favorite season. It seems as though the humans are off & running a lot more in the summer than the winter. I know that the "she" does her best to bring me every where she goes; sadly, we apparently live in a not so friendly dog society. Although I did happen to hear that she is going to get a membership for the "dog park" in the next town over. Maybe that will bring with it a field day of fun times.

Today, I once again broke out of my crate. No one ever believes it when the "she" explains to them "the number" I have done to my crate. It's one of those "seeing is believing."

The time it takes me to break out of my crate: as long as it takes
The # of water bowls spilled while working on the great escape: countless
The look on the "she's" face as she pulls into the driveway and sees my cute little face lying paitently by the door: priceless

Aside from breaking out of my crate, I also chewed on the "he's" one and only pair of flip flops. (This, of course, resulted in rendering them useless) The "she" also had to break the news to him that I started chewing on his "Evelyn Wood - Speed Reading Course" book. What can I say...I was simply trying to relate to the humans when they say that there is nothing more enjoyable than digesting a good book! So, yes, I have been up to no good lately.

The end of the month is approaching which means I'll be taking a trip to the vet's for a "pet-a-cure" and my heartworm pills. The "she" is anxiously awaiting to find out if I've finally broken the 49 pound mark.

I'd happily paw some more...but like I said, it's summer and there's not a whole heck of a lot going on...in my world that is...

Pawed by,
One very bored and restless
Carmen Von Woofer

Holidays Smolidays...

Can we finally move past this whole "July 4th" thing? After all, how many bbq's and rounds of fireworks do the humans actually have to take part in? I'm not used to the crate. I'm always with the "she" and since they have been gone night after night this week I've spent more time behind what I perceive as "the bars." Yes, I know the routine - in the crate with my squeeky toys and a few treats. (which I still refuse to eat while they are gone) This morning I was SO sure they were going to leave me again I ran and hid under the Jeep the minute she detached me from my run. I was all ready to show her. Silly human attempted to crawl under the Jeep to get me. I'm truly beside myself - I don't mind fireworks at all. In fact, one night this week the "she" and I were out playing ball in the front yard and there were fireworks going off all around me and I had no issues whatsoever. (Alright, I did race around the yard and grab all of my squeek toys one by one and carried them to "safety" on the front porch.) Aren't the holidays about spending time with those we love? Well, I'm not feeling the love this week. Alright, I'll stop complaining....I'm starting to sound more and more like "she".

The good news is I met a new dog this week. Her name is Dakota and she is a beautiful Husky. We hit it off immediately. I also had the opportunity to play with Shasta, (my fur cousin) Obi, and Snoopy.

Wait...one more rant. I think the underlying issue here is: summer. There is so much to do and so much going on and so many places are just not "dog friendly" ....can we go back to 10 below? Those were the days.

I think I'm just grouchy tonight.....

Pawed by,
One irritated Carmen Von Woofer

Do you think I could make bald beautiful?

With temperatures soaring to 105 in parts of New Hampshire today, I'm about ready to ask the "she" to take it off. Take it all off. Who needs fur? On days like this, I find it to be nothing more than overrated. When I was summoned to my crate this morning I didn't even try to break out. I figured that curling up in an air conditioned house would be much better than trying to exert too much energy in breaking out. So not only did I get a skimpy breakfast (in light of the humans pending beach plans) I had to spend a few hours alone in my crate. Actually I take that back, alone would have been o.k. but in this house, one is never alone. There is always 3 meowing felines lingering. If only I had the ability to open doors, I would have let them out 6 months ago.

I'd happily paw out some more fascinating tidbits of my day but it's pretty hard to scrounge up anything positive - let alone fun - when several of your hours are spent behind black bars...in a little black box that the humans refer to as a crate.

Pawed by,
One sweaty Carmen Von Woofer