You are Loved!!!

There is a new craze on Dogster called "You Are Loved".
You need to pick 3 Dogsters who you think are fantastic and tell why you feel they are pawesome. Be sure and tell them how much they are loved with a p-mail or a rosette.

I was picked by two wonderful friends, Molly and Isabelle! *sends kisses*
It was really tough to pick only three pups, cause there are so many that I love so much!

#1 The Tater Tots because they are some of the dearest truest friends I am so lucky to have. We've been pals since I've joined and I couldn't be happier because of that!

#2 Lucy who has become such a wonderful new friend! We met thanks to a mutual love of fashion and it's blossomed into a great friendship! Plus, no one rocks a mohawk like Lucy! Too cute!

#3 Gadgit is sooo sweet and such fun to woof with! She and I met thanks to a shared interest in raw and a love for life!

I get to pick 3 more since I got picked twice! :)

#4 Amber has been a wonderful dear friend. She and her family are there for you! Thank you for being my friend.

#5 Alfie is super sweet and always fun to chat with. He's incredibly adorable and a wonderful friend.

#6 Molly has become another new friend that I love to woof with! She has great fashion sense and knows all the good sites to shop at!

There are sooooo many pups that I love and I wish I could pick tons more! It was too difficult choosing just 6(and normally you can only pick 3!). I just wanna tell all my pals out there that I love you all! *hugs all pals tightly*

Tag You're It!

I have been tagged by my sweet friends, Tucker and Birdie! Below are the rules of the game if I've tagged you:

(Hint: Copy and paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary and send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged or give them tons of bones!

1. Even though I'm small, I rule this house! Alpha dog all the way!
2. I like to try to turn the dog beds over when my big sis, Tidbit, is sleeping in them(difficult for me to do since I'm so much smaller than she is)
3. I love treats! I don't like to eat my food as much, though. :P
4. I loooove my mommy best! Daddy is ok, but I will usually run to mommy if I have the choice.
5. I like to play with our cat, Harley.
6. I like to be carried, but I hate kisses on the top of my head. I'll grumble and growl if you try it.
7. I like to steal toys from Tidbit. It's fun to make her mad. BOL!

And the pups I choose to tag are:
1.Cheech: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/470945
2.Mia: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/394167
3.Gadgit: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/322886
4. Gizmo: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309542
5. Penny Ann: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/386261
6. Pudgy: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/176049
7. Brutus: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/176902

Play with me!!!!

Tidbit is soooo boring. She never wants to play with me and she obsesses over one toy for far too long. She says I steal her toys from her, but I consider what I do a service. This dog will otherwise play with the same old toy over and over again leaving it spit sodden and grotty. She will sit in her crate like a bump on a log if I don't come in and harrass her into chasing me. Is my big sister a giant stuffed animal herself or a dog?!? Hello! Move! Play with me! Geez Louise! She will only play with mommy or daddy or people who come to visit. What's the deal with that?!? Am I not good enough for her? No, it can't possibly be that! In fact, perhaps she is intimidated by my sparkling personality and fearsome growls! She's so awestruck by my glowing aura that she feels that she can't possibly be good enough to play with me. Yes, that must be it. Ahhh...woe is me. It is a difficult thing to be so wonderful. Tidbit is still boring, though.

Hmmmm....chicken tastes like chicken. BOL!

Woohooo! I had a pawesome day today! First, I got to hang outside! It was so much fun running around in the backyard. Mommy stayed by my side the whole time, though. I think she was scared of something and she needed me to protect her. As if being outside wasn't fun enough, mommy gave me a raw chicken wing! Wowzers! I was sooo excited when I saw mommy carrying it out into the yard. As soon as she set it onto the patio, I grabbed it in my little mouth and headed for the patio doors so I could eat it inside. They wouldn't let me bring it in, though! Daddy and mommy just stood outside laughing at me as I waited impatiently at the door. I made little grumbling noises, but mommy just kept telling me to come over by her and eat outside. Eat outside?!? I thought she was crazy! I'm not a wild animal! I prefer to eat my meals in the comfort of the indoors. So, I kept running around with it in my mouth grumbling the whole time. Being the rude people that they are, they refused. So, I gingerly set my wing on the patio. It got dirty quickly and this annoyed me. I tried to lick and bite it, but the texture was very odd. It wouldn't mush up and fall apart like the wings I've had from the can! It wasn't shredded up either like the medallions I am used to. Arghhh! I was soo frustrated! I kept picking it up and dropping it again while staring at mommy and daddy for help. Finally, daddy reached down and pulled some pieces apart for me. I went to town on it then! RIP CHOMP CHEW! It was sooooo yummmmmmmmy! I wasn't able to make much progress after I picked off the pieces daddy had started for me so I picked up the rest and tried to bring it inside so I could hide it and finish it later, but they wouldn't open the door. After awhile, mommy decided she was hungry and tried to take it from me! Grrrr! I love my mommy, but no one comes between me and my wingie! Somehow she was able to wiggle it out. In my defense, I didn't have a very good grip on it. Anyhoo, mommy said I was a good girl and that tomorrow I would get another one! Yippppeeeee!

MY bed!!!!!!

I have made is clear---very clear---that the big bed is mine. Normally, I do not mind sharing my bed with my pack, but the other night was different. I was still mad at mommy for putting that awful liquid in my ear. Anyhoo, mommy was getting ready to sleep when I ran up to her head and pounced on her. I dug into her hair and growled. She picked me up and put me at the side of the bed and laid back down. Grrrr! I would not be so easily defeated. I ran up and sat on her face! Ha! Take that! How's about a bum in your face?!? She called me naughters and set me on the floor. How dare she put me on the floor!!!! Fuming, I ran up the steps onto my bed and started digging and pulling like crazy on the covers until it started coming off her. Put me on the floor why don't you?!? She bolted upright in the bed and grabbed hold of me asking(not in a very nice way, I might add) what on earth had gotten into me. I glared at her and grumbled in reply. Then she stuck me under the blankie and got up and left. Ha! I won! My bed! Unfortunately, my victory was shortlived because she returned with a new blankie which she wrapped tightly around her body before covering her head with her other pillow. Grrrrr....I decided to let her off easy this time and went to sleep myself. This is still MY bed, though!

What do you think you're putting in my ear?!?

Today started like any other. I slept in and lounged about for a bit before coming downstairs for brekkie. I had another scrummy meal of NV raw lamb medallion before trotting off to steal a toy from Tidbit. Then, the doorbell rang. *Woof! Woof! Woof* I ran to the door barking the alarm alerting mommy and Tidbit to the intruder outside. When mommy opened the door, I saw a friendly person holding a package! Oooh! Could it be new toys?!? Then, I noticed something odd. The package was small---really small, too small for toys. As she started opening it, I sensed that evil lurked in the bowels of that brown box so I kept my guard up as she began removing its contents. First, she pulled out a thin rectangular box. Hmmm..seems harmless. It was the next thing that got my worried. She pulled out a bottle with a little twist nozzle on top. Tibit saw it and immediately ran into her crate. Uh-oh. I wasn't too sure about what was going to happen, but from Tidbit's reaction, I knew I wouldn't like it. Mommy went upstairs and started doing stuff. I tried to shake off the feeling of impending doom and resumed playing with Tidbit's now abandoned toy. Mommy came down then and brought me into the bathroom and I realized I was getting a bath. OK. I don't like them, but I don't hate them either so I was ok with this. Feeling relieved that I was just getting a bath and nothing worse, I relaxed and for the first time even played a little in the water. After my bath, mommy dried me with a fluffy towel as usual. I started to jump out to play and run around like a psycho dog like I usually do when I noticed that mommy wasn't letting go of me. Then, I saw the bottle from the package. What was she going to do with that?!? She held me still and as she gently took my ear, panic set it. I squirmed and tried to get away. My croccodile thrash and turn technique failed me. Mommy held onto me. Then, she squirted cold liquid into my ears!!!! Grrrr! What the heck?!? I was sooooo mad! I grumbled and squirmed as she cleaned my ears! The torture! What did I do to deserve this?!? Anger does not even come close to describe what I was feeling. I will get this woman back. As soon as I was set free, I turned to glare at her and gave her a angry bark before running off. My only solace in all this was the fact that Tidbit endured the same torture I did.

Workout and a meal

So, yesterday, I was introduced to raw. I was not impressed. If I was to be fed these bland pucks again, I demanded a souped up, cooked, gravy laden meal. When mommy put my bowl down this morning, I was not impressed by scent from the little sprinkling of seasoning(and she couldn't fool me...it wasn't seasoning. I saw her get it out of a container of supplements) mixed in. It was intriguing, though, so I tried a bite. Shocked at surprisingly tasty it was, I ate it. I noticed Tidbit wasn't eating hers again so I excitedly ran to her bowl forgetting that I had a piece of food dangling out of my mouth. I let it fall to the floor so I could hurry up and get a bite of Tidbit's before she figures out that Mommy had doctored it up with something yummy! As I was taking a piece from her bowl, I noticed Tidbit sniffing near my bowl! Noooo! MY bowl! I dropped my piece on the floor and ran back over to my bowl. I grabbed another bite from my bowl and started to chew it when I realized that Tidbit might start eating from her bowl now so I ran back over and started to get yet another piece. But, my bowl was open again! Ack! What do I do?!? I did what any sensible dog would do. I quickly ran back and forth between the two bowls picking out as many pieces as I could dropping them on the floor between trips. Tidbit, presumably sensing my plan, began to nibble at one of the pieces I laid out on the the floor. Realizing my spoils were in danger, I immediately went to work eating them off the floor as quickly as I could. This was tough work. I will need to devise an alternate method of eating my meal that won't involve so much work.

Hmmm...are you sure there's food in my bowl?!?

Mommy introduced me to something new tonight--raw. She bought a bag of those Nature's Variety Frozen Raw Rabbit Medallions. I was very curious and anxious because I've read so many raves about raw from all my fellow pups here. I am the princess so naturally, mommy went out and bought this much woofed about food for me. Mommy was nice to shred mine into little Mugsy size pieces. I waited patiently for her to put my bowl down so I could indulge in the yummy new food. Well, it wasn't quite what I expected. I couldn't smell anything as I approached my bowl. I looked inside to make sure she didn't forget to put my food in my bowl and was surprised to see the little pieces in there. Hmmm...I decided to investigate further and picked up a piece. It was soft and had a nice meaty consistency, but it tasted like...well, like nothing so I dropped that piece on the floor. I went back to my bowl to try another piece(hopefully, this one would be flavored). This, too, had no scent and no flavor when I put it in my mouth. I wasn't going to chew on anything I couldn't smell or taste, so I dropped it and picked up another piece. I did this about 5 times before I realized that nothing in my bowl had any flavor in it!!!! How rude! Where was the seasoning? Am I supposed to like eating air?!? Is this supposed to be "pretend food"?!? Grrrrr! Soon, I noticed that Tidbit, my big sis, wasn't eating her food, so I greedily pranced over to her bowl. Now, any chance I get to eat from Tidbit's bowl is pawesome because it goes to show that I am indeed alpha dog and I can eat anyone's food. So, I ate some of hers. It seemed to be the same thing I was eating, but I didn't care. It was hers. So, I ate a few bites of her food. I don't think I really liked it, but I ate just to prove my point. After a few bites, I turned to my mommy and gave her a cold hard stare to let her know that tonight's dinner was subpar and she'd better soup it up, pour some gravy on it, or SOMETHING if she expects me to eat these bland little pucks again.

Do you mind?!?

As if I haven't been subjected to enough torture, my mommy decides to clip me "back there" today. Ummm...hello!!!! I don't go near your poop hole, do I?!? First off, I do not see why it is necessary for this woman to remove hair from that area. It is obviously growing there for a reason. Why fight nature? Secondly, I do not like people going back there!!!(remember the incident at the vet with the long skinny thingamajiggy that was stuck up my back end?!?) I tried to turn around and grab hold of the scissors, but mommy had a firm hold of me and I couldn't get to them. She then gently turned me back around and pulled my tail up. Then, she started to clip the fur around my bum. I was shocked and disgusted. Seriously, this woman needs a hobby. What makes her think I want to expose my poop hole?!? Now, every time I trot along happily with my tail up, I catch a breeze and I am fully exposed! Grrrrr! *walks angrily away with tail down*

Ok, I don't hate *all* dog food, I guess

I admit that I am picky. I have every right to be picky about what goes in my mouth. Just because I am a dog, doesn't mean that I am supposed to ignore my taste buds and settle for well...how should I put it...CRAP. I am very picky so I find most dog food crap. If my humans thought it was so appetizing, they would be eating it, too, wouldn't they?!? That's right! They would be chowing down on dog food instead of dumping it into my bowl before sitting down to their yummy homecooked human food dinner. Anyhoo, the last couple days, I've discovered that I like one type of dog food. It's canned, but it looks like real human food! There are whole chicken wings in it!!!! OMD! I love it soooo much. I would think it was real human food if mommy didn't pop it out of a can along with the other icky stuff in it. I do not touch the suspect looking pre formed cubes that come alongside my chicken(I am sorry but what meat in nature exists in cube form?!? We aren't living in Picasso Land here). I push those as far as possible to the other side of my bowl before eating. The chicken wings, however; *swoons* they are soooo yummmy! I have to have them warmed first, though, but wow. I can't believe I am saying this. I like dog food. *watches as pigs fly outside of window*