A Common Day in My Doggie Life.

Yikes!!! Christmas is almost here.....

OMD!!!!! This year is almost gone....so fast I didn't even realized it was almost Christmas time again! It's been a difficult year fur many of us, yup, the economy (whatever that means) has been hitting our pawrents, and they have been showing their sad and worried expressions all year long *rolls eyes*.

They should try to learn a from us, you gotta live one day at a time, just enjoy each day as if there was no more, be happy and give love....unconditional love. Learn the true meaning of furiendship, and keep looking forward cos the following day will always be the best, trust me....*smile*

I'm happy to see that we're soon going to celebrate Baby Jesus' Birthday again, it's such a special time of the year....Yes Diary, I love Christmas Season, and I know you do too.

~•And the angel said unto them, "Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, Which shall be to all people. "For unto you is born this day in the city of David A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, Lying in a manger.
St. Luke 2:10-12~

9-11....I wasn't even born.

My Mom has told me about a terrible tragedy where many, many lives were lost. She says we should never forget and that we should always pray to honor the lives that were taken in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania on that horrible day, and the truly indomitable spirit of America we have seen in the days since 9/11/01.

‘MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL’

You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say ‘Good-Bye.’ I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, ‘Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK..I am ready to go.’

I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn’t coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. ‘I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!’ I said.
‘Of course I will show you the way home – only
believe in Me now.’

I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.

I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan .
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name – though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.

Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn’t hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; ‘Come to Me… this way… take
my hand.’ Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You
may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me?

Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
‘ready to go.’

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God

Fourth of July!

Happy Anniversary to my Country!!!!!

And Happy 4th of July to my American furiends!!!!

Yes, Diary, it's the Birthday of our loved country, let us celebrate without furgeting all those who sacrifice and even give their live fur us to live in freedom and peace. I Love America!!!!!

The Land of Liberty
by Author Unknown

I love my country's pine-clad hills,
Her thousand bright and gushing rills,
Her sunshine and her storms;
Her rough and rugged rocks, that rear
Their hoary heads high in the air
In wild, fantastic forms.

I love her rivers, deep and wide,
Those mighty streams that seaward glide
To seek the ocean's breast;
Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales,
Her shady dells, her flow'ry dales,
The haunts of peaceful rest.

I love her forests, dark and lone,
For there the wild bird's merry tone
I hear from morn till night;
And there are lovelier flowers, I ween,
Than e'er in Eastern lands were seen,
In varied colors bright.

Her forests and her valleys fair,
Her flowers that scent the morning air--
All have their charms for me;
But more I love my country's name,
Those words that echo deathless fame,
"The Land of Liberty."

GOD BLESS THE USA!!!!!!

A personal close encounter.....

OMG Diary, I've had the most unsual experience of my life...wanna know what happened? ok then, better sit down cos it's kinda weird my furiend. This morning, as usual, my Mom got up and the furst thing she did was help me get my harness on so I could go out to the backyard to do my business. Well, Mommy was so sleepy she was taking longer than usual, "hurry up Mom....I gotta go, gotta go....", she finally found her slippers and hooked my leash on, then...."the keys?...where are the keys?....", "OMD!!!!!!...hury up Mom"... It was pretty early and the sun was just starting to show. Finally the keys, and out we went....I usually go under the bushes (a guys needs some privacy you know....), so there I went, and all of the sudden when I just got to raise my paw....yikes!!!! a pair of dark eyes right in front of me......."Mommmm!!!!!!!, there's SOMETHING watching me....I think it could be an alien"....My Mom finally opened her eyes, I think she was sleepwalking, and saw it too, she was speechless and pulled on me real hard...."OMG Brandy, leave it alone, let's get back inside, it might not be friendly" , "but Mom I would love to get a good sniff of an alien", "No, no, Brandy, come on leave it alone"and she just dragged me inside......

Geeesh Mom, I lost the opportunity of communicating with an extraterrestial creature...can you believe this Diary? My Mommy's so paranoic, what did you say? oh you wanna know how the creature looked like? just a second pal, I got Mom's camera and took him a picture thru the backyard window, here take a good look of an ALIEN, you might never get the chance of seeing one face to face like I did:

Mr. Possum's in my backyard...

Now, what do ya think? Weird right?....

Sad Sunday.

I won't be able to write much Diary. I just gotta a call from Nikki letting me know that my good furiend, my sweet pal Duncan has left us. Yes he went to The Bridge, and this was so sudden, so shocking I feel like if it was all a bad dream.

Duncan was such a nice guys, he always made me laugh, and now.....Oh Dog...I'm gona miss him so.

This is such a sad day Diary, my furiend's family must be devastated.
How did it happen you ask....well it seems like it was a terrible accident. You should go to his page and leave some thought fur his family too, I just did.

Duncan pal, just be happy buddy and keep watching over your loved ones. We will meet again when our time comes, till then I know you'll make other angels smile just like you did to me.

My friend Duncan is an angel now

Love ya Duncan

To Duncan

Best Woofday ever!!!!!!! Thank you all.

Thanks!!!!

Wow!!! this has been such a pawsome Birthday, yes Diary, I never thought it would be like this….I’m so excited and moved by all the wonderful gifts, messages and sweet birthday wishes received from all of my furiends.

I would like to mention all of them but it would be impawsible without letting someone out by mistake. I don’t want that, I just want every one of them to know I really appreciate everything they did/sent, specially the love and warmth received from them during this special occasion, and every second of my life since I came to Dogster fur the furst time. I'm keeping you all in my furry pommie heart.

Thanks Dog fur all my furiends, Bless them all.

Ok, I did it again!!!!

Well,.....you know me well, right? Do it once, will do it again, bol.....

This morning when Mommy got up and went to brush her teeth she passed by a little, cute, tiny, spider at the wall, almost reaching the floor, so she didn't pay much attention to it cos she says they don't harm anyone and they help get rid of insects. Well, everything seem to be just fine,..Mom kept on doing her stuff and getting read to work,while I was quitely laying at the bathroom floor, when....I suddenly turn my head to the side and..."what is that? I tawtt I taw an itzi bitzy spider...", bol....Mmmmm...it seemed so lonely, sad, and..yummy! Slrrppp....gone it is.... "BRAAAANDYYYY..." Mommy's sweet voice screamed....sorry Mom, it's to late now, it's on my tummy, gone fur good *smiles*


Yes, I'm a spider eater....what can I do????? *winks*

Did you know that.....

The latin name for the domestic dog is "Canis Lupus Familiaris"(that's a mouthful!) bol.....

Well, it's true, we all descend from the wolf. Our majestic antecesor is the same fur all of us, pomeranians, chihuahuas, shepperds, huskies, terriers, ....ALL. I'm so proud to have wolf genes in me, my Mom says I'm a big wolf in a small body, bol....know why?, because I howl and I even growl in my dreams, he, he, he..... I wake up Mommy and she has to touch me softly to make me stop, BOL.....

Can't you see the resemblance?

Great Wolf Spirit

Brandy III a/k/a Little Wolf Spirit

SO THIS IS WHAT CHRISTMAS REALLY MEANS.....

You know Diary, I’ve been asking my Mom fur the story on how “The Child” was born, and she promised to sit down and tell me as soon as she had a bit of time. Finally, last night she put aside all her household chores and taking me on her lap she started like this:

“My little boy” (….com’on Mom, Geez, I’m a married guy….) “this is what we really celebrate: The Birth of a Babe, Jesus our Lord”. And she kept on with the story, as I can remember, more or less it went like this:

THE STORY OF THE NATIVITY - "The Birth of a Babe"

A magnificent brightness lit up the sky when an angel appeared to Mary, a young pure women, who was engaged to be married to Joseph.
The angel then announced that she was going to have a baby.

"That's impossible for I am not yet married," answered Mary.

"This baby will be very special. He will be the Son of God."

Although Mary did not fully understand she agreed to the Word of God. She was devout.

Some months later Mary and Joseph were married. When it was near to her time they traveled to Bethlehem but found it very crowded. Not a room was available. Then one kind man noticing how tired and heavy with child she was offered them the use of a stable.

Gentle animals - cows, donkeys, lambs and poultry, and maybe a dog and a cat - greeted them.

During the night Mary's boy child was born. She wrapped the baby Jesus in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger cushioned with hay. The animals cows, donkeys, lambs and poultry, and maybe a dog and a cat peered into the manger and with their constant breathing kept the baby warm while Mary slept.

Out in the countryside beyond Bethlehem the bright light that appeared in the sky was seen by some shepherds tending their flocks.

They became frightened until an angel appeared and told them not to be.

"I have great news. A child has been born in a stable in Bethlehem who will save all the world."

They were amazed and decided to go and see this 'Savior' for themselves. With their flocks they arrived at the stable and gazed down in wonderment at the baby Jesus. They then set off to relate this happy event to all in the area.

"Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace to men who enjoy his favor."

The shepherds returned to the hills glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen; it was exactly as they had been told.

Mary treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart.

That same bright light had been seen by three wise men in the East. They knew a great king had been born.

A star lead them to Bethlehem and to the baby Jesus.

The three wise men entered the stable to worship the baby, and they gave him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.

So NOW I understand…....this is what it's really all about, this is a time fur giving, a time fur sharing, a time to love. Thanks Mum! I love ya!

The Nativity

Merry Christmas my dear friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes!......I'm back!!!!!

Hello Diary......I finally got back home this morning. Let me tell you, I had a ball at Jorge's house, I played with Barbie, ran in their backyard, got spoiled rotten by the girls.....but there's nothing like home.

I missed my sweet wife, my Mommy, you, and all my good furiends here in Dogster.

Let me tell you that my Mum and I are so grateful to all the furs and their families who prayed fur my furless brother Angel's wellness. His surgery went great and he's back home, they sealed his mouth and will have to keep it like that fur 8 weeks, can't talk, he, he, he, and he can only have liquids or furry soft foods (like baby food), but thanks Dog he's feeling fine.

My Mom and I want to thank everyone fur their prayers, thoughts and good wishes. Once more the Power of the Paw and Faith does work.

Yeah, it's good to be back.....
THANKS SO MUCH FUR YOUR PRAYERS
Bless you all

I'll be away from home.

Yup, I’ll be staying at my furless brother’s house fur a week, why?.....well, because my Mom has to travel to Puerto Rico. No it’s not a pleasure trip Diary, she has to go since my other furless brother, Angel, had an accident at work. He has 2 fractures and will be getting surgery next Friday. I sure hope he does ok, a little prayer from you would do good you know?

I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, I’m sure you’ll miss me too Diary.

I’m gonna be missing my Mom so much, and my sweet wife, OMD! am I going to miss Nikki…….

I’ll see ya when I come back next week, ok?

Take care, and be good, remember, Santa Paws is watching, Ho. ho, ho…….

Tail wags,
Brandy III (not so happy pup)

I Give Thanks.

My Mommy found this poem and I thought I should dedicate it to all my wonderful furiends on this Thanksgiving Day:

I’m Thankful for You

Thanksgiving is the appointed time
for focusing on the good in our lives.
In each of our days,
we can find small blessings,
but too often we overlook them,
choosing instead to spend our time
paying attention to problems.
We give our energy
to those who cause us trouble
instead of those who bring peace.
Starting now,
let’s be on the lookout
for the bits of pleasure in each hour,
and appreciate the people who
bring love and light to everyone
who is blessed to know them.
You are one of those people.
On Thanksgiving,
I’m thankful for you

By Joanna Fuchs



HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I got my first Xmas Card!!!!

Woo-hoo......I just received my first Xmas card this year, and you know who sent it????? Nah, you wont be able to guess Diary, it came from CANADA...can you guess now? Yes! you are right it's from my good furiend My furiend Murphy and his Auntie C. OMD! I was so happy when my Mom brought it from the mail box, they are such nice furiends, I really love them furry much, thanks so much Murph and AC, you are the best!

This is the prettiest Xmas card I ever got
My Xmas card!!!!
Thanks so much, this reminds me the real meaning of friendship. Love ya guys,
Brandy III

Social Friday morning.

Well, we finally got to it….. it’s Friday again *twirls*….what do you mean what’s up with Friday?...let me tell ya, Friday means that fur the next 2 days my Mom will be home, and we get to spend some quality time together *winks*.

Yup, I love Fridays, and talking ‘bit Fridays, this morning seemed to be official social doggie day, when I went out fur a walk, all my neighbors where out too, woo-hoo…., it seems that since it’s such a beautiful, sunny, cool day everybody wanted to go fur a walk. My two West Highland Terrier backstreet neighbors passing by, they are really cute, but not too social, Nina , the cute and shi, little Shi Tzu, and…..
MY golf course

who's that beautiful golden blonde, at the gold course....Mmmmm, a BIG! girl which I’d never seen before. OMD! she saw me furst and it seems she was eager to meet me…..my Mom had seen her and was petrified, such a huge unleashed dog, she thought she might wanna have me fur breakfast….BOL! com’on Mom, you know I don’t care ‘bout size *wink, wink*

And the I saw her, OMD! and she’s coming my way! My heart started beating so hard, I was so excited, someone to play with, oh gosh!, this day is starting so great…..
She just got to me and tried to sniff me, but I just wanted to reach her face so I had to stand in my back legs and start doing my funny dance, she was smiling to me, suddenly she started to lean down with her tail up, she backed a little and tried to jump at me, yippee, she likes to play, wow, this is what I need a feisty furiend to play with…..we jumped a little, back and forth, bumped a couple of times…BUMP!, OUCH!, that’s ok, it didn’t hurt, I’m fine!.....I could see my Mom panicking, and I could hear her heart bumping in her chest, she was about to get a stroke, and then that was it, she said: “well, we gotta go, I gotta go to work, come Brandy, we need to go, say goodbye”. And that was the end of it, “but Mom, we are having so much fun…” “we gotta GO!”, she said, and then I knew it was all over *whines*, I said good bye to the pretty blonde without even knowing her name….”Bye girl, it was a pleasure, hope we meet again”. She just lay down on the cold course wet grass watching how my Mom dragged me behind her.
Gosh Mom, I wish you weren’t so overprotective….*rolling eyes*

Yes they do!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heyyyy.....I'm back Diary. Yes, you are right, I'm happy, remember that I was so sad and worried 'bout my little fish? Well, one of my best furiends,
Flicka
wrote to me and he said this:
"They swim in the stream that passes under Rainbow Bridge !!!" ....
Fishy

OMD! Thanks so much Flicka, you are a great pal, now I know where my little Yin-Yin is. Now I know he must be happy with other angel fishies, and when my time comes I'll know where to look fur you Yin-Yin.

The Bridge

Be happy little furiend,

Fishy

Brandy III

Do fish go to Heaven?

Diary you have always been here to listen to all my concerns, you have even helped me figure out somethings I couldn't understand. Well, maybe this time you can help me clarify my thoughts.

Ok, ok, I'm gonna let you know what it's all about, just take it easy. It's hard fur me you know,....do you remember my fish brother? yes, the little, pretty, blue and red betta,... well, he's no longer with us *sad expression*....no, he didn't move....and that's not funny. He just left this world. One day last week, Mom didn't find him in his fish tank and she finally saw him, he was laying inside his little castle, not moving at all. Yes!, he died, grrrrr, you don't have to be so specific you know.....

Ever since I have been thinking 'bout this, do fishies go to The Rainbow Bridge too? Do they go to our same Bridge or do they swim to a special Fish Bridge? I wonder, how do they get there, they can't stay out of water right? My Mom said that all creatures go to Heaven or to The Bridge, specially if they have been good. My fishy was really good, he never complaint or whined, he was always quiet and he never begged to be fed. He was so pretty and his tail was furry bushy, just like mine. I think he must be with other fishies now,.... and do you think they get wings too? I sure hope they do, pretty colored wings,....yeah, that would be furry nice.

Pretty Yin Yin

I sure miss ya Yin-Yin, you were such a cool fish.....hope we can meet again someday (not too soon though.....)

Tagged!

Ok, this is what happened:

I've been tagged by Venus, Foxy, and little Kiki, I love all these girls but since I've been a little busy lately I won't be able to tag others, but any way I wanna Give Thanks fur all my furiends here in Dogster, you are the best guys, and I feel blessed to have you around, thanks fur your furiendship, I love you all.

Love my friends

I am to write 7 facts about me:

Here are 7 facts about meself:

1. I am a compulsive licker. All kinda kisses, includingnFrench , BOL!

2. I like love to take long walks with my Mom with nice stops to rest on wet grass.

3. I need to be "fixed" as soon as pawsible, whatever it means.

4. I love to nap on Mommy's lap while she watches TV.

5. I love little children, other people and other dogs.

6. I follow mom everywhere she goes. Even to the bathroom.

7. I was a Birthday present to my Mom from my furless brothers, Jorge and Angel. Isn't this nice?

I ate a spider.........

Yes, I did...... Remember the song?:

Spider

The eensy weensy spider
Crawled up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the eensy weensy spider
Crawled up the spout again.

Well, I swallowed the little guy....BOL! my Mom was terrified, she said the spider would be crawling up my throat again.....yeah right!....she can't,...I crunched it....he, he, he....

How did it happen? you really wanna know?....ok, I'll tell you, I was in the kitchen watching every Mommy's move, I sat down right beside the kitchen cabinets door, suddenly I turned to my left side, and......hey.......there it was....an itsie bitsie spider on the door....Uhmmm...I got curious and placed my nose really close to take a sniff......it didn't smell like anything else....one more sniff....oh, it moves....how cute, come here little thing, sniff, and chomp.....gotcha......
Mom screams...I got scared and GULP! swallowed...sorry Mom you freaked me out. I only hope the little fellow didn't have any family, BOL! *head down in shame* Sorry 'bout that.

It's raining.

Yup Diary, it's been raining since last night....I really don't like rain much since I can't take long walks, in addition to getting my belly and my paws wet whenever I go out to do my business. It's been a quite day, Mom's also staying home, that I love, so at least I'll get the chance to nap on her lap while she watches some TV.

Ok, Halloween's gone, it sure was a fun month, lots of furs wearing their costumes, and lots of pawties. Yes, we did had a great time, and now it's November, Thanksgiving Day will soon be here.

I wonder, why do hoomans say there's a special day to give thanks, don't you think we should be giving thanks every day of our lives?

Yeah, you are so right, and this time I agree with you pal. We have to be grateful fur all the things we have, fur our friends, fur the good time, and the not so good ones, fur our family, fur the ones we met, even when they might not longer be here with us, we gotta give thanks fur each and every breath we take, we gotta Give Thanks fur Life.

Yup, every minute, every second of our lives we gotta say: "Thank You Lord", fur what we have and what we don't have.

I gotta run Diary, it's time fur a nice nap.

Blessings to my family and to all my dear furiends!

Mom's the best!!!!!!!

My Mom just posted the following note on our fridge:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our
Pets.

1.They live here. You don't.

2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it 'fur'niture')

3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Yours truly,
A Proud Pet Parent

Isn't my Mom great???????

Time to get back......

Thursday- Our day starts

Wow, good morning sweetie. Slept like a log, BOL!
Peace Lodge Cabin

Gotta get up honey.....yup this is sure a nice room, I know.....hey, there's someone at the door baby.....who is it darling?......OMD!....

Knock, knock, scratch.....

We gotta get dressed & get ready to sail back to Limon, let's go get some breakfast baby.

Honey *Nikki's voice* look what I found right outside the door.....can we keep it?.....

Can we keep it??????

After breakfast we say our last goodbye to Arenal Volcano and its marvelous sight.

Arenal Volcano behind us

It's almost 11am and we start to sail back. We find such a wonderful weather on our way back, shinning sun, beautiful ocean, great winds which will help us get back on time. Woo-hoo......

Back to Limon

Nice weather

Hey, are those the same dolphins who brought us to Tortuguero????They are our sea angels......they are making sure we get back safe.

Old friends

Almost there.

Finally we get to Cozumel right to time to leave our love boat and get our flight back home.

Limon, just in time...

This sure was a dream trip..........Thank You Lord.

Flying back home.

Our next adventure starts today.

Wednesday -Once more, way before sunrise, our day begins.
Good Morning!!!!

Today's adventure starts with Ben, our driver/guide taking us thru an scenic drive to Arenal Volcano, stopping en route at La Paz Waterfall Gardens for an up close view at a system of 5 different waterfalls.

Hiking.

Here get the chance to enjoy the cool waters of some beautiful waterfalls, we take a short rest to have a quick lunch.

This water sure is cold.

Let's have lunch.

After lunch we resume our trip to Arenal Volcano National Park . Suddenly we get an impressive view of this "giant which rumbles" and erupts with spectacular displays of vapor and lava. What a view!!!!

OMD!!!!! look at that....

This afternoon we enjoy a hike with our guide inside the Arenal National Park , we travel through the rainforest with its dense vegetation and majestic trees, where monkeys, tropical birds, and other creatures can frequently be seen.

Look honey a Coati!

Ben introduced me to a new friend.

Smile honey, it's just a picture.

We continue over a cold blocky lava flow from Arenal Volcano that formed in 1992, and provides panoramic vistas of the volcano, forests, mountains and Arenal Lake.

Sitting on lava....incredible.

Hello little guy...

We’ll spend the night at Peace Lodge, and since everything comes to an end, we'll be geting ready fur our trip back home.

Time to get some rest.

Tuesday.

We spent Monday night and the following night at the Turtle Beach Lodge. It's an incredible place where you feel as if you could stay here furever.

Nice room

The beach is extraordinary, white sands and crystal clear waters.

White sands, pretty creatures

This is fun!

With all day thru access to foods and drinks we might have gain a few pounds, we couldn't stop trying every different exotic dish we saw, BOL!

Yummy.....

This is life......

The area of Tortuguero is rightfully called “The Amazon of Costa Rica” because access is only by boat on Jungle Rivers, privacy is quite appropriate fur honeymoon couples, we felt in heaven.

Nice ride under the sun.

Rest, sun, sea.......and the best of company......LOVE!

So this is Love.....

Tomorrow we will be heading to visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens, they say it's a pawsome place we can't miss. We'll let you know.....

First stop.

Our destiny.

1st Stop, Monday morning -the port city of Limon before continuing our trip to reach Tortuguero. There a small boat and a tour guide where already waiting fur us to continue our trip thru the canals lining the Atlantic Coast to the Tortuguero Canals through 50 km of tropical rain forest.

Early noon we arrive at Tortuguero. We had a quick lunch and after a boat trip of 2 hours thru canals and lagoons of the Tortuguero National Park, we expected to see sea creatures, beautiful birds, monkeys and sloths….and we did.....

They wanna play!!!!

Tortuguero, Costa Rica, which can be translated as Land of Turtles, is a village on the Northern Caribbean coast of Costa Rica in the Limón Province.

Private Beach.

The beaches around Tortuguero are key nesting sites for many of the world's most endangered species of sea turtle.
From late June to early October the prime turtle season brings thousands of Atlantic Green Sea Turtles to the beaches of Tortuguero...

Big turtle

As the boat turns off of The Canal of Palms and winds down a narrow private canal you can feel the jungle closing around you. Its Turtle Beach Lodge canal which has been described as “a million dollar entrance.” Caimans and colorful lizards scurry for safety into the water and birds cry out a greeting.

Beutiful birds

We’ll spend the night and following day at the Turtle Beach Lodge, before resuming our tour, this time to La Paz Waterfalls Gardens.

Kiss.

New friends.

Love the sea

Our dream trip!!!!!!!!!

Saturday night we fly from Dog Park Playground & Pawty Place to Cozumel, Mexico, where our sail boat is waiting fur us.

1st Day -Sunday before sunrise we sailed South thru the Southern Caribbean Coast to our destination. The sea, magnificient as always, we're getting furry nice winds but calm sea,which gives us the opportunity to watch a playful dolphin, swimming in front of our boat, just like as if he was leading the way fur us to reach our final destination safe. .......An incredible sight!!!!!

The beginning

Sailing South

OMD! look at that!

I'm so furry nervous!!!!

Hello Diary, only 2 more days pal.....I'm going nuts. Don't laugh at me Diary, I really nervous you know.
Tonight we had our final rehearsal, yes, everything went great. I know, I shouldn't worry but I can't help it, I'm a natural born anxious pom.

I'm so tired pal, I better go to bed. I'll bark at you tomorrow ok?
Good night furiend *yawns*,
Sleep well....

Just a few days....

Yup, just a few days till our wedding......OMD! can you imagine Diary? Me a married pup?.......yeah, I know, it's a big, big responsibility. But I know I'll be able to carry it with success, I'll make my sweet princess the happiest furgirl in Dogster. I know I said Dogster.....this is our world pal, here we rule,...... hoomans world????, well that's something else. There we have just to look cute, bark and share our time and space with our furless family. No...., I'm not complaining.....NO!, I'm not whinning either, I love my furless family, I would give my life fur any of them, you know that. But here, in our doggie world things are different, our fantasies can become real, and our dreams can come true.

I know you don't understand Diary, it's difficult fur you being a Diary. It would be to me to if I tried to understand Diaries' World.

What? you laughing????? But it's true, the beauty of Dogster is that everything's pawsible, and that we can learn the real meaning of furiendship, love and compassion here.

Besides, my Mommy also loves it, she has met so many wonderful hoomans here, who also share her passion, and love fur us fur- creatures.

Yeah, Mom is another Dogsterholic, and I love it.
Well, gotta run, have lots of things fur the wedding that still need to be done *runnning*

See ya Diary, remember Oct. 11, 5pm, you gotta be there too,
*Zoom....*

See our wedding page.

Our Page

Ahoy me Diary! Today, September 19, is International Talk- Like a Pirate Day, matey.

So I thought I'd share with ye the Top Ten Ways A Pirate Is Greener Than Your Average Landlubber over a jug o' grog:

(10) Pirates used rain barrels on deck to collect drinking and washing water

(9) Pirates recycled and reused bottles for their rum, passing messages and as weapons in bar brawls. Then they went back for refills.

(8) Pirates spent as little time on land as possible, helping avoid spreading invasive species

(7) Pirates commuted less and bought local. While merchant vessels carried goods far and wide, pirates took what was nearby, supporting local towns and pubs.

(6) Pirates repaired things instead of buying new versions. They mended sails and damaged ships instead of upgrading immediately. When they did upgrade, they generally "bought" used.

(5) Pirates were kinder to animals (parrots, monkeys) than they were to people.

(4) Pirates kept it simple, from what they wore to how they navigated. No need to launch expensive satellites into space for GPS units to work when the stars are right above your head.

(3) Pirates went paperless. Their codes were generally not written down, because they might be incriminating. Most of their contracts were verbal.

(2) Pirates used wind power to sail the seas

(1) Pirates rarely bathed - that's water conservation for ye.

Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!

She's not my cousin!!!!!!!!!!

OMD! I just found out that Barbie's not my cousin.....All my life 2 1/2 years already, I've thought that Barbie, yes the one in the pic on my page, was my little cousin.......well, I just learned from my Mom that she's not. Here's the explanation to this shocking reality.

You know my Mom had 3 sons, Luis, already in Heaven, Angel, living in Puerto Rico, and Jorge. Well, if I'm Mom's little baby then that makes Angel and Jorge my furless brothers, right? Everything's fine up to here, well Jorge is Barbie's Dad....fine,.....since I'm Jorge's furbrother, that makes me Barbie's uncle, right??????? OMD! Barbie is my niece!!!!!!

How's that Diary? I have a nice!!!!! Wait till Barbie finds out, now I can get some respect when I go over to her house. Yipee!!!!!

9-11 Let's not Forget.

I wasn't born when this tragedy stroke my Country but My Mom told me,...... and we both cried.

She even told me about all those lives lost and all those heroes, some already gone, that risk or even gave their lives to help others in disgrace. Mom says pain gets souls to embrace each other no matter, age, color, religion or even species.
I wanna share this, one of so many, stories of a fur who was willing to risk everything in order to safe others. Here it is:

~ ~ ~ NOT ALL HEROES ARE PEOPLE ~ ~ ~

James Crane worked on the 101st floor of Tower 1 of the World Trade Center . He is blind so he has a golden retriever named Daisy. After the plane hit 20 stories below, James knew that he was doomed, so he let Daisy go, out of an act of love. She darted away into the darkened hallway. Choking on the fumes of the jet fuel and the smoke James was just waiting to die. About 30 minutes later, Daisy comes back along with James' boss, who Daisy just happened to pick up on floor 112.

On her first run of the building, she leads James, James' boss, and about 300 more people out of the doomed building. But she wasn't through yet, she knew there were others who were trapped. So, highly against James' wishes she ran back in the building.

On her second run, she saved 392 lives. Again she went back in. During this run, the building collapses. James hears about this and falls on his knees into tears. Against all known odds, Daisy makes it out alive, but this time she is carried by a firefighter. "She led us right to the people, before she got injured" the fireman explained.

Her final run saved another 273 lives. She suffered acute smoke inhalation, severe burns on all four paws, and a broken leg, but she saved 967 lives. The next week, Mayor Guilaini rewards Daisy with the Canine medal of Honor of New York . Daisy is the first civilian Canine to win such an honor.

I hope you enjoyed this story. I thought it was pawstastic.

Can you be happy and sad at the same time?

Well it seems I can. Yup, diary, I'm feeling happy and relieved because apparently Ike is not gonna hit us down here, we were really worried since it is such a strong storm. My Mom was kinda nervous because we live all by ourselves, I told her that I would take care of everything, that I would be besides her to protect her and console her, she shouldn't be afraid. Besides, He always Hears our prayers and would keep us from harm. But, you know my Mom, she so paranoid. Let me tell you, just between you and I, I was furry much concerned about the safety of all who live down here, this storm seemed like a huge monster to me.

Anyway, today we are so grateful that it went far South, and it seems we will only be getting lots of rain fur at least 3-4 days, not that I like this, but less is best. So I would say I'm furry happy fur us.

Yes, I know I said I was also sad and concerned, and I am. There's all those poor humans and animals living in Haiti, Cuba, and other small islands in the Caribbean, at least I've seen in the News 'bout all the suffering and disgrace they had with Gustav and now this mean Ike is gonna hit them again real hard. Gosh, this is so terrible, so sad.
Now you understand Diary?, yes, one can be happy and sad at the same time.

Let's pray fur all fur and furless creatures who have been and who will be affected by the storms, our thoughts of wellness and blessings be with them all.

And let's pray that we don't see any more of those bad, ugly and mean storms around *bows head to pray*.

Long time ah?

Hello Diary, it's been a long time since I bark at you. I can see you no longer complain, you're such a good furiend, you understand me as anyone else.....well, except my Mom and my Nikki, of course. Ok, the thing is that I'm here and I'm gonna tell you 'bout these last days.

I've been quite busy pal, we are starting to work on the wedding, we are starting to work on the plans, organizing ourselves and looking fur clothes too. We already have the invitation, thanks to Foxy's Mom, you'll be getting yours by the end of the week or sooner, yes, of course, yours will be the first one we deliver....(OMD!, what did I say about complaining?.....) We have a few furiends giving us a paw, but I'm still getting a little anxious, time flies you know..... Yes, we have the wedding set fur Oct. 11, 2008, at 4PM (Dogster time), so set aside the date because you gotta be there.

Know what?, I won 2 second prizes this last week, one fur my cowboy pic and the other fur the twins pic, isn't this pawsome? Yeah, I know, gotta give some credit to my Mom, she's always looking fur new things fur me to wear, I Love You Mommy.

Not everything has been a rose garden, Nikki's Mom got sick and she's feeling real bad, she's in a lot of pain. Wish I could do something fur her, but I can only pray fur her wellness, poor Nikki she's so worried fur her Mom, would you pawlease say some prayers fur her too?

Also my little furiend Casper, what? you haven't heard?....where have you been Diary? Poor Casper needs an emergency heart surgery to survive, almost everyfur in Dogster is trying to do something to help his Mom get the money fur the surgery. Yeah, I know, we gotta have Faith and the Power of the Paw always works, you're right, we gotta keep our pawsitive thoughts and everything will be just fine.

Besides all this, we are praying fur all those furs and hoomans suffering from Gustav's, the hurricane, effects. We also gotta keep an eye on Hanna, that storm could even come our way. More prayers needed here my furiend.

Well, gotta go fur now pal, my Mom's home today and gotta spend some time with here, gonna snugle with here on the couch right now.
Take care Diary, I'll try to get back at you soon, promise....
Wags,
Brandy III

Wow!!!!!!!

Woo-hoo!!!!! *twirls excitedely* Morning Diary, I'm so happy I can't stop chasing my tail *does the pom dance*, yeah, you know already right?.....Yes!!!!!my furiend Kobe is back home, safe & sound...naughty boy, had us with our hearts in our throats, well I'm so happy and relieved he was found by good people, and mostly that he is back with his Mom, poor Lauren, yes that's Kobe's Mom name....duh...., she was loosing her mind. Now they are happy together again, yes like the song, (funny diary....). It's gonna be a good weekend after all.

Have you taken a look at my page today? No? well some kinda friend you are, go, run, take a look *tapping paws on the floor*.......
Did you see all those wonderful febreese collars I got?....yes those are from my pals, aren't they nice? That means lots of furs think of me ah? Have you thought of giving me one too?....Yeah right,....well go ahead and do it, what are you waiting fur?.....

Be back and check on you later Diary, have a nice Sunday pal.
Wags,
Brandy III

Sadness all around.

Yes my friend, I'm so furry sad. I'm know fur being a happy go lucky guy, but not today, not this las few days though. If you didn't hear my swet furiend Belle went to be with her Dad, she's now at the Bridge, I'm happy fur her, but at the same time sad fur her Mom. Well, time helps to ease the pain, or so I've heard.

In addition to this my good, loved, furiend Kobe is missing since last Thursday. It seem he got away whithout nobody noticing, yes I know, we are not supposed to get out without our Mom or Dad, but something must have happened and he just got out. His Mom is devastated, and so is is fursis Kiki. Can't imagine something like that happening to me, my Mum would be already dead from a heart attack.
Kobe's Mom is been so strong, she's doing everything possible and impossible to find him. So pawlease could you tell all you diary friends about this too? and do visit his page ID#50012 for all info.

Let's pray fur a while right now and keep hoping fur little Kobe to get back to us. *bowing heads in prayer*

Wedding plans and more....

Heyyy Diary, how’re you doing friend? Me?, I’m doing great pal, just starting to work on the wedding. Yes, I know, it’s gonna be a lot of work, but it’s worth it, I wanna give my girl the wedding of her dreams. My Mom and Nikki’s Mom will be helping us fur sure, and maybe some of our good furiends will be willing to give us a paw too.
What?, well, of course Diary, you can help us too, don’t know how, though….since you can’t move…well, maybe with your pawsitive thoughts and moral support, yeah, I think that’ll do it. Thanks Diary, I know you’re always there fur me.

Oh, I forgot to bark you about Nikki’s visit. OMD! it was pawsome, she came down with her pawrents and her fursisters and we had a great time. Yes, 4 pawsome days filled with fun, friendship and love. We even went to something called “beach” where I’ve never been before. It’s ok you know, the dirt was light colored instead of dark like the one we have at our backyard, no grass only little pieces of something my Mom said where “shells”, no furry good tasting though, and then there was this huge puddle which Mom says it’s called “the ocean”. It was warm, salty and furry wet, we even got into it fur a while. You should check on my page there’s a pic too. We really enjoyed our time together, but I was a little sad when they had to leave, I miss my sweetheart so much. Yes, you’re right, we can chat everyday and have some fun here in Dogster, Thanks Dog for Dogster!, and I’m anxiously looking forward to our wedding day. You gotta be there too, you are my best buddy, and of course, we want all our Dogster pals to share our special day too.

I’ll let you know the date pretty soon so you’ll reserve the day fur us. No excuses, ok?
See you around pal,
Brandy III

OMD!!!!!

Oh My Dog!.....I'm gonna see my Princess TODAY!!!!! She came down here to meet me and I'm going over to see her in half an hour!!!!!
Oh Lord I'm so excited......yes I know Diary I'm always excited (....wise guy...) but this time with a good reason, I'm meeting my girlfuriend face to face, isn't this wonderful? You would be excited too....by the way, are there female diaries too?

Well, gotta go now my Mom was to brush me and put a little doggy cologne on me, I'll let you know how it goes. Wish me luck, though I know she'll fall fur me as soon as she sees me, I'm iresistible, he, he, he.....

Woof! Bark later pal.
Brandy III

Am I changing?

Gotta tell you 'bout this Diary. Something strange is happening to me. I think I'm changing into something different.

Why?, well let me tell you 'bout last night. I usually don't get to sleep the whole night on Mom's bed cus she's afraid I might fall (I've fallen three times already), but I'm allowed to stay on the bed while Mommy watches TV, then when she turns the TV off she moves me to my doggy bed. Sometimes I stay so quiet that my Mom falls sleep and forgets to put me down. Last night was one of those nights, I was sleepy and so was Mom, I laid at the botton part of the bed, and Mom fell sleep without noticing I was there too. But....in the middle of the night my Mom was suddenly awaken by a strange, scaring sound......*Howwwwwlll......* "we have no wolves around this area, she thought.....OMG! Brandy, is that you sweetheart? Brandy wake up baby, you are howling!!!!! Brandy!!!" *touches me, no answer* "BRANDY!" she shakes me, I open my sleepy eyes....."what's wrong Mom?", "darling you were: Howling!". OMD, was I having a dream or am I turning into a wolf??????

Everybody knows I don't even know how to bark, so can you explain this to me Diary? How come I can howl? and in my dreams?.....
Well, just between you and me, I've always wished I could be a wolf, I admire those magnificent creatures, maybe as the saying goes: Be careful what you wish fur....cus you just might get it all.....

Owooooo..............

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!

Wow! This is a great day, don't you think Diary?

It's the USA Birthday!!!!! can you imagine? so much meaning fur us, our beautiful country, where we live can enjoy Liberty and Freedom fur all.

This is the day to give thanks to all of those who fought and still fight to keep our Nation as we know it today. Let's pray fur all of those who died while fighting fur our rights, let's pray that not many more have to give their lives fur us to live free.

Happy Birthday America!!!! I'm proud to live here!!!!


*******GOD BLESS AMERICA FOREVER!!!!, Amen*******

Recap

Hi Diary, yes, I know, I've been away fur too long.....again!!!!! I'm sorry pal, but lots of things happening that got me furry busy. Any way let me tell you breifly what's been going on around here.

First of all my little special furiend Babybear had to go back to surgery, yes, its seems some of the pins in his neck had gotten loose, and this can be furry dangerous. Lots of pups praying fur him, and rying to give him and his family emotional support and a bit of financial help too. Things seem to be getting better fur him after the vets did their job, I'm pawsitive he'll be making thru this too, he's been thru a lot already, but he's a fighter. Let's keep praying fur him and his family.

Then, this week, my sweet Nikki gave us a terrible time, she wasn't feeling well and she even stopped eating (knowning Nikki this really was a bad sign), her pawrents were terrified and rush her to the vet. It seems she had a small infection, was running some fever, the doc. gave her some meds and did some blood tests. The test results were not that bad but she has to keep taking her antibiotics and.......do some excersising! can ty believe this????well that's what the vet said.
Think I'm gonna train my sweetie a bit, yeah....some rollerskating, maybe some bike riding, running, swimming, surfing.....yeah, I'm gonna help her get fit., he, he, he.....

In addition to this I gotta start getting ready cuz in three weeks mty baby will be visiting me. Oh Boy! am I excited and anxious....I don't think I have to tell this to you, you know me well pal. I'm so nervous because I gotta look my best fur my sweetheart, yeah I think this time I'll be asking my Mum to take me to the groomer and even put on some nice man smelling cologne.

Gotta go fur now, I think I've put you up to date my friend. I know, I promise I'll try to bark again soon.
Have a great weekend.

Brandy III a/k/n Lover Boy

Tomorrow's Fathers' Day.

Hello there, did you know tomorrow will be Fathers' Day celebration?, yes the day in which you are supossed to remember you have a Dad, by any chance do you have a Dad Diary?.....nah, I didn't think you would. Well, don't feel bad, I don't have one either, at least not a human dad, and I don't remember who my canine dad was.
Yes, sure I must have had one, but I didn't grow by his side. And now it's my Mom and me, just us. I think I really didn't miss not having a father cuz my Mommy has been playing boths roles, Mum and Dad, and she sure knows how to do it, I love her fur that.

But of course, I would like to congratulate all my furiends' Dads, and wish them all a pawsome and Happy Father's Day, with lots of fun, nice presents, and the most important thing: LOVE. Special congrats to my Princess' Dad, Roy, he's quite a guy, he's been taking such good care of my Nikki, her fursisters, and her Mom, he's a pawsome Dad, almost quite as great as any pup can be.

I would also like to remind everyone, specially my furless friends that every day of their lifes they should cherish, and honor their father and mother, no need to be one special day to appreciate them and give them all their love. Maybe they could learn a little from us, we dogs give our love to our pawrents every second of our lives expecting nothing in return, that's how we love.

Well, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!!! to each and every Dad.

Brandy III

Not so happy.

Hello, *tail down*, I’ve been away for quite a few days now, yes, I know, I’m sorry again Diary. What you say?....well, yes, I’m sort of sad, you know me pretty well ah? What? my tail shows?...oh, yeah, you’re right, it fell down and so did my ears….well it’s because my princess is going to visit her Grandma for a few days and I won’t be able to bark at her till next week., sniff, sniff *whines*. Yes I know she’s coming back soon, but this thing is I’m gonna miss her sooooo much.. I hope she doesn’t forget me, though I know I’m not easy to forget but still, I’m so furry sad and at the same time happy for her cuz she’ll be having so much fun. I do hope she enjoys her trip. Maybe it’s good to be apart for some days, they say distance can sometime nourish the flame of love…..what’s that you say? or it may TURN IT OFF FOR GOOD!!!????? Ok, Diary, you are such a great help…..Grrrrrrrr…..you were kidding?, ok, you better be cuz you know my Nikki and me are so furry in love with each other, I would wait fur her an eternity if necessary.

Let’s change the subject or you might get bitten. Have you taken a good look at my page? Yeeeesss??? did you like it? Yup, me too, I think it’s furry kool, I have to thank Mum for it, she did a good job.

Last night I got an unexpected visit from my neighbor Mocha, you remember her right? yes the Japanese girl from next street, she’s a crazy furgirl, she just love having fun, my Mom let her in for a few minutes and we ran and chased each other for a while, then she took her doggy treat and left as fast as she came. Some furgirl that is.

Well, I think I better *yawns* go take a nap, this guard dog job can be so exhausting *yawns once more*, bark at ya later pal.
Wags,
Brandy III (depressed watch dog)

Away for too long.

Ok,....yes, I know.....it's been a long time now. I'm sorry Diary, I've been busy.

You know 'bout my engagement to Nikki right? Yes, this was a furry important and happy event in my life. I asked her to be my wife, and she said yes. Oh boy, I couldn't believe such a beautiful, smart and sweet furgilr would wanna a marry me. She's my Princess! I even asked her Dad for her paw, and the moss t incredible thing is that he consented. I'm still walking on air, I was so excited I couldn't think of anything else besides my lovely fiancée. Yes, of course we're "going to the chapel and we're gonna get married...", ok, that's a song...but yes we'll be getting married but we wanna take things slow, no rush, we want to have a pawsome wedding and that takes time to plan. Absolutely, I'll let you know as soon as we set up a date, you'll be the first one to know, promise. you have my word of pommie.

Oh, let me tell you, yesterday I had my first "bird chasing" experience, and it was so much fun. Yes, up to this day I always had to watch the birds thru our window, but had never got the chance to get near them until yesterday. My Mom and I were walking the neighborhood, when all of the sudden, right in front of me roaming thru a garden were two pigeons (have to say they were cute), I got nearer and they didn't seem to feel threatened by my presence. Hummmm.....strange, they do not fear me, and I have my retractable leash, wow,...ok sweeties...here I come.....*running fast* gotcha....ooops *end of leash* down I went, *pigeons fly away laughing*...."you think this is funny ah?" wait till next time, you'll see. I just wanted to make my furiend Demon Flash proud of me,...well, maybe some other day (between you and I, just wanted to scare them).

Ok, gotta go resume my guard dog duties. Bark at ya soon,
Wags,
Brandy III

Movie Stars??????????

Mmmmm, know what? Last night I was barking, as usual, to my sweetheart Nikki, and we where just daydreaming ‘bout certain things. For example, we thought we might have talent for becoming famous movies or TV stars, and be able to earn so much money our pawrents would never, ever again, have to work. After we said good night, I kept that conversation in my mind, and strange thoughts came to me, which lead to even strangest dreams. In my dreams I saw ourselves as famous, talented actors, starring on various TV shows. For example, we appeared in a TV series named “Furiends”, where together with Nikki and me, there were other talented stars, my pup pals Murphy, Chloe, Foxy and George, it was pawsome. We also starred on another show called “Desperate Pups”, together with famous actresses such as, Lacey, Maddy, Sophie, Punkin, TinkerBelle, and Merry Belle Noelle.

I also dreamed ‘bout this other audience favorite one, “America's Funniest Puppy Videos”, in this one I was moderator. Nikki starred in “America's Next Top Puppy”, together with other pup beauties. There’s also this fabulous, exciting “Dancing with the Pups” show, so much talent…..And, of course my best comedy performing shows, “Everybody Loves Brandy III” and “The Fresh Pom of Bel-Air”. There was also my Mom’s favorite, “Howwwwwse”. Yes the one where a genius pup-vet surrounded by a group of brilliant pup-assistants, finds the cure for every illness in the pet world. And before I woke up, I saw a chapter of the great “Paw and Order”, so thrilling.

Well, who can tell dreams don’t come true. Maybe we could someday become real Hollywood stars, for now, I know we are our pawrents biggest, shiniest stars.

Brandy III, future Oscar winner.

My name is Trouble!

There's something 'bout me that only my Mom, my furless brother Jorge and me know. It's a furry well kept family secret which stays hidden deeply in our memories. Yes my furiend, it's has to do with my getting to mom's home for the first time. I've been thinking 'bout this for a long time now, and I came to the conclusion that's better if I open my heart to you, and get rid of this burden I carry in my soul once and for all.
You're my confident and best furiend, I hope you can keep my secret and help me understand why, .... why me?

When I first came to Mommy's house, you remember I was a surprise birthday gift right?, well my mother's landlord is her boss' wife and she didn't wanna rent to anyone having pups (unbelievable!). Jorge brought me home and when my Mom saw me she opened her eyes and I saw stars in them,....but then their expressions changed from absolute love to concern. "Who's pup is this?" my Mum asked, and Jorge's wife said: "It's yours, Happy BD"..... My Mom stood right there speechless, she did'nt say a word during the next 5 minutes. Then she held me tight and smiled again, yes!,....she loved me.

Everything was coming of roses, till my mother heard her landlord outside, and she decided to introduce me to her (Oh, oh...) the lady gave me such an ugly look...she was really pissed off. OMD! what would happen to me now? I thought. The lady asked politely, "what's his name?", and my Mom replied: "Trouble".......and that's how I got my name. I even have a doggy tag which reads "Trouble" as my name.

Time has passed and our Landlord came to like me, she even walked me when my Mom had to stay out to take care of a relative who was hospitalized. Now this nice lady knows I'm a well educated, sweet and respectful pup. She, just like everyone else, has surrended to my charms.

Later on my Mum decided my real name should be Brandy III, I didn't deserve to be called Trouble, and my name was finally changed.
...What? yes, this is it....what did you expected? isn't this enough for you? Well go to may page and listen to my music.....

Deep inside I keep feeling like "TROUBLE",

Brandy III previously known as Trouble.

My mom's sick.

Just a few minutes to say hello to you diary. I've been taking care of my mommy, she's gotta a furry bad cold and she's not feeling well. She has a sore throat and has been sneezing and coughing a lot, wonder if she could have a collapsed trachea, I hope she doesn't. What? that only happens to litle pups? You sure?....well that's a relief...I was getting worried.

Today I went for a short walk cuz I didn't wanna stress my mom too much. Right now she's at bed and I'm right besides her in case she might need anything. She's taking her meds and I have to make sure she takes them on time, I wanna see her get well pretty soon.

Well my friend, gotta run. I'll try to bark at you pretty soon, in the meantime pray that my Mum gets well.
Wags,
Brandy III

Thanks Dog It's Fridayyyyyyyyy........yeah.........

Hello there my precious furiend.....

How did you spend those days I was away? Did you suffer? Did you miss me?...What? you enjoyed peace and quiet?......Some furiend you are diary, well let me tell you I did miss you. Well....at least a bit, cuz I was having big fun with my cousin Barbie. There were also my furless cousin Alex and 2 visiting furless friends, we got to play and run for hours.

Of course I missed my Mom too, and most of all I missed my Nikki furry much *sighs......* Awwww, my sweet girl, I wish we never part. Did you know the nigt before I left we went pawting? Yes, we did, we went to a 70's Disco Pawty, and we had so much fun, we danced, got some drinks and....I got to kiss her *making eyes* just a quick little kiss, but it sure was the sweetest kiss I've ever had, not that I've had been kissed a lot, except for my mom, but I know this kiss will remain in my heart and in my mind furever.....
We had to kleave early cuz my mom was leaving on her trip the next day, also the pawty was getting out of control, and I had to protect my girl from all those crazy pups. But I did had a great time, and I sure hope my Nikki had it too.

Well, I'm back home now, I've resumed my guard dog duties and...*yawn* I must take a little nap right now.
It's good to be home...

Bark later diary, *more yawning*
Brandy III Zzzzzzzzzzzzz

I'll be gone.

My Mum is going to Puerto Rico to meet her great granddaughter! She’ll be gone for 5 days and so will I. No diary, I’m not going with her this time. I’m gonna stay over at my cousin Barbie’s house, yes the one who enjoys running furry much. Oh Boy, I’m gonna have such a great time. The only thing is that I’ll be missing my mommy and my furever love Nikki, ….yes of course, I’ll miss you too, don’t be so touchy. But times travels fast, don’t you worry. When? Well I’ll be going next Friday and be back by Wednesday night, you better behave in my absence, ok?

Tonight I’ll be helping my mom to pack her things and I’ll pack mine too. My Mom deserves to have some fun too, she will also be seeing my furless brother, Angel, and his family, she hasn’t seen them since last Christmas. I’m furry happy for my Mum.

I think I should tell my furpals too so they won’t be wondering where could I be.

Well, gotta go for now. I’ll bark to you as soon as I’m back, ok? Don’t be sad, promise I’ll be back soon, I’ll be thinking of you too….yes I will…smile now…..yeah! Good boy diary!!!!!!!!
Wags and licks.
Brandy III

Nice trip to the vet (yeah, right!)

Hello my furiend, as you already know my mom was going to take me to the vet to check my “injured” leg, as she called it, but to tell you the truth, it was just a litlle boo-boo. I made a false step and I hurt my leg a bit, nothing that couldn’t be fixed with plenty of rest, but being my Mum the Queen of Drama she thought it necessary to have it check by the doc. *rolling eyes* Besides, I’ve been honking a bit during the last few days, and that’s sufficient to turn on my mom’s paranoid once more.

Well, we went to a new vet nearer to our home, everyone was furry nice there, but……….don’t know why, if I had an injured leg they insist in taking my temperature, I hate that, grrrr. After this, the vet’s assistant held me real tight, and that’s when the doctor took my little furry leg and stretch it, bend it, pull it, moved my knee from side to side, squeezed my knee, squeezed my hip, then he squeezed my throat, searched into my cute black eyes, almost got inside them….. Oh Boy, if I wasn’t hurt after all that pulling, moving and stretching, means I’m a real tough pom. After all that, the vet told my mom I was just fine, the only thing is that I should be getting my nip-nip as soon as possible cuz I have one of my “thingies” retained and it can be furry bad to me to leave it as it is. That’s one thing I know I won’t be able to escape from, my nip-nip surgery *tail down*.

My mommy asked the doc if she could do something to make me eat (duh, mom, give me some chicken, turkey, beef, yummy hooman food….) cuz I wasn’t paying much attention to my kibbles. And you know what, that vet has some nerves, he told my mom to leave the food on my bowl for 2 or 3 days without paying much attention to it, and that I would end up eating it when I got hungry enough, and that she shouldn’t spoil me (more?) by giving me other food besides doggie food. Imagine! But I know my mommy won’t resist my sad hungry puppy look on her, you’ll see, she’ll end up giving me some decent food, wanna bet?

Will bark to you soon.
Brandy III

Ouch!....Gotta visit the vet.

Hi there diary, did you miss me?, of course you did. Let me tell you that not much been happening lately, it’s been too hot for me to go out so I’ve spent most of the time napping, Thanks Dog I don’t eat much, otherwise I would have gotten fat as a pig, no offense pawlease.

This last Saturday my mom took me to the groomer, and as usual they put a green bow on my macho head, grrrrr………. which I could bite them. Though I tried to get it off as soon as I got home these smart ladies braided the ribbon to my beautiful fur and I’m not able to get rid of the humiliating, ridiculous thing. I’m gonna ask mommy to see if she would take it off, which I doubt she will, she finds it “so cute…..”, yeah right. Hey, careful pal, no laughing allowed.

Adding insult to injury, on Saturday, I made a false move and hurt my leg. I was walking with my mom and stepped on the sidewalk somehow causing a terrible, excruciating pain that ran throughout my whole furry body. My hind left leg hurt so much I had to let go a scream and started limping. My mom got so freaked out she didn’t know what to do. She delicately scooped me and checked my paw, nothing there, then she started softly massaging my leg….”ouch, ouch, mom it hurts…” and that was it, end to my stroll, back to our house and a little more limping. After taking a few naps I felt a bit better, but regardless that, my mom called the vet and she’s taking me, under protest, to see him next Friday. Yes, I know, I told her I’m feeling better already, no more limping, I’m happy, I’m eating and doing everything as usual, but my mother says she wants to make sure there’s nothing wrong with me. *sights* You know moms, and specially mine, she’s the greatest Drama Queen of them all.

I only hope there are no shots during this visit, and most of all I hope they don’t stick that stupid disrespectful thermometer thru my rear end, that sure makes me mad *furious expression*. They should not try to mess up with me, they don’t wanna meet the real beast inside me *showing teeth*. They better be careful and treat me like a man…..Ok, ok, Mommy, I’ll behave next Friday, I promise.

Well, I’ll keep you posted diary.

Bark later,
*low tail wags*
Brandy III

Wanna know 'bout my weekend?

Good morning diary, today's Monday, again! But wow, did I had a fun weekend....As you already know, my furless cousins Alex and Kiara came home on Satuurday (7:00am!!!!!) my mom was still sleeping.....giving that I'm an early worm, I mean, an early pup, I was the one to received them and watch over them till mom got up from bed. We started the day by watching cartoons, and of cours, during commercial breaks.....time to run!........catch me idf you can girls........run some more....sip of water.....jump, play tug-o-war, then run some more....Uffff.......Thanks Dog my mom got up 20 minutes after they came...............

In the afternoon we went for a car ride, yes...everybody! Mom had to so some errands and she took us with her (cool!) when we where going back home we stopped at the park for a while. I got to smell lots of trees, and of course, I marked territory here, there and everywhere...untill I didn't have anything more to mark with.....That's when we started: running again......I chased the girls, they chased me.....we had so much fun, it's incredible how much energy hooman pups have....almost as much as me. Since it was getting too hot for me, we left and went back home. We got home and I blessed the A/C. I HAD to take a nap....and so I did while the girls watched a movie.

Early afternoon the girls left. Awwww, peace and quiet again, ........and more napping of course. I was so exhausted I went to bed early, my mom even thought I was sick.

Can't wait till my cousins come back again, "girls just wanna have fun" ....and me too. I love my furless cousins.

Have a fun day diary,
Wags and licks (oops, sorry 'bout the slobbering pal),
Brandy III

It's so great having furiends.

Good evening my dearest furiend, did you check on my page today? No?...well you should cuz I have a brand new pawsome easter pic, yes my furiend Punkin did it for me, and it sure looks Grrrrr-eat. Check it out!

I wish my mom would learn to do such cute pics, yes I now, she does the best she can, she even made a booklet with all the instructions on how to do pretty things in Dogster's pages, she went thru lots of other furry creative groups,and printed all their recommendations and indications, it will take furever for her to learn everything! BOL, but I know she will try to figure out how to do some pretty things for me and my sweet girlfriend Nikki. There's nothing my mom wouldn't do for me, you know that.

I'm so happy to have such good furiends that always think of me. Thanks again Punkin, I do appreciate your doing this for me. My mom loved it too, she was suprised when she opened her e-mail and saw what Punkin's mom had send her for me. Our Moms are the greatest.

Well I'm gonna go to bed, tomorrow will be another day. Sweet dreams diary,
Hugs,
Brandy III

What's going on?

Today started as a furry strange day,… why?...well let me tell you what happened. This morning I got up as usual, but when I had to go outside to do my business (I'm afraid my Mom is losing it) we went out, and then I saw my Mom with a little plastic bowl in her hand (????).

I kept staring at her wondering what she had in mind, I started walking in search of an appropriate place to do my thing, but every time I looked at her she was watching my behind. "Mom, please I really need some privacy here, I do have to go". She said, "yes honey, I'm sorry" but she kept stalking after me as if she was some FBI agent. After going in circles for a while, wishing to get away from her look, I couldn't hold it any more and finally did my "thing". My mom usually picks everything I leave behind with a plastic disposable bag, but not this time, she picked it up but she "SAVED IT" in the little plastic bowl!

She seemed so pleased and proud, as if she'd won a prize. She even tapped me in the head several times, keeping the smile on her face.

"Mom, I don't understand", I said. "What do you want that stuff for, and why save it when there's always more than enough". Maybe the stress of the season is finally taking its toll and my mom is paying the prize. Maybe I should warn all my buddies to watch out when their moms get that bowl.

We went back inside the house and I kept looking at mom carrying the "precious" little bowl in her hands. When she saw the expression on my face she explained to me: "Baby, this way you won't need to get that long stick in your toochie when we go to the vet, they'll be able to check on you easier, if I take the sample with me", she said............Ok, now I get it, my mom juts wanted to save me from that disgusting & disrespectful habit the vet has, of putting that cold stick up my rear end. Thanks mom, I should have know better that everything you do is cuz you love me so.

You see diary, everything happens for a reason…….Have a grrreat weekend.

Wags,
Your furever furiend.

I finally get some rest.

Good morning furiend, how are you today? Me?....well I’m pretty good, a little tired from an exhausting weekend. We had my 2 furless cousins stay over at our home, yes those ones, Alex and Kiara, pure dynamite I’d say. They didn’t give me a rest, I wasn’t even able to bark at my lovely Nikki, I hope she won’t get mad at me. Did you see the sweet picture she gave me? yes the one set as my primary pic on my page. Well of course we are in love, that’s obvious man.
Anyway, getting back to my cousins, I had to keep my eyes on those 2 the whole weekend, we did have fun though…but today, well today I’m down, I think I’ll spend most of my day from nap to nap, peace and quite again in our home…..time to nap!
Bark later pal,
Brandy III (snores…..)

OMD! Diary is mad at me!

Hey there diary!!!! How’s everything, Pal?.......(no response).
Hellooooo, anybody home? Diary, my friend, I’m barking at you (nothing yet). What’s the matter? are you mad at me? Well, you shouldn’t be, yes I know I’ve been away for quite a few days now, but if you were my real furiend, you would understand and feel happy for me. (Diary finally smiles). Ok, that’s better, you know you’re my furry best furiend and I love you furry much, but you gotta understand, I’m a young adult now, I’m 2 years old and I need to pay attention to my heart. I have been spending more time at some of the pawsome groups here in Dogster, meeting new pups, and making new furiends…..yes, I know, I’ve also been partying a bit and dedicating much of my time to my darling Nikki. (Diary yawns…) What?, am I boring you….well, some kind of friend you are. You should be happy for me, that I met this wonderful, prettiest and sweet girl. (devilish grin on Diary’s face now). Com’on now, you’re just jealous, but you shouldn’t be, you know you are my forever furiend, and what I feel for you is unconditional love (broad smile and teary eyes). That’s it Diary, smile again, pal. Come here and give me a hug, I knew you’d understand.
(Brandy III hugs his furiend and Diary hugs him in return)
Love you my friend.
Brandy III

Wao!

So many things 've been happening lately, diary, taht I don't don't where to start. Ok, you know I had a terrific day and a pawsome night last Sunday, yes....my woofday, remember? It was fabulous, having so many furiends sending me their best wishes and presents, I was really touched cuz I never expected it to be like that.

Then having my poor furiend Digger undergoing surgery, which Thanks Dog came just right and he's back home (partly shaved!!!!!!), I'm glad he's doing better.

The saddest of all things was to know that my pal Jaxson had been badly hurt.
He's still at the hospital and we are praying real hard for him to get well.

But not everything is bad, I also got this precious V-day card from my princess, yes from my Nikki. She's the most wonderful girl in this world, and I love her furry much.

Please keep praying for Jax, I will.

Bark again soon,

Brandy III

The happiest Woofday!

There's no barking enough to show my appreciation for all the good wishes, messages, rosettes, special gifts, songs and pawsome pics I've received from my wonderful furiends.

Yes, diary, today's my woofday, remember? some kinda friend you are....forgetting such a special day! Anyway I forgive you cuz I'm so happy (twirls..........) I can't stay mad at you.

I never thought I would be able to make so many and pawsome furiends here in Dogster, they are all susch grrrr-eat furiends. And I have to give thanks to all their moms too, for been so kind in helping them out while creating all those cute pics and images they sent.

I'm furry, furry happy, thank you all. If I started mentioning them one by one I would have to stay here for ever, besides I don't wanna miss anyone because I love them all.


And of course, special thanks to my lovely Niki for her beautiful present. I love you my princess.

Thank you guys and gals, I love you all,

Pomie hugs and kisses,

Brandy III

Oh boy!

Diary, do I have news for you my furiend...........
I think I have a girlfuriend! Yes, this beautiful, sweet girl said yes......what? you don't get it? well pal, let me tell you the whole story. I heard from other poms that this beautiful girl was still available for Valentine's Day, I got curious and went to visit her page...and whao! what a suprise, there she was the prettiest, most femenine pom I ever saw. She seems so delicate, so sweet and so girlie.....I couldn't resist. I had to dare ask her to be my Valentine....and so I did. I was furry nervous cuz I hadn't done this before, whta would she say? will she accept, or will she just say no? What if other pom asked her first?
I was so anxious my mom had to ask what was going on with me. Of course I told her, she's my best friend. And you know what she said?... she said: "Good baby, it's about time you get to know a nice lady. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll see how handsome, sweet and smart little pom you are", "just wait and see...."
And mom was right! (she's always right...well, most of the time).

You gotta see this girl, her name is Nikki....oh.....sweet Nikki....she's my princess!!!!!!!!!!

Love is a beautiful thing!............

The Creation

Hello diary, yes I know, I've been so lazy lately (and my mom has not had enough time for me to dictate my postings to her).
Well, I think it might be cuz I'm getting old, I'll be 2 year in a few days!

Anyway let me tell you a short story my mother told me last night, she says it's the story 'bout the Creation of the World from a pups point of view, I found it quite interesting, here it is:

The Creation Story As Told By Snoopy
Author unknown

On the first day of creation,
God created the dog.

On the second day,
God created man to serve the dog.

On the third day,
God created all the animals of the earth
to serve as potential food for the dog.

On the fourth day,
God created honest toil so that man
could labour for the good of the dog.

On the fifth day,
God created the tennis ball so that
the dog might or might not retrieve it.

On the sixth day,
God created veterinary science to keep
the dog healthy and the man broke.

On the seventh day,
God tried to rest, but He had to walk the dog.

What do you think?....Yawn....gotta go take a nap.
Bark , yawn...., soon.

This is so cool!

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Hey did you see what my new furiend Isabella's Mom did for me? I can't stop chasing my tail!
I just loooove it! She's a doll!
Thanks Isabella and Mom, you're the best!
Brandy III

Brandy III

Valentine's Tagged.

I’ve been Valentine’s tagged by my true furiends Foxy, Dixie and Demon Flash Bandit.
I just wanna thank you all guys, I haven’t been able to keep on with this fun game as I’d like too cuz my poor mom has not been feeling well lately, and I don’t think I should ask her to help me out with this. I also spend most of my time at her side trying to keep her feeling well and watching over her.

Anyway I thank you all for thinking ‘bout me, and please remember I love you with all my furry heart.

Smooches for all of you and wish you a Furry Happy Valentine’s Day!

Brandy III

I think I have the digging syndrome!

Now what?....
This is weird…..something strange is happening to me, my mom called it the “Digging Syndrome” that got into me.
Do you think this might be dangerous? is it common to other pups? Don’t know exactly how or when did I start feeling its symptoms. I think this all started when my mom brought me this enormous and tasty bone from the store. Yes, it’s true I’m used to getting little chewing bones 2 or 3 times during the week, my mother says they help me clean my teeth, and they also help keeping me busy when. she’s away. But this new bone is special, it is big and furry tasty, it’s hard outside and soft meaty inside, mmmmmm….the day I got it I was very excited and started chewing on it….but the more I chew, the more tasty it became….OMD! this bone is so big I can’t eat it all at once….what could I do to keep it in a safe place, away from intruders….and then, suddenly it happened. My paws started to tremble, they started to move in a strange way, my mind was telling me” “go find a place to bury the bone”….yes! bury it, but where, and how… I didn’t even know if I was able to “bury” it. My mind say: “you silly pup, you have to DIG! use your paws, use your nose!!!” Ok, I said…..I took the piece of bone (I had chewed half of it already) in my mouth and started looking for a place to “dig”, I started digging in my doggy bed, on the kitchen floor, the carpet at the front door, the bathroom behind the bathroom curtain, but no way I could hide my bone. I kept looking for a place to make a hole and hide my precious treasure without success.
Time went by and my mom returned from work, as always I was so happy to see her…but instead of running towards her I felt the urge to go get my half bone and dig some more. My mom saw me running desperately from one room to the other and she went to check on me. “Hey baby, what are you doing”, “no sweetie you can’t bury that inside”. And she started laughing when she saw me frenetically trying to open a hole in the floor. She picked me up and kissed me all over, as if kissing would mean the cure for my syndrome. Well mom, let me tell you it didn’t. Now I keep digging on the sofa, on the kitchen below the stove and the refrigerator, and even on mom’s bed when she’s trying to sleep. “Mommy, do you think other pups may be suffering from this condition, or is it a normal behavior inherited from our antecessors the wolfs? My mom says it’s because in early years, food was scarce and dogs had to hide their food for times to come, so they would not starve to death.
Ufff, what a relief, so this may be normal after all….it seems to run in our blood and in our dog genes, right? Now you can call me Brandy the Digger if you like to.

Oh, forgot to tell you, to avoid this nonsense, and the possibility of ruining my mom’s bed or couch, I ate the whole bone.

Be back soon.

Playing with fire…..

Sometimes I can perform risky acts requiring a great amount of courage for a small pooch like me. Let me tell you about my latest dangerous actions, as recent as last night my mom prepared herself to sit down and enjoy a pleasant, quite, evening just watching her favorite TV shows. She took a warm bath and put on her most comfi pajamas, turn down the lights…..and sat in our favorite sofa……there was nothing unusual ‘bout this so far. But,…..then I saw them…..my mom’s legs were crossed, her foot was dangling, and on her foot the most sexiest, furry black slipper you could ever see.
All of the sudden everything became blurry, I forgot all I’ve learned about good behavior and respect for my mom……I had to hump this slipper!!!!!!!!!!!, and so I did…..
“BRANDY!, STOP IT!”, my mother said in a very loud voice, but I couldn’t stop (hump, hump, nip, nip, bite….) and then it happened, I got spanked (this was really soft, didn’t hurt at all), my ears went back and my tail down, my mum picked me up to her lap, then with a very stern look directly into my eyes she said: “Young man, don’t you know you shouldn’t be ‘playing’ like this with your mother”, (now with a sweet voice) “These are my new slippers and you must leave them alone”, “ Go play with your Pooh”,…. and she kissed me.

Uffff, I was relieved in getting out of this unharmed and intact, but I assure you it was a very strong experience. Don’t you ever mess up with Mom, safer to play with your official “humpie”.

Wags,
Brandy III, love living dangerously.

Not much.

Goooooood Morning Diary!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm a bit loud, I know, sorry 'bout that, it's just that I'm so happy today's Friday.....meaning that, my Mom wil stay home for the lomg weekend. Yipee!
What, you don't care for long weekends? Well, let me tell I do, pal. Yes it's the best when my mother can spend the whole day at home, she can then direct all her attention to me, as it should be. I know, I know, she has to go to work to be able to bring me all those grrrr-eat treats, toys, and food, it's just that I get so bored all by myself at home. Sometimes I envy those silly squirrels roaming in our backyard, my mom leaves a window and crystal door cleared during the day so I can look at our backyard. She thinks that will keep me entertained.....but all I see is stupid birds, crazy lizzards running around, butterflies (those are cute), and SILLY SQUIRRELS!!!!! Things would be different if I ould get out and chase them ( but I can't).

Now you get it? when mom's home I can go outside and do what I do best: mark my territory all thru the neigborhood, chase those pesty critters, eat evenything I see on the ground (which is a dangerous thing but I haven't been able to overcome this terrible habit, which drives my mom crazy), breath some fresh air and even enjoy a little sun, not much cuz I can get overheated.

This is why I just loooooove long weekends.

Gotta go take a nap now, need all my energy for the days to come.
Wags,

Did you miss me?

Hello there! How’re things going diary? Did you miss me? I’m sure you did. Well I’ve taken a sabbath while my mom took another short vacation.....at the hospital. Poor mom, I think she’s getting old.....She stayed at the hospital for 5 days but this time I stayed over at my furless brother’s (Jorge)house.

They treat me very good, and I get to play all day with my cousin Barbie, we run in the backyard (I can’t do that at home cuz our backyard is not fenced and I’m not allowed to be there unleashed). Even though I was very concerned for my mom, and really missed her I have to say I had a really grrrreat time.

We are back home now and my mum is going back to work in a few days. She’s a bit upset cus she says I smell like a dog (!!!!) And my lovely fur is all tangled and drooled. Humans can’t understand that we doggies enjoy biting each other while playing and being drooled allover. I was having so much fun I even forgot TWICE that I should go outside to do my things and had a small accident inside Jorge’s house. Hey, I’m sorry for that.
Ok, I gottago now, I’ve to remind my mom it’s time to take her medicine.
Bark soon.
Wags,

Canela is been relocated!!!!!

...........(yawn, yawwwwn…) Good day to you diary. Here I am, not wanting to get out of bed……well, this was a short week since my mom only had to work for 3 days. Thanks Dog it’s Friday, and mom will be home for the weekend (I’m a selfish pooch, right?) so I’ll get all her attention on me, as it should be.

It’s been a bit cold for the last few days and my morning walks have been too short for my taste, my mother’s afraid of cold weather, I really don’t mind, I always carry my fur coat with me (he, he, he….). What? no sense of humor today?...Yes, I know…I haven’t bark to you for a few days now, don’t be such a “drama queen” diary, I’ve been busy taking care of my mom. But, I’m here now, barking to you with all my strength.

I’ve been making a lot of thinking these days, what would I do if my mom would have to go away and never come back? Oh no!... that would be terrible, right? Well let me tell you, that happened to my cousin “Canela”, she used to live a my furless brother Angel, but he and all his family moved to Puerto Rico and where they are living now dogs are not allowed (what kinda place is that?), before they left they were so sad cuz they didn’t know what would happen to sweet Canela (that’s Cinnamon in Spanish), they refused strongly taking her to a shelter, so they made every possible effort to find her a good home to stay in. Days passed and no place was found….and they HAD to leave pretty soon. I was getting worried, but I didn’t want to tell my Mum, not worry her too. I was even praying for a good home for her, she’s such a sweet, cute girl. And just when I thought everything was lost……something happened. One day before they were leaving, my other furless brother’s neighbor told him, they had another good friend (also neighbor) whose family (they had kids too) were looking for a good pet. Alleluia! I barked, and that was a happy ending to an almost sad story. Now Canela has a new home, and she even has her own backyard! I’m so happy for her, I really hope this becomes her forever home, and that maybe we could go visit her some time soon. Good luck and blessings sweet Canela.

Ok, enough barking for today, don’t you think?
Have a grrrrreat weekend,

It's been a tough week.

Hello diary, I've not been able to bark at you lately since these few days were kinda hard. What's going on, you ask? Well, EVERYTHING! I'm gonna tell you cuz I'm a bit stressed and need a good furiend like you to open my little heart to. First of all, few days before Xmas Eve my Mom got what I call the Xmas Blues syndrome, she was looking so sad, without any apparent reason. Yes I know that my furless bro's moving to Puerto Rico with her family made her feel pretty sad, she also remembers her own Mom and my brother Luis, who are in Heaven, I think all these thoughts made her feel blue. When I saw she was not smiling any more I tried to do my best to cheer her up. But how can a little pom like me do this? well, let me tell you, I performed my best goofing acts, I jumped like a rabbit, chased my tail, twirled and twirled, walked in my hind legs, pulled and dragged my Pooh all over the house, wrestled my squeaky toys, but nothing seemed to work, she just looked at me and smiled a little, picked me up and caressed my head (I do like this). I was desperate, what else could I do? Then came Christmas Eve and Santa came bringing me some presents (Oh Boy, what a relief, I thought Mr. Paws wouldn't be coming since I hadn't behave myself so well, but he's a furry good guy).
After this, my furless brother, Jorge, came to lend me a paw, I mean hand, he came home with his wife and puppies.......not agaaaiiin, I mean "daughters", and this seemed to cheer my mom a bit. I was happy again! They spend all afternoon with us and the, but of course tey left. But that was fine, I thought, tomorrow my Mom will go to work and that will probably make her fine better. Big mistake!.....
Next morning my mother got up as usual, we went to a short walk, and she left to work.....time passed....and my Mom did not return! What's happening? it's getting dark already and not a sign of my mother, Is she ever coming back? Mum, where are you?............ After a while, my bro Jorge came in. Now I knew something was very wrong. "Hey, bro, what's going on? where's my, "our, Mom?". He put on my leash and took me out to do my "thing" (Thanks Dog!), and he said: "Brandy, Mom will not be coming home tonight, she's a bit sick, and you better behave yourself. Guard the house and don't make a mess. Be a good boy. I'll return tomorrow morning, OK". He gave me some more food, water, left a light on, and was gone. Just like that, I was all alone.....
Next morning our neighbor came (she's a nice lady) and took me for a short walk, it was good but I must confess that I was a bit scared, no, I should say freaked out cuz my mom hadn't returned. Where was she?....
Hey diary, gotta stop right here for a while, my paws hurt a bit, so I'll take a rest, and will bark you what finally hapened later on.
Be back soon pal.

Ok, I'm back now. Let me see....Mmmmmmm, where was I?.....Oh yes I remember, this second day just went as slow as the previous one, late afternoon Jorge came back, he took me for a walk, played a little with me, and gave me some more water (had all my food intact) and some treats, which I accepted not to make him feel bad. He sat for a while and watched some TV, which, since I'm a pretty smart pooch, made me think he was waiting for something to happen. And I was right (most of the time I am), this strange sound (is ist called ringin?) and he got up from the chair, he smiled at me and said: "Ok pal, Mom is coming home. I'm gonna bring her back tonight". "Be good" and he left............
Yipeeh!!!!!!!!!!! My mom is coming home, she wasn't gone afterall!!!! I was so happy and excited I couldn't sit still....but I did, I sat right behind the door, I was waiting for my MOM!
After a long, endless wait, they finally got home. "MOM!" I barked, and started twirling in happiness. She picked me up right away and kissed me...I kissed her back: smooch, smooch, licks, licks...."Hey baby, did you missed me?" she said (what asilly question!) "I'm so sorry sweetie, I missed you too and I was so worried for you. You see I got sick and had to stay away at the hospital because the doctors said my blood pressure was too high", sorry mom, I don't understand what you're talking 'bout, but I'm SURE happy to have you back. Please Mom, don't you ever, EVER, get sick again. Please tell your vet, not again!...I mean "doctor" you're not gonna leave me alone ever again.
Mom, I love you and I'm happy to see you're doing fine.
.....And let me tell you before I go, my mom is her own self again, and we're going to wait for the New Year at my brother Jorge's house (I love this cuz I get to play with my cousin Barbie again.

I'll bark to you soon, 'till then, I wish you a Pawsome New Year pal!!!!!!!!!!
Happy New 2008!!!!
Brandy III (Happy Again).

Is this a Toy or What?

Hello diary, here I am again, puff,( panting….), but this time I’m a bit tired. Yes, don’t be surprised, I’ve been dragging my new toy thru our house for three days now. What toy????? what toy, you ask????? don’t you remember ‘bout the big yellow bear my mom brought home?
Yes, that one!...(some kinda friend you are….), this was important to me pal, cuz this is the first toy I get which is bigger than me. As you can imagine, I can’t carry this guy in my mouth as I’m used to with all my other toys, so what I have to do is keep dragging him from one place to another. I take him by his arms or legs, I bite him (real hard…), I nib his ears and nose, and I try to rip his fur….no, I’m not trying to “kill” him, I’m just trying to make him understand who’s the boss and the leader in this house. This Winnie is strong, man! I even tried to shake him from side to side, but even though I DID shake his arm, he didn’t move one inch. He just keeps looking at me with those small black eyes of his, and makes not a single sound. All my other toys squeak, roar or make some kind of funny and strange noises, but this guy does none, he just stares and waits…..
Anyway, just between you and me, I’m having fun and I won’t give up. Let me take a little rest and I’ll charge again, at the end you’ll see who the winner is.
Wags (very slow wags),
Just tired old me.

Oh Boy!

Today's a rainy day and I just get furry bored when it rains, I can't take my daily long walks withh Mom.....and what's worse is that my mum keeps the compu for herself almost the whole day. I had to wait 'bout 3 hours to be able to bark at you a bit!!!!!!!!!!
But something exciting happened, my mother had to go out for a short time and whe she came back she had this funny grin I know so well. "Hey Mum, what's up with that smile? Are you hidding something from me?". Silence, and wider smile..... "Com'on mom, what's going on? tell me now, I command!"
"Yes, your Majesty", she said, "your wish is MY command...." and that's when I saw IT........ My mum had brought the most humongous humpy ever!!!!!!!!!

This is a furry, furry large yellow bear with big black eyes..."OMD!" I said, I was barkless.

"Do you like it baby" she asked, "it's a Winnie The Pooh bear just for you".........."Have Fun!" she said and placed it on my doggy bed.

You should see this diary, this humpy is 3 times my size! I can't stop running around the house, chasing tail, twirling and jumping....I'm so excited....
Well I gotta go for now, I'm gonna play with my new furiend.
Bark later,
Wags, wags, more wags..........

My gift to all my furiends!!!!

I would like to have a Christmas gift to give to each and all of my Dogster's furiends....yes, I know this would be impossible, but know what Diary? my Mom gave me this pawsome idea, why not give the a story, a beautiful Christmas story for them to remember the real meaning of the Season. And so I found this one which I really, really liked. I wanna share it with all my pal and wish them all: Merry Christmas!

A CHRISTMAS STORY-Author unknown

Long ago in the deepest of winters all of the animals on earth were
abuzz with the news.

"He is BORN! HE IS BORN!" Cried the snowy owl.

"Come one and all rejoice!" Roared the mighty lion.

"Bring gifts to the new King!" The deer hurried.

The forest grew bright with the din of excitement. Every creature was
running towards the star. The noise was so loud and joyful that it
travelled distant lands.

In a quiet glen, under a bramble bush, a small lonely dog raised his
head from his slumber and heard the sounds from afar. He raised his
little head and wondered. Slowly he raised his tired body and sniffed
the air. He knew something was amiss - but he knew not what.

A voice ever so sweet was singing in the distance, this he could hear.
The words were not at all clear, but the sound was of waterfalls, and
misty mornings and everything dear... Eagerly he followed the sound
and soon saw a star. It shone so brightly his little eyes watered. What
was this shiny thing that happily glowed? What could be happening
that would bring about such a lovely sight?

His little legs beat the path for many days. He became tired and hungry
but still he walked on. He had to follow the sound of that voice. The
voice that reminded him of warmer and kinder times. He had to follow
the light of the star. The star told him of happy things to come.

At last he came into a clearing and his eyes beheld a mystefying sight.
Animals were everywhere, and each had a precious gift. Some brought
shiny berries from the forest, some brought beautiful leaves, some
brought twigs from the rarest of trees and even some brought the most
precious wildflowers of the field. They were laying these gifts at the
entrance of a stable. Above the stable the light of the star twinkled
more brightly than before.

He turned to the deer and asked: "What is all this?Where have I come?"

"You have come to see the new King. He is Born. Where are your gifts
for the child?" asked the deer reproachfully.

"I have no gifts... I didn't know..." said the lonely little dog with his
head hung low.

The deer sneered and snubbed and quickly walked away as he tossed
his head indignantly.

The little dog's body trembled all over, his little tail flew between his
little legs, and his little head hung lower than ever. He was ashamed.
And yet... he still he wanted to get a little peek at the New King.

Quietly, ever so carefully, he creeped over to the stable. He was so
small he could easily hide under the other animals. Ever so sleekly he
crept up to the manger and peeked inside.

"WHO ARE YOU!" Boomed the voice of the Lion. "WHY DO YOU
DARE NOT BRING GIFTS FOR THE NEW KING?!!!" and the little
dog cowered, much humbled... he laid his little head at the foot of the
manger and and hid his eyes. He was ready to be killed by the Lion,
and yet he spoke ever so quietly, ever so meekly, ever so bravely:
"I have no gifts, I have no berries, or twigs, or bright flowers of the
field... all I have is my life and I will gladly give that, for I have
shamed all my brethren tonight..."

He waited - with his eyes closed, thinking that if he did die tonight,
at least he would die beneath the cradle of his King. That's when a
warm and gentle hand was upon him.

He did not dare to open his eyes, until he heard a woman's voice
speak: "Do not fear little one. You are safe here. This bramble in
your fur speaks of the gift you have brought to him."

The lonely little dog opened his eyes and looked up at the woman.

"But I have no gift to offer, save for myself, and that is very little..."
he shyly protested.

The woman smiled and scratched his ears. "Little dog, you traveled
far to see the King... that is gift enough when it comes from your heart.
What gift is more precious than one given in innocence and humility?
No - little one, you are welcome here. "As she spoke she raised the
little dog up.

"Behold, your King, the Son of Man. You shall serve him well." and
the baby smiled...

So it came to pass and dog was lonely no more...

And dog has served man ever since, loyal to a fault, and humble he
remains. A gift from God to us, for who, but dog will travel miles without
explanation? Who, but dog will cower from you even if he is not wrong?
Who, but dog will take a scolding even when he is not to blame? Who,
but dog is content to die at our feet if he so must?.....Let us care for it well.


Love you all,
Wags,
Brandy III

My letter to Santa Paws.

Know what diary?, I’ve tried to do the list of things I want this "guy" to bring me, but I still don’t know how. I tried to get my mom to help me out, and she said that’s something I should do by myself.

The thing is I don’t really know what to ask for…I know I’ve been a good pup…well yes, sometimes I’m a little spoiled….and I may not pay attention when my mom calls on me, I may have had a few accidents around the house this year, and I keep trying to eat everything I see on the ground, making my mommy upset. I even tried on several occasions to eat some cat poop found on the backyard (sorry but I can’t resist…). On the other hand, I no longer chew the doors, or the furniture, I don’t bark at any other creature (except in my dreams), I stay still when my mom brushes my beautiful fur (not my teeth…) and I even allow her to wipe my rear end when needed (only her is allowed to perform this so intimate action), I was good when visiting my furless family,…. so I think overall I’ve been a very well-behaved pup. Besides, I’m a Pom, and everyone knows Poms deserve the Best anyways.

But still…don’t know what to ask for. I have tons of doggy toys, I get the yummiest treats everyday, my food bowl is always full, my mom pampers me at all times, I get daily walks, my daily portion of hugs and kisses, I have my 2 comfy beds, and I have all my pawsome friends in Dogster, so…what else can a pup ask for?

Ok, I gottit, I already know, and I’m gonna do my letter right now.

Dear Mr. Santa Paws:
I’m writing you for the first time cuz last year I was too little and
didn’t know ‘bout you.
I’ve a good, a very, very good pup, so I’m sure you’re gonna bring
all these things, please bring:
1. lots of doggy toys for all those pups without furever homes
2. tons of LOVE for all those rescued animals and their rescuers
3. bring HEALTH and WELLNESS to all those sick pups in
Dogster and all over the world
4. also need you to bring COMFORT to all the pawrents of the
furangels already at The Bridge
5. to all my furiends, please bring them health, cuz I know they
already have Love, and that they will also receive many
pawsome presents this Christmas Day.
Oh, Mr. Paws, if you can, please bring peace to my Mom’s heart and
soul, she’s always worrying too much for my furless brothers, and
still misses the one who’s already in Heaven; I really do give her
love and company, but I’m too small (I'm a Pom, you know...),
I wish I could do more.
Thanks for your help, hope you get here soon,
Respectfully,
Brandy III

Note: If you don’t mind, could you bring a doggy car seat for me
too?

The best toy ever………..

Hey!,
My tail just can’t stop wagging……..(wags, wags, wags…) it just won’t respond to my commands…and it is cuuuuuzzzz….
I got a hold unto the most pwasome, furstastic, grrrrreat toy I’ve ever had. Yessss!!!!!!! I’m having so much fun with it that I no longer wanna play with anything else. I don’t wanna have anything to do with my grey plush elephant, nor with my purple tiger, the rainbow colored cloth fish, the green seal pillow, don’t care for tennis balls, never mind my blue squeaky bone, who cares for the brown teddy bear, or the soft pastel colored small football, no more mop-ragged lamb, no, no, don’t want any of those…..I’ve just got myself a soft, smelly and full of fun: Mom’s sock!!!!!!!!!!! Yippee! this is the most, I love it, I can chew on it, I can shake it real hard, I can even play tuck-o-war by myself by holding it with my paws, and pulling it real hard with my teeth …..and the best is it still reminds me of my mother when she’s out to work….haaaaaaaaa….
You may be wondering when and where did I get such a treasure, right? well, let me tell you, a few days ago I was a bit bored, and got into my Mom’s closet (which she had left open by mistake, oooops, big mistake), I went sniffing through all her clothes and her shoes, then suddenly as if a furangel had put it there fur me to find, two little things were dangling from mommy’s sneakers (the ones she wears when we go for a walk), sniff, sniff, hummmm, there are two of them, and I don’t see no harm in borrowing one…., so I did! Took it, shake it a little, then sniff a bit more, chew, more shaking, and hide it under my doggy bed. After a while my Mum came into the bedroom and looking at my guilty puppy face she immediately knew I was hiding something (oh boy, Moms are so clever…), she notices the closet was opened and there right in front of here, on the floor laying one, and only one of mommy’s socks….OMD! she opened her eyes at me, came near,…and …..she started laughing….can you believe this? She was not mad at all, she said: “Ok, young man, you finally got a hold on one of MY socks, well, it sure took you some time to discover that they make wonderful toys for little poms like you, ah? That’s ok, you can keep it, you don’t have to hide it from me anymore, take it and have fun, I’ll keep the other one for the future when you tore that one in pieces”.

And that’s how I got to keep my bestest toy ever……Gotta go now, my little sock-furiend is waiting for me, arrf, arrffff………………

Can you believe this?

This is really absurd....abussive, unacceptable, and against all established rules between pups and humans.
I'm so upset, that even my paws refuse to obey me when I try to write.
You might think I've been away for so many days just because I wanted to......well let me tell you this, pal, I've not been able to get a hold on this compu for more than five minutes, for almost a week now. My mother was doing some "work" (or so she said) on it, and I was not allowed to put a paw on it. I had to beg, whine, growl, whimper, fight, and struggle with my mother to finally be able to bark at you today. Of course I won, because she had already finished her "work". Anyway, let me tell you that I was going crazy cuz, I hadn't been able to bark about my Thanksgiving adventures. And when I finally sat in front of the computer, logged into Dogster and directly to my page!!!!!!!!............OMD! can you believe this?.....THIS is what my dear Mommy was "working" at...she was just trying to surprise me by re-decorating our page (yours and mine, diary) for Christmas Season....
I'm sorry Mom, I'm so ashamed, I behaved like a selfish, spoiled, silly pooch. I really love my page, and I really love YOU Mom. Thanks so much for always thinking of me.
Gosh, I hope Santa Paws doesn't find out 'bout this.
I've been a naughty pup....
....Sorry..............(whines)

Tomorrow's the Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, tomorrow's Thanksgiving Day, first of all I want to wish all my furiends the best Day Ever. Hope you can spend it with your humans and have lots of fun, and lots of delicious food (yummie, yummie....). Remember to give thanks, not only tomorrow, but every furday of your life.

Let me tell you I'm so excited (this is so rare!!!).. I'm going with my Mom to my human-bro's house, and we'll stay overnight till Friday. You'll be asking yourself: "silly pup,what's exciting about that?"...., well let me tell you, there's where my fur-cousin Barbie lives!!!!!!!!!!and that girl sure knows how to have fun, yes sir, I'm gonna ask my Mom if she can take us some pics to show you when we return.

My mother said she's going to brush me, clean my teeth and put on some doggie cologne on me so that I look my best (which I don't think is necessary cuz we Poms ALWAYS look our best) for visiting the family. My Mom's so silly, doesn't she already know that I'm the cutest, most handsome, loved by everybody, pooch in this planet? Well, that's how Moms are, they want their furbabies to be perfect. Wait till I get to Barbie's home (I'll probably need a bath after our visit)......

I gotta go now, I have to nap a lot so I'll save lots of energy for tomorrow.
Oh Boy, this is gonna be FUN!!!!!!!!

Will bark later on, oh, by the way, THANK you Diary for always being there.
Licks,
Brandy III

Giving Thanks.

This past days my Mom has been teaching me 'bout Thanksgiving Day and what it really means.
I've been thinking a lot and I've realized that there should not be such a Day for Thanksgiving! This is so silly from humans, one day in which to give "thanks"..... that's not enough.
I'm just a young pup, and I really don't know much 'bout Life, but my feelings are that every day is a good day for giving Thanks, yes I'm pawsitively sure we should, we MUST, give Thanks for everything EVERYDAY. There's so much to be grateful for, that 1 day would never be enough. Don't you agree?, diary.

Me,.... I have to be thankful for my furever home, there are so many pooches waiting for a warm place to stay, and many will never be able to have one, that's so sad. I also give thanks for my loving mother, for all her tender loving care, for kissing me night and day, over and over again (let me tell you, I sometimes feel over-kissed); thanks for all my doggie toys and treats; I'm thankful for my never- empty-food-bowl, for my doggie beds, for my human family; I'm also very, very grateful for Dogster and all my grrrrreat furiends, but most of all.....I wanna give Thanks for LIFE and for LOVE.
And yes, of course, thanks for having you.
Wags,
Brandy III

Doggie Facts.

Hello Diary, I have to post this list of facts which my Mom says humans might find interesting (yes I know, but what can I do, she's so nice, I can't say no to her...) So here they are:

Dogs' facts:

Pregnancy is 60 Days.
Laika was 1st dog in space, Russia 1957
Dogs can see color.
The only dog in the world that cannot bark is the Basenji, an African wolf dog.
World's oldest dog was 29 years, 5 months.
Dogs are responsible for most drug busts.
Heartbeat is 70-120 times per minute.
About one family in three owns a dog.
Average dog has 42 permanent teeth.
Female dogs are more likely to bite.
50,000 year old cave painting in Europe seems to show a doglike animal hunting with men.
Dachshunds were bred to fight badgers in their dens
Dogs were first domesticated about 20,000 years ago
Dogs are members of the order Carnivora family.
Dogs have about 100 different facial expressions, most of them made with the ears.
Dogs and humans are the only animals with prostates.
Largest dog recorded, Zorba a 343 lb , 8 feet 3 inches long Old English Mastiff
A dog's smell is estimated at 1 million times better than humans.
Eight million pets lose their lives in animal shelters each year.
Normal body temperature for a dog is 101.2 degrees F.
Longest jump was by a Greyhound, 30 feet in 1849.
When Pompeii destroyed by Mount Vesuvius in AD 79, was finally excavated, searchers found evidence of a dog lying across a child.
Chihuahua is the oldest breed of dog native to North America.

Let me tell you, a few of this I didn't know myself, and I'm an expert you know.
Well, .....thanks Mom.

Thanksgiving tagged!

My cute furiend DAKOTA tagged me!!!

Here are the rules:
Because it’s Thanksgiving time, there is a change to the rules. Each player needs to tell seven special things they are thankful for. Tagged dogs must post the rules in their diary and their 7 things. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their names. Let them know by pawmail or rosette that they have been tagged and to read your diary for the instructions on how to play.

1. Im thankful for having a grrrrreat furever home.

2. Im Thankful for being alive and in good health.

3. Im thankful for having food and have a place to stay warm and safe.

4. Im thankful for all my doggie toys and treats.

5. Im thankful for all my furiends, canines and humans.

6. Im Thankful for having my mommy's unconditional love.

7. Im thankful for being a Pom and as cute as it can get!

These are my 7 friends I tagged
1. Chewy 491018
2. Oscar 634382
3. Sam 658825
4. Lola Belle 487764
5. Gizmo 49185
6. Rosalita Lola 138230
7. Sophie 555491

Mommy says I should give thanks.

Hi Diary, at first I didn't understand all this fuzz about Thanksgiving Day, the turkey, pumpkin pie, the.......Pilgrims, and everything else.
They didn't mentioned pups at all in relation to this, so I decided it shouldn't be that important. Well, now my Mom explained to me the real meaning of "giving thanks", and she said that, even though there's just one day called "Thanksgiving", we are to give thanks for what we have EVERY DAY of our lives. So NOW I get it, and I give thanks for my Mom, I give thanks, for Dogster, thanks for ALL my furiends, thanks for my furever home, thanks for the food I get, thanks for my comfy doggie-beds, thanks for Life itself, and.........am I forgetting something?.....Uhmmm....let's see....YES, of course, I'm really thankful for a friend like you.
I love you Diary, thanks for your furiendship.
Wags,
ME

I've been a good boy (????)

Heeeeyyyy! It’s me Diary, I’ve been giving you some rest for a while. But I think this is enough and it is time for me to bark at you again. The last have been some quite days, nothing much has been happening lately. Since I’ve been a such a good boy myself (hard for a Pom), my Mom said I’m allowed to play with the compu a couple of hours during the day, while she’s away from home. Know what? it pays behaving yourself, so I’ve been playing games at some of Dogster’s pawsome groups, I looove playing games with my pals.
On the other hand, I wanna tell you about yesterday when I ran myself into a cute little girl, a cute friendly neighbor who escapes from her backyard everyday (naughty girl!), we played and had fun, she ran and jumped and I chased her (with my Mom at the other side of my leash of course) jumped over her, she smelled me but she would not let me smell her (flirty girl…), she wagged at me and then ran towards her house, so I ran after her (with my Mom being dragged all the way too), and we played some more in her front garden, she hid behind a car and played peek-a-boo from under the car, Oh boy!, I was going nuts…….until my Mom picked me up and said it was ENOUGH. “But Mom!!!!!!!!......”, “No buts, your heartbeats are going like crazy….no Brandy this is enough for today. Say bye to your furiend.” Ok, nothing could be done, we left, my ears and my tail slowly went down. But anyway, it was fun and exciting, and it was good while it lasted. OMD I think I'm in love....

My mother says that she’s getting concerned about the fact that I’m turning myself into a rebellious teenager, and pretty soon into a young adult pooch. Well, let me tell you, this is Life, and Life is Good!
Arrf, arrf,
Brandy III - The Lover.

A pup named "Wanderer" -This will be the end!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Diary, this morning I was quietly sitting by the window, just watching those silly birds fighting over the seeds my Mom puts in the birdfeeder, while two smart squirrels were stealing the seeds that fell on the ground. I turned my head and saw my Mom sitting on her favorite chair and looking back at me, I rapidly put on my saddest puppy face and it worked, she called me to her side, picked me up and said: " Would you like to hear the rest of our unfinished story now?". Yipee Mom, I sure would loooove to, and so she started like this:
------------"Remember we left our little heroe running to get away from the puppymill guy? well he ran and ran for about an hour (or so). When he felt it was safe to stop and nobody was after him, he did, but only to realize he had sore paws, and an empty stomach, his tummy was making noises and he was really thirsty.- "Oh Dog!", he said, "there's no food and no water, and I sure miss my doggie bed,.....and it's getting soooo dark....". He was not scared because he was a brave little pom....but he was getting worried and didn't know what to do next". "He kept walking a few more steps but there was no creature around who could help him out. Suddenly right in front of him bright lights appeared. "Oh my, it's a truck, could it be the puppymill bad guy again? I gotta hide", and he tried to hide under a bush, but it was too late, they had seen him allready...... "Heyyyy Wolfie, puppy, is that you?" He heard that voice and it sounds familiar....could it be ?...no it can't be! But yes, it was, it was his human parent Bob's, voice callimg him!!!!!!!!! He took a peek from under the tree and saw that his family truck was standing there besides the road. "Woof, woof, arrfffff, here I am, over here Bob", and he got out from under the bush and started running to his human, jumped and was caught in the air. "Ok, little rascal, why did you ran away, don't you know that there are so many dangers for a little wandering pup like you?" Wolfie couldn't stop licking his human's face (lick, lick, smooch...) And when he got into the truck!.....there were his Pommy parents, Wolfman and Ladyfox waiting to show him all their love. "Woof, woof where had you been, grrrrr", Wolfman said, "we were so worried for you, and you Mom was crying all the time!". "Don't you ever wander outside again!"." Wolfie was ashamed, but was also so happy he did'nt say a word".
"They rode back home and since he was so smelly, he could not avoid a good bath and a good brush. After this he got his food bowl full up to the very top., and he ate. He was so tired, he needed a good night sleep, and tomorrow will be another exciting day. He fell sleep and dreamed of many pawsome adventures. But after that day he lost his pretty name, his human Dad decided that from that day on, he was to be called "Wanderer" to remind him he should never leave the house by himself again."----------

"Ok Brandy, now you know that a little pup shoudl never, and I mean NEVER leave the house without his Mom or Dad. Wolfie, I mean Wanderer, was lucky and blessed, but not always is like that. And this is THE END"

Having said this my Mom, placed me on my doggie bed and I got a long nap, I even dreamed with bones and treats....When I woke up I realized "It's good to be home".
Wags and licks to you diary.

Day after Halloween.

Yawwwnnnnnnnn……..ahhhhh (stretching).................
Heeeyyy, Good Morning to you Diary. What?, (yawn…) you thought I was never gonna get up, ah? Well, let me tell you, I’m exhausted, yes yesterday night was grrrrreat. This was the first time my Mom ever let me up so late. This was a pawsome Halloween, we went to a party called “Halloween at the Mile” and, oh boy, there were so many kids (some of them looked kinda scary) wearing fabulous disguises, and quite some pups too, wearing both funny and scary costumes. Even though we are under storm warning, the party was on and we really had fun. The only negative situation occurred when we met this guy looking like a horrendous vampire, he came so near to my Mom that there was nothing else I could do, I started growling (for the first time in my life) and my mother had to hold me real tight; but I had to let this guy know who I was: “Underbrandy”, and that I was in charge, so the best way to do this is “MARK” your territory….and so I did…..
Don’t know why my Mom got so upset, I’m supposed to protect her from all evil, right?
Well after many exciting events happening around us, and some tasty treats which I was able to much, it started to rain…………aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, and we had to leave the party and get back home. Boy, was I tired, but so happy and excited I could get to sleep for a while. Thanks Mom for letting me have so much fun. I’ll be looking forward to next year’s Halloween.
For now I’m going back to bed……….

So many furiends! Such a grrrreat Halloween!

I just want to wish ALL my pup-pals the very best Halloween ever.

Hope everyone has a grrrrrrrrrrrrreat time, lots of fun and lots of treats.
But remember to be careful and don't eat any treats before your Mom or Dad can check on them, don't want any of you having a bad tummy.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to go "bite or treat" tonight cuz there's a storm warning, and lots of rain and heavy winds are expected, but I'm sure I'll have a wonderful time anyway.
Tomorrow I expect to hear you all barking about your Halloween parties,
have a good Howleeing time.

Howwwwwwllllll.............no, (forgot I'm a Pom) I ment woof, woof.....

How we feel about Dog/animal fighting people

This is how we feel about Dog/animal fighting people:

Dear Michael Vick,
Although we use the term Dear loosely.
You are a complete and total bass turd. You are lower than bass turd!
I poop at you, although you aren't worth the wear and tear on my sphincter.
Sincerely yours,
Gussie Finknottle,
Elvis the Ibizan,
Priscilla,
Mercury,
Rajah Q.,
Mingus Wilbur
Socks E Grrly
Patch
TRIXIE MAE
PUPPIE
TRIXIEMAE ANIMATION
TRIXIEMAE AND SNUGGLES
The Divine Miss Jenna Pooh (I added my feelings!)
Buddy and Jenna's Wedding Page!
Dakota
Brandy III

If you feel the same way copy and paste into your diary! and don't forget to add your name to the end of the list!

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........

The story continues....

Today’s Sunday and since my Mom’s at home, plus it’s raining, I’ll ask her to finish her story. Yup, today’s a good day for story telling. Hey Mooommyyyy, could you please sit down and take me in your lap, pleeeeease? (yes!!!!!). Thanks Mom, now could you tell me the rest of the wandering pup? I’m so anxious to know what happened. “Ok little angel”….(yes, that’s ME), “this is what happened next”:

----------“ Wolfie followed Mrs. Squirrel in search of the promised water, they crossed the road, after looking to both sides of course, and then after they walked for about 20 minutes, they reached a beautiful garden with lots of flowers and a big, beautiful fountain with a big fish made out of rock in the middle, and from which mouth, clear water poured. “Oh boy, this is so grrrrreat”, he said….”but….I can’t reach the water”, “Jump right here pup”, Mrs. Squirrel said and jumped herself to the fountain border, “come, come, we must hurry before anyone sees us”….she said. And since the little pom was so thirsty he decided to jump as high as he could, and so he did: Splash!!!!!!!!! right into the water he fell. “Help, help!” but Mrs. Squirrel was too small and couldn’t help him out. He tried to reach the border again and after a few tries he finally did, jumping, or I should say, “falling” from the fountain to the ground. "Ouch!!!" He ran as fast as he could, dripping wet, with a bump in his head and with badly tangled fur, but well, al least he got to cool himself up. Trying to forget his scary experience, and shaking himself off, he finally got to the road again. He had not taken more that three steps when he saw a truck coming down the road, "ok, I'm gonna get some help", or so he thought, when the truck stopped right in front of him, and since he didn't know how to read he wouldn't know that the truck had a big sign which read: The Good Guy-Puppy Mill.
A big man stepped out from the truck and when our furiend got near, the man quickly tried to grab him: "come here you little mutt!" he shouted, but our pup rapidly jumped back and all the bad guy was able to do is keep a few hairs from Wolfie's tail in his hand. There goes our little hero again, running as fast as the wind.........-------------------
"We'll finish tomorrow Brandy, I've things to do, love you, go take a nap or play with your toys..." my Mom said, and so, this was all for the day.
I sure hope I don't have to wait till next Sunday to hear the rest.

What happened to the wandering pup?

Yes diary, a few days passed and my mother was not able to sit down and finish her story. But yesterday night she finally did. You wanna hear what she said? Do you really wanna?......Really, really?..........Ok, ok, don’t get upset…….I’m gonna tell,
here it goes just as my Mom told me:

-----------“Do you remember that our little friend left home in search of his parents? (forgot to tell you, this pup was named Wolfie just because his fur was dark and had a bushy tail), well he really though they might have been taken away by evil humans (he had heard scary stories about this), and he decided he was going to rescue them from harm. He took the road near his house and started walking as faster as his tiny, short pommy legs allowed him to. There was a bright, summer, scorching sun shining above and since he is such a furry pup, after walking for a few minutes, he started to feel thirsty. "I need to find water" Wolfie thought, so he looked around and saw no water, he kept on walking under the sun until he saw a few bushes besides the road, “Yipee, now I can hide and get some rest under these bushes”. He went under and inside the bushes, laid down in the shadow and prepared to take a nap (puppies do a lot of napping during the day)….but when he closed his eyes her heard a little noise, chomp, chomp…… “What the h……..?” and there it was, a cute little squirrel munching some seeds. “Hello there, excuse me, do you happen to know where I can get any water, please”. “Uhmmmmmm, chirp, chirp”, said the little thing, “why don’t you go home? you must have plenty of water there”. “But I can’t Mrs. Squirrel, I have to rescue my parents, and I need water to make my journey”. “Well, in that case, follow me, but I warn you, we’ll have to cross the road. I’ll take you to a small fountain where you can drink some water, just remember, you have to be careful, keep your balance so you don’t fall into it”. And so they went to find the fountain,………..”-------------

“Ok, baby, it’s time for bed now, we’ll continue tomorrow, ok?” (Mommy kiss, Mommy kiss). But Mommmm,…… Well, that was it. I guess we’ll have to wait to hear the end of the story. Sooooorry..........

Hi there Diary.

Ok, here I am again diary. Today was a boring day, as usual, not much to do but to keep my nose and eyes open to any strange smell or sounds. You know I’m the best watch dog there is (even when I nap I keep one eye wide open……..).

I think it’s almost time for my Mom to get back from work, I’m gonna ask her to keep on telling me the rest of the story she started the other day, I’m just curious to know what finally came of the ran away pup, aren’t you?

I really wanna know what happens when little dogs run away from home.
Yes!!, as soon as she gets home, I’ll demand….errrrrrrrh, I think I’ll rather beg her to finish the story.

Will bark at you later on.

Wags,
Brandy III

Almost lost.

Well Diary, let me tell you this, yesterday I got timed out (again!) but for a different reason this time. Yesterday morning my neighbor Indy (the yellow lab next door, remember?) was on the loose, since he’s so friendly he came over and started sniffing on our front door. He’s a huge friendly guy, but not as smart as we little poms, he was just trying to say hi, but my Mom decided to go out and take him back home, so he would not get in any trouble, she did….but when she got back home and opened the door………..that’s when I flew out right between her legs………My Mom screamed and quickly got a hold on me by my harness (D….harness!), she took me back inside and look at me with fierce eyes.
Yes I know I did wrong, it’s just that I was so excited about my friend being outside……anyway, this is the first time and I won’t do it again. My Mom took a deep breath and picked me up, she kissed me and started to talk to me, she explained that there are many dangers for a dog going on his own outside the house, that she would not stand it if anything bad could happen to me. She said: “let me tell you a story about a little pom who ran away from home…”
and this is what she told:
----------“There was this little, cute pommy pup who used to live with his pommy parents on a little pommy farm. He was pretty happy until one day he noticed his parents were missing. ““Oh my Dog! where had they gone?”” (whine, whine……..), you and I know they had both been taken for a routine check up with the vet, poor pup, he thought they had been stolen or even worse, they might have been kidnapped by some very bad guys. Then after a while, he thought he should try to go rescue his parents by himself……….uhmmm, bad idea. He piled up his few belongings: a little gray elephant toy, a worn out blue collar (no id tag) and his precious box of doggy treats. And so he went….hit the road and started his long, dangerous journey to an unknown world………in search of his long (half an hour) lost parents”.------
“We’ll have to stop here baby, I have to go do some house chores”, “go take a nap, and we’ll continue some time soon”.
And, yes, just like that she placed me on my bed, kissed me, and turned around. Well, (yawn….) I will take that nap (yawnnnnnnnn….) right now.
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz

What's wrong with my Mom?

I usually don’t argue with my Mom, but this time I had to make an exception. I had to make myself clear about my “rules”. Wanna know what am I talking about? Ok Diary, let me explain the situation to you, and then you can give me your point of view (which should be exactly like mine, ok?).

My mother spends the whole day at her job, and “I” spend my whole day at home, alone, bored, and with nothing to do but to guard our home, play with my doggie toys, eat my doggie food, and nap, nap, nap. My Mom gets from work late in the afternoon, looking so tired, exhausted and worn out….but, me…………no sir, I’m energized, happy, excited, ready to go, and in the “let’s have some fun mood”. So, at the moment she crosses the front door, I start jumping, twirling, barking, nipping, and calling for full attention (which I deserve)….. “Let’s go, let’s go Mom”, “get the leash and let me take “you” out for a walk!”. That’s when my Mom gives me THAT look , ignores my pleads and goes right to the bedroom to spend 5 seconds in taking off her high heels, put on her sneakers and then, not before that, she takes me for a walk. This is so unfair……my mother should not make me wait for her THAT long.
After we get back from the walk, I’m relieved and already in the “PLAY MODE”, so I keep on jumping and nipping my Mom’s shoes, or even her ankles……..and wao, that makes her really mad…but this is not fair Mommy, you’re supposed to entertain me after all these hours alone, don’t cook, don’t do the dishes, don’t take a bath, don’t answer the phone, DON'T GO TO REST……..just come play with me please.

Diary, I’m sure you agree with me on this, I should always, and I mean always, be the center of my Mom’s Universe. Am I right?

The Misunderstood Pooch.

Oh no,...I've tagged again.

Hey everybody, both my fur-iends Murphy and Digger tagged me! This is a fun game to get better acquainted with your Dogster friends. Here’s how we play: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are Tagged need to post in their Diary the rules and their 7 random facts. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their names. Then let them know by pmail or a rosette that they have been Tagged and to read your Diary for instructions on how to play.

Ok here are my 7 random facts:

1. I am a happy go lucky pooch
2. I love taking walks with my Mom.
3. I need to get neutered as soon as possible.
4. My human cousins love coming to my huse just to play with me.
5. I've made lots of great pals here in Dogster.
7. I sleep in my Mom's bed and I wake her up with a kiss very morning.

Here are the pups I am tagging:
1. Mocha #628125
2. Dakota #216451
3. Tobias Bear #522506
4. Princess #455195
5. Smokey 50151
6. Pepe #67784
7. Luciano # 604267

Love you all,

Why?

Diary you know for sure that, after my Mom, you are my very best fur-iend, right? Well I have a situation which I hope you’ll be able to help me clarify.
As you already know I have been sleeping on Mom’s bed for a while now, after all that discussion on whether I should, cuz I might fall, and all that yap, yap, yap (let me tell you I still keep my paws crossed that I don’t fall in my sleep). Ok, that’s that, but even though I snore a bit this, doesn’t bother my Mum at all, now, there is something else, I’m, starting to run,… yes run, in my sleep…. I turn my belly up (like a normal pom), whine a little, bark some more, and start moving my legs as if I was running after a squirrel or maybe a lizard, so my mother wakes up by all this commotion on her bed. She wakes me up because she thinks I’m having a bad dream, but I told her that I’m dreaming of running thru an open field in the country, with high beautiful grass and lots of flowers and butterflies, the wind blowing on my furry tail, and the sun shinning bright, high in the blue sky over the mountains……..and with all THESE romantic thoughts she leaves me stay on her bed. I cuddle up against her back, then when she goes back to sleep, I get nearer, nearer, push her a bit, very tenderly of course, and……TAKE OVER her wonderful, soft pillow….all for myself. Ahhhhhhh, it’s so grrrrr-eat to sleep with my Mom.
So here is my question: Why do you think my mother gets up every morning complaining about her back and her neck? Do you think this might be because she’s no “spring chicken” anymore?,…. hey, NO, PLEASE, don’t tell her I said this Diary. If you do I’ll pledge innocence to the end. Comm’on now, you are my confident and you have to keep your pages shut, ok?
Have a beautiful day,
Brandy III

Nothing new.

How’re you doing my friend? Well, I could say I’m ok, nothing much has happened since the last time I barked at you. I’m a bit excited cuz I’ve made a few more fur-iends and also because the group I mentioned before is coming back to be the active group I used to know. That is so grrrrreat!
On the other side, as you already know, this was a long weekend and my Mom spend most of the time with me, we had long walks, long “talks”,
watch some TV and spent some quality time together. Just like every pup and his human Mom should do. So I could say I’m a very happy and blessed pooch.
Today my Mom had to go to work so I’m here just resting myself and talking it easy, so I’ll be ready for my Mom’s return. Yeah, I have to regain all my energy to let her know how happy I am when she gets home again.
I’ll be barking real soon pal.
Take care,
Hugs,
Brandy III

Today’s Saturday and this is gonna be a loooong weekend cuz Monday’s Holiday and Mom does not have to go to work, “this” is good news.

On the other side, I’m feeling sort of depressed. Yes, I know this is something to worry about since I’m such a happy go lucky pup. Let me tell you about this. I belong to a “group” in which I was named administrator by the former administrator when she had to leave. Even when I was not asked if I wanted to do it, I was happy because I felt I “belonged”, and that I was been considered an important part of the group. Well, this has not been an easy task ever since, me and my mother (of course) have been trying to keep the group participating, we have posted different threats, we have posted stories, made jokes, made fun out of myself,..... but with little or none response. I invited several pups to join, and they did, but I think they may be feeling that they made a mistake by joining. I’m feeling a bit tired and don’t know if it would be better for me to resign. No, I don’t know what do know anymore diary, I hope some of the members read this and understand how I feel. For the first time in my Pommy life I don’t know how to resolve a situation.
But I’m not ready to give up yet, I’ll keep on trying, as long as my Mom stands by my side because I really care for this group.
Who said I was a coward?????????? I may get beaten....but I’m not defeated (at least not yet).

Well, I’ll try to enjoy these free days with my Mom, and for now I think I’ll take a little nap.
No, no tail wags today diary, just sights and maybe a little whining.

Take care friend.
Brandy III, a/k/a Depressed pooch.

In Loving Memory of my brothers gone to The Bridge 10/04.

Brandy and Bud, fur-angels gone to The Rainbow Bridge. This is my mother’s tribute to their memory:

~~~~~~My sweet forever friends, as time goes by and other anniversary of your departure gets near, my soul, still filled with memories of our times together, weeps again. I miss you my dearest ones, even when I have a new friend whom I love so much, half of my heart is gone with you, please watch over me and my new friend until we meet again. ~~~~~~
Your Mom.
"Remember Me"-Author Unknown
Remember me always, but do not grieve me for too long. I have tried always to comfort you in times of sorrow, and have made every effort to add joy to your life. I never wanted to cause you pain.

Peace for me is certain now, and I suspect I will have eternal sleep in the earth I loved so well.

Please, after your period of grieving for me, make room in your heart for another. You are the kind of human being that should always have a friend like me to love. Your kind and gentle heart should not be wasted on my memory for too long. Give your love to another, I know your new friend will never take my place, because we had something very special between us.

It may not be quite the same, but a new and devoted companion will in time, become special in their own way.

You loved me very much and I loved you. My spirit will always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep, my grateful heart will always remember you.


I'll always love you too Mom,
Brandy III

What a surprise!

Hey Diary, I’ve a surprise for you…..oh boy, I’m so excited…I can’t believe it…. I’ve been elected Dog of the Month for October on Boricua Dogs & Cats!!!!!.
This is so great, and I really didn’t expect to be awarded with such a title. I feel so happy and honored, and my Mom…..well I don’t have to mention that she’s so proud and happy she almost cried. Yes, I think that if my Mom would have had a tail herself, she would be wagging with great energy, but, since she can’t do it, I’m doing it for both of us.
I wanna thank all my friends from “Boricua Dogs and Cats”, and even though I wasn’t born in Puerto Rico I feel proud that my family comes from this beautiful paradise. I hope I can go visit for the first time with my Mom before the year ends (keep my paws crossed).
Thanks again for all of those who made this dream possible, to Dogster for giving me the opportunityto be here, to you Diary for always been there for me, to all my pup-pals and furr-iends, and last but not least, to my Mom for helping me out with the compu (this sounds as if I were on the Oscars).
Common diary, say it, you are also proud of me, aren’t you? Yes you do.
Yippee!!!!!!!!!
Brandy III

What a Day!

I'll be quick this time cuz I'm so tire I'm going to bed early today. I'll start by telling you that after a rainy week at lat we had a very bright and sunny day, we went for a walk early i the morning and then my Mom got her purse which always make my ears go down, since it means she's going to leave the house without me, but to my surprise she said: " com'on let's go baby"... she did'nt had to say it twice, there I was all tail wags and ready to get leashed and run.
Well we went to Petco, my Mom got my food and a few bones, some wipes for my tear stains, and.............she went directly to see the Halloween costumes. OMD, there were dinosaurs, elves, cowboys, frogs, witches, and ANGELS!!!!! costumes. I didn't like any of them, they were nothing similar to my personality. I was sniffing each and all of them, and when finished, started sniffing the first one again. This got my mother kind of anxious and she finally took one in her hand turning to me and saying: "This is the one you're getting, and if you don't like it then too bad, there will be no "bite or treat" for you this year". Well Mom, let me tell you this, there's no way I'm gonna wear that silly stupid: ANGEL!!!! costume. Can you imagine me wearing a silver halo an white little wings???? not in this life NO WAY!. So she finally bought NO costume for me and we ran back home.
I would have loved a superhero, a vampire, a policeman, or a monster costume, but no, my mother thinks I'm a cute, sweet, little angel.
I'm gonna wait a few days and ask my Mom if I could get one on the Net, maybe she will say yes.
-----"angels"......imagine!
Gotta go,
will bark again soon.
Brandy III

It keeps raining.

Hello, here I am, bored and lonely….Thanks Dog I got you, my faithful friend. Always ready and willing to listen, without saying a word, unless you have something to say of course. It has been raining for two days now and I don’t like rain too much becuz my Mom won’t take me out for long walks, just a few seconds for me to do my business, and back inside. I’ve also noticed that when it rains my fur gets sponged and frizzy and I look fat and round like a hairy volleyball (only black).

I was thinking (since there’s not much more I can do when it rains), my Mom said that my friend Venus has a cat sister that’s having babies, these are called “kittens”, and that Venus’ mom asked my mum if she would like to get one. My mother said that she’s not sure whether it would be a good idea, she said that she has her hands full already with me, and even when it could keep me company, I’m so spoiled I might not wanna share my Mom’s love with anyone else (that’s for sure). What do you think, would it be nice to have a little kitten running around, trying to steal my toys, ripping my bed with it’s claws, getting into my Mom’s lap before me?............Nah, I don’t think so. I’m really not against cats, no sir, they are cute and have great personality, I do enjoy having kitty friends, but….I’m used to being an “only child” and it would be real hard for me to share my mom’s love.
Well, that’s my side of the story, would you like to tell me yours?

I was put on TIME OUT!

Can you believe this? This morning after I got back from the morning walk something terrible happened. I went right into our living-room, stood right besides my Mom's wooden furniture, took a little sniff, and.............lost control of my body, had absolute no willpower, couldn't do anything to stop this from happening........I raised my hind leg and.........I....no, can't say it. You'll have to imagine it yourself.

My Mom was sooooo mad at me, she was really furious, I thought she would bite me, but... she opened her eyes at me and said LOUD and CLEAR: "Did you do THIS?"( Duh Mom, who else could have done it ?)....."Get out from here...." "Go to your bed...now and stay there", "you're are being punished"........"you're a bad, bad Dog". My ears went down, so did my tail, and I ran to my bed without even looking back. This was the worth part of all, I don't really care getting Time Out, what really hurts me is that my mother had never called me a "DOG" before. Yes, diary, I know that's what I am, but she never said it before, I was always called her baby, my love, sweetie boy, my angel, or just Brandy when she was not so happy at me. But never, ever called me "DOG" (whines), do you think this little accident will disgrace our mother and son relation? I really hope it doesn't, what would I be without my Mum's love.
Please cross your paws, no I mean your fingers, no your pages, whatever, Diary for my mother to forgive and forget this unusual and terrible incident. It wasn't really me, something "evil" came into me which I could not control, I'm so sorry. I'm so ashamed. I'm depressed.
Brandy III, the sad pom.

Hey!...what'z up Daisy?

Hey, wanna know whom I ran into this morning? That cute, well educated girl, Daisy. What, you don’t remember her? Ok, diary, let me refresh your memory (think you're getting old….) Daisy is that gorgeous little Dachshund I met when I first got to my forever home. This girl leaves near by our house and she’s very well mannered, she always walks right behind her human without even looking at her sides. She just takes a little peek at me from the corner of her charming brown eyes, but keeps walking straight ahead after her dad. I really admire her but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do the same. No sir, I have to walk right in front of my mom, cuz I have to make sure there’s no danger ahead, I have to protect my mother from any possible threads such a psychopath squirrels, low flying birds, dear-devil lizards, wild cats, or even not so friendly pooches. I have to lead my mom at all times, yeap, I have to pull her in order to make her walk, she should know by now that the correct way is to walk fast and from side to side, stop at every tree and corner to mark our path, so we don’t loose our way back, common now, I’m not always gonna be by her side to tell you what you should do. Mmmmm, maybe we should start thinking about getting a good obedience school for her……………
OUCH!!!!! ok, Mum, I was only kidding, sorry, no I’m not a wise guy… (Gosh, humans sometime loose their sense of humor).
Some kinda friend are you anyway diary, why didn’t you tell me my mom was right behind me reading at you.
(ouch, it still hurts…..) Sorry Mom, love you……..
-----------I’ll get back TO YOU later diary.
Brandy III

I'm so happy.

Yes, diary, I'm so happy cuz....TODAY'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!! This means I'll have my Mom full time for the next two days. Yippee! I looove it when she's home the whole day and I can take my daily naps on her lap instead of my doggy bed or the kitchen rug. She know it's time when I keep nipping at her shoes or her pants legs, that's the time when she should stop all her house shores immediately and pay full and absolute attention to my necessities. I must be the center of attention at all times, that's what poms are for.

Ok, on another note, yesterday night we had a visit from my human "bro", Angel, and his family, meaning he brought my two cousins along, and for the first time I had the opportunity of taking a close look and sniff of my little human-puppy- cousin, Tyra. She's cute even tough she has no fur, she's small, funny, and sure smells good (milky), but, can you beleive this?.......... they would let me kiss her, don't know why, they all know I'm an extraordinary and compulsive kisser, humans can be so ungrateful at times...
They would'nt allow her to be priviledged by getting some sweet little pommy smooches and licks, she'll probably be "marked for like" because of their parents ignorance.

Well, having said it all, I think I'll go and continue to chew on one of my favorite rawhide sticks, or maybe I'll rather insist in trying to destroy my little plush baby bear toy (it squeaks and drives me nuts).

Lots of pommy kisses,
Brandy III

9-11, I didn't know.

Hello Diary, my mom just told me that today is a sad day which should always be remebered in our hearts. I didn't know since I'm only one and 1/2 years old, but now my mother has told me lots of stories regarding that terrible day. Now I understand a little bit more about tragedy, sadness, death, bad people, pain, and most important: love, unity, hope, and heroes.
I now will too remember, and I'll keep all these humans and dogs who lost their lifes in my prayers and in my heart.
May they all rest in Heaven.

Here's some data that my mom was reading this morning:

NEW YORK CITY, NY (USA)
Sep. 11, 2001
It was the largest deployment of search dogs in U.S. history and possibly the single greatest example of inter-species cooperation in the history of human disasters.
More than 350 dogs lent their snouts to 9/11 search-and-rescue (SAR) efforts at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Approximately 100 were deployed by FEMA, and the remaining 250 included SAR dogs from around the country, NY police dogs, security dogs and volunteers who rushed to the scene as soon as it happened.
No accurate count has been made of all the furry heroes who were there, and we have even less of an idea of their current whereabouts.

And also a link with some news related to that day:

http://dogsinthenews.com/issues/0109/articles/010921 a.htm

You might want to take a look.
Let's never forget please,

Brandy III

Hello.

Since nothing much has been going on lately, I've decided It's about time for me to become an educated dog. I'm no longer a pup, I'm already 1 and 1/2 dog-years old, which means I'm approximately17 human-years old and I must behave according to my age (????). I've started to study some facts related to our kind and some I've found pretty interesting, enough to be shared with some of my friends, friends like you diary. Here I'm posting some of these facts:

Did You Know that?:
1. The US & France have the most pet dogs.
2. One in every 3 US families own one or more dogs?
3. World’s largest dog: a 3 year old Mastiff, named Hercules, weighing 282 lbs!
4. Worlds smallest dog: at 2 years old was 2.5” tall by 3.75” long, weighing only 4 oz.
5. The oldest breed of dog native to North America is the Chihuahua.
6. Two dogs survived the Titanic: a Peckingese and……….a POMERANIAN!

How's that? I'm pawsitive you didn't know these important facts. Well, I'll try to keep you better informed in the future.

Take care,
Your pal,
Brandy III

Not much.

Hello diary, have you been missing me? Yes, I know you have. Well cry no more, here I am.
You see diary, what happened is that not much has been happening during the last few days. Same old story, Mom’s at work and I keep guarding the house for the whole day until she gets back home, our usual walks thru the neighborhood, same old birds, same old squirrels, same old CATS!, same old lizards………(grrrrr, that reminds me of my long lost pet lizard…….), same old doggies taking their humans out for a walk……., and us. The other day we met a family strolling with three poms, we were properly introduced and I played a little with one of them named “Astro”, kinda nice experience, but I noticed they were smaller than me, my Mom said it is cuz they are miniature poms. Mmmmmm, that’s funny, I thought there were no smaller poms, but it’s ok, they are cute.
Since I have nothing more to tell you, here’s what a the guy we met told my Mom:

“Poms are the “Jerry Lewis” of the dog world!, these are my favorite dogs I have ever had! They are true clowns” (does this sound familiar to you?), “they make me laugh all of the time! If one is looking for a true "companion" dog, you could not pick a better dog than a Pomeranian”.

Well let me tell you friend, I do agree on that.

Ok, gotta go now, it’s time for a little nap, yes I know I should be watching the front door, I’ll keep one eye wide open.
I’ll get back to you soon, wags.
Brandy III

I Lost my new pet!

I’m so maaaaaad! Got myself a new pet but now it’s gone because of my Mother.

Wanna know what happened? Ok, let me tell you: you know well me right, ah?, I’ve always been a curious pup, I like to see where do squirrels hide, how high do birdies and butterflies can fly, how far can little frogs can jump, and of course, how fast can little lizards run. Well, this morning I was walking the neighborhood and my Mum usually keeps her eyes on me at all times, but I was behaving pretty well, not pulling my leash or trying to go from side to side of the street….I was a very gooood dog.
There were squirrels up in the trees, and a group of little wild parrots suddenly crossed the sky above us, making all their usual noises, my mom looked up to see them (they are so cute!) and right at that same moment a little lizard crossed in front of me….I thought it was also cute I might well take it home with me and keep it as a pet to make me company wile mommy’s at work.
Zap! with a fast movement I got it right between my teeth. “Gotcha little liz, you’re gonna be my best pal”, and I kept it “gently” inside my muzzle and between my teeth.
We kept on walking back home, and we where almost there when my mother looked at me and saw a little tail hanging out from the a corner of my mouth,…..she opened her big brown eyes in terror!: “Brandy! Drop it drop it, bad dog….leave that poor thing alone”. …. And when I opened my mouth to explain I wasn’t gonna hurt it, I just wanna have my own little pet lizard, ………..the little creature got free, and escaped running as fast as I never thought it could. Ahhh, Mom, saw what you did? I lost my cute little pet! It’s all your entire fault….now I’ll have to wait till we go out again to get me another one!
Life is so unfair, everyone else can have a pet of their own!, why can’t I? Whining……,

I WANNA PET! (am I spoiled or what?).

The joke's on me.

Sometimes while walking our neighborhood, we have passed by houses with something on their front doors, or at the garden gates, which my Mom said were “signs” telling us to keep away because there is a bad or aggressive dog in the house. My mom says the sign reads: “Beware of Dog” and that it’s a warning for anyone not to get nearer, so we usually do not get near those houses, just in case. Ok, that’s nothing out of this world, or so I thought, but……….this morning I’ve noticed “something” placed on our front door which wasn’t there the day before, and it sure looks pretty much like those “signs” I told you before.
All watch dogs should be curious by nature, and so am I, I had to know who had placed that on our door, and why. I went directly and started by interrogating my Mum (she’s the only one at home): Mother, who dared to put that thing on our main entrance? And what’s the meaning of it? What’s the hidden purpose behind this action? Why us?......., but before I kept on going with my investigation my mother held me tight and whispered close to my ear: “Brandy, my sweet boy, my faithful guardian” (yeah, that’s me), “calm down, let me explain. That thing as you may have noticed, is a sign, and all it says is “ Beware of Dog””. (!!!!!!!!, ?????)
But Mum, how could you? You know me! I’m the most social dog in the world, I have never growled at anyone (yet), have never, ever bitten any creature (except my grey elephant toy), and even when I’m a great, the best, watch dog, I’m not aggressive at all; so why should you place that sign, people will think there’s a vicious doggy inside….

“No dear, this sign just warns people to: -Beware of Dog…..do not step on it!-

Ha, ha, ha,… Grrrrrrr....so funny! Is that a joke or what?
Sometimes I think my Mom should be on TV.
Arrrrf,
Brandy III

Starting the week.

Hello diary, today’s Monday and everything here is peace and quiet; after a very active Sunday all has come to the usual calmness at home. My Mom has to go back to work and I’ll stay here guarding the house, that’s my job, taking care of safety around here.
Let me tell you I had a grrrrrrreat Sunday, my Mom’s Grandpa was visiting us and he’s so much fun, he likes to play with me and he even lets me get on his lap without complaining, he’s quite a guy. Then 4 of my human cousins came too, among them came Alex, she’s my favorite one. Not that I don’t like the rest of the girls, they do play with me and give me looooove, but….Alexandra…..well she’s something else. She runs and runs, and runs, and then runs some more………she’s never tired, just like me. We played a lot and she even picked me up, but when my mother saw this, she went got into “panic-mode” cuz she gets scared she might drop me (Alex is so small that she can’t hold me for so long), so she opened her eyes as wide as she could and she ran to us and picked me up quietly. But anyway, I had lots of fun on Sunday,….. yes I did!
Today I’m gonna spend the day guarding, and napping….yawn…..napping and guarding…till Mommy get back from work.
Have a nice one, diary!
Wags,
Brandy III, the watch dog………

SLEEPWALKING OR SLEEPBARKING?

You see diary, I’m quite different from most of my fellow-poms, which as a general rule are pretty good barkers. A few humans don’t even like poms (can’t believe this) cuz they say poms bark a lot. Well most poms enjoy “speaking” and you can say that some are pretty loud for such small doggies. But let me tell you, not me, I’m special…….I never, ever bark. Yes, it’s true, I don’t bark at humans, cats, other poochs, the wind, thunder, fireworks………..nope, I just don’t like barking at all. But………there’s always a “but”, this is the situation: I looooove sleeping in mommy’s bed, and even though she doesn’t like it (she’s afraid I might fall), I’ve lately figured out a way to stay in bed the whole night. Yes, when my mother goes to bed at night she usually watches some TV before going to sleep, that’s when I start my act; I stand in my two back feet, put on my “poor little puppy” face, and start doing this little jumping as to ask my mom: “pleeeeease pick me up, I need some loving”, and of course, she can’t resist my charm. She used to pick me up and let me stay for a while at her bed, while I played with her hair and nipped a little at her hands or feet….but….when it was time for her to turn off the lights and go to sleep, she placed me in my own doggy bed (which by the way is pretty comfortable), but now I‘ve changed my methods, instead of playing in Mom’s bed I pretend to be sound sleep, so that when she sees me like that (I sleep with my belly right up-cute ah?) her heart melts and she just leaves me sleep right on her bed for the whooooole night.

This has been happening for quite a few weeks now, but the thing is that my mom keeps telling me I keep waking her up because I SLEEP-BARK!!!!.....Can you imagine? my mother says that right in the middle of the night, my eyes pretty closed, I start barking and sometimes I even growl!.......Don’t know what’s going on in my dreams, could it be possible that I have two personalities? Do you know some other doggies with the same “condition”? I’m a sleep barker! Oh my Dog, please help me out, do you think I should go see a doggie “shrink” or do I need to be exorcised? Is there something wrong with me???????????????…………or is it just that....

What? you say it’s nothing and I should not worry at all? yes, I know my Mom will always love me no matter what…well, yes, I know some humans walk in their sleep, so that makes them “sleepwalkers” right? Uhmmmm, ok, maybe this is normal after all, and as long as I keep on sleeping in Mum’s bed, think I can live with it. It seems I may well just be a “sleep-barking” pooch.

Thanks diary, you’re always some kind of friend.
Brandy III (yawn, yawnnnn………….)

Forgot to tell you something.

Heeeyyyy! diary, I forgot to tell you during the past few days my mom started doing something new. She's trying to brush my teeth!!!!!!!!!
Yeap! she bought some stuff (she says it's doggy toothpaste) whish smells like chicken, a little kind of brush (blue of course, cuz I'm a boy) and another little thing that she puts in her finger and has little things that make it look like a little "brush" (this I don't like much). Well, at first my Mum gave me a little taste of the so called "toothpaste", I sniffed, sniffed, licked my mom's finger....Uhmmmm, it tastes ok, I think I may come to like it. Then my Mom took a bit more and she put her finger inside my tiny mouth, rubbed my teeth and gums, but she couldn't reach my back teeth (I wouldn't let her, ha, ha, ha....). After that first day she started doing this every day, I must correct myself, every night; we sit on the sofa, she takes me in her lap, and starts the procedure all over again, with tenderness and telling me loving sweet words, she starts rubbing my teeth and gums, at first with the toothpaste and her fingers, and then a little with the toothbrush. Now after a few days,we 're doing better, but it's still very difficult for her to reach back into my tiny, little mouth.
I think it's not so bad, it's just that the idea of having something put into your mouth and not been able to take a bite at it is a very extrange feeling. Anyway, I promise I'm gonna try to do my best and get used to it, specially to the brush in my mouth, my mommy says that if I don't do this all my teeth will fall, I don't think I would like that.
Yes, it will take time, but at the end we'll suceed, I'm pawsitive we will.
Brandy III,
Note: beautiful, healthy teeth are important, right?

Need to keep in my mind.

Since I'm still in the process of becoming a good, well behaved grown up dog, here are 25 things I MUST always remember:
1) The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
2) I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
3) I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under the bed.
4) I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
5) I will not eat any other creature's food, before they eat it or after they throw it up.
6) I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to get sick.
7) I will not throw up in the car.
8) I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc. just because I like the way they smell.
9) I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the backyard after processing.
10) I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell.
11) I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.
12) When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.
13) We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.
14) I will not steal my mom's underwear and dance all over the backyard with it.
15) The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom or dad's laps.
16) My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
17) I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for mom's driver's license and car registration.
18) I will not eat mint flavored dental floss out of the bathroom garbage to avoid having a string hanging out of my butt.
19) I will not use "roll around in the dirt" as an option after just getting a bath.
20) Sticking my nose between somebody's legs is not an acceptable way to say hello.
21) I will not hump a person's leg just because I thought it was the right thing to do.
22) I will not let out gas in my human's face while sleeping on the pillow next to their head.
23) I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the carpet.
24) I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my private parts when company is over.
25) A cat is not a squeaky toy so if I play with one and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.

Please diary help me remember them for my own good, and my Mom's peace of mind. Thanks.
Brandy III

Love Fest

It is a new Dogster tag game. You are Loved! You pick three Dogsters that you think are fantastic and tell a little about why! Don't forget to let them know how much they are loved with a p-mail, star or a rosette. By what I have read, you do not tag the one that tags you. There are so many great dogs and their families on dogsters that it's tough to pick but I'll start with......


All my friends are are so lovable, but I've to pick only three for now:

Gizmo- Such a good friend
Sophie- For being so sweet
Demon Flash Bandit- he's a very wise dog

NOTE: I really adore ALL my pals, they are pawsome but the game sys to pick just 3.

Love you (with doggie love which is the most sincere),
Brandy III

I'm getting wiser.

My mother said that there are things that I'm gonna be able to understand, or learn, as I keep growing up.
And know what diary?, I think she's right. Here are some terms which I've been able to understand now that I'm almost a young adult pooch.

LEASH: A strap which attaches to your collar, enabling you to lead your person where you want him/her to go.

DOG BED: any soft, clean surface, such as the white bedspread in the guest room or the newly upholstered couch in the living room.

DROOL: Is what you do when your persons have food and you don't. To do this properly you must sit as close as you can and look sad and let the drool fall to the floor, or better yet, on their laps pr shoes.

SNIFF: A social custom to use when you greet other dogs. Place your nose as close as you can to the other dog s rear end and inhale deeply, repeat several times until your person makes you stop.

BICYCLES: Two-wheeled exercise machines, invented for dogs to control body fat. To get maximum aerobic benefit, you must hide behind a bush and dash out, bark loudly and run alongside for a few yards; the person then swerves and falls into the bushes, and you prance away.

DEAFNESS: This is a malady which affects dogs when their person wants them in and they want to stay out. Symptoms include staring blankly at the person, then running in the opposite direction, or lying down.

THUNDER: This is a signal that the world is coming to an end. Humans remain amazingly calm during thunderstorms, so it is necessary to warn them of the danger by trembling uncontrollably, panting, rolling your eyes wildly, and following at their heels.

WASTEBASKET: This is a dog toy filled with paper, envelopes, and old candy wrapper. When you get bored, turn over the basket and strew the papers all over the house until your person comes home

SOFAS: Are to dogs like napkins are to people. After eating it is polite to run up and down the front of the sofa and wipe your whiskers clean.

BATH: This is a process by which the humans drench the floor, walls and themselves. You can help by shaking vigorously and frequently.

LOVE: Is a feeling of intense affection, given freely and without restriction. The best way you can show your love is to wag your tail. If you're lucky, a human will love you in return.

I getting to the real meaning of things, I'm so eager to learn!!!!!!!!!

Arrrrffff,
Brandy III

Does love hurt?

I wonder, what does it mean when humans say: "love him (her) so much that it hurts" or "loving much hurts in your heart", or even "love hurts", etc.
Tell me diary, can Love hurt? What do they mean by "Love", I don't think I really understand what this is all about.
Do we doggies know about this Love Thing? I have a slight idea of what they may mean with this word, cuz when my Mom hugs me she says she "loves" me, but she smiles when she says it, so I don't think she's in pain, and she does this all the time: "I looove you baby....", "Mommy loves Brandy soooo much...", she even asks me: "Do you love me?" (I don't know, but I suppose I do, and kiss her on her nose).
Tell me diary, is this warm feeling I get all over me when I see my Mom, and this extreme happiness I show as soon as she gets home, or this feeling of extreme sadness when I see her crying that makes me run to her and try to comfort her by licking her hands or just by clowning around to make her smile, something to do with "love"?
Is this need to protect my mother and keep her safe from harm, to stay by her side at all times, no matter if I have eaten already or if I'm not feeling well; is this need to have her cuddle me in her arms and snuggle with me at her bed what humans call "LOVE"?.....
Then if this is it then I'm pawsitive we doggies Do Know How To Love.
Do you agree?
Arrrf, arrrf,
Brandy III

It's my Mom's turn.

Hello dear Brandy's diary, this is me Brandy's Mom. Yes, I know, I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to be writing on you...ok, I should have my own diary....but Brandy said it was ok, just for this once.

Let me tell you, a few months ago I had a very strong argument with my furry baby caused by difference in opinions. Brandy has always being a stylish pooch who proudly wore his blue doggy collar as if he had won a "best breed contest" prize. He sure looked cute I agree, but since I've always been so concerned about the "collapse trachea" matter, I started reading about the benefits of a doggy harness vs the collar, so I decided it was time to impose my point of view because it was for Brandy's wellness. At first I tried to reason with him, mission impossible, he can surely be a stubborn pom. He refused and fight me, and the harness, with all his heart. I spoke to him and tried to explain that the harness thing was practical, safer, comfortable and had a cute casual/sporty look....but no, he wouldn't give in. Not until we saw a cute little video "dogs walking" at one of his most dear pals a beautiful girl named Lady (Dogster id 490991) showing her and her bros and sis walking proudly and with ease wearing their harnesses, thanks to Lady and her pack; this was it, Brandy III agreed to give it a try.
I had bought a beautiful blue (manly looking) harness and at last I was able to make him try it on, at first he was making faces at it, but then when we went out and started walking he realized that it was not as bad as he thought. No sir, he could move freely and even pull at mom without hurting his neck and starting to cough! Success!!!!!!!.....

"Ok mommy, I think you won this one, this harness thingy is fine, and it doesn't look so bad afterall, I'll wear it, if it makes you happy."

...Yes, it makes me very happy, and I would advise all humans owned by small breeds to get a harness, is safer for your babies since the stress on their throats and necks is reduced to a minimum,.....and they do look stylish in them.
Ok, diary, thanks for listening, love,
Brandy III's mom.

What's in a name?

Diary, let me tell you about names. There are so many strange names among humans and among pets. There are names which can be given to either girls or boys the same, for example: Alex, Charlie, Sam, Jessie, Jordan, Brownie, Ginger, Ashley, Dixie, Smokey, Bear, Candy, Cheyenne, and many more.

My name has always been a point of discussion (more like a controversial matter) between friends, family members, and even people, not related to us, want to express their points of view in relation to this (sometimes I get tired of hearing so many silly opinions). Some people say it’s a girl’s name, others say it can be used either for girls or boys (they use the word “unisex”). I don’t care what people say cuz I’m pawsitively sure of what I am. I look like a cute sweet little pooch, but don’t fool yourself, I’m a tough, strong and masculine “macho man”. A name doesn’t really mean anything; it’s who you are and how you do unto others what really matters. I know I’m a good dog, loyal and faithful, I have a great big heart in a small furry body and a crystal clear soul.

Let me tell you I’m proud of my name, know why? Because it was my brothers’ name too. They were my mother’s most beloved life companions, they were great dogs, and I feel honored to be named after them.

Don’t pay much attention to names diary, take your time to really look into the “creature” bearing it, and then you’ll know who they really are.

Proudly: Brandy III

A bit of information won't hurt.

You are the one who knows me better, after my mom of course, and you know I like to drive humans and us pups closer to a better understanding day by day, so having said this, I've decided to include in this entry some info which I happened to come into when doing my usual daily search on the web (believe it or not I looove been a cyber-dog and I'm pretty good at it).

This I liked a lot, and hope it's clear and simple enough for humans to understand that the've gotta loooot to learn from us (hope my Mum doesn't read this entry):

A Few Life Lessons Learned From A Dog
Author Unknown

1. If you stare at someone long enough, eventually you'll get what you want.
2. Don't go out without ID.
3. Be direct with people; let them know exactly how you feel by piddling on their shoes.
4. Be aware of when to hold your tongue, and when to use it.
5. Leave room in your schedule for a good nap.
6. Always give people a friendly greeting. A cold nose between their legs is quite effective.
7. When you do something wrong, always take responsibility (as soon as you're dragged out from under the bed).
8. If it's not wet and sloppy, it's not a real kiss.

I really hope they get it.
Will bark soon,
Brandy III, from my working desk.

Wanna know what we found in the streets?

Yesterday, after having walk for a while thru our neighborhood, and coming around the corner straight to our house (it was too hot outside), my mom suddenly stopped….she seems she had seen something strange or dangerous right in our way…at least that’s what I thought when she picked me up so suddenly. But no, no way, it wasn’t strange, or dangerous, but it sure was big, furry and yellow. Yes, it was my neighbor Indy!, remember him, the big, friendly and feisty yellow lab-retriever living next door? This guy is one of a kind, he behaves just like “Clifford, the big red dog”, only this one is yellow.
What on earth is he doing outside in the street without a lead and without his humans? My Mom started calling him and as soon as he saw her (well, us) he started running toward us, tail wags, and drools everywhere…..Yippee!....., hold it, “Back Indy, Back”, my mum said with a strong voice and attitude I had never seen before in her. And since he is such a sweet (and large) guy he just came inside the porch jumping and wagging his tail after my mom, everything was ok then, but while my mother was knocking on Indy’s humans front door he got quite near me (was still on mommy’s safe arms), and took a good, too good for my taste, sniff of my Bu…, I’m sorry…, of my rear end. Ok, that was it!, enough is enough!, “Indy” Grrrrrr, grrr, “Back, back!” I growled… “we are neighbors but we are supposed to respect each other, you can sniff me ok, but not when I’m not able to sniff you back……..”
Indi’s human mom opened the door and he got right in, she was really surprised since they didn’t know he had been roaming the streets (how can this be? I asked myself), well, they told my mother that the gardener had left the back door opened and he just went for a little walk.
What do you think about this? don’t know how could they not realize my friend was missing, my Mum keeps an eye on me at all times (she can sometimes become a pain), and if she doesn’t see me for a while, she immediately starts looking for me everywhere in the house (a guy like me can’t have any privacy).
Well,…..after all I’ve learned that: “you never know what you can find out in the streets”.
Brandy III,
-----I’m a good neighbor, right?-----

Ufff!

This is no easy task being part of many groups and administrating one of them. You gotta keep yourself well informed of everything going in each of the groups, plus you have to pay special attention to your job as administrator. It's quite exhausting you know, but been the pawsitive pooch I am, I know I 'm gonna keep up with all my day to day activities and duties towards the groups and their members. (Oh Dog, please Help me............).
The only thing I don't like about doggie groups is when some of my pals get sick or go Over The Bridge, it's so sad to think about this, and to know that even when the turn into little Doggie Angels, their human parents suffer so much for them. I don't even wanna think about it, it's very, very sad.

On another note, let me tell you diary that I was saved by the bell, remember I told you I was getting my rabbies shot on Saturday? well, it was raining a lt and my mom doesn't like driving when it rains, so she called and changed the appointment for next week. Isn't it grrrr-eat? I still have a whole week save from being tortured again. Well its raining again and I feel like taking a little nap....yawn...will bark ...yawnnn...again sssoo... ZZzzzzzz............

Lonely.........

Whine, whine.......
Diary,.....all my summer visiting cousins are gone. My mom's at work and I'm feeling lonely, all by myself in this lonely apartment, with my lonely toys, my lonely doggie bed, my lonely water and food bowls...........how sad.
Who would have thought that this would be happening to me, such a friendly, social pooch, who loves people and enjoys being the center of attention at all times.
Oh My Dog! How can this be?
After having my cousin Stefie stay with me me for a whole month, and then came Nicole who stayed home for almost a month.....and now....., they are all gone.....(howling, howling......err, wao, I didn't know I could do this, it's grrr-eat!).
What am I gonna do now?........
Yes!, I know, I'm gonna have my Mum just for ME!
Well, I really don't mind sharing my mother's love as long as I keep being Number One in her heart. Ok Mom, get ready cuz you and I are gonna be spending some quality time together, starting just now.
Bark at you later diary, I'm gonna be busy for a while.
Twirls,
Brandy III

Meeting my Human Grandfather can be Koooool!

Yesterday seemed like it would be kind of boring Sunday. Not much to do, cloudy, humid and hot outside, so I thought I was gonna spend most of the day napping on my mom's lap.
But to my surprise my mom said we were going to get a visit from someone I hadn't met before.....: My human grandfather! Yes he is Mom's Dad and it seems that he has recently lost his third (THIRD!) wife, therefore he's feeling so sad and lonely that my Mother (she's all heart) decided to invite him for lunch, and to spend the day at our house where "I "was supposed to entertain him.
At first I thought, "ok great, another old human guy to scratch by back, pat my cute head, and cuchie-cuchie me". But I was so wrong, my Mom's father looks much younger than I thought, he's very nice and fun to be around, eventhough he's very sad for his loss, he played with me, he let me get on his lap and lick his hands, he even let me kiss him and nip-pull his pants, he just laught at my clowning, he's really cool.
I have to tell you that I spend a grrrr-eat Sunday and I had much more fun that I had expected to. Yes my friend, my human grandpa is quite a guy!
.........Oh, I forgot to tell you, when he was leaving, my mother took me to see his car and, wao! you should have seen it: a paw-some sport car he has, my mom says its a "Corvette" (don't know much about cars, is this a good thing?).
I'm gonna leave you for now diary, I'm still a little tired from a great Sunday.
Twirls and wags,
Brandy III

This wasn't so bad afterall.

As I had told you, today was my trip to the vet. We got there and as ususal, I was received with love and lots of attention (I looove getting all the attention) everyone was very nice, including the doc, they all called me by my name and said sweet things to meke me feel good. Buuuut,......after all this pampering, they put me on the table and started getting ready to torture me. A nice, sweet lady got a hold of me (real tight) and even though I tried real hard to get loose.....ouch!, a little pinch.....and that was it. Not so terrible, I think it hurt much more to my Mom.
Then the doc was talking to my mother and he said that I should have my test....(I don't even know how to say the word), well, whatever, removed as soon as possible. It seems that I should have two of those things outside of me but one of them, for whatever reason, didn't come out and stayed inside of me, and they have to do somehing about this because it can give me troubles in the future when I grow up. My mom said she'll try to solve this as soon as she can, but I feel she's a little concerned about this. We'llhave to discuss this matter a little more in detail.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm still getting one more shot next Saturday! This is abussive! but Mum says I have to see the paw-sitive side of all this, it will prevent me from getting sick.
Awwwm, yawns, sorry pal, I'm going to bed now.
Will bark again soon,
Brandy III

Just one day left.

Saturday's doom day. Yes, I have to go to the vet and I'm getting my shots again. I hate this cuz instead of getting just one uncomfortable, hurtful, abussive shot, I get two. This is due to my allergy to vaccines, I also have to get another shot so that I won't get all swollen up as it happened the first time (my mom almost got a heart attack), that time my muzzle, eyes and all my face got all swollen and red, I looked like a little black and tan balloon, so horrible. But there's nothing we can do, I know we doggies have to get these shots in order to be safe from getting very sick, so we should be thankful to our humans for making sure we get those (ouch!) shots.
The good side of all this is that the humans who work at the doc's place are all very nice, they treat me with love and respect, they pamper me and sometimes they even give me treats ( so that I stay still and can be weighed), last week I left them get my weight without any fighting back, they said I'm 8 pounds now. I'm getting bigger, right?

This is so paw-ful:
just ONE day left for my trip to the vet diary,.............
PLEASE, hold my paw.

Brandy III

Good as new!

Yes, I'm feeling grrrrr-eat again. Thanks to all my pals good thoughts and to that pinky stuff my mom made me swallow eventhough I fought as hard as I could (it's so disgusting...) trying not to let her put it into my little mouth, ugh!. I now have to regain all my energy and the time I lost because I was not feeling well, let the World be ready cuz Brandy is here again.

Let me tell you diary, that this day started so very well....Why?...well cuz I got into my foxy neighbor, remember about her?, the very cute and energetic japanese girl I like soooo much. And the best of all was that her human let her come near me (she was so anxious to) then we started running and playing in the grass till our leashes got tangled up, oh boy, it was pawsome! She is all girl. After a few minutes her human said good bye and took her away, even when I tried to protest by whining and jumping, but my Mum also had to leave for work. How sad, but anyway we really had fun and I sure hope we can do it again, it's like going into what humans call the first date, this time we really got so close to each other.
Wooof, wooof, I've to go to bed now.
Sleep well diary,
Wags,
Brandy III

I met my new human puppy cousin.

Yes diary, I finally came to meet Tyra, her parents brought her to our house for a little while. Well, let me tell you, as you already know this is my first human puppy so I was quite curious (but not impressed). I was called to get near her and all I could see was a little bundle, then my mom took her in her arms and took off all the “wrappings” so that I could see her better. She’s ok, but she’s so little, I’m bigger than her, and she only has fur (or should I say hair) on her tiny head, she has tiny fingers and big dark eyes. When at home she started making strange noises, and they said she was hungry, and her mom started to feed her (at least they did it just like my doggy mom used to do, which I think is the correct way). Bottom line, I think she’s pretty cute and sweet, but too delicate for my taste. My mom told me: “Just wait a few months, and you’ll see”….
Ok, we’ll see………
Gotta go now cuz I'm not feeling well, my little tummy hurts, my mother says that this is because I keep eating all these unidentfied stuff I find on the ground.
Take care,
Brandy III (I feel sick)

To the Vet????!!!!

Ok, now, did I hear right? I just heard my Mother saying she made an appointment for next Monday! I'm not feeling sick mommy, why should I go to the doc? what?, yes I know I'm not eating so well, but it's because there's so hot that I don't get that hungry, besides I would like a little variety in my doggy food once in a while. Maybe some pork chops, a nice juice steak for a change, or even some rice and beans. No? why not diary? It's not good for me? and mothers know best....ok, I get the point. But it wouldn't hurt a bit if I could have a tiny bite of ham and cheese sandwich. My mother said that she'll ask the vet if he can give me some vitamins, but I really don't think it's a good idea, I'm so strong already that I could be a real menace if I become stronger. Just between and me, dry doggie food can become so boring sometimes, but well if it's healthier and helps me keep my pretty canine teeths in good shape, then I'll probably try to deal with it. I'll be fine by getting little baby carrots, an apple bite, some of mommy's tosted bread, and a bit of cheese, once or twice a week, plus my other doggie treats of course.

And in relation to my trip to he vet next Monday, I'm keeping my paws crossed wishing that they forget to check my temperature.
I'll bark to you in relation to this pretty soon.
Brandy III

So much fun.

I'm sooooo happy! Yes diary I'm having tons of fun with my job as group administrator, together with my friends Toby and Teddy we are welcoming all the new members wich gives me opportunity to meet other nice doggies, and make some new friends. I'm also happy cuz I don't have to stay home by myself while my mom's at work, my human cousin Nicole is still with us (oh boy, I'm gonna miss her so much when she goes back home). My mother says I'm becoming such a spoiled pooch that she's going to have to place me in a "Doggie boot camp" (I don't think she's serious about this).
Just because I get all excited and try to nip at her jeans, or I keep jumping in front of her to get me into the coach or into bed, or because I grab my toys all over the house, and when we go for a walk I try to chew on my leash, I wanna lead, and go whatever direction I decide is best. Do you think this means I'm spoiled?
No, of course not.
This time my Mum's wrong.
I'm just a pup with a strong personality who knows what he wants, and goes for it.
Don't you agree with me?
Brandy III

Special entry for Pomeranians.

I was thinking diary, a few days ago I was walking my mom and a car stopped beside us, a human (kinda old guy) asked my mother if I was a pomeranian, of course she proudly answered "yes". Then the guy started making some strange questions to my mother, he asked if I had been for a long time at home because he was going to get for himself a pom but had the concern about the way they are supposed to be. He said that he had heard we were hard to train (not true at all), bad tempered, not good with little human puppies (I meant children), etc. My mother got pretty upset and told him that none of this was true, and she started talking beautiful things about poms.

After all this happened I kept on thinking, I 'm my mother's first Pomeranian, so when I came into my mum's life she started searching the web for information regarding our breed. Everywhere she looked there were some common traits as: being overprotective, territorial, and demanding dogs; not happy among little children; too much barking; kind of grumpy character; and other not so appealing traits. I want to ask you diary, do you think this is supposed to be always true? Here is what my mother says about me: "Brandy III is always happy, have never seen him mad, loves little children, always goes out to do his businesses, never, and I mean NEVER barks, and he likes to be friends with every living creature, in fact he’s too friendly sometimes."

Now I'm getting an identity issue, should all poms be grouchy? Cuz then, I'm afraid I may not be Pomeranian at all..... What do you think?...Naaaaa!, I must be a Pom because I sure look like one.....Yes! I'm pawsitively sure I'm a PUREBREED POMERANIAN, and I'm proud of it.

Gotta go now,

Brandy III, The Pom

I'm baaaaaack!

Hi there diary, well let me tell you that I finally got to meet my cousin Nicole. By the way, let me tell you that she’s Stefanie’s older sister (they don’t live together cuz they have different moms). She looks somehow like Stefie but she’s 18 and she lives in Puerto Rico. Nicole is staying with us for 2 or 3 weeks so we’ll probably have enough time to come to know each other better. Up to now my impression would be that she’s a nice human young kid, she’s beautiful and she likes doggies, I’m sure she’s gonna looooove me (who doesn’t?), up to now she has been telling mum how beautiful I am, and she even took pictures of me…..I’m a star, you know. She’s not as playful as Stefie, but who cares, humans are all different from each other, and some like to play more than others. I’ll teach Nicole to play more, maybe her doggie hasn’t been able to do it yet, who knows.

On another thought, last Saturday was grrrrrrrrrrrrrooming day, as usual they made me take a bath, then clip my tiny nails, clean my ears and eyes, blow dry and brush my hair, and (I really hate this part) squeeze my rear end. And after all these “pampering” (??) they sprayed some doggie cologne on me which my Mom loves. So there I was looking like a little birthday present to my mommy, ribbon and all, waiting till my mother came and picked me up. Ok, this is the price we have to pay for being so cute, I don’t really mind because the sacrifice is worth it when I see my mother’s face shinning with happiness. She hugs me real tight, and kisses me, she even takes a few sniffs at me (oh boy, that I like!) and tells everybody she’s so proud of me. You know diary? that’s my real job: making my mom happy. And I enjoy it so much.

I gotta go now, but I’ll bark again pretty soon.
Wags,
Brandy III (I’m so cute!...)

My cousin's gone..............

Hello diary, I'm kinda sad cuz my cousin Stefie left today. She's gone back home to her mom in Kissimmee, I know that even when we were having so much fun she was missing her mommy, I don't think I could stay away from my mother for so long, nope, I'm sure I couldn't. We spend a lot of time together while my mom was at work and now I'm gonna miss her so much.........my mother says that my other cousin Nicole is coming to stay with us for a whole month, I don't know her but my mothers said she also loves little dogs, so we're probably going to get along well (I'm so lovable that there's no one who can resist my charm, she's gonna love me too).
On the other hand I was surprised to find out that I've been named administrator of one of my groups! (tail wags) I gotta talk to my mom to find out which are my duties and jobs for becoming a good group administrator. I don't know if I will be able to do it right, but I'm sure gonna try to do my best together with the rest of the administrators and the group members of course.
Wish me luck.
Hugs,
Brandy III

Too Hot!

Arrrrf, grrrrrrrrrr, I'm so tired of this!...yes, I love sunny days but this is too much for my taste. In the mornings it's too hot for me to go out, I have to go do my business in a hurry and go back inside, later on I'm no allowed to even get my little funny face outside cuz we are having temperatures of 90-97, then in the afternoons,................ Eeeeeveryday it pours, we have electric storms, and I can't go out!!!!!! I have not been able to see other doggies in my neighborhood for more than a week now, I'm afraid they are going to forget about me. Yes, I know YOU don't forget about me even when I don't bark at you as often as you would like me to, but this is different, you are my best friend, and you're always there to listen. Ok, ok, I'm here now, and I'm barking at you, you shouldn't be mad at me. Oh I see what you mean, if I can't be outdoors as much as I would like to, then I have much more time to spend with you. Well, I supposed you're right, friends are friends, and we should always have enough time to spend with a true friend. Thanks to this hot summer I can see how important true friendship is, from now on I'll try not to whine so much and pay more attention the ones who care for me.
Wags and hugs for you Diary,
I'l bark soon.
Brandy III

Home Alone!!!!

Oh gosh, I was left all by myself for a whole night! Can you believe this? This is the first time in my whoooole life I’ve sleeping all alone in our house.
Wanna know why? well let me tell you how things happened: You already know I have a brand new human cousin, it’s a baby girl and her name is Tyra, she was born last week and she’s so little she can’t be left alone, so her mommy is always by her side. This baby cries a lot when she’s hungry, meaning she’s crying most of the time and nobody is able to sleep at night at their home. My mother, being who she is, volunteered herself to stay one whole night at my human brother’s house to help them out with their puppy, woops, I’m sorry, I mean the baby, meaning “I” had to stay home alone (yes, leave the poor doggie at home).
--------“Yes, Mum I know, I understand, she’s so little, cute and fragile, and her mother’s so tired… she needs to rest and she deserves some help from us. Ok, I know, I know, I’m a teenager who can take care of himself for one night. But the thing is mommy, that we have never been apart for sooo looooong, one whole night!!!!!! What if I have nightmares? or if someone tries to get into our house and I have to fight him, bite, rip his clothes, and defend our property? What if they charge me of assault, or they say I may have rabies, or that I’m a vicious dog that has to be put to jail….what if….
Yes Mom, you may be right, I might be a little scared of being left alone, I really need you by my side to snuggle me, kiss and hug me, and put me to bed EVERY night.
YES! that’s right, I’m a spoiled pooch! When are you coming back? in the morning?, alright, I’ll be good mom. Don’t forget to leave enough kibbles, water and all my toys to keep me company, oh! and remember to please leave the radio on with soft music, and one light on please. Kiss, kiss, bye mom (tail goes down)”------.
It sure was the longest night! But tomorrow the sun will shine again (I hope so….).
………And it did, my Mother’s back and she’s all mine.
Brandy III

My experiences in life: A waterhole.

Juts this morning we were walking the neighborhood as usual, and as usual we passed by several waterholes which my mother explained are called
“ fountains” (we live at Coral Gables, and this city is where the Spaniards who came to conquer Florida used to settle, and this is why houses, gardens, buildings, streets, etc., are beautifully constructed and their preservation is strongly protected by the government), I usually don’t pay much attention to these “fountains” but something came into me this morning and curiosity won over me…… I was walking, sniffing the ground and suddenly I got near one of those fountains, I took a deep breath, I sniffed a little…. and since I liked what I smelled I decided to get on the border of the fountain so….. I jumped….lost my balance….and into the water I fell!....Splash!, splash, gulp, gulp, ouch,….. my Mum, as always, was there to help me out she pulled me by the leash and took me out, but I was all, and I mean ALL wet. My beautiful fur covered with wet and recently cut grass, I even had a little baby frog (tadpole?) looking at me with big eyes and a funny smile, entangled in my beautiful hair, yaaaak! I needed an emergency cleaning job so back home we went.
Well such is life, you have to experience all kind of situations to grow, and I’m becoming such a wise-dog I think I can be a grrrrr-eat role model for any young pup.
Don’t you agree with me diary?, of course you do.

It’s been nice barking at you, take care,
Mr. Brandy III

Humans are so strange.

Remember I told you I was getting a new human cousin? and that it was going to be a girl? well she was born last Monday, everyone in the family, including me are so excited (nothing new for me), everybody around here is talking about the new puppy,…..errrr,…I mean baby. My mother is so happy and Thankful to God that everything came out fine, both mother and baby came out fine, and if my Mum is happy this makes me happy too. I haven’t seen her yet, even though my Mum showed me a photo she took on her phone and she looks ok to me, little, cute and with lots of dark hair, only in her head, (uhmmm that’s funny, humans don’t get beautiful fur on their bodies), she was placed on some kind of little bed and was all wrapped up with cloth. Humans are strange, don’t you think diary? My mom says she’s going to take me sometime soon so that I can meet her; I’m so anxious and curious to see her. As soon as possible I’m gonna take a good sniff at her, and if possible give her a few licks, need to recognize her and make sure she is part of my family.
I’ll bark to you to let you know how it goes.
Wags,
Brandy III

Some news.

Hi diary, I'm sorry cuz I'm sure you've been missing me. I was not able to write before cuz I'm not allowed to use the writting thingy if my Mum's not home, and she's been kind of busy this last days. But don't cry, I'm back! , you'll never get rid of me.

Well let me tell you that as you may already know my cousing Stefie is staying with us and I loooove that girl. She pays me all the attention I deserve,she plays with me and even when she's watching tv she picks me up and lets me sleep on her lap (just like Mom does). Yesterday we saw together a movie about some doggies which were left in a very cold place while their human tried to get back to rescue them, it had some sad moments but at the end most of them did ok. Those guys are really breave and smart, I wish that when I grow up I can be like them, though my mother says that even when we are related, they are different in some ways they are "Siberian Huskies" and I'm a Pommie, they are special in their own way...... and so Am I.

On another note, let me tell you that I'm gonna get a brand new human cousin today. Yes, my mother juts got a call and they told her that one of my human aunts, Dayla, is giving birth to a new puppy, ...errr, I mean baby. How cute, a new baby in the family, ain't that fun?

Ok, I gotta go now, need to take a nap. Will bark soon.
Arrrf,
Brandy III

Oh Boy!

Diary, my mommy told me you've been picked as "Dogster Daily Diary Pick!" again today!

Your becoming famous diary, this is the third time since we got into Dogster. I think I'm getting a bit jealous, you're getting more attention than me, and that's something I can't stand....Naaaaaaah, just kidding, you know you're my best friend and I really care about you.
Congratulations Diary, you are great (but I'm the greatest).

Just wanted to say I'm happy for you and I'll be bark ing to you later.

Pommie kisses and hugs.
Your best friend,
Brandy III

True story?

Yesterday morning on our daily walk thru the neighborhood my Mom and I saw the biggest, fattiest, hairiest creature I’ve ever seen. It was looking at me with suspicious eyes and when I tried to get near (just to say hi) it’s hairs got up and it made this pzzzzzzz! strange sound, just between you and me, it was the weirdest sound I’ve ever heard. My Mum pulled me back and said to leave him alone because he was a big cat and I could get in trouble. Later, when we were back home, I asked my mother about all that dog-chasing-cat story. Why are dogs “supposed to chase cats”?, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. My mother said that this is a story that has been told for ages, it comes from times in which all species lived together as if being all the same kind.

“This is the story as my grandparents told their children, and then my parents told me:
Once, long ago, Dog was married to Cat. They use to live happy together, the only thing was that, every night when Dog came home from work, Cat said she was too sick to make him dinner. Dog was patient with this talk for a while, but he soon got mighty tired of fixing dinner for them both after a hard day's work. After all, Cat just stayed home all day long.
One day, Dog told Cat he was going to work, but instead he hid in the cupboard and watched Cat to see if she really was sick. As soon as Cat thought Dog had left, she turned on the radio and started singing and dancing around, playing games with Kitten. They laughed and ran about. Cat wasn't the least bit sick! Dog jumped out of the cupboard so mad at her that he started chasing her around and around the house…and
--------Dogs have been chasing Cats ever since.

This is as I’ve been told.”

What do you think diary, should I believe this?
Brandy III

Thanks!

First of all, diary, I wanna thank all my doggie pals who have signing my guestbook, even though some of them have not been able to place their pictures, I really feel happy to see all the messages they have been leaving for me.
Thanks sooooooo much to all of you guys, I love you will all my pommie heart. Wish you could see me chasing my tail over and over again.

Pommis Kisses to all of you.

Brandy III

I was so busy.

Haven’t forgotten you diary, you’re my closest friend, you know that. Haven’t been able to bark at you much these days cuz my human cousin Stefie, from Kissimmee, yes Bud and Midori’s human sister, was spending the week-end with my Mum and me. Stefie is my oldest human brother's daughter, and she’s a doll. She’s very sweet and enjoys playing with little doggies just like me. She caresses my beautiful fur, she picks me up to sit by her side, she talks to me, and in return I wag my tail at her, I give her lots of pommie kisses, I run after her, I stole her sandals, I took her hair brush, I nipped at her pants, what else could she need to be happier, she has my full attention on her, I’m sure there’s nothing more she can wish for.
Too bad she is leaving today, she’ll be staying at my other cousin’s (Ainez) house because my mothers has to go to work and says she can’t be left alone, as if I was not enough of a guardian to take good care of her, but you know Moms.
Anyway, Stefie will be coming back next Friday, and we’re gonna have a ball! Can’t wait till then. ( whao!, I'm so excited!) What?.... you said what?... no that's not true, I'm not always this excited....well, sometimes...ok!!!!!!! you're right, most of the time I am, but this only means that I'm a very happy pooch, one who loves and enjoys Life.
You're such a wise guy diary!
Bark later.
Brandy III

Tagged again!

Here we go again....I've been tagged (Thanks Sophie), and for the ones that don't know the game, this are the rules:
(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 p-mail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

1. I 'm a very social and friendly pooch..
2. I like to have baby carrots as treat.
3. I like to sleep on mommy's lap while she watches tv.
4. I like to chase squirrels and birdies ( but I'm not allowed to).
5. I beautiful black and tan markings.
6. I was given as a gift to my mother.
7. I've lots and lots of squeaky toys.
Woof, woof,

I tagged Joe,Toffee, Lady, Molly, Liz, Bridget, & Kiki. (Sophie tagged me).

Have Fun!

My own brand new guestbook.

Tell me diary, have you been visiting my page lately? Be honest…., well if you have, then you must have seen that my mom added my Brand New guestbook. My mother is not much of a computer wizard you know, she’s very good in many other stuffs but this computer thingy is not among her strongest features. But she would sure do anything to make me the happiest pooch in this world, and believe me, I am for sure.

Since this is my new guestbook I’ll have to ask all my pals to come and sign in, and I’ll ask my mother to keep on adding photos, and why not, some videos too.

Ok, here we go:

This is a sincere “official invitation” to all my doggie friends to
pleeeeeease come to my page and sign my guestbook. Hope you all do.

Note: Any suggestions on how my Mom can improve her computer skills will be appreciated.

Arrrf, arrrf, will bark again soon.
Hugs and kisses,
Brandy III

Is it bad to grow up?

Heeeeyyy Diary! How are things going? hope everything is grrrrreat. Well, today I've not much to tell you. I was just having a little chat with my Mum since I noticed a little sadness in her eyes. My mother's eyes never lie and eventhough I tried to cheer her up a little, all my kissing, nipping, jumping and chasing my tail was not enough to take away that look in her eyes. So finally I asked her what was wrong, and this is what she told me.

“I received a message from a friend this morning and it made me think that sometimes when creatures grow up, time comes in which they are no longer so agile and energetic, their physical appearance is not the same, and even their spirit sometimes seems to be tired. Sometimes, just sometimes, we humans forget about the times when this living creature, no matter kind, breed or size, shared with us happiness, love, loyalty, trust, strength and valor. We can even forget that they were our true companions in good and in bad times. This is so sad, yes really sad, to see all these senior dogs and cats which are left behind by their once called “friends” or “owners” ( I don’t think you can “own” any living creature you can just share your life with them), the shelters are full of this babies and there’s so little we can do. Brandy, I really wish humans could realize that these grown up (don’t like the word old) babies can bring so much love and joy to our hearts and that they deserve to have a warm and soft place to stay until they are ready to leave this world. Yes, I know we can’t change things from one day to another, but we can sure try make other humans to be compassionate and understand that we have to give in return a little of what we have abundantly received.”

Don’t you worry Mum, we’ll never grow up, and we’re gonna be together for ever, it’s a promise.

Diary, is getting “old” a bad thing?
Brandy III

Too much rain.

Hello diary, not much been happening around here. It's been raining since yesterday, so I've not been able to enjoy my long walks with my Mum. Today my mother was house cleaning for most of the day and I kept most of the day taking naps and waiting for the rain to stop (didn't happen).
My mother finished her cleaning now and she said she's gonna brush my hair, meaning I'm gonna get: eyes cleaned, ears rubbed, my fur brushed and perfumed, everything included. Well, there's nothing more to do, so I'll try to enjoy a little pampering. Ok, Mom go ahead and give me some, it's like going to a private spa. Ummmm....

Will bark later,.... ouch! that hurts...(my fur's a bit tangled) easy mom, yeah, that's better.

Wooof,
Brandy III

Wearing Something New.

Yes diary, as I've told you before my mother is something out of this world.
She has been reading lately that we Poms are prompt to get a "collapsed trachea", which I didn't know what it was until she explained to me. This is supposed to be a medical problem where you can no longer breath well, start coughing and may even choke if the doggie doctor doesn't give you something to try to fix you. Well, you may ask yourself: what does this have to do with wearing something new?, ok, I'm gonna tell you right now.
Ever since I came into my mom's life I've weared a beautiful blue (I'm a boy) collar which had my id and permits tags properly attached to it, you know diary, I get pretty excited when my mother takes me for a walk, and sometimes, only sometimes, I pull, and pull, and pull until I start coughing a little. Yes, you're right; this was enough to turn my Mum into that overprotective monster mom I know so well. "We have to do something with all that pulling Brandy or you're going to choke", she said one day, and then at that very moment I knew something was coming at me.
She went out one morning and returned, as usual, with some more toys for her precious baby (me, of course), some more chewing treats, (also for me) and she also brought a black new leash with a black strange thing (later on I learned that it's called a harness) supposedly to be also for this little guy. What the h.... is that thing mother? But wait a minute, are you saying I'm gonna wear it from now on? Will it hurt? yes, I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but it looks so strange, though it seems kind of familiar in some way. Oh yes, I remember seen it before in some TV doggie fashion shows. Well it may not be so bad after all, let's give it a try, but I don't guarantee you that I'm gonna like it, I a kinda like the conventional collar fashion, it's looks are much more elegant you know. Anyway, we'll see.
Bark to you soon,
Brandy III

Ooooops!!!

Some weekend we had diary, let me tell you before I start my story that I saw that cute “foxie” girl again this morning, she sure is pawesome, she was walking her human right across the street and I would swear that she winked at me, ahhhh, she's so sweet.
But now let's talk about today, you know I've talked to you about my human cousins, they are all so nice to me but you know my preferred one is Alex (Alexandra). Well, they came today and stayed for a very long time so I had plenty of time for playing with the girls. We started running around the house, back and forth, back and forth from the bedroom to the family room, where the grown up humans were sitting and chatting, Alex kept calling me and, of course, I kept running to her, and after her. She called Braaaandyyy.... and I ran, ran and ran.....then I chased her....hey!, Alex, wait for meeee!!!! Oh boy we are having so much fun...but wait a minute...I think I gotta go.... ok, here she comes again! hey girl don't leave me, wait (run, run, run) "I gotta go", not now please, I have to play, but...I really GOTTA GO... and then, suddenly it happened!
I had an accident right there in the family room, in front of my family. I was SO embarrassed, my Mum was looking so confused and mad, I thought I was going to be punished for such a terrible behavior; I'm so sorry Mommy, you know it will never, ever happen again, it was an accident, it was that I was having so much fun I didn’t want to waste any time going out to do it.
Yes, I know I’m almost a grown up pom now, what would all my friends say if they found out this happened? Please diary, don’t tell anyone, pleeeease.
I’m so ashamed , I could even bite myself, grrrrrrrr, grrrrrr.
I really hope everyone forgives me.
Love you diary, I’ll bark again soon.
Brandy III

Life with a purpose.

Know what diary? Since I spend so much time alone, just guarding our home while my Mum is at work (just between you and me, that would be like half an hour, the rest of the day is nap time) I was thinking on how can we little pups make ourselves useful to the rest of the world. Any ideas?..... Some feed back from you would be useful, ok…?

Common now, don’t you just keep staring at me as if I’ve said something foolish. I would like to do things that could benefit other doggies or even other humans, not just eat, sleep, play and keep my mommy company. It’s only that I would like to feel that I’m here in life with a purpose…..Yes I know, those I mentioned are very important tasks, specially when it comes to keeping my mother from feeling lonely, staying besides her whenever she’s sad, worried or scared, giving her all my love, my support, and getting her to laugh with all my clowning acts……..but wait a minute, now I see it!..... and it’s quite clear to me now…
That’s the best job anyone can have, the most important task in this world: making your Mother happy!, I'm the most important and useful living creature in this world.....

Now I know, yeap, I’m in this world because God sent me to fill my mother’s heart…and I need nothing more.

Brandy III

My Tail of Devotion for Brandy III

You came into my life unexpectedly,
I guess He Knew I needed you.
I've said to my self never to have another pup,
I still missed my previous love.
But after you got into my arms the magic was there
and I knew we were never to part.
You got into my heart and now it's full with your love.
Bless you forever,
Mom

This is a special Tail of Devotion

See All Tails of Devotion

Here pals, let's play........

Ok now, Here are the rules (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 p-mail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

1. I love to be on Mommy's bed.
2. I love being around people.
3. I don't like motorcycles.
4. I love my Mom's buttered toasts at breakfaast.
5. I really enjoy walking the neighborhood.
6. I was given as a gift to my mother.
7. I've beautiful furrrrr!
Woof, woof,

I tagged Cosmo Enyce Politan, Killer, Girlie, Toffee, Sophie,Demon Flash Nicolas (Esperanza tagged me).

Have Fun!
Brandy III (The Great)

My mother wants to post a note!

Hello Diary, this may sound strange to you but my mother just asked me if she could post an article one of her friends had just sent to her. Well, being my mom I suppose there's nothing wrong with her writting on you, if you don't mind. So, here it is what she wrote:

"This came to me through an e-mail a friend sent, but I'll have to apologize to the author of the article, because I don't know the name, the source was provided at Yahoo/Pets by PETCENTRIC . Anyway I found it to be so truthful I wanted to share it with you. This is it, hope you like it:"

----------We feel tremendous love for our dogs, and our dogs sure seem to love us. But is a dog really capable of emotions? Or are we just projecting our feelings onto our dogs?

Scientists avoid the subject because part of what sets humans apart from the animals is our ability to experience feelings. To say that animals actually have feelings, in the same way we do, would change everything – perhaps disrupt our entire position and standing in the animal kingdom. However, any dog owner knows that dogs love completely and have a greater capacity for love than most people. If one were to describe the main characteristics of a dog, they would have to be:
1. strong affection
2. warm attachment
3. unselfish loyalty and benevolent concern for others
Wait a minute – those are the Merriam-Webster Dictionary definitions of love. Probably why the author of Dogs Never Lie About Love, Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson writes, “dogs are love.”
So there isn’t a question of whether dogs love, the mystery is how they have such an enormous capacity for it.
Dogs who are neglected or abused still show love for their human and wag their tails in hope of a little affection. Dogs taken from abusive situations hold no grudges toward the human race. A half an ounce of kindness from a new person results in an abundance of affection from the formerly mistreated dog. Humans rarely have the capacity to so completely forgive and love under those circumstances.

Probably the biggest reason the dog has become man’s best friend is because we know that when it comes to love, a dog can always outdo us. The highest form of love, agape love, which is completely unconditional, is something that people often have to work at or grow into. Agape love seems to come naturally between parent and child, but it’s more difficult between husband and wife, and harder still between friends. To love someone regardless of what wrongs they have done you is very difficult for humans.
A dog, however, is born with an endless capacity for agape love, and doesn’t even have to work at it. You can be a complete grouch, ignore your dog, and refuse him your love. When you decide you’re ready to be sociable again, your dog doesn’t pay you back by ignoring you too. He’s just happy you’re there. More amazing still, is that the love that dogs and owners feel for each other lasts a lifetime. This is the ideal love humans strive for, but often fail at.
As Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson so beautifully writes in Dogs Never Lie About Love, “Learning to know somebody intimately is often the beginnings of dislike, sometimes even of contempt. Among humans, love often does not survive a growing acquaintance, but in a dog, love seems to grow with acquaintance, to get stronger, deeper. Even when fully acquainted with all our weaknesses, our treachery, our unkindness, the dog seems to love strongly – and this love is returned by most dog-loving humans. We, too, seem to love our dogs the more we get to know them. The bond grows between us and our dogs.”
This is why we need dogs. They do something for us that rarely a human companion can do. No matter how much you mess up your life, or how much wrong you do, no matter how many mistakes you make or how often you make them, regardless of your looks, income or social standing, your dog never judges you. He always thinks you are wonderful and loves you with all his heart.-------------

Ok, Mom thank your friend for sharing this with us.
Love,
Brandy III

She sniffed me!

Good Morning diary. I've just started the week and I'm already chasing my tail.
I usually don't like Mondays cuz it means my Mom will have to go back to work and I will have to stay home by myself, which is kind of boring you know. But...., something happened this morning that made my day bright, even though it's cloudy, I can see that sun shinning bright. Wonder why?, well, let me tell you that we went for a walk as usual, I was pretty busy trying to pick up everything I could from the ground, we went into several squirrels ( they are so annoying, they stare at me as if they were the owners of the neighborhood) clowning as usual, we also ran into some lizards, running from side to side as if they were crossing a highway; we even saw some bluebirds and two wild parrots that are nesting in a near by palm tree (those are cute red and green), but the most important, the very best thing was when we ran into that foxie girl I told you about a few days ago.

She is so "gorgeous" (I learned that word from Steve), she is so cute and feminine, I got so nervous that I couldn't help but start jumping and showing my anxiousness...then it happened she saw me and was coming MY WAY! Oh mother, please, let me loose I don't want her to see me leashed as if I was a baby. Here she comes, wao! she....she...she's going to ....oh God, she's just sniffed me!....
………and kept walking straight ahead without even looking back. My ears dropped down, and my tail went slowly down, my poor furry heart was aching.

What do you think diary? she likes me or she was just being polite? Will I ever see her again? My mother said that I was so anxious to meet her that I scared her, that I should stay calm and assertive (again?...) and show her that I was a mature young dog with good intentions.
Don't know, maybe next time (if there is a next time) I'll try not to show so much interest, I'll prove her that I'm a "good dog", well mannered and socialized guy, then maybe she'll pay more attention to me. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I’m so happy that she sniffed me. Ain’t that cool?

Arrf, arrrf,
Brandy III

Falling from the clouds can be hard.

You know diary, I really enjoy sleeping on my mom's bed, even though I have three beds of my own (one in the bedroom, one in the living room and one in the dining room....this was my mother's idea, ok?), and I always sleep in my own bed or in my cozy little crate at night, but....like most of us pommies, I loooove getting into bed with my mother.
Since my mom can't resist my "I'm so sad and I need to be hugged" puppy face, she usually picks me up (I don't know how to jump into bed by myself), and lets me cuddle by her side for a while before she goes to sleep, I usually make myself comfortable beside her, and I even give her some little pommie kisses, or nip at her fingers as she tries to get me to sleep, but what I really enjoy the most is: hiding under the bedspread. I like to got under my mother's bedspread or comforter and pretend I'm hiding in my own private cave, just like my ancestors the wolves used to do, but my mom doesn't like me to do it, she's always telling me I may fall from the bed and hurt myself. Anyway I really like doing this and I practice my hiding act if possible every night. Well, last night was not different, I played a little with my mom and after this I waited till she was not looking at me, so I went into my dark, comfi, bedspread cave....Oh God, I was feeling so good, nothing in the world could harm me there, I could pretend I was in the woods, no hunters could reach me there,...it felt like I was in dogs heaven....but nothing good lasts for long.....Suddenly: Baaang!!!!....I went right to the floor. Ouuuuuchh! "It's ok Mom, I didn't hurt myself", "don't worry, I'm fine (liar!...) ", yes, I know you've told me I would fall, I'm sorry, but it felt so good pretending to be a wolf. It won't happen again, I promise". --Poor mommy she worries so much--, but just between you and me, it still hurts.

What? yes, of course I'll hide under the bedspread again, but I'll wait a few days until I grow up to be a big guy. But for now, let me tell you this, it sure hurts to fall from the clouds, but It's grrrrreat to keep on dreaming.

Arrrf (tail wagging),
Brandy III

I wish I had someone to play with.

Oh Gosh, dear diary, I'm so happy for my friend, he just got a new baby sister.
This friend of mine is a husky, a great dog he is, a lead dog in fact, he's big and handsome, I really admire him, and kind of envy him because his human mom has got him a little sister to keep him company.
He said she tries to take his toys away, which is natural for a little kid to do, babies are so funny, they think they own everything, but it's fun having them around cuz they are always willing to play. I know my mom can't bring me a little sis or brother because she works a lot and has not enough time to take care for another furry baby, besides I would have to share my mother's lap with someone else, and that would be terrible... I would also have to share my morning treats, my mommy's breakfast buttered toasts, probably would have to share my bed and my mother's love! Oh no!...., I think Ive just changed my mind and I no longer want another dog at home! Mom don't you ever think about bringing other dogs home! What you say diary? Who me? you really think I'm overacting? ....well...., maybe you're right, maybe it could be nice to be the big brother and have someone to play with when mom's not home. I think that I would probably enjoy having other little paws running around and stealing, no I mean borrowing my toys, as long as I keep on being "mommy's little baby" forever. Yes, I would probably, just probably, like to have someone to play with.
Maybe someday...
Yawn, yawn....I think I better go to bed now.
Sweet dreams,
Brandy III

Rain, rain, go away.....

Good morning diary, haven't been barking later cuz not much has been happening. This morning I coulnd't even take my early walk, it was raining and I only went outside to do my business, but we had to go back inside fast before we got all wet ( I wouldn't mind getting wet, but my mother was all dressed up for work). My mom said it was a good thing that rain, because it had not rain in a few months and all her flowers are almost dead, tree leaves are falling because the trees are thirsty. I didn't know that water was so important for us living things, but now, that I think about it twice, I'm sure I couldn't live without water, I would probably dry up like mommy's flowers, or maybe my leaves, errr, I mean fur would start falling off. Mmmm, it's good that it rains eventhough it might interfere (big word for a doggie, ah?) with my daily walks thru the neigborhood. Thank You God for the Rain.
Sniff, snifff,..... I gotta go! I think I smell my mother's breakfast and I looove her buttered toasts.
Will bark soon.
Brandy III

What a week end!

I'm so tired!, but I don't want to go to bed without barking you about all the exciting things I did this week end.
Let me start with Saturday, well, Saturday was not so good, my mother took me to the grrrrrr....grrrrrommer again. She said I needed a bath and trim. The bath and trim is not the worst part of it, those ladies really treat me very nicely, but I don't like this cutting my nails and cleaning my ears thing. And after all that, they had to put this "perfume", and can you believe what they did after that! They put a little ribbon in my masculine head, a ribbon that had "To: Mother" written on it. Common ladies, can't you see I'm all male, masculine, tough guy? My mother thought it was cute, well I'm going to scratch, scratch, and scratch untill this thing feels off or my mother takes it off.
Ok now, barking about Sunday....yeah, that's something else. As you know this was the day were all humas celebrate and cherrish their mothers, well we doggies also participate in this celebrateion because we even love our moms much more that humans, we always want to be by their side no matter what, right?... My mother was a little sad because she was thinking about my older human brother who has gone to heaven, she also mentioned my two doggie brothers who went over the Bridge, she still misses them a lot, so I tried really hard to make her smile and feel better being this a special day, Her Day. My other two human brothers and their females sent messages and several phone calls to Mom, but after noon they all came home bringing gifts to my mom, and this is the best part of it: they even brought their human puppies with them! Yes my human cousins where home and, Oh boy!, did we have fun!.... Specially the youngest one Alexandra, she 's small just like me , and she likes to scream and run all through the house, like me, I ran and ran after her, I even tried to nip at her shoes but she was faster than me. They left late in the afternoon because the puppies had school and had to get up early the next morning. Iwas really exhausted after they left, so I went into my little crate and went to sleep untill my mother woke me up, she said she was worried and started checking my heart because she though I was not feeling well, she was wrong, I was just sooo happy and sooo tired..."Mother, I need this nap to regain my energy that's all, but I'm fine can't you see my tail's still wagging?" So I slept, and slept, and slept, till I got tired of sleeping, and then,... I'm ready to start all over again.
See Mom? your energetic Pom-Pom is back on his feet again (lick, lick...).
And this was the end of a very special week end.
Arrf, arrf,
Will bark some more later on.
Brandy III.

An unexpected encounter.

I know diary, it's late for so much barking, but I wanted you to know I never forget about you. So here I am cuz I wanna tell you about what happened this morning. I met these two fellows, which I had seen before, but we had not been introduced till today. These two so-called-doggies as soon as they got near us immediately tried to bite me, can you believe it? Me! the most friendly dog they will ever see....Besides, they are soooo small... maybe that's the reason behind their vicious attack, they must be afraid and want to appear brave and strong to our eyes. And their human, he just smiled and said to my mom that I was so cute and playfull (which is true), but he did nothing to control his beasts. What's with this guy? didn't he notice how unfriendly were his dogs? They even fight with each other, I don't get it. I guess they didn't know that behind my friendly, cute expression there's a strong, tough, fierce macho dog waiting inside me to let them have it. Yeah, I think they wanna piece of me... Their human said before we left that we would be seen each other tomorrow. Oh yeah brother, we will....grrrrr, grrrrr.
My mother said that I had to remain "calm and submissive" (that Dog Whisperer syndrome again) and be nice to those " little beasts", that these guys are Yorkies and they are sometimes bad tempered, but it's just because thay are so small. I don't know, maybe she's right. I think I'll give these guys another chance.
I'll keep you posted diary.
Wooof,
Brandy III

I didn't know.

Dear diary, my mother is trying to teach me more about the world surrounding us. She says that I'm her joy and happiness but that she worries because sometimes I behave as if I was the Center of the Universe ( I even have a blue shirt that says so) and that there are other doggies which are not as lucky and blessed as I am. At first I though she was kidding or going insane, but after she started talking to me and telling me about other dogs I've realized she was really serious.

My mother told me about other dogs which were abandoned and left alone by people who moved away and left them behind, in some cases they were left tied to a tree or fence without water or food. I couldn't believe that there could even exist such bad, terrible humans, I thought all humans were just like my family, now I know it's not so. She said that sometimes people got little puppies because they were cute and funny but then when they grew up they no longer wanted them so they took them to shelters or even throw them out to the streets, how cruel. I also learned that there is some sick people that like to hurt, punish, physically abuse and starve not just dogs, but other kind of animals too. When my mom, saw little tears in my eyes she picked me up and held me tight because she doesn't want to see me (or any other living thing) suffer. She said: "you are blessed because you have a family who loves you and takes care of you, and who would never, ever do anything to hurt you. You are our baby and we will always adore you".

I'm sure glad I have a family, but I was so sad and worried for all those pups that don't have one. I had to ask, is there anyone in this world who helps and protects these poor, unfortunate animals? "yes, there is", my mom said. "Sweetie, there are lots and lots of good people who help as many as possible of those less fortunate animals". " There are many groups of people trying to give protection, provide shelter and look for good homes to place them, and we have to Thank God for those people and pray that every day there are more and more of them".

Yes, I Thank God (cuz I know He Loves us as much as He Loves humans) and of course, I will pray that He Helps those good people who want to help and save all animals in need. I hope there's a lot of us dogs praying to Him too.

I'll bark to you later.
Pommie love,
Brandy

Mooondayyy morning, yawwwnnn....

How're you doing diary? yes, I know, kind of bored right? well today's Monday and it's difficult to get up in the morning, specially if you've had a night like the one we had last night. You want to hear my story?...ok, let me tell you then....yawnnn, yawwnn, I'm sorry but I'm still sleepy.

Yesterday was a quiet and kind of "I've got nothing-to-do" Sunday, in the morning went for a walk through the neighborhood, by the way I met a new girlie, she is cute and looks like a little fox, my mother says she was a Shiba Inu and that she comes from Japan, she also said that this is a far away place; anyhow, she was very friendly and I kind of liked her. I hope I can see her again sometime. After our walk we went back home and my mom was a little upset with me (not to say really angry) because I still keep that bad habit of picking up strange things from the ground, and if I pick a lot of those and swallow some of them I get digestive problems, you know, right?.... Later in the afternoon, one of my human brothers came to visit with his wife and puppy, I mean child. I played a little with them but they left pretty soon, so I went directly to resume my afternoon nap.

When I got up from my nap I found my mother watching tv, but I noticed she had a concerned look in her eyes, I also noticed that outside the sun had gone somewhere and even when it was not late it was pretty dark. "What's going on mommy?", I asked with my sweetest little bark (I knew something bad was happening because we dogs have a special way to recognize Mother Natures' signs), "not much, swetie, there is a tornado warning and we should go now to a safer room in our house". So she turned off the tv, took her cell phone, a flash light, she picked me up and we went straight to the bedroom where we could watch the news on the small tv. My mother tried to seem calm but I know her well, she was really upset and scared. I really don't know what a tornado is like, but she told me it was not good, and that we better be ready and safe than sorry. And that's when it all started, my mother put me in her bed and sat besides me, as she watch the tv she started getting more and more upset, she pulled me to her lap..., she placed me on the bed...., she called my human brothers to check on them....., she picked me up again, she hugged me ...., we walked to the bathroom and back to the bedroom, she checked the closet and went back to the tv, she put me down....: "are you ok Brandy?"... Sure Mom, are YOU ok, Mom?...Picked me up again, (more hugs, and some kisses)...and this went on and on for about an hour and a half, which seemed like a year and a half. Finally, after a lot of thunder, wind and rain, the News announced that the storm had gone away, now my mother can be in peace and I can be free again. It's already time to go to bed and I'm ok with that, it's been a tough night, sleep tight and sweet dreams mommy, we've made it thru the storm!
This was my Sunday diary, yeah, pretty exciting. Arrf, will bark to you soon.
Brandy III (a tornado-warning- hysterical- mother survivor).

My mother drives me crazy.

Yes, as I've told you before, my mother is a very sweet, nice person, she loves me dearly and I love her much more in return, but....sometimes she makes me go nuts. She wants so much to protect me that she thinks everything and everyone is going to hurt me. Common Mom, I'm a tough guy. You know what the Dog Whisperer says: "you've got to remain calm and assertive". Never, never, go nervous or excited around other doggies.

Well, my mother forgets all of Cesar's advises as soon as she sees another dog going unleashed somewhere near, or not so near, to me. She literally goes out of her mind; she gets hysterical (no offense Mom) she starts pulling me back or speeding up our walk to get away as far as possible from the loose doggie, and sometimes she even picks me up, holds me real tight, and most probably gets me back home in a rush. Dear mother, please remember I'm a dog too.

Let me tell you about this time when we were going home from our morning walk:
-----It was Saturday morning and we were going back inside because it was pretty hot outside, when we were almost at our front door, all of the sudden.....
Arrrfff, arrrff, woooof, wooof, (stump, stump) out of nowhere came this huge yellow beast running directly toward us and, with his big mouth wiiiide open, getting directly to me! "AAAaaayyy!", my mother screamed and not knowing what to do, she panic and started pulling my little body from side to side trying to avoid the beast. Again and again she pulled from side to side as is I was a puppet looking all around her whith an horror expression in her face. No one there to help us... she finally picked me up, and saved me from the Beast (???) who was now jumping all over my mother. Grrrrrrrr, grrrrrrrrrrr, LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE YOU BEA.... Oh, hello Indy (my friendly neighbor) I'm so sorry, we thought you were someone else. - "Mother, please, how couldn't you see it was just Indy my yellow lab retriever friend", oh gosh!, I'm so embarrassed. And my neck hurts so much.
Now mother, calm down please, lets' go inside and have some cool water to drink.
See you later Indy, gooood dooog. Mother how could you? this guy is my friend and now he'll think I'm a mama's boy. Yes I know you're sorry, smoooch (pommie kiss) I love you too, very, very much. Never mind, Indy will probably understand (or hopefully forget).------

What? you laughing? you think its funny? Yes dear diary, that's my mother. But what can I do? I love her so.

Today I saw her!

Yes diary, while going into my morning short walk my mother and I passed by a man walking his doggie...I know, that's nothing new around here, but then when I looked back I saw that the man wasn't just walking a dog, oh no, he was walking the prettiest little girl I've ever seen... She's short like me and her body, waooo, she sure is loooong, her ears are not up like mine but they are long and her cute little nose is a bit long too. My mom says she's a "dachshund" (don't know what she ment) and that eventhough she's beautiful she's very different to me. Well I've got news for you, I don't care if we are different, I wanna see her again.

The only thing is that this girl didn't stop to look at me twice, she just saw me and kept on walking as if she didn't care. I know girls are supposed to be like this, they look at us guys as if we didn' t exist, that's the way of making us go after them. The human with her said to my mother: "Good morning, this is Daisy" (Daaaaisyyyy...), "and she's fully socialized"....then kept on walking straight ahead. Still don't get it, what does he mean by that? I asked my mom if I was not "socialized" and she said: "no, not yet"...MMmmm, maybe that's why she didn't pay attention to me, this has to be the reason because otherwise she wouldn't have been able to resist my charm and strong personality, nor my big dark eyes and shinny hair.

Know what, I'm gonna get "socialized" no mater what. Get ready for me girlies, you'll see what a"socialized" pommie can do. Watch me Daisy, here I come.
Wooof, wooofff!
Brandy III

Dog Whisperer syndrome.

I'm baaack....Grrrrr, arrf, know what? today is the day where I have to watch with my mother that tv "educational" pogram "Dog Whisperer". Yes my mother calls it educational because she says she learns a lot and I'm supposed to learn much more. I don't think that "calm, submissive energy" thing goes with me. My mom says I'm already one year old and I'm supposed to be already be a more calm, submissive and obedient dog, well, I don't agree. I'm permanently in an "excited energy" mood,... except of course, when its "take a nap on mommy's lap time " which is usually the time when she watches her favorite soap operas.

It is not that I don't like that dog whisperer thing, that guy, Cesar?, he's got some nerves, he really knows his thing, and I like all those great doggies ruling his world, he thinks he's the leader...naaaahhh, I don't think so. It is just that we doggies like to pretend humans are our owners, but we are the real kings of the world, WE DOGS RULE! (specially Poms).

But it's ok, I like to please my mom more than anything in this world, so I'll watch the program with her and take the opportunity of seing some pretty furry faces on tv. I'll ket you know how it goes with tonights' Cesar's adventures. Oh Boy, I admire that guy Daddy, (he sure can be calm and unstressed) wish I could be like that.

Wooof,
Brandy

Yeah right!..........

I'm back...you were probably thinking, "what's with this dog?...sometimes he barks two or three times a day and then disappears as if I didn't exist". No, never, dear diary, what would I do without you? You are my confident, the only one, besides my Mom, to whom I can tell everything, in full confidence that no one else will ever hear it from you (yeah, right!...).

Anyway, here I am, back on my four paws and ready to bark and bark untill you're tired of hearing me.

I think I made my mother mad at me this morning, don't know why when we were walking this morning I did something that I had never done before. Something came into me, something dark and evil, a strange force which came into my little furry body and all of the sudden I had something in my mouth, I had picked up a strange object from the grass and was carrying it in precious mouth, between my beautiful white little teeth, as if it was the most valuable treat I would ever get.... When my mother realized I had something in my mouth she said her usual "drop-it", drop-it!, DROP-IIIT!!!...) but I couldn't let go, it wasn't my fault, don't now what was going on, I couldn't let IT go... So Mommy, as she usually does, pulled my leash, made me sit and opened my mouth (I still would'nt let go..), she put her fingers inside my mouth and with great effort, but tenderly, took out my precious object....

"Yaaak!", my mom screamed and went like crazy, "It's cat's P.....",... "Brandy, you filthy little thing...why?....how could you...?" ---- of course she dragged me back home and washed my mouth, teeth, my face, and she rubbed her hands again and again with hot water and soap. Sometimes my mother is like this, she's some "drama queen", as if I was the first doggie in the world to make this kind of mistake. Besides, it was'nt my fault, SOMETHING MADE ME DO IT....

I'm so sorry Mommy. Do you still love me?

Yes, of course you do.

I'm not sure if I should do it.

I wasn't sure to do this but my mother said it's ok to show my feelings and that it will honor my friend's memory. She read it in a book by Jim Willis (she admires this man) "Pieces of My Heart", so here it is:

I Loved You Best

Copyright Jim Willis 2001
e-mail: tiergarten@onebox.com
Web Site: Tiergarten Care Fund

So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.

In your loving memory my friend.

I don't understand.

Hello diary, I wasn't go to bark at you today cuz I don’t feel like barking today, but my mother always says that there's nothing better than a day after another and we should always keep looking forward.

You might be wondering why I'm talking like this being so young myself, well, let me tell you that something happened with a dear friend of mine which I wasn't expecting and is making me feel so sad. Some things are difficult to me to understand, I don't know if it's because I'm so young. Mommy says I shouldn't feel sorrow because he is now a furry angel and will always be with us..., I believe her. I’ll pray for him and his Mom.

Ok, since life goes on, and I have so much to be grateful for, I promise you I'll try my best to behave as the happy, merry-go-lucky ball of fur I've always been.

You know what? today when I went for my usual walk (do my morning business) I saw the most cute little chihuahua (???) pup I've ever seen (as if I've seen so much....) he was barking at me like crrrrazy (imagine, he is as big as a little mouse), he looked so cute I wish my mother would have let me get near him, instead she pulled me back home saying “I” was upsetting the poor puppy, GRRRRRR, can you believe this?. How come the blame's always on me? being myself the friendliest doggy in the whole world, my mother thinks I'm over-friendly and sometimes "intimidate" (some word ,ah?) others with my excess friendliness. Would this be possible? Well, if I would be able to meet more doggies this may not be as she says. What do you think?

Woof, I'll keep on barking to you later.
Brandy.

I love my Mom.

Heeeeeyyy! this is a beautiful morning down here in FL. How are you doing today diary? Yes I know, you won't answer me back, you just hear what I have to say, which has become the perfect relation.

Well, let me tell you, this morning I woke up as usual verrrry early, as soon as the sun came out, but since is Saturday I had a hard time getting my mom up. After struggling hard to get her out of bed, I had to make use of all my pom's charmings and all of my wise guy tricks, finally she got up. We went into what I expected to be a long, long walk, but unfortunately my mommy is not so young (she sometimes says I'm too much for her and that she no longer has the energy to raise me as a good, well behaved dog), she has problems with her legs, she says they hurt so much, poor mommy. Whish she would go to the human vet but I think she is afraid they might have to put her to sleep as they did with my long gone brother Brandy II, he was suffering too much, my mom still misses him and has lots of pictures of him at home. I never met my brother but my mother says he was a mutt, his mother was a rott and his father a "who knows what", but my brother, .....oh boy, my mother says he sure was something special. Mommy always, and I mean always, had doggies but when she refers to "MY DOG" you can be sure she speaks of him. Gosh! he is my hero....wish I could have met him.... Comming Mom, sorry pal I've to go my mom's calling and don't want her to wait for me, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

It is Friday...so what! (just kidding...)

Yeap! its Friday again, and tomorrow we'll go on our long week-end walks (hope it doesn't rain).

First of all let me tell you that it seems my puppy pal Rexie is a little bit better, his mommy said that he will have to visit the doggie doctor for a check up ofhis little heart. I sure hope everything goes well. Bless you Rex.

Now, going back to the week-end's walks with mommy, let me bark you a little about something that happened las t week. We were enjoying a great walk through our neighborhood, there were a lot of devilish squirrels running everywhere, a few cats in some of the pretty houses front porches looking at us as if they were the kings of the universe (but that's how kitties are, it's ok), and as always, I kept marking my territory, eventhough after a few blocks from home I had nothing left in me to mark with (if you know what I mean). Ok, we kept on walking and all of the sudden, out of nowhere came a human, he seemed like a good person, I wanted to sniff and jump over him but mommy kept my leash so short...hey, come nearer, I won't bite, ...yes that's better....snifff, snifff, a few tail wags and...yes, he's mine....jump, jump,jump. Ok, Mommy don't panic, I'll be good.

The human talked to my mom about me, he said I was so beautiful (stupid guy, I'm HANDSOME girls are beautiful), cute and funny (yeah, right!), and then he asked my mother if still I had my "two" (I don't know what he ment by that). My mother said that yes I did, but that I was soon to be fixed (I didn't know I was broken(???)). This guy asked my mother if she would let me visit his house cause he had a little pom girl and wanted for her to meet me because he wanted to breed (still don't know what they were talking about, do you happen to know by any chance?). Mommy said that maybe , but she had to think about it and that he should give her his phone #, so he did. Ok, good-bye pal, it's been a pleasure jumping all over you, see you around....ok, he was gone.

Later on when we were back home, I asked my mom what was all that about and she explained it to me, she said: "oh baby, never mind, I would never, ever let you go visit other peoples' house alone", "this person just wanted to borrow you so that you fell in love with his pom-pom girl, give her a lot of pom-pom babies, and then you might never be able to see her again".
That's it? I asked, still don't get it mom. Mom, more details please? ..."No Brandy baby", she said, "that's enough for you to know for now, maybe when you grow older. You are just a teenager and you have other important things to learn". Like what?!!!! Mom, Moooom, Mommmy! don't give me that look now, pleeeeaaase. Ok, it's allright, I know you have to do the dishes and clean the house, this means conversation is over.

I'm still thinking about this, humans are so hard to understand sometimes, but I sure love them. Specially my Mom.

Arrf, arrf, we'll keep in touch.

I'm so sad.

I'm back diary, I had to bark a litle more today cause I had to tell you about my friend. My good friend Rexie Bear is sick, he had to go to the hospital because he can't breath well. I thought he was doing fine already but it seems not. His mommy is so worried, poor mommy, if this happened to me my mother would also be desperate, they love us so much that they can't stand when things go wrong.

Dear diary, help me pray for my friends health, I know God Loves all creatures large and small and He really Cares for us furry little pups.

Please Dear God Heal my friend Rexie and Make his mommy happy again.

I'm really sad,
Brandy.

What?????????

What is THAT????????......
Diary, you aren't going to believe this. ...
One of my human brothers, Jorge, just brought my Mom this horrible "thing" I don't even dare to look at. Oh my! what where they thinking?..... No way I'm going near Thaaat thing, no Sir.

Ok, I'll just sniff it a little bit. Snifff, sniiifff,...it smells ok, it smells familiar...ummm, "what is that thing my brother brought, Mommy?", I asked, "well baby" she said, "it's a little place where you can go in to rest comfortable, take naps, or just feel safe, it's called a puppy cage."
WHAAAAT? A CAGE? Oh no, I'm not going in there, I knew it looked familiar, is the same THING they put me in at the place I'm bathed and brushed, what is it called...groomer?, yes that's it. Besides I already have my lovable crate in the bedroom where I hide, sleep and feel safe, as if I was one of my ancestors wolves, they like to sleep in their private caves, yeah! that must have been real fun. No, I don't need this cage, they said they brought it in because it is larger and I would have more space and fresh air in it,...... no way I don't care and I don't like it. They even say it belonged to a neighbors doggie which moved to another town, again I couldn't care less.....My brother says I'm a spoiled little dog who thinks he is big, though, and center of the Universe... well I got news for your pal, I am all that and more, so, get used to it, brooother. Grrrrrrrr!

Mommy, please, how could you accept them bringing you thisss horrible cage.... (Although it doesn't look so bad now, my Mom placed a beautiful pillow in it, a few of my favorite toys and even a treat, also she left the little door wide open). I'll get nearer and investigate, sniff, sniff again, it seems ok....maybe someday I'll give it a try , but for now I'll hold back my natural doggie curiosity and stay as far as possible from it. I'll keep you posted.

Uffff! I don't get it.

Yes diary, it's me again. I have to tell someone so I think you are the lucky one. It's about my Mom, she's sooo overprotective with every and each of her childs, including me, but right now I'm going to tell you about her and her youngest human son. He's a great person, eventhough he likes to tease me and play tough with me, I know he means no harm, he knows I'm tough too, anyway, he's been assaulted twice at work (manager of a pizza store), and once while working as a security guy, he was shot twice, Thanks God he's ok now, but he has a limp for life, poor Mom she suffered (and still does) so much, I wish I would have been there to comfort her, but I wasn't even born.

And now, this little (he's 6'2") human brother of mine, had the brightest idea and bought a motorcycle a month ago, yeah, greatest idea, and now my Mommy has no peace of mind. You see diary, humans are not easy to understand, why on earth did he had to buy that "thing" knowing that my mother, his wife (who's expecting her second pup, I mean baby) and his oldest daughter will always be worrying as he goes out in the street,....I don't get it. Could you explain it to me diary?.......Grrrrrrrrr, I'm so mad at him I could even bite for the first time in my life.
I think I rather join my Mom and Pray for my human brother to be safe, please could you pray with me?...

We are so happy.

I'm back diary. Yes, we are happy to know that our little friend is feeling better and soon will be a healthy, happy pom again. We are also happy for his mommy who was so worried and sad for him. Good for Rexie Bear, you are a strong guy.
I'm also happy because you know week ends are my favorite since my mom has more time to spend home ,and of course to pamper and spoil me. I looove that. I hope tomorrow doesn't rain so that we can go on one of those long walks around the neighborhood. Wao, am I excited, my tail doesn't want to stay still, heeeey, enough, stop now...ok, that's better tail, today we have to rest and save all our energies for tomorrow. Yawwwnn! I think I'll go to sleep now, happy dreams diary. Yawwwn, tomorrow will be a beautifull new day....

Rainny day.

Ooofss, dear diary, yesterday night was a rainny night. It poured for ours and there were some thunders too, I'm not afraid of thunders, but my Mom doesn't like them. She was a little worried and maybe kind of sad 'cause my youngest "human brother" was out to work, and she always worries about the traffic when it rains. Here in Miami we have a lot of traffic accidents, or so I have heard. This morning it was no longer raining but everything was wet, the grass, the sidewalk, the back yard, evrrrrything....I don't like it when I feel the floor wet and cold, but you know, I HAVE to get out in the morning.

There was some good news in the afternoon because my mother spoke to her precious "human son" and he said he was ok, he had even got home at 5pm last night (and Mommy so worried....). But I also got some not so good news, one of my puppy pals is not feeling good, Rexie Bear is coughing and his Mom is worried for him. I think they are taking him to the doctor. I really hope he gets well soon, we'll pray for him. Diary, I'll keep you posted on this . Arrrff!

Arrrf, arrrf, here I am again.

Woof, woof, diary, here I am again. Let me tell you about my new friends, I'm so happy....., my tail keeps wagging even while I sleep. Oh Boy!,I 've made so many new friends that I had to tell someone, so I'm telling you, I know you always pay attention to me.
You know what? most of my pals are Poms just like me but I'm so friendly that I like to be friends with evrrrryyone, no matter what kind of furry guy/gal it may be. I have Poms friends (of course we are the best), chihuahuas, poodles, there's my neighbor Indy (too big and I'm not allowed to play alone with him without a human), my cousins Barbie and Canela, and many more. There's Blue, Phoebe, Sophie, Heidi, Kiki, Joe, and many more which it would take me a few pages to mention them all, but I loooove each and everyone of them all.
I also have to thank my Mom for getting me into Dogster, it was the best idea she could ever have, it is so much fun. She found about this in Cesar Milan's newsletter. She's a fan of this guy (don't know why, but she is).
Mommy said I was getting too spoiled 'cause I always want to get into her lap and sleep right there while she watches TV at night. She said she is worried because if something happened to her it would be really hard for me, I know she doesn't want me to suffer. Don't worry Mom, we'll always be together, I know you are in love with this little furry ball, I love you too, and nothing will go wrong.
Love you too Diary, will bark to you later.

Hello Diary , Hola in Spanish ( my Mom speaks Spanish most- of the time)

Woof, woof...Am I tired. Yes, just as Mommy said my human cousin Stephanie came to visit with her mother. She says she has two doggies, I think she mention someting like freez-on, free-zone... frishon, bishon-freeze, or something like that. Their names are a little weird: Bud and Midori, well what do you think! I would like to meet them, maybe sometime we could go to Orlando and meet the, I'm sure we can be friends, anyway we are almost related by our human part.

Let me tell you I really liked Stefie, she's pretty cool and she played with me, I even took her hair brush out from her bag, but she didn't know 'cause her mom took it away from me, how uncool was that.

They stayed at home Friday night but the left today 'cause they had to go visit my other cousins, where my puppy cousing Barbie lives, hope they remember to give her my smooches, I like Barbie a lot, she's nice and likes to play, hope I can see her soon, I'll have to ask Mommy to take me over.

Well, I just went for a walk with my Mom and think I'll take a long nap to recover my energy. Bark to you later diary.

Is this normal for a dog?

Hi Diary! Once more I come to you because you are always willing to listen, this has been a common week, nothing extraordinary has happened, today's Thursday and, like always, my Mom had to leave for work. She'll be back as soon as she can because she knows I'll always be waiting for her. During the day I'll probably spend most of my time napping, or playing a little by myself. I used to chew on the bedroom door, but that was long time ago when I was just a little baby, now I'm a full grown teenager and have other things in mind, like going outdoors ans showing off my beautiful hair and those irresistible eyes...just kidding, I'm only cute, that's all.

But tomorrow will be a great day, my Mom is free from work and will spend the WHOLE day WITH ME! Also she told me that a friend will be come to visit with one of my human cousins, who looooves dogs and will surely play with me.

The other day Mommy's two human sons came by with their human puppies, I mean daughters, and Boy!, did we have fun... we played chase, they let me nip their pants and shoes (that untill my mother saw me..), they even gave me some treats. I love people!.......specially little ones because they are more like me. I really hope this will be an exciting weekend. We'll see. I'm going now, I feel like taking a long nap. See you Diary, Arrrrffff!

Hello Diary!

It's me again, let me tell you about last Sunday.

It was one of those sunny, beautiful mornings at Miami, 7am, and my Mom is still sleeping! what a waste!... with all those squirrels, birds, lizzards, leaves being blown by the wind, doggie droppings (I'm not allowed to say the "p". word) outside our home, waiting for me to chase, explore, smell, and maybe even take a kittle taste of them....ok Mom, it's time...wake up, grrrrrrrr, I'll pull her sheet off and see if this works...no, ...it doesn't...bark a little? no I don't think so, she'll probably wake up but with a very bad mood. Mmmmm!yes I know, a little kiss always works, yes! right at the tip of her nose, smoooch! Ok, she's smiling, opens one eye,...and caress my cute little head, ooooh, that's nice, she loves me afterall. Come on now Mommy, let's go out for a loooong walk, remember today is Sunday and you are all mine.

This is the beginning of another wonderful day!

It's 11am, and yes, we are back. Boy am I thirsty!, you see I have so much hair that it feels good to be back inside. I'm going to take a nap, right now...but Mom, pleeease, you want to play now? no, no, I'm really tired, exhausted, let me sleep a little, we can play later you know, when its time for you to do the laundry, or cook dinner, clean the house, or maybe when you get a little tired of all the house chores and want to take a little nap yourself, at that time I would have regain all my energy and be ready, willing and excited to start playing, running, nipping, making you feel overjoyed, overloved, overwhelmed. Woooof! Life is goooood!

Saturday's trip to the groomer. Grrrrrrrr!

Dear diary:
Let me tell you about last Saturday, when we are supposed to be resting a little longer, but no....my Mom had tha grrrrreat idea that it is a good day for me to take a bath, so here we go at 7am on our way to the...how do they call it?... oh, yes, the "groomer".

This is the place were you see lots of guys like me but you are not allowed to "socialize" with them. Meaning you can't smell, touch, make friends, or "speak" to any of the other canines around you. How mean!....

Ok, we just arrived! Wow, the humans here are pretty nice and sweet (all females) but I will not let them know I like them, and for this I turn my ears backwards y put on my "I'm so sad" puppy look. Mommy, where are YOU going? Don't leave me! Hey! when are you comming back? Soon?...well... ok, Love you Mom.

Now ladies...here we are just you and me, and all those other doggies waiting to be bathed, detangled, combed, blow-dryed, trimmed, and tortured......, no I'm sorry, beautified and perfumed to look a little more like a little baby human. Why? don't they know that we are just poor little dogs?

I think love is a strange thing and my human mom loves me soooo much, and I really love her, if this makes her happy it makes me too.

Thanks God it's Friday!

6:45am: It's almost 7 o'clock and Mommy is still sleeping. Hmmmm...I think I'll try a little kiss in the mouth and see if she wakes up (just like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White...). OOOOps! ok, ok, I think she didn't agree to my kissing so early in the morning (maybe she's not a morning person, think I'll have to wait patiently in my doggie bed...) Oh! great she's quite awake now, afterall my kissing worked fine.

7:05am: Igot to go, Igot to go....please Mommy, hurry-up, have to go to the doggie restroom......ok, now, we are out, grrrreeeeeeat! I feel much better now. You can go now and wash yourself, brush your teeth , or any other of those things humans do in the morning.

8:00am: My mother is ready to go to work, I'm more than ready to go for a walk (I know, it must be a short one 'cause Mommy has to go to work).

8:30am: Yes, we are back, after I did my thing on each tree we passed by;
also picked up ,and made my Mom mad at me for it, some UGO (unidentified ground objects), which my mother hates, because if I swallow too much of them I get sick.

Ok, Mommy, thank you for the walk, don't forget to leave enough food, water, treats and my favorite toys, so I won't get bored till you return this afternoon. Love you, take care.