A Common Day in My Doggie Life.

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Hello.

September 7th 2007 9:48 am
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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.

August 30th 2007 9:06 am
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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!

August 23rd 2007 11:37 am
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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.

August 21st 2007 7:20 am
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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.

August 20th 2007 11:17 am
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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?

August 15th 2007 1:58 pm
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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.

August 13th 2007 1:25 pm
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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.

August 13th 2007 11:10 am
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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

August 10th 2007 11:34 am
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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.

August 10th 2007 10:58 am
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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

 
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