A Common Day in My Doggie Life.

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Valentine's Tagged.

January 30th 2008 8:45 am
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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!

January 27th 2008 1:18 pm
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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…..

January 22nd 2008 11:43 am
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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.

January 18th 2008 7:53 am
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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?

January 14th 2008 1:28 pm
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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!!!!!

January 4th 2008 9:00 am
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...........(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.

December 29th 2007 3:17 pm
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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?

December 19th 2007 1:07 pm
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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!

December 16th 2007 8:59 am
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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!!!!

December 10th 2007 11:44 am
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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

 
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