I'm Dog of the Week!!

I'm dog of the week every week at my house, but now my status as most aweseomest dog ever is official. Thanks everyone. I had my Mom take some pictures and she posted them here - http://www.dogster.com/forums/Dog_of_the_Week/thread/702681

Happy Birthday to me!

I hope I get to chase squirrels and rabbits today!

Got tagged!

Buddy and Sadie got me. I have to answer these 10 questions then tag 6 of my buddies.

1. What color is your collar?
One is a redish color with pink monkeys on it. The other is a blue toned paisley collar made from a recycled necktie.

2. What kind of food do you eat?
Meat, bones, and organs. And cat poop.

3. What are your favorite treats?
Whatever Mom and Dad are eating and freeze dried liver.

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
My Daddy. I love him oh so much.

5. Do you get table scraps?
All the time!

6. What is your favorite toy?
Cats, rabbits, squirrels, raccoons, etc.

7. When is your birthday?
October 15th, 2003

8. How many times a day do you eat?
Once if you don't count the table scraps I get throughout the day.

9. Do you have a favorite color?
Red. The color of blood.

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Yuppers.

Tagged

We got a special pawmail today from the dastardly duo Buddy and Sadie! They tagged me for some fun!

Here are the rules: Each dog starts with 7 random facts about themselves. The dogs who are tagged, need to post in their diaries the rules & the 7 facts about themselves. Then choose 7 dogs to tag & list their names. Send them a pawmail that they've been tagged or send them a rosette letting them know they've been tagged. Oh & if you're reading this consider yourself tagged as well...hee hee!

1. I love food. No really, I love it. I don't think you understand. I. Love. Food.

2. When my Dad sneezes I drop whatever I'm doing and rush over to check on him. But when Mom sneezes I couldn't care less.

3. I like to stalk and kill pine cones and sticks.

4. I once "raised" and cared for a litter of kittens even though I like to chase and be mean to kitties.

5. My very best trick is high five. Everyone likes when I do that so I do it all the time.

6. I hate doing the roll over trick.

7. Sometimes the squeakers in toys make me sad. If Mom or Dad squeaks them I take the toy away and try to nurse it back to health. Evil parents always hurting my babies. For shame.

I've been tagged!

I've been tagged by Kaya!
I have to say seven facts about me, then tag 7 more doggies!

7 Fun facts about me(Kaya):

1. I love chasing rabbits. Or squirrels. Or raccoons. Or...heck, anything that will run from me!
2. I love belly rubs.
3. I don't like when strangers try to touch my head.
4. Sometimes I don't listen and I get into trouble. Bad trouble. I am in bad trouble right now.
5. I like eating snow and making doggy snow angels.
6. I lie a lot. Some people don't think dogs can lie, but we can. And I am a master at it.
7. I can't stand rude dogs and I am sure to let other dogs know if they are being rude.

The Raccoon!

I got into a fight with a raccoon the other night. Well, it wasn’t really a fight but that’s what I’m telling everyone. I knew the bugger was out there in front of the apartment. I could smell him. I’ve seen him around before and I’ve chased him up a tree once. Anyway, Mom and I were going out on a walk and the steps were icy. I bolted down the stairs and stuck my head in the bushes looking for the creature while Mom carefully walked down our very steep (and against safety code) icy stairs. Once she was about half way down I found the raccoon. So I started growling and carrying on. It all happened really fast. I tried to get him but Mom yelled and it spooked the both of us. The raccoon ran up the tree. Boy was I mad. I wanted to sit and wait for him to come down. I mean, he has to come down eventually right? I would have happily waited out there. It was cold, windy, and snowy. My favorite weather!

But Mom said no. She said I needed to go potty so I forgot about the raccoon. We went on our walk and when we got back he was STILL up the in tree. My tree, by my house! Can you believe it? We went back inside and Mom kept going onto the deck to check on him. He just wasn’t coming down.

So guess what she did. She takes a can of MY food, without giving me any, and brings it out to the raccoon. She said that the coon was too scared to come down and he didn’t need to be up in that tree all night.

So not only did I not get to catch the raccoon, he got to eat some of my food. He ate the whole can!

Hope you enjoyed my can of beef, raccoon. Next time I won’t be so easy on you.

Mom has gone off her rocker.

Mom got her stuff all mixed up and thought Thanksgiving was on the 20th. I had to tell her she was wrong. Too bad she already sent Thanksgiving prezzies out. Ooops! Cut Mom a break. We already had Thanksgiving here. It ain't easy keeping up with Holidays in two countries (even though they're usually on the same day).

Well, at least it ain't easy for Mom.:))

I get it now.

I get it! I'm no longer freaked out by getting meat for dinner. This is awesome!

I still don't get it.

I kinda expected not to get my kibble soup for dinner tonight and I was right. I got a chicken leg quarter and an extra chicken leg. I ate the seperate chicken leg first. Then I ate the thigh from the quarter, then I didn't want anymore I guess. Honestly, I'm not sure what I was thinking. Anyway I went to lay down and clean up and Mom took the other chicken leg away. I was confused by that. I went and sniffed my blanket looking for any crumbs but couldn't find anything.

I hope this new dinner stuff stops being confusing soon. There's always been a set way we do things in this house and now that's changed. I like all my ducks in a row, so to speak, so this is really throwing me off.

What is going on here?

Last night Mom plopped down a chunk of beef, a pork riblet, and a slice of kidney on my treat blanket at dinner time. I didn't know what to do. I ate the kidney right away and then followed Mom into the bedroom and just stared at her. She told me to go eat. I would have gone to eat, but Mom didn't give me my food. She just gave me treats. So I just kept staring. Then Mom got up and went to my treat blanket and handed me the chunk of beef. I licked it. I mean I really love getting these kinds of treats and all, but I just didn't understand what was going on. Mom said she was going to ignore me, so I went and got Dad instead. Dad came and moved my treat blanket to where my food and water bowl are. Then HE told me to go eat. Again, I would eat if someone would get me some dinner. Mom told him to just ignore me so he did. I didn't figure I was going to get my dinner so I ate the treats instead. Very strange. I wonder what will happen tonight?