I Used To Be Called Weasel

Puppy's Gone to Heaven

Dad took Puppy in yesterday (Wednesday 7/22/09) to the vet. We had to have him put to sleep. He has been suffering for some time with a tick disease. It wasn't lyme disease, but he had lost all of his muscle mass. He quit eating and just in the last week he had lost 5 lbs. You could his rib cage and back bone. He was fading away.

Dad and Mom cried all week because we knew it was coming. We were basically keeping him alive for our own selves. We decided he was uncomfortable and getting too weak. It was time.

We will have wonderful memories of Puppy. He was a sweet boy. He was loving, and cuddly. Now he will be up in heaven with Little Girl. I know that God created beautiful little animals and has a special place for them. I can see them all together now and he is no longer in pain.

Life Goes On

Well, I haven't written in a while. A year ago Little Girl and I got out chasing a possum and we had a good old time. However, my best friend got run over and that is why we got Duke. Then, this past winter Princess, the little old weiner dog died so it was just us boys...until 2 days ago.

It has been nice and quiet - we were just laying around and mom brought home this little girl puppy. I wasn't sure about her at first. She laid down really still and me and Duke smelled her. She slept with mom and I didn't like that.

The next day after she followed me around the yard and kept licking my face I decided she was just too cute. The only thing I don't know about is sharing my couch with her. She's put a little spring back into my step!

The New Pup is Not So Bad After All...

Okay, well the new Pup (Duke), is not so bad after all. He is still annoying because he tears around the house with his baby ducky thingy, and he tries to jump on the couch whenever I want up there. But, he does try to play with me.

The other day he let me jump on his back and play with him. That was kind of fun! Then, he rolled over on the ground and he wrestled with me. FINALLY, another guy dog to waller with! I've had all these girly dogs around me. So, this is what it's like to be a guy dog. After 10 years now, I think I am finallylearning how to have fun! I chased Duke all around the pool and he let me jump on him again. This old guy still has it in him!

Last night Princess and Duke were on the love seat with Mom. Mom invited me up there too. Usually I don't like to get too close to the new pup. However, I went ahead and got up there and we all snuggled. It was nice. I think we are going to be buddies after all.

The New Pup is Annoying!

Well, we have a new pup (Duke) and he really is annoying. I didn't think he was here to stay, but I guess he is. Mom and Dad brought him home a week ago and, he is still here. He has been invading my space and he got really ugly when he was eating his food.

Now, rather than leaving the food out, Mom and Dad are feeding us a few times a day. I get hungry! I guess it is better than us getting in a fight. The new Pup is bigger than me, and I am just getting too old to put up with his antics.

He and Mom tear up and down the hall chasing some kind of little duck thingy. They scamper, up and down, and it is REALLY annoying! Duke has even gotten ugly with Princess (our dashound) who is 15 years old and nearly bitten her head off whenever we get treats. Mom got him in trouble though.

You know what else he does? He tries to get on the couch! That is a big NO NO! I know that. I only get to get on the couch on special occasions. AND, I don't like it whenever he snuggles with Dad.

I guess I sound like I am complaining. I am just not used to the new guy yet. He is such a big lug. I just had to get some of this stuff off of my chest. Hope you guys understand. Thanks for listening.

I Lost My Best Friend

A week ago Little Girl and I busted out the back fence. We were on the trail of something. It was wonderful, we chased it through the woods and all around the baseball fields. But something terrible happened. When we crossed the road, a big car hit Little Girl. I was so scared, I ran back home. When Brian pulled up in the driveway, I was so happy to see someone I knew. But, when Mommy and Daddy got home Little Girl was no where to be found. I am not sure what happened but she never came home. I was so sad, I looked and looked for her. I was so depressed and have been moping around. Daddy and Mommy have been comforting me and spoiling me a lot. I have even got to sit on the couch, ride in the truck with Daddy and one night I slept in bed with Mommy! I am guessing that Little Girl is in heaven. I will miss her.

Seven Things I'm Thankful For:

IT'S THANKSGIVING TAG!!!!

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.

Seven Things I’m Thankful For:

1. My mom and dad who love me, even when I howl!
2. Little Girl and Princess, even though they think they are alpha dogs.
3. My gray fur that I can cuddle up with.
4. My leopard pillow that I can cuddle up with.
5. The deck where I can sun and snooze.
6. Treats, treats, treats!
7. My dad's secret peppermint candy stash that he lets me sneak candy from!

I am tagging:
Rocky
Shia
Kayla
Ayla
Kahlua
Poco
(need one more friend to tag)

Got new bed!

My daddy got me a new bed! It has leopard print and I love it! It is so comfy! I can dig around and scrunch and wad it up until it fits my body. I love to snooze on the deck, but the cushion is so much better. Thanks Dad!

I Used To Be Called Weasel

My memory is a little fuzzy because I'm getting a little older now. But, a long time ago, they used to call me "Weasel." Whenever Dad (Big R) got me from the jail (dog pound) they said that my first owner had taken me there because I was killing chickens. Now, I am not particularly fond of chickens. However, I don't even recall killing any chickens. I might've tried to play with some chickens and pawed them a little hard, but I never meant to hurt anything or anyone. So, somehow, I was named after that creepy little rodent "Weasel."

Well Dad (Big R) and mom decided that I was just too cute to be called "Weasel." After all, I was only 9 months when they saw me staring through the jail fence. I wagged my tail and they fell for me right away. For about a week everyone in the family kept thinking of names for me, but I was just so cute, that "Puppy" seemed to stick.

Sometimes they call me "Puppy Boy" or "Big Boy." I like my name. I'm easy going and I think it fits me just fine