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There are "DOGS" then.......... there is "ME"!

I Wonder, WHAT We Did!?

Hey, Dogster Pals!
Yeah, it's me, "Remey" again! I had to make a journal entry, about yesterday, because it was "ONE of those days, even as smart as I AM, I can't explain", type days!??!
Mom and Dad took off, to run errands, they call them, in the early afternoon. Naturaly, when they took off, they gave my sister, Marika, and I treats and told us to "be good", while they were away. Gads, talk about "WEIRD humans"! Mom and Dad are super, super great, but WEIRD doesn't even BEGIN to desrcibe, some of the things they tell us! "BE GOOD", is like telling a Westy, LIKE ME, to "Be WHITE"! I'm ALWAYS "good" when they leave and I've even been known, to be GREAT at times, when they're gone!
Anwyay, I digress, sorry! They were gone, for about 2 hours, then when they came home, they had TWO sacks! Now, usually, ONE sack, means they bought some sort of stupid "human junk", and I loose interests, right away, and go back to sleep in MY leather chair! But, TWO sacks, COULD mean, that one of them, holds something IMPORTANT, like "something for ME''! And, this time ONE DID! Well, I had to share with my sister, good 'ol "Cement Brain", but beleive me, there was ENOUGH cool stuff, in that bag to share, I didn't mind this time!
It wasn't any of those human "holidays" when we get extra treats, and I knew it wasn't Marika's birthday, and I KNEW it wasn't MINE, because the marching band, and the jet "fly over" hadn't taken place. Soooooo what could it be? Mom handed Marika, this long snake looking toy, that looked exactly like a 3 foot green snake! Then, Dad gave ME, this special treat, out this really neat looking box, and it was GREAT! Then he gave me a BALL! And, when the ball is shaken, it makes a really cool "sound" that sounds exactly like, "Chew me to pieces, I'd love it", which is a LOT for a small ball, to say! THEN, Riki and I, get ANOTHER TREAT out of this cool box!! TWO treats??? For NO reason?? WOWZERS!
THENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Mom unwraps for each of us.......... A REAL, LIVE, DEAD, BONEEEEEEE with TONS of marrow and meat and sauce on them! Riko and I, EACH get our OWN bone!! Man, I didn't waste ANY time, heading for my leather chair with THAT, beleive me! Marika took her bone, and laid down, right where she'd been standing, in the kitchen and started on hers. But, like I've mentioned about Marika before............... she's not a Westy, thus has NO class, whatsoever!
I don't know WHAT prompted all this special treatment, and all the treats, PLUS new toys, PLUSSSSSSSSS one of the BESTEST EVEREST bones, I've ever had, but that's what Mom and Dad did, yesterday while on their errands!!??!
This morning, my jaw's a little bit, sore, from so much "bone gnawing", but it's a "good sore", considering how I got it! Marika, being "Marika", has also chewed half the head, off the green snake, lost her bone, somewhere in the house, and NOW wants MY bone, because she's lost HERS! Well, FAT chance, little Sis!!
Anyway, that's how yesterday went and WHY it made no sense to me! But then again, WHO in their RIGHT MIND, could ever,ever, figure out ANY humans, or what they do, when they do it??
Thanks, for dropping by, for the chat!! Hope to talk to you all, again, soon!
Woofers, snarps, and glorpers!
Remey!

Just Another Day!

Yet, one MORE day in the life of the world's coolest Westy! THAT of COURSE, would be...................MEEEEE!! I know this, is TRUE, by the way Mom and Dad treat me! I'd lay even bicuits, that there's not a LOT of dogs, here on these cool Dogster pages, that have their OWN, full sized, real Italian leather, club chair, to sleep in, and lay around, on when I'm in need of rest!?? Well, MY CHAIR, is exactly that and Mom and Dad gave it to me!
It happened, like this................... Where mom works, this lady was making some changes, in her junk. (humans, are sooo weird!! JUST when something gets really comfy, they buy something, NEW!????). Anyway, so this lady gave Mom this awesome, HUGE chair, and Mom brought it all the way, home for ME! Well, DAD saw it, and HE really liked it, and said it was "almost like new", but I let that slide, because nothing "NEW" is EVER comfy enough and this chair, was REALLY comfy already! So, Mom and Dad put this neat-o chair, into Dad's office, here at home and I immediately jumped up, into it and laid down! After all, I DID want to show my appreciation for such a wonderful gift, right? Right!
No sooner, though, do I start dreaming about chasing aliens and grizzly bears, away from the kennels I protect, than I feel myself RISING into the air! I thought, at first, an alien spaceship was lifting me, in my dream, but it was Dad, lifting me out of what he suddenly called....... GET THIS!! You're gonna LOVE my human Dad's sense of humor!! ready??? okay..... What HE suddenly called, "HIS LEATHER CHAIR"!! Anyway, while I was still laughing over what he's called MY chair, he sets me on the ottoman that ALSO came with this neat-o chair, pets my head and tells me, "Thanks for warming up the seat, Remey!" I told Ya' !!! See? Dad's got the GREATEST sense of humor!! HIS CHAIR, HAHAHA! His, (((leather)))) chair", even he calls it! HAHAHA!
Oh, man, Dad always cracks me up!
I had to eat something, because about that time I was also feeling really, really, weak from not eating. Since I'd only had 1 bowl of Iams, 3 dog biscuits, 5 baby carrots, one entire waffle that Mom had made for my sister, Rika and I, part of Dad's sandwhich, and a few bites from Rika's own bowl, since breakfast at 8:00 AM and it was now, nearly, 9:30 AM!!!, you can SEE I'm sure, why I was feeling so weak! Anyway, while I went to regain my strength, I DID, out of sheer kindness, allow my dad to sit in my chair! And, as luck would have it, about the time I finished regaining my strength, Dad had things to do, for Mom, so he had to get out of my chair!!
When he did, I jumped back up, into it and spent almost the WHOLE day, there! The chair, is super, super, comfy! And, as an added feature, whenever I want to laugh and have a funny time, now, I let Dad sit in it....... WITH ME supervising of course, and then he cracks me up, by calling it, "his chair"!! He does, this, ONLY to crack me up, because he knows how much, all Westies love to laugh! Good, 'Ol Dad!!! Gotta love that guy!
Well as we Westies are so fond of saying.................. "Woof"!!

Westies and BATHS DO NOTTTTT mix well!

EGADS! Mom gave me a bath!! For some reason, only known to HUMANS, there is a "thing", that humans, (at lease MY TWO!), feel Westies always need to be "WHITE", and "SMELL DECENT", as Mom and Dad term it!?? Why?
"Stubby", whose a breeding male, here in Mom and Dad's kennels, and MY dad, doesn't always have to be "WHITE" and "SMELL DECENT"!?!??!
HE'S lucky, because he gets to run all over the kennels, and play in the black sand we have here, (Living at the coast, I heard Dad say once, we have "Black Sand", instead of real dirt), and roll in it and DIG like crazy, whenever he wants to! So, he doesn't always look so white, as I guess us Westies are supposed to be! But, since I'm what my humans call a "House Dog", I have to stay white, and halfway clean all the time! STUUUUPIDDDD!! I'm a (((DOG)))!!! JUST because I'm a (((GIRL)))), and JUST because I'm a (((WESTY))), and JUST because I'm ((((WHITE)))), it seems stupid to ME, that I have to be clean most of the time??!!
Like, today................... dad washed out the poop scooper pan and shovel. Cool! He washed it out, on the grass, right next to where I was playing with my sister, Marika. So, when he turned, to turn off the water, I saw a perfect chance for some GREAT "rolling", in some really neat-o dog type stuff, that to MEEEEEEEEEE smelled pretty neat! But, DAD grabs me, around the middle, picks me straight up, off the ground, into his arms and carries me into the house and he's telling me, "Noooo, wayyyyy, are you rolling in THAT stuff, Remey!" GADS!! WHY NOT?
I did, get a treat, when he took me inside, and even got to sit on his lap, while he worked on the computer, a while. But, I COULD have done, that, anyway, AFTER having a great doggy roll in the grass, where he'd cleaned things off, right? Obvioulsy, NOT, and ONLY because I'm a "WESTIE"!!
This being all white, all the time, can be a real drag!
Woof!