Lady Odiferous Du Lac

Labrador Retriever
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Home:Upstate NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

July 7th 2007

I love to be the center of attention

I am afraid of squirrels and gum

Favorite Toy:
my stuffed duck

Favorite Food:
My new "big girl" Purina Pro Plan

Favorite Walk:
In the local wildlife park

Best Tricks:
I make the bed and bring mom the paper towels

Forums Motto:
Stinky girl

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 10th 2008 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Jake Du Lac

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Odie's Musings

Happy Hearts and Flowers Day :]

February 14th 2010 6:50 am
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My Dad brought Mom flowers for their Valentine’s Day anniversary. Mom was smiling and crying all at the same time. I crawled up on her lap to lick away her “happy tears.” While I was there, I ate one of her roses.

Dad laughed (cause I’m his princess), but Mom was not so happy. The older I get the harder it is for me to figure out my humans.

Happy Valentine’s Day to Everyone!
I love my dad (and my mom)


Mom's Butt Sparks

January 15th 2009 4:07 am
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Geez, it has been a long time since my mom let me enter anything in my diary. She has been busy promoting her new novel and writing two others. YAWN…that means that she has less time to play with me and my big brother Jake. Although Jake doesn’t mind as much, he is such a slug lately. All he wants to do is eat and sleep…all I want to do is play in the snow.

Oh, I have to tell you about the most horrible thing that happened. It has been very cold at night. So, my mom decided to put an extra soft and fluffy blanket on top of the bed.

Well, that first night, as I cuddled next to mom on the new comfy bed coverings…I instantly fell into a deep, sweet dream sleep.

The next night was a nightmare. There was a huge thunder and lightning storm right outside our window. I’m not scared of thunder and lightning, cause I am a big girl, but big booms are not my favorite thing to wake up to. Neither are sparks flying out of my mom’s butt.

Yes, you read right. Every time mom would move during the thunderstorm, all sorts of sparkly things would fly about the bed...And They Hurt!

I would jump off the bed until she settled down and then jump back on. She would move again, more sparks, and I would jump back off the bed.

After about two hours of my mom throwing mini-lightning bolts at me, I finally growled. I didn’t even know I could growl. Anyway, I ended up sleeping on the couch…no sparks there.

Later that morning, at breakfast, I heard her laughing to dad. She was saying things like static electricity (whatever that is), and how I had kept HER up all night jumping on and off the bed…and, and, and how when I growled that she had seen the sparks flying all over the place.

I was not amused.
I love my dad.


A Lesson in the Facts of Life!

April 22nd 2008 10:01 am
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Yesterday, Mom sat me down and we had a heartfelt talk. She said I was now old enough to learn the-facts-of-life. First off, she told me that she loved me.

Next, she got "but face." You know that look. It's the face that she always gets when she is going to insert, BUT...

She quickly added that I needed to understand that I was a dog, and that I should remember that I am not any of the following:

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Dogs are not beavers. I should not take logs off the woodpile, nor should I gnaw on the firewood, leaving little slivers of wood all over the house.

Dogs are not termites. I should never, ever sit and quietly nibble on the wooden arm of my mom's favorite Sticky Chair.

Dogs are not cats. I should not sleep draped over the back of the couch (even though my big brother Jake does).

Dogs are not cows. I should not eat grass. I should not rip up and chew dad's newly seeded lawn.

Dogs are not pigs. I should not wallow in mud puddles.

Dogs are not fish. I do not "have" to go swimming, whenever we walk near a lake or river.

Dogs are not gophers. I should not tunnel long lines of dirt all over the yard.

Dogs are not mountain goats. I should cease and desist walking on the ledge of our stonewall.

Dogs are not "bed hogs." I should not kick my mom out of bed in the middle of the night.

Dogs are also not world travelers. I should keep this in mind when I try to visit China by way of my mom's garden.

Dogs are not vacuum cleaners. Although my mom appreciates my help, I do not need to suck-up everything that falls on the floor.

Dogs are not alarm clocks. I should quit waking my mom up before four in the morning, especially on the weekends.

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I did my best to apply what I was taught in obedience school. I sat very still and listened intently to everything that my mom said. I only scratched twice and yawned three times—I didn't nod off—not once!

Finally, when I kissed her nose and wagged my tail, she stopped talking and gave me a big hug. I wish I had thought about doing that when she first sat me down for our heart-to-heart.

Boy-oh-boy, I can hardly wait until dad gets home and we get to go for a long walk in the woods, near the big lake. There are always mud puddles to wallow in, dirt to root, and squirrels to chase. I LOVE being a dog, I love my dad!


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