Dogster Dog of the Day

OMD I'm Dog of the Day. I can't believe it! Also, my Birthday is Friday and I think Santa Paws is bringing me a special present. What a week. Hurry Santa Paws, I can't wait.

Moving Day

Well, time to pack up and move again. Mommy and I have been together for 3 years and this is now my 4th home. Nobody said life would be dull.

Our new home is in a 100 unit senior citizen apartment complex called Marina Del Rey in Beverly Hills, Florida. I think Mommy's got California on the brain. Anyway, it's a second floor unit in a 2 story building so I have to learn how to ride in an elevator. Mommy says it's nothing to be afraid of but.... I don't know. I'm also going to have a balcony so I can survey my "Queendom". It's not the same as having a yard to run around in but at least I'm with Mommy and we can have long walks together.

My days of leisure are over. I am now officially back to work. I have to wear my service dog uniform and perform my duties of pulling Mommy's wheelchair, helping her carry things and in general helping Mommy whenever she needs it.

Oh yes, Mommy is going to be teaching computer classes to the other residents. Maybe I can get in a few pets and goodies while she's teaching. This diet dog food is killing me. Bacon, bacon, I need more bacon!!!!!!!

I'M BACK!!!!!!!!

This last year and a half have been one heck of a ride but, I'm back and ready to dance and party!!!!!!

Let's see, where do I begin????? Oh yes, 4 months ago, Mommy's computer mysteriously kicked the bucket so a friend of a friend offered to fix it. 3 months go by and still no computer. In the meantime, Mommy is forced to use a friend's office computer and OMD a DIAL UP connection. Mommy just about lost all her marbles. My take on it was that it was a Dell and didn't deserve to live (don't get Mommy on her soapbox about Dell products). So Mommy finally decided to get a new HP with Windows 7 and it just arrived on Friday. Thus, I am back online. By the way, this new Windows 7 really ROCKS!!!!!!

Anyway, for the past year and a half Mommy and I have been living in a nursing home. I got a major burr under my saddle and decided that I no longer liked certain men (mainly Physical Therapists) and a certain nurse who worked there. The final straw was when she had a hotdog in her pocket and wouldn't give it to me. She claimed I tried to bite her - which I most certainly did not do - reported me to management and we were not too politely asked to leave. After much panicking, Mommy found us this absolutely HEAVENLY place to live - 2 1/2 fenced in acres out where Christ lost his sneakers and best of all a new pack of friends to run and play with. Jake, the alpha male, is a sort of pitbull hound mix who tears bumpers off of trucks, eats car wiring, cedar planks and rats in addition to massive quantities of cookies and dog chow. He's my hunting buddy. He taught me how to hunt rats (Sorry Mom, a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do). Sissy, a beautiful 2 year old female German Shepherd and Joey, a male Rottweiler - he's very laid back. Jake, Sissy and Joey own Jan, Mommy's new roommate who is a wonderful woman that takes very good care of Mommy and me. Anyway, suffice it to say that Mommy and I are very, very, very happy.

When Mommy first got me, I had stage 3 heartworm. I had to go through that horrible treatment process but I SURVIVED and became fat, happy and SASSY, thanks in part no doubt to those 14 strips of bacon that the residents fed me on a daily basis. I ballooned to 56 pounds and was forced to go on a diet and eat DIET DOG FOOD no less. In the 4 months that I have lived in my new home I have now lost 10 pounds and only have 6 more to go thanks in part no doubt to all the fresh air and sunshine I am now getting.

So, that's my story. I can't wait to see all my old friends and make new ones. CHAIO!!!!!!

Are we done moving yet, Mommy??????

This has got to be some sort of record. Mommy and I have packed up and moved 3 times in the past 2 weeks. And to add insult to injury Mommy has been without internet service AND cable TV for 2 weeks (no NASCAR races, dios mio). Talk about serious withdrawl symptoms (she has been unbearable to live with). Anyway, I think we have finally found a good home --- great people, good food, a clean bed and lots of people to give me lots of love and attention. Mommy has her highspeed internet and cable TV and all is right with the world.

The New Bed

Mommy got a new bed yesterday. In order to get into it, I have to climb up two steps. I had never seen steps or stairs before yesterday. But, I'm so smart I figured out how to do it in no time. Now I have claimed the bed as my own. It's perfect for me, the original couch potato. I like it so much I may forgive Mommy for making me wear this evil Halti. I guess it's not going to go away no matter how much I fight. I may have to give in (what, a bulldog surrender to training, never!!!)

I Got Presents Today

Oh joy, I got all sorts of presents today. Some are better than others. I got a huge chew bone which I promptly destroyed in 15 minutes. I got a toy tire on a rope (took me 5 minutes to wreck that one). Three stuffed pigs (polished them off in 20 minutes). This was a good day. Oh yes, my new harness. I really like this one. It's so comfortable and really helps me do my job.

Now, the not so good presents. I got a Halti. YUCK!!!! There is NO way I'm going to wear this thing. However, if Mommy continues to bribe me with Frosty Paws ... I might think about it.

I think I hear the dinner bell, gotta go EAT!!!

I'm HOME!!!!!!

Finally after 3 long weeks, I am HOME!!!!!! Oh happy days. I was spayed on February 15 and it took me 2 days to start eating and drinking again which scared Mommy half to death but it's so good to be home again. I missed Mommy. The vicious pit bull and it's irresponsible owner are gone. The evil girl who kidnapped me and had me taken to the pound and her boyfriend have been evicted from the complex and are gone. Life is GOOD!!!!! I'm so much calmer and happier. Mommy and I are moving to a new home on February 28th. It is so nice and luxurious, I can't wait.

I'm Still in the Pound

Things did not go as expected and Í'm still in the pound. However, the pit bull and it's idiot, irresponsible owner have been evicted from the complex. After I get spayed and microchipped on Friday, I get to go home to my Mommy who I haven't seen in 3 weeks. Boy, will I be happy to get out of here. Mommy's food is a lot better than the chow here and I miss my bed (Mommy's lap). I won't get in any more fights. I won't get in any more fights. (My punishment is to repeat this 25 times).

Boy am I in trouble now

A week ago I was viciously attacked by the neighbor's pit bull Chopper for the third time. This time Chopper nearly tore my ear off. I had to have 7 stiches and I was taken to the local pound. It took my Mommy a week to find me. She has to pay a $150 fine because I was the victim of an attack (they sure have some strange laws here in Florida).

I'm a bad girl today

Today I am really in the dog house. My mommy is an amputee permanently confined to a wheelchair. I am in training to be her service animal. Today I ate my $45 special leather leash. Mom is really mad at me.