catching up....

Mikey found a wonderful forever home!

June 2009 traveled to CT (drove cross country), spent time with my favorite spaniel, Aunt Abbe, and met a new friend, Maggie.

October 2009 traveled to Hatteras Island, where I had the nastiest case of FLEAS - none of my normal flea stuff would get rid of them - finally the vet gave a pill, and my guardian whisked me to the groomers for a good flea bath, and shaved off all my hair.

Winter in 2010 lived in Jupiter, FL - that was fun!

June 2010 moved back to SF, I now live a block away from my favorite park! Yippee!

A few weeks ago, my best pal, Rosie, went to heaven.

Most important of 2009 - my guardian met Joe, who is my best pal - and co-guardian of me ; )

I wish Micky liked me better. I love having another pal around.
I just don't understand!

Now Micky sleeps in a crate - I hate that. I liked cuddling up next to him at night, but the other night he bite me, and it hurt. My mommy was so upset when it happened.

wags & wiggles....Dusty

Tagged

I was tagged by my foster brother Micky....


1. I love saying hi to everyone.
2. Greenies are fun to eat
3. My favorite places are: Chrissy field, Gilgo Beach, Farley's
4. Always wiggling my butt
5. Adore cats
6. Love to give kisses
7. I lived in CT, NY, NC, and CA

Micky Dog of the Day

whoof woof
wiggle wiggle
I am sure happy for my foster brother getting dog of the day on dogster!!!!

if your a happy cocker and you know it...

-if your a happy cocker and you know it, wiggle your butt
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, wag your tail
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, prance around with your tennis ball
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, roll over your favorite bone
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, roll over on your back, wiggle all around
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, give a humf (sneeze/snort)
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, whoof, whoof
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, give your paw
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, beg for food
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, drop your treat just given you, if you think you are going to get a "better" treat
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, wag your tail a million miles per minute
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, tilt your head to the side
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, do the wiggle dance while
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, roll in something your guardian thinks is really icky, but you think is GREAT!
-if your a happy cocker and you know it, bunch up your doggie bed, then your guardians bed

Pig-Ear

Saturday I was given a new pig ear - yummy! I was on my doggie bed having a grand old time, when Micky decided to come over and steal my pig-ear away from me. Well, I told him that was not allowed! We made up, and yesterday went on a great hike with my Mom and Auntie Vikki.


Wiggles & Kisses,
Dusty

greenie

This morning Micky walked away from his breakfast, and I was ever so quick to finish his breakfast. Then I slipped in and stole his greenie - which my guardian insisted I give it back. We had a stand-off, I was giving her my cutest ever face, wagging my tail - trying to convince her to let me keep the greenie. She wasn't convinced.



Wiggles-Dusty

Micky

My guardian took on a foster - his name is Micky. He keeps stealing my bones, but I don't really mind (as long as he doesn't eat my food!). I always get them back with a little help from my guardian.

Wags! Dusty

Tuesday

My owner had a few days off work, so she has been taking me to different parks around San Francisco. Yesterday we went to Holly Park in Bernal Heights, today Layfayette & Dolores Park . I rather go run down at the beach, but my owner says no because I have a Boo Boo on my nose, and she does not want sand getting in my little boo boo.

Besides all the walking in the parks, my owner & I have been looking for a place to live. The apartments that I really like-I jump right on the couch to let all know that I feel right at home! For some reason that does not go over well-what do they expect me to do? Sit on the floor! It's bad enough I have to go pee in the rain. Cats have it made, they can pee in the house, in their own box. Not me, nnnoooo, have to go out side in the COLD rain, find a smell, do a balancing act, and then finally relieve myself. Then when I get back inside, I am expected to sit, while she drys me off (who got me wet in the first place????).

I keep telling my owner, that I want my own bathroom in the new place...she keeps saying "Yes, Dusty we'll move into a place with a backyard" (in her I save this voice for Dusty only). How does bathroom=backyard?