November 20th 2009 7:34 pm
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Rrrufff!!
I think I may have the dirtiest face on earth. I'm not really sure how it gets so dirty, but it sure is hard to keep it clean.
Luckily, I have Sophie Rose. Every night, whether I want her to or not, she cleans my face. To make matters worse, she has the worst timing in the world. Sophie always waits until I'm in the middle of my evening nap.
There I am, just snoozing away, completely happy in my mom's lap. Next thing I know, Sophie is sitting on me, holding my face down with one paw, licking my face.
Grrrrrrrr. GRRRRRRR. GRRRRRR!!! Seriously. What part of GRRRRRR doesn't she understand???
I really hate it when she does that!
I'm just not sure where all this dirt is coming from. We both go outside and come right back in. We both roll around on the floor in the living room. We eat the same food. We live with the same people. How on earth can Sophie's face stay so pristine, while my face stays filthy???
I'd better go prepare for the daily cleansing.
Bandit
May 4th 2009 4:46 pm
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Rrrufff!!!
This past weekend, I went camping with my family. It was a pretty good time.
We took a long car ride. I fell asleep in mom's arms until Bailey and his big butt decided that he wanted to sit there. He sat right on me! I can take a hint, so I just sat on the thingy between the two front seats.
My "sister" Jennifer came with baby Rachel and Tyler and uncle Chris. It was okay at first. Then, the kids started getting on my nerves, so Lori came down and recued me. She took me down to her camper, where Bailey and Sophie nearly smooshed me, they were so happy to see me. You would have thought I had been gone for 100 years!
Lori took us for a lonnnnnnng walk around the campground. Lots of dogs and people to bark at. I did what I could.
When we got back to the camper, I was pretty tired, so I was happy to go to bed.
On Sunday, Lori took me back to my mom's camper so we could have breakfast. Afterwards, mom decided to take me for a little walk. It turns out, it was a good thing I was with her.
This ginormous chocolate Lab tried to attack us!!! It was okay, though...I put on my tough guy routine and it stopped him in his tracks. I'm pretty sure he won't be messing with us again!
Of course, maybe I embellished the story just a little, or a lot, depending on the angle you are looking at it from...We were walking along, when I spotted him...Duke is his name. He was lounging up near the door to his camper. I gave him my most ferocious growl. I apparently don't speak Lab, because, instead of cowering in fear, he hoisted himself off the ground and moseyed on over to have a looksee. I began barking. My bark, of course, is mostly used to pierce the eardrums of my attacker. Apparently, Duke is about 15 years old, so his eardrums weren't bothered by my shrieking in the least. He just kept coming. Then...he sniffed me...
Then...the screaming began.
Lori came flying out of the camper (where she was washing the breakfast dishes). She thought something had a hold of me. Duke had practically inhaled me, so it wasn't like I was screaming for nothing!
Duke's dad finally called off the assault. But, by then, the damage was done. My mom's ears were bleeding from the sound of my screaming(not really, but it was touch and go there for a while). If Duke had just understood my growl, we could have avoided the whole ugly episode.
Bandit
April 8th 2009 9:29 am
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Rrrufff!!!
It's official, I am 1-year old, today!!
Wooohoooo!! Happy birthday to me! Bring on the cake and the presents!
I've never celebrated my birthday before. Are you suppose to celebrate it by staying home alone all day??? That's what I'm doing. Okay, so Sophie and Bailey are here, but the rest of my family is gone. Lori's at work and my mom and dad are out of town.
You heard right. My mom left me all alone on my birthday. She's going to be home tomorrow night, but by then, my birthday will have passed. How many times does your only dog turn a year old???
I've done the math repeatedly, and, even though I really don't know how to count, I figured that this is the only day I will ever turn 1 year old!!
Lori is at work. She could have taken the day off, for Dog's sake. Instead, she woke me up at the crack of dawn and left, saying that we would have cake when she got home. I thought it was a better plan for her to just leave the cake on the table where I could enjoy it throughout the day, but Lori didn't agree.
I think, later, when she offers me a piece of cake, I will turn my nose up at it.
Like that's ever going to happen. I'll Hoover it down and go back for more.
Bandit
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