Likes: Belly rubs, having his ears cleaned, his itchy belly lotion and playing frisbee golf
Pet-Peeves: Having to get off of chairs, his basset brother Django and being photographed
Favorite Toy: Leopard Snake II (leopard snake the first was gutted and thrown away)
Favorite Food: Wellness (and of course cookies)
Favorite Walk: Behind the house in the wilderness
Best Tricks: say "Bang!" and play shoot him and he'll play dead (if you have a treat)
Arrival Story: Lonie was the fattest puppy in his litter. When we picked him up he looked at us as if to say, "Hey I'm a fattie, wouldn't you like to bring me home to I can pee in the heater vent?" So we did and since we moved to a house with out vents in the floor our life together has been wonderful.
Well, Mom has been accepted to vet school. I can hardly believe it. This is going to be bad, I just know it. She starts in late August so we only have the rest of the summer with her before she's gone 5 days a week learning how to make us angry. What is wrong with people!? They claim to love animals but they go to school to be a (glup) VETERINARIAN!!! How disappointing.....
I'll let you know how things progress. Until then, keep us in your thoughts..... ((sigh))
I mean really, besides chasing them around the backyard are cats really good for anything? I told my people they could get a cat if they let me bark at it and sniff it and give it a hard time, BUT NO!! They let this precious kitty live up stairs and I can't even eat its food or play in its poop box! Poop box, what a concept. You may think this is the worst it gets, but wait until you hear this...okay ready, they are getting another one. They think it's too lonely. I said, "Hey if you want it to have some company send the little dear down here, we'll show her a great time".
It's a travesty.
I guess I just needed to get this off of my chest. I know my people are good people, but they sometimes act so strangely. I guess that’s why I’m here. Someone has to talk some sense into them. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Until next time
Well it seems that my people are taking off for a fun filled holiday without me or my little brother Django. We have never been left alone for more than a few hours and I am not too excited about being left behind. Mom says dogs don't go on honeymoons, but I say why not? We got to go to the Grand Canyon for New Years, what's so different about a honeymoon? But, apparently there is no talking them out of this horrible mistake. They tell me I get to stay at a doggie hotel. It's really just a kennel at the Vet's office where our Mom works and I've been there before. They put you in tubs there and wash you, they cut your nails, they stick you with needles and even cut off the lumps you've been working so hard to grow while you're asleep. I hate it there. The only cool thing is that we get lots of treats while we're there and sometimes we get to run around off leash while all of the other dogs are in cages! Mom says they'll be none of that running around when she's not there. It sounds like a drag.