I got him!

I finally got him! Baby Shrek that is. I had him in my possession for a good 5 minutes while Winston stood helplessly by. I was so excited that I didn't quite know what to do to this bright green thing. Should I gnaw on his ears - YES! I did that - and then gnawed his face. Finally I pulled his little man shrek under pants off and pulled the beans out of his butt and spread them all over the floor. This was a very satisfactory moment because I love to make a mess - and this is precisesly when momma came in. Unfortunately I had Baby Shrek by the butt when she saw me so I couldn't blame it on Winston like I had planned. She took him from me and cleaned up my mess.

I still consider it a success - a conquest for King Charlie!

Black Saturday

ABANDONED! We knew we were in trouble when we saw the overnight bag come out. We tried to talk her out of it by following her everywhere she went and communicating telepathetically (no - I spelled that right - I wanted her to know the pathetic feelings we were having). ANYWAYS. She left on Saturday and did not come home for 24 hours. Yes, I know we had someone here to sleep with us and play with us and cuddle with us but it was not the same. I knew what to do. I decided to hunger strike. I almost did it too. But right after she came home I ate my breakfast. Oh - and I peed all over her fancy dancy shower curtain.

Foiled Again

Success At Last! After days of stalking Baby Shrek I finally was able to nab him out of Winston's play pen. Mostly because Winston's not usually in there anymore because he cries when momma puts him in there and she's a wuss. I say we all buy ear plugs, but that's another diary entry. ANYWAYS - for a few moments BS was MINE MINE MINE. I got SO EXCITED I jumped right up on the couch next to mom to show her my capture. Of course then I realized my mistake. She took him away! He was so green - like a beautiful bright booger! I had him - how could I be so foolish - I could have torn him to pieces in the back yard and brought a piece of his ear to Winston and done a victory dance but NO!

Well at least I've got several biscuits buried out in the yard to drown my sorrows in. Momma caught me burying my treats and laughed because my nose was black from the mulch - picked me up before I could clean myself up and carried me around to show me to people so they could laugh too. I really hope she's got some money set aside for the therapy I'll need after she pulls things like that.

Awww - an important cause

There are some mean people out there! Mom get's the daily Dr. Jon's newsletter about dogs and today's was about puppy mills. Mom gets all choked up reading about stuff like this because you know she loves the dawgs. She loves all the dogs. ANYWAYS - she just watched a video and donated to the Humane's society's effort's to stop puppy mills. If you want to see the video and learn more about what really goes on you can join mom on one of her many crusades to make this world a better place for us furry folks at:

http://stoppuppymills.org/inside_a_puppy_mill.html


Okay - now I have to go tear apart some of my stuffed animals or as someone on this here site called them , a "stuffie"!!!!! I still have my eye on Baby Shrek but that hunt will take a while - patience, patience!

Woo hoo a walk!

I got to go on a REALLY long walk today - it was so long I even ran out of my ability to tell all the other dogs I had been there if ya know what I mean. We had to haul Winston around with us in a wagon but that is okay because I had a GREAT time...we got to go down all these streets we NEVER get to go down!!!! Walks are my favorite! Mom's on a kick of making me dinner from scratch so I got hamburger and rice and veggies. I love veggies but Winston wouldn't eat his. Afterwards Mom sat down and looked at other parson's on the computer and found one that had died. Well, you know what that meant. She cried and I got picked up and kissed all over - even on the inside of my EARS for gawd's sake the woman is ridiculous. She put me down and then picked me up again and squeezed me and kissed me again. Blech. I hid under the chair. She kisses me far too much. I'm young and healthy. And I had just eaten, not a good time for being squozen.

My great escape

Mom forgot to latch the screen door yesterday. I love it when she does that, it's my favorite. I went hunting for the neighbor's cat, Bumper. Bumper beats up all the other neighborhood cats, but I'll show him a thing or two. He likes to walk up and down the fence and drive me crazy. I can't WAIT until he falls into my yard! I can jump SO high but not as high as the top of the fence. Anyways, I always come back, don't know why Mom gets so hyper. I can run faster than any dog I've seen. I can run faster than my friend Gaia, the great dane, and her legs are much longer than mine. I like to hunt, but Mom hates it when I catch things and has weird little funerals in the front yard and cries and plants flowers for the gophers I catch even though they tear up the lawn. Dumb! Currently I am also hunting for Winston's Baby Shrek. I sure want to take it from him and tear all the stuffing out of it. He growls at me any time I come within 3 feet of the playpen. I never forget though, and one day Baby Shrek will be mine to eat.

He has nerve!!!

Anyone looking at me should be able to tell that I should be the one in charge. I don't know how Winston got to be in charge just because he's a couple of months older than me but it REALLY bugs me. What bugs me the most is when he starts running around after me when Mom turns on the vacumn cleaner - I think they have meds for that but Winston won't take them. So now after Winston's accident he's in the playpen and do you know he's STILL trying to boss me around from in there? He growls from behind the mesh if I don't do what he thinks I should do. I'm stronger than him but most of the time I do what he wants me to do although I make a lot of noise. I'm a talker, you know. I'm quite prolific. Sometimes when people first meet me they wonder if I'm mean because I talk so much and I sound like I'm snarly growly - but it's just me talking while I run around the house. I LOVE people, especially kids. I want my own kid, but mom won't let me get one. I'd like to trade Winston for a kid.