My life from a dogs view

I have been tagged by the lovely Sadie.

Tag...AND NOW YOU'RE IT!

Here are the RULES of the game:

Answer all questions, post them in your diary, then tag 6 friends by sending a rosette or PawMail.

Questions:

1. What color is your collar? - Leather

2. What kind of food do you eat? - Innova

3. What are your favorite treats? - Liver treats or bully sticks

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other? - Nope, I like to spread the love.

5. Do you get table scraps?- Never had table scraps.

6. What is your favorite toy? - Anything stuffed.

7. When is your Birthday? - July 4th.

8. How many times a day do you get to eat? - Twice

9. Do you have a favorite color? - Nope

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? - Yeah

Have a good one all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

July 4th is my 2nd birthday.

Mom is wondering where the time goes.
She told me not to look, but I seen her sneaking some bags upstairs today. We all know what that means...PRESENTS!!!
Mom says she will post the pics from my birthday celebration. So excited.
Have a save 4th of July.

Hi all. Just wanted to let you know I now have a guestbook and I would love for you all to sign.
Mom thinks it's pretty awesome seeing where you all live and she loves showing you all off to all her furless friends.

Hope everyone has a safe Canada Day. We are heading down to our local park for the celebrations but Mom reassured me I'd be home before the fireworks start, I want no part of that. Like what the heck is that all about anyway??? Loud noises, people screaming, weird lights in the sky, not my thing....let's go home.

Have a good one all.

Update...bloodwork is needed. I finished my pills and I'm still having some problems. I'm only eating a couple cups of food a day, some days less than that, and I still have tummy upset.
I'm still eating a bland diet of chicken or extra lean hamburger and rice but I still don't eat much of it. I have lost a few pounds but nothing major.
I'll be tough, I might not like it, but I'll be tough when I go in for my appointment.

I'll be 2 on July 4th. WOOHOO PARTY!!!!!!!

Wow, I am one of the picks today for diary entries, pretty cool.

Mom isn't very happy right now. She took me to the vet yesterday, I wasn't feeling well. Diarrhea, a bit of vomiting and not eating much. I'm now being treated for Giardia, some nasty parasite living in my intestines. The vet said I could have been infected by drinking water that was infected, the only water I drink besides home is at my daycare. Mom always has my own water bottle while we are out walking. The vet said sometimes this doesn't show up in a fecal sample, so if this doesn't clear up my symptoms, than I need bloodwork. Don't like that much. She wants to start off simple before spending a bunch of money for other tests. She'll want to check for failing immunity or something else causing me problems. Mom is worried of course, I keep telling her I'm okay but she'll still worry.

Well, have a good one all. Bark at you soon.

Wow, I guess it's been awhile since I wrote an entry, so here it goes.

My Mom bought me the FURminator today. She was so excited she picked me up from daycare, fed me, and then told me we needed to get at it. She loved it, me not so much. As some of you know, grooming is NOT one of my favourite things to do. I could think of much better things to be doing, like napping, I love napping. She posted a picture of how well it works after only 15 minutes. I gave her 15 minutes, that's it, but she says tomorrow is another day. Maybe I'll sleep in tomorrow, she could possibly forget.....yeah I doubt it to.

My feline sister celebrated her birthday today, she is 8. Mom bought her some toys, that she will never play with but I guess it's the thought that counts. She also got her favourite canned food for her dinner and I was shocked, I wasn't even allowed to have any. What kind of party was that, eh?

My furless sister got a new dog, a Bichon named Bella, they think she is around 5 years old. They tell me she's a puppy mill dog, but I don't really know what that is, Mom just tells me she lived a hard life. Mom also told me to be nice to her when she comes to visit, so I do try and encourage her to play but she never wants to, she just follows me around. She's a quiet little girl but that's okay, I'll do all the barking around here. She really doesn't like humans too much, but she is coming around.
Mom was thinking of possibly adopting one of these dogs but in no way do I want another fur living fulltime in my home. They can visit but they need to leave when it's cuddle time with Mom. When Mom tries to cuddle with Bella I move right in and try to sit in my Mom's lap. Geez, your a visitor little girl, this is my Mom.

Mom is taking me to the vet tomorrow for a check-up. She says I don't look right, whatever that means. My Mom takes me to the vet for every little thing but I guess that's a good thing. She wants me around for many many years. I'll keep you posted.

Well bark at you all soon.

Oh my goodness!!! You should have seen what I saw today. I have to admit I was quite interested by this strange new creature but a little afraid at the same time. I really didn't know what to do, it was a good thing by Mom was there.
We were in our back field, I was sniffing and exploring like I always do. I approched the creek and I seen something quite different from anything I have seen before. I approached with caution, not quite sure if this was friend or foe. I tip-toed forward and gave a little sniff, hhmmm still not sure what to think. I pawwed the ground just to see if I got a reaction from this strange new fellow on MY stomping grounds. Nothing, it didn't move an inch. I started to circle, getting a little more excited about my new discovery. Mom noticed my interest and came over to see what the heck I was so interested in. She approached and gave me my command to "leave it", uh Mom I was starting to have some fun. When we continued on our walk she told me I was trying to play with a snapping turtle, and I guess this is not a good thing to play with. I was a little confused why his head totally disappeared, I was thinking, "dude that's weird!!!" but Mom explained it to me, and honestly I still think it's weird. You should have seen this thing, it was HUGE!!! His shell was bigger than a dinner plate. Mom told me we will be avoiding that area for awhile and I think that is best. Anything that can make his head disappear just freaks me out.

The weather is great so let's play a game of tag. Baron caught me so get ready game is on.

7 things about me.

1) My thoughts and prayers are with Baron and his family. Hope you all and your home stay safe from the flood.

2) I love my new food Innova Evo. I'm a picky eater and this food tastes pretty good.

3) I just got groomed. Have to admit I look totally handsome.

4) I love going to daycare and playing with all my pup pals. So fun!!!

5) Spring weather is here and that means lots of mud in our back field. Love it! If there's a mud pit, I WILL find it.

6) My 2nd birthday is coming up soon, July 4th. Mom says she can hardly believe how fast I have grown.

7) I am 120 pounds and I'm 33 inches at the withers. I might be a big boy but I will always find a way to cuddle on your lap.

Tag your it....

Response to the letter from yesterday. (read first, see- below)

My dearest Deogie,

I know you think the groomer is boring but sometimes you need a bit more attention. get "cleaned up" a little better. Your friends are important I realize that but I think they can go without you for one day. Playing ball, peeing on bushes and flirting with the girls is fun but sometimes you need to take a break and do something else, something boring as you say.

Of course you don't stink, but you still sometimes need a bath. A couple times a year isn't going to harm you now is it. Deogie honey, it really isn't that bad, admit it. The water is warm, the shampoos smell good, they give you lots of treats and tons of attention, they love you and you love them. It will be over in no time.
I know and they know you have sensitive ears, I promise everything will be just fine. No need to worry about that.

I love your fur but not all over my house. A clump here, a clump there, a clump everywhere. I vacuum twice a day and I would much rather be spending my time with you than doing that chore twice daily, now vacuuming IS boring. You'll have lots of that shedding fur gone and I swear you'll feel so much better, cross my heart.

I am quite positive you won't choke on your fur. Just think your fur in your mouth isn't so bad...your fur in my mouth, kind of bad. I don't really like that but sometimes it happens, pull it out and get on with your day. I promise you'll be fine.

As for your butt buddy, it just needs to be done, sorry. I know you don't mind the hang arounds after a poop but I'm the one washing your bum when and if this happens. It's not a barrel of fun for me I can tell you that.

I know you don't enjoy going but if your really good I'll get you one of those bones you really like. How does that sound? I'll be right there with you the whole time, you know Mom doesn't leave you there alone. Have to watch over my baby, right? Do you think I would let anything bad happen to you? Of course not. I swear Deogie the groomer is a good thing. It might be BORING but I'm pretty sure you can put up with boring for a couple of hours.

Love you lots, Mom.

Deogie having a hissy fit.

This letter is to my Mom.

I have to tell you I am NOT impressed about tomorrow's events in the slightest. I don't WANT to go to the groomer. Can we say BORING!!! I have to stand there and do nothing but stare at the same wall for a couple hours. I repeat BORING!!! Me and some of the guys planned on hanging out tomorrow but NNNOOOOO you say I need to go get my hair done, by the way Mom only GIRLS get their hair done, I get cleaned up.

I don't stink, I swear and my fur is falling out in huge clumps around the house so come on Mom my winter coat will come out eventually.

I hate the water, you KNOW that. What if they get shampoo in my eyes or get water in my ears, you know my ears are sensitive. If I get an earache, it's all your fault!!! I know it's never happened but what if they have someone new, who doesn't know what they are doing. HHMMM what then Mom?

The blowdryer makes me hot, does that make you happy? I don't think so. I don't like the loud noise, I can't hear anything. The way they blow it all over my body, they get hair in my mouth. I don't like hair in my mouth, what if it gets stuck in my throat and I choke on it? Not good, not good at all.

Do you have any idea what happens next? I can't stand even thinking about it. Do you have any idea what I go through there? They shave my butt a little bit, what's with that? My butt, come on people!!! The first time they did it, I was like "what the heck!" Who cares if occasionally us dogs have a few hang arounds after pooping, we're dogs man, we don't care.

And then the brushing. The endless brushing, so boring. So you see Mom I will gladly not go tomorrow. Think about I will be saving you money, you can buy yourself something pretty maybe go for dinner, what ya think?

AH I'm probably not going to win this battle, so I will wag my tail and take things as they come.

Love you lots, Deogie

I just want you all to know my big brother now has his own page on Dogster.
I never got the chance to meet him, but Mom tells me he was very cool and I would have loved him lots. She still talks about him and occasionally she has even called me Bear. I don't mind if she calls me that sometimes, cause she has enough room in her heart for both of us.
So go check out his page and say hello. Mom's not done with it yet but it's a good start. Mom had to take a break, she started to cry and decided it was enough for one night.
Bark at you all soon.

I am 20 months now, and just recently discovered the joys of lifting my leg. I was a squatter for many months, but I needed to get the hang of this lifting thing, cause you know I'm a dude.
At first I peed on myself many times but I watched others and realized what I was doing wrong. It's all in how far you lift that leg, I noticed the further the better. So I practiced as much as possible.
Trees, bushes, grass, even snowbanks were not safe from my manly marking. Not too many dogs can mark as high as me...try as they might they can never get rid of me...hehehehe. That's right dogs, this is Deogie's hood.
Well today, let's blame it on my excitement or possibly wanting to show off my new found talent, I aaahhh, well I ahhh marked a lady my Mom was talking to on our walk. Don't ask why...I don't know why. It was a good idea at the time. I swear it was just a little squirt but Mom wasn't impressed at all. The lady thought it was funny, Mom apologized profusely and then gave me that Mom look. Oh no, I knew then I was going to get a lecture.
I have learned my lesson. I need to be more responsible and respect the fact the humans are not trees.
Well, I'm grounded, so I need to get off the computer. Bark at you all soon.

Spring weather is here. All the snow has melted, so Mom is hoping we are done for another year.

Need to vent. We were out walking today and we were shocked by all the dog poop along the road around our neighbourhood. We know winter is cold but come on, it takes 2 seconds to pick it up....it's just gross and rude not to do it. Someone allowed their dog to poop at the end of our driveway, my Mom was so mad. She's on the look out now, hehehe my Mom the PI. She will not hesitate to bring them a bag and tell them to pick it up, she has done it before. Mom doesn't allow me to do my business on someone elses property, the back field is where I do that. People, kids and dogs should be able to enjoy a walk without looking for poop piles. Whew, I'm good now.

My Dad and I were going to take a drive into town so Mom gave us a list of things to pick up, one thing was my food. My Dad is only home one night a week, so Mom should have know that Dad picking up the right food or going to the right store wasn't going to happen. Mom learned her lesson, Dad will never go shopping again, especially for me.
He walks in the house carrying this HUGE bag of dogfood. This was the conversation:
MOM... "What is that?'
DAD..."Deogie's food."
MOM..."Aaahhh no it's not. His food is Wellness."
DAD..."But this was way cheaper it was only 28.00 bucks." (looking very proud about his savings.
MOM..."Take it back. Deogie is not eating that."
DAD..."Sweetie, he's a dog."
Well...MOM gives the look, we all know the...you have pushed it way too far look.
DAD picks up the dog food, jumps in his truck and brings home the proper food.
MOM kisses him and tells him thank you.

Parents eh!!!! Have a good one all.

WOOHOO!!!!! I made it 3 hours without destroying anything. As tempting as that basket was, I resisted.
Mom was and still is very proud of me. Lots of kisses and belly rubs. She is bragging to all her friends and family, and I am bragging to all of you.
The vet wanted to put me on medication but Mom decided to try and use some training techiques and they have worked. It has taken a few months but I am feeling much better about being alone.
Bark at you all soon.

Today I'm going to home all by myself for about 3 hours. Can you believe that...ALONE for that many hours. What is this world coming to?
As some of you know I suffer from separation anxiety and Mom has being teaching me being without her is okay. I have destructive behaviour, I know remotes and cordless phones should not be destroyed but it feels sssooo good at the time. Over the months, my time alone has went from zero minutes to about 2 hours.
But 3 hours, that is torture, that is a really really long time. Geez, what am I going to do? My cat sister (Miss Meany) completely ignores me so playing with her is out of the question. I can't destroy the remote because Animal Cops in on tonight. The phone, Mom got smart and always puts that away. Shoes, well they just bore me now, so last year. Let me just see, what looks interesting??? Oh wait a minute I might have found something. Oh yeah, that is defiately a possibility. There's a basket on the coffee table, might be fun to vent on...hhhmm magazines, books, some toys...oh man just walk away. So tempting, but I will try really hard to be a big boy and make my Mom proud.
I'll update you later and let you know how I made out.
Have a good one all.

I have to tell you I was quite surprised to have my video as one of the TOP RATED...Best Dog Ever. Thanks to all who have rated my video and if you haven't rated....what are you waiting for??? BOL.

Today I went to daycare for a full day. My Mom took my furless sister to the airport, she is heading to Cuba. Mom is freaking out a bit but don't worry, I'm here to keep her busy. So needless to say I am tired. Today wasn't even my scheduled day, so I was quite surprised when we pulled up. I was like...what the heck???
Oh yeah and my dogter checked my wound on my neck and he said it was healing great.

All my best and bark at you soon.

I have to tell you Mom thinks she is being sneaky with giving me my antibiotics, but between you and me I'm on to her. Sometimes you just need to let your humans think they are out-smarting you, little do they know....hehehehe. She bought me some canned food and shes rolling them into little meatballs and putting my pill inside. I'll just keep taking my pills because I know Mom would be very upset if I got sick.

Today I went to daycare and guess what??? My girlfriend was there. Her name is Emma. She is a Great Pyrenees just like me and she is beautiful. I love her very much. She doesn''t go very often so the daycare workers always let Mom know when she is coming in, and of course I'm there. Good day..yeap yeap.. good day.

Mom tells me I'm going to the groomers next week. No fun!!! I have to stand there and do nothing, very boring. The people are nice and treat be well but I can think of much better things to do with my time than getting my hair done. But I have to admit though, I do look amazing. Mom brushes me everyday, but I am shedding like crazy and need a really good raking. I kind of like the trail of dog hair I leave where ever I sit or lay down..makes it know Deogie has been here and here and oh yeah over there as well.

Well I guess I should go find someplace to lay my head, it's my bedtime.

Have a good one all and bark at you soon.

Well I had a day I can tell you. I woke and my day started like normal. Mom got up so I left her bedroom and went outside to sleep for a few more hours. I knew she was okay so I could leave her for a bit. Mom called me in for my breakfast, I ate and everything was still good, still normal. I went back outside, did my business (I'm very regular) everything still good. A couple hours later we jumped into the vehicle and headed to daycare...ssssooo excited. this is where my day became not so normal.
I was playing have a great time and my daycare worker noticed I was bleeding a little bit on my neck...OMD blood, what the heck? She took me directly to the dogter (love him) he cleaned it up and said it looked like a older wound that maybe the scab was torn off when I was playing with Rider. They put me on antibotics and you should see the size of these things. I think they are meant for a horse, I think Mom should double check on this prescription, they are HUGE. Mom will have to get creative to get me to take those...BOL.
My Mom came and picked me up and I was quite surprised at how well she took the news. My Mom is a bit, well lets be honest she is A LOT protective of me and worries about me like crazy. Everyone was trying to figure out how I got this small wound on my neck. The dogter thinks maybe I scratched it myself because I was just getting over an ear infection. Mom noticed me fussing over my ear so of course in I went. I have ssssooo much hair around my neck that the doctor had a hard time finding it today, I was thinking "geez buddy hurry up, it took him forever." Mom was telling them she never noticed any blood in the past days. My goodness if Mom would have noticed blood on me herself she would have freaked out. So the mystery remains. They have no idea how or when I was hurt and I'm not telling them anything..hehehe.

I see from my last diary entry it has been a very long time since I have been on. My furless sister was in a car accident and Mom was busy, worried and taking care of her so she had no time. All is great now, 100%. Mom and Dad are senting her to Cuba next week for some R&R with her graduating class. She's off to college in the fall so a little gift to show her how proud they are of her.
We are happy to be back and missed you all. Hopefully catch up with all my buds and see what's new. Bark at you all soon.

Things that I, the Dog, Must Remember

The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m lying under the coffee table.

I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under the bed.

I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.

I will not eat the cats’ food, before they eat it or after they throw it up.

I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to get sick.

I will not throw up in the car.

I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

“Kitty box crunchies,” although they are tasty, are not food.

I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the backyard after processing.

The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.

I will not chew my human’s toothbrush and not tell them.

I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.

When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it’s raining outside.

We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.

I will not steal my Mom’s underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.

The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom & Dad’s laps.

My head does not belong in the refrigerator.

I will not bite the officer’s hand when he reaches in for dad’s driver’s license and car registration.

I will not play tug-of-war with dad’s underwear when he’s on the toilet.

I will not eat mint flavored dental floss out of the bathroom garbage—this will avoid having a string hanging out of my butt.

I will not use “roll around in the dirt” as an option after just getting a bath.

Sticking my nose into someone’s crotch is not an acceptable way of saying hello.

I will not hump on any person’s leg just because I thought it was the right thing to do.

I will not pass gas in my owners face while sleeping on the pillow next to their head.

I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the carpet.

The toilet bowl is not a never-ending water supply and, just because the water is blue, it doesn’t mean it is cleaner.

I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over.

Suddenly turning around and smelling my butt can quickly clear a room.

The cat is not a squeaky toy so, when I play with him and he makes that noise, it’s usually not a good thing.


From: Al Lowe's Humor Site

Mom took me to get my picture taken with Santa and I WAS quite excited. She forgot to inform me that Santa was a very strange looking fellow. I wanted nothing to do with this, no way was I getting near this odd looking man. They tried to coax me with treats and it worked at a distance, but in no way was I allowing him to sit near me or anyway get into my personal space. Mom just told them to take whatever picture, she wasn't going to force me. So my picture just shows Santa giving me a treat, you can't even see my face, but it's still cute.
Today my Mom's daughter got a minature dachshund, so I guess I have a new nephew. He doesn't have a name yet, Mom suggested Oscar Mayer BOL because he's a weiner dog but they didn't like that name. He will be coming for a visit tonight, so we can meet. Mom says he's really cute, but I'll have to see for myself.
Well, nap time. Bark at you all soon.

WOOHOO!!!!

19 days, 4 hours, 58 minutes and 13 seconds left till Santa comes. SSSSSOOOOO EXCITED!!!!

Today, Mom and I went Christmas shopping for my daycare/vet's office. We ordered really cute specialty dog treats for all the pawsome pups that come through the door. There's snowflakes, snowmen, santa's, candy canes, trees, stockings, mittens and hats. She bought enough for about 100 dogs and she almost fell over when they told her the price BOL. We bought really cute platters and we will serve them as soon as they come in.

Tomorrow I am going to get my pictures taken with Santa, I'll be sure to post them for you all. I'm all brushed and smelling good. Need to look my best just in case there's some hotties waiting in line, wink wink.

Well, got to go. Bark at ya's later.

I have been tagged

Today I have been tagged but there was no directions on the seven things I need to list, so I will make it my Christmas Wish List.

Dear Santa,

1) I would like all pets to have yummy food and full bellies always.

2) I would like all pets to know a gentle hand, and a loving voice.

3) I would like all pets to be spayed or neutered.

4) I would like all pets to have a forever home.

5) I would like all pets to get the training they need, to make them polite, social and well-behaved.

6) I would like all pets to have warmth and never be lonely.

7) I would like all pets to have good health and vet care when they are not feeling very good.

I know I'm supposed to tag 7 pets and I will do that, but this one goes out to my girl Patina. If your reading this sweet thing, you will know that I'm giggling now. BOL. Looking forward to reading your diary. Bark at you soon.

I have to tell you my Mom thinks she is on Dogster WAY too much. When she's talking to her human friends on msn, instead of LOL she has been known to put BOL. She as also typed in stuff like " that's pawsome", "pawlease" or "fur-ever." Her friends are like "what???" but now they are getting used to it, they know my Mom is a nut. BOL.
It's freezing rain here and we are supposed to get lots of snow tomorrow, love the snow.
We are putting our christmas tree up tomorrow. Last year when I was just a wee pup I sort of wrecked some of the balls, so we no longer have glass ornaments on the tree. Here is my story...
We had the tree up for a couple weeks, my Mom only decorated the top half of the tree (puppy proved, so she thought.) Well as you all probably know I suffer from separation anxiety and my way of dealing with this is destroying something, anything I can rip apart. Books, magazines, remotes, shoes, baskets...HAHA they don't stand a chance. My Mom was going to pic her grandson up, she did a quick tour of the house, yeap everything is picked up and put away. She never even thought of the tree because like I said it was up for a couple weeks and I paid no attention to it. Generally I would go with her but with the carseat in the back I don't fit, so she left thinking I'd be okay for the half hour she'd be gone. Well surprise Mom, this should teach you NEVER, EVER leave me alone not for even a minute. There was nothing else around so I decided to give the tree a good butt kicking. She comes in the door carrying her 9 month old grandson and I'm waiting at the door blood coming from my mouth, she notices the tree is laying on the livingroon floor and there is also blood on the carpet. She immediately looks in my mouth and she see's a bunch of colored glass. I'm rushed into the kitchen, lifted up on the counter and she grabs the kitchen nozzle and rinses the glass bits out of my mouth, I DID NOT like this one little bit. She phones my dogter and off I go. I have to tell you no wonder I couldn't go in the first place, with the carseat back there it was pretty crowded. FYI my Mom drove a VW BUG at the time. They did x-rays and I didn't ingest any, I'm not THAT stupid. BOL. I had some cuts in my mouth but I was okay. We came home Mom cried because she felt so guilty, she cleaned up the mess, packed up all the glass ornaments and threw them away. So lesson learned and for all you new fur parents get rid of ALL the glass ornaments you just never know when that tree will come down.
Anyway that is my story. Well, I am off to bed. Bark at you later.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

I have to tell you meeting Cooper the other Pyr this weekend was so much fun. It was awesome hearing about Cooper's job on the farm protecting the sheep. He is a really cool dog, but I was right, I am better looking BOL.

My Mom bought me some Christmas gifts this weekend. I tried to snoop but she caught me. I certainly hope she doesn't dress me in some silly santa suit this year, so embarrassing!!!!! Knowing her though, she will. I'll pose for a few pictures but that's it, so she better make it quick. Aaaaahhhh the things we don't do for our parents.

I am off to bed. Bark at you all soon.

A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my loved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Please do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon by waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal,no longer used to bitter elements.

I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

Though if you had no home, I would rather follow through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my idol, and I am your devoted worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you if were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

Feed me clean food, that I may be well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you, Please,rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

~Unknown~

Guess what

This weekend my Mom and Dad are taking me to their friends farm so I can meet another Great Pyrenees. He is a working dog who stays in the fields with sheep. Can you believe it, I'm so excited. Mom says I'll appreciate my comfy couch more after our visit, whatever that means. The farmer says the other Pyr is very friendly when not in the fields, so he is going to have him up at the house. HHHHMMM I wonder if he's as good looking as me....who am I kidding....of course he isn't BOL. Well have a great one all and bark at you soon.

My Mom's most favourite time of the year is coming.

Christmas, that's right people Santa will soon be coming. WOOHOO!!!
My Mom has been doing something for years that has always brought smiles to a lot of people and saved the lives of animals. Our local humane society like many others have tons of pets who need forever homes, and before they leave the shelter they need to be fixed (thank goodness). Instead of giving presents to her friends, she donates the money to have a animal fixed in their name. Once this animal is fixed the shelter will never put this animal down and will keep him/her until someone adopts them. In doing this about 8 pets are saved and they just wait for that special family to come along. My Mom gives her friends a picture, a bio and she writes them a thank you note from the pet they helped. Everyone cries, my Mom is the worst. She says Christmas is about celebrating love and life, and giving to others. Store bought gifts wrapped in pretty paper are great but it can never compare to the gift of knowing you gave an animal a second chance at life.

My Mom is getting all sappy already just talking about it so we will say good-bye for now.

Tagged

Today I was tagged by a beautiful girl named Holly. I need to list 7 of my favourite things, so here it goes....

1) Food...love, love, love it

2) Relaxing and chillin out

3) Meeting new pups during our walks or running free in our back field.

4) Snow

5) Massages...lucky me, nightly routine

6) Car rides

7) Mud...if it's around I WILL find it.

My super pup pals who are going to continue the game are:

Fefe
Kingsley
Kuddles
Ola
Chevy
Yosho
Rock

Author Unknown

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim on it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest ex! tent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, bark, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years; canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur" niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Dogs and cats are better than kids...they eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for college!

You know your a dog person when

You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.

Pigs Ears are on your shopping list every week.

You send Valentine's day cards from your dog to his favourite doggy friend ( I know someone who does this)

You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.

The waste basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.

You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside.

Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.

You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy.

Your dog sleeps with you. You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but he understands.

You have little songs that you sing to your dog, and he always wags when you sing, even though you can't carry a tune.

Your dog eats cat poop, but you still let him kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).

You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.

You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.

You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid.

You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog.

You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable.

You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go to the movies with your boy/girlfriend

You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.

You open your purse, and that big bunch of plastic bags you use for pick-ups pops out.

You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.

You meet someone when out walking your dogs and you introduce your dogs first.

You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day.

Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the Chemist

Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy some wood and build him a small staircase so he can climb onto the bed by himself.

You don't think twice about trading licks of an ice cream cone with your dog.

You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your dog.

All of your charitable donations go to dog-related and humane society groups.

You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).

You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.

You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.

You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.

You are the only idiot out walking in the pouring rain, but your dog needs his walk.

You don't go out for drinks with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your dog.

Your parents refer to your pet as their granddog, remember his birthday, and send him greeting cards and gifts.

Your friend's dog acts as Best Dog at your wedding.

Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike (both days).

You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, his other dish is way down on the first floor...).

Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.

You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your dog gets a taste, too).

You shovel a zig-zag path in the garden snow so your dog can reach all his favourite spots.

You avoid vacuming the house as long as possible because your dog is afraid of the vacum cleaner.

You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.

You carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.

And the number one reason you know you're a dog person: is your on this web site reading doggie humour!

STAN RAWLINSON

Please take the time to train your pup.

Do I Go Back Home Today?

When my family first bought me to live within their home. They cuddled and they pampered me and groomed with brush and comb.

They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys. I sure do love my family, and all the tiny girls and boys.

The children loved to feed me; and give me special treats. They even let me sleep with them - all cosy in their sheets

I used to go for lovely walks, often several times a day. They even fought to hold my lead, I'm so very proud to say!

These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory. for now I'm in a shelter, bereft of family.

They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe. But I didn't know the difference between the old one and the new

The kids and I would grab a rag, and for hours we played tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed that bedroom rug.

They said that I had lost control and would have to live outside. I didn't really understand this, though I really really tried!

The walks they stopped one by one; they said they had no time. I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely shackled to a metal chain. I barked and barked continually I thought I'd go insane.

So they took me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why. So they said I'd caused an allergy, then said their last goodbye.

If only I'd had training, as a tiny little pup. I wouldn't have been so hard to live with, when I was all grown up.

You only have one day left", I heard the kennel man say. Does that mean I have a second chance? "Do I go back home today"?

Tagged

Today my pawsome buddy Byron tagged me today. I know I'm supposed to tell you 7 things about myself but I have already told you a lot about me already. So I'm going to give you 7 of my favourites quotes.

1) If you can't decide between a Shepherd, a Setter or a poodle, get them all....adopt a mutt.

2) Dogs love company. They place it first in their short list of needs.

3) A person who has never owned a dog has missed a wonderful part of life.

4) His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.

5) A dog is for life, not just for Christmas.

6) The average dog has one request to all humankind. LOVE ME.

7) You really have to be some creep for a dog to reject you.

Now I'm off to tag 7 of my friends and let them know game is still on.
Bark at you all soon. I'm howling out at:

Champ
Daisy
Pepper
Samson
Bear
Gracie
Cooper

Thanksgiving tag

7 thinks I am thankful for:

1) I'm thankful Patina keeps me on track. BOL. Love you.

2) I'm thankful for being safe and sound everyday.

3) I'm thankful for being well fed.

4) I'm thankful for all the fur pups who find forever homes.

5) I'm thankful for my belly rubs and my cuddle time.

6) I'm thankful for my parents for taking the time to encourage me to always be my best and still loving me when I make mistakes.

7) I'm thankful all my friends, pups and people are healthy and happy.

Now I'm off to tag 7 pals and they will say what they are thankful for. My thanksgiving was in Oct. but I wish each and everyone of you a great turkey day.

My 7 pals are:

Diogie (awesome name)
Chipper
Pixie
Buddy
Milo
Peanut
Bailey

My sweet Pom Pal Patina tagged me tonight. Let me see.... I'm running out of things to say about myself.

7 facts about me:

1) Great Pyrenees is also known as Pyrenean Mountain Dog. Their success in fighting wolves and bears earned them the name Pyrenean Wolf Dog and Pyrenean Bearhound as well.

2) We were used to guard flocks of sheep and goats in the Pyrenees Mountains.

3) They were given the nickname "mat dog" because when not guarding the nerd they could be found laying outside their owners door.

4) When not guarding herds they were used to pull carts and sleds.

5) By the late 17th century, every French noble wanted one.

6) In World War 2 they were used for pack service and for running contraband goods over the Franco-Spanish Border.

7) They are bred to be independent thinkers. They need a confident owner to take charge and control them.



A little history about my breed. Your probably all bored about hearing about me...who I'm I kidding of course your not. BOL.

I will tag 7 of my buddies and the game continues. Tell everyone 7 things about you. Your loves, your hates, anything you'd like us to know about your personality, your life. Then tag 7 of your friends, pmail them and let them know they are now part of our game. Have a great one all.

My 7 pup pals are:

Uncle Louie
Pumpkin
Elsa
Gabby
Sparky
Jeannie
Ginger

Hello all

Today I was tagged by 2 of my buddies. One was Nibbles and the other was Remington. Both super adorable. So let's play.

7 things about me, hhhhmmmm let me see

1) My birthday is July 4 and I'll be turning 2.

2) Today I went to daycare and played all day, so tired.

3) I love bully sticks.

4) Mom brushed my bum today....HATED IT!!!!

5) Hate being ignored. I'll bark, I'll paw....pay attention to me.

6) Going to get my Christmas pics done, I'll post them shortly.

7) Got a new pair of doggles. I have to admit, I look pretty hot.

Now I'm going to tag 7 super cool pups. They will continue the game. Tell us 7 things about you, then tag 7 friends, pmail them and let them know to read your diary and have fun.

My pup pals are:

Heidi
Lucy
Joshua
Ellie
Kendra
Willow
Anna

Today I was tagged

My totally pawsome buddy Doobie tagged me today. The game continues. 7 things about myself are

1) I love going to daycare and playing with my pup pals

2) I am 120 pounds

3) I always sleep in front of my fan at night, love the cool air.

4) Everywhere Mom goes I go.

5) I love clean laundry and will rub all over it if given the chance.

6) I love massages.

7) I love the top of my tongue rubbed.

Now I am going to tag some of my buddies:

Kobi
Stormy
Angus
Finnigan
Rudy
Jager
Donn ie

I was tagged.

Today I was tagged by my pawsome pal Bailey...love you sweet thing.

I have to list 7 things about myself

1) I love to be snuggled, more hugs and kisses the better

2) I always try to play with my fur sister but I think she hates me, but I think she hates everyone.

3) I am afraid of frogs, bees and pretty much anything that looks, smells or sounds weird.

4) I love car rides to Tim Horton's, I always get a timbit.

5) I love my family but my Mom is my fav. I follow her everywhere.

6) I hate apples, I know weird eh.

7) I love my life.

Now I have to tag 7 of my friends...the choice is so difficult because your all great. My pals I choose need to tag 7 of their friends and the game continues. Write in your diary and don't forget to pmail your pals and let them know they have been tagged.

My pals are....

Belle
Woof Man
Jaxon
Tootsie Roll
Fawn
Simon
Bailey

Bark at you all soon.

Well it's been awhile since I posted a dairy entry, lets see if I can remember what as happened to me lately.
It rained all weekend, Mom hates the rain but I love it. She made the big mistake of taking me to the back fields, the crops are gone so now I have miles to play and that means more mud to explore and trust me I explored. I was a terrible mess once again but it was fun.
My Mom and Dad got a new digital recorder, you know the one where you can pause and rewind live programs for our tv downstairs, they were very excited. Well they set it up, turned it on and my cat sister, Miss Meany decided to climb on top of it, I guess cause it was warm....this is where I think it gets funny, my parents not so much. She has a sensitive tummy and she just ate, vomits all over the recorder....it sizzled out in seconds. It hasn't come on since. I knew she was nothing but trouble. BOL.
I went to the vet and got my yearly checkup. I don't know about you but I hated those scales, wouldn't go within 10 feet of that thing. A couple months ago they wanted to weigh me and I struggled, Mom said I wasn't to be forced and told them to stop. Mom took me there everyday and encouraged me to get on the scales. Everyday I went she would get me a little closer, then one day she sat on the scales and called me on, we sat and cuddled for a few minutes, I got some great treats and now I am no longer afraid. I get weighed weekly now....I am 117 pds.
Oh yeah, I seen a huge bullfrog at the bottom of my backstairs outside. I was like..."what the heck is that" I wasn't go near it, Mom had to get it out of my yard. I am fairly timid of new things, but that thing was just plain ugly. People say my Mom turned me into a big baby, but that's okay.
Well I'm off to bed, keep you all posted if anything new comes up. Take care

Today I have to say was the first day my Mom has been really ticked with me. She picked me up from daycare and I was feeling stubborn. She took me out to our jeep, lifted the hatch and wanted me in. Nope didn't feel like it. Take into consideration, it was pouring rain. I sat and looked away. "Deogie sweety, get in" nope still didn't feel like it. "Deogie GET IN!!!!", aaaahhhh nope. "DEOGIE GET IN THE FREAKIN JEEP!!!!!!", well if your going to be that way, nope. Then you should have seen it...hahahahahaha BOL still makes me snicker. I guess her patience ran out, she was getting fairly wet. My Mom weighs 95 pounds and I weigh 115. She picked up my front half and put it into the jeep, of course I went limp then she picked up my behind and put me in the jeep, pushed me in, slammed the door. I never knew my Mom was so strong. She ignored me all the way home, but we are fine now. Hehehehehe, I admit I can be stubborn.

I am sssssooooo tired today. Mom took me to daycare today and some of my best buds were there. I have went there since I was 10 wks so I have grow up with many of these knuckle heads. There is this really cute german shepard there, I have had my eye on her for quite sometime. I think she likes me too cause she played with me all day. I just had my dinner, my tummy is full and now its time for a little nap. Bye all.

Today was pawsome

I had such a great day today. It has been raining all day and you know what that means. Yes....MMMUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!! Love it. Mom took me to the back fields behind my house, huge mistake on her part but I thought it was fanastic. I think tomorrow its supposed to be raining again...HOORAY!

Today is NOT a good day. I woke up this morning with a tummy ache. No fun...no fun at all. I was supposed to go to my sisters rugby practice but Mom doesn't think it's a good idea. I'm their mascot, I should be there, but nnnnnooooo. My Mom is worried about the mess I'll leave on the field...hehehehehe. My supper is going to be very gross!!! Rice and boiled chicken..yuck, yuck, yuck! I need beef, I need flavour, I need something with a little more substance than that. Geez, I hope I feel better tomorrow cause my today really really sucks. I'm going for a nap...bark at ya's soon.

Fall is here....

I would have to say FINALLY!!! Not much for that summer season. Mom kept the central air cranked but I luv being outside. At night now I can sleep in the back porch. I stay out there until about 4 am, then I wake my Mom to come and get me. She has gotten pretty good at remembering to lock the door since our last incident...BOL. Today we went for a nice walk in the fields behind our house. I was so tired when we got back. Mom had to pick burrs out of my hair while we cuddled on the floor. I also went to my sisters rugby game today, they won...HOORAY! I think I'm going to daycare tomorrow. I go for a half day, three days a week. That is when my Mom does her grocery shopping and appointments. She says it keeps me out of trouble. I am never left alone for a long period of time. My Mom and I do everything together. She has even switched to shopping at Home Depot cause I can go shopping with her. The people that work there always give me lots of treats. Well I have to go for now, I will bark at you all later.

I have a story to tell you

Last night my Mom went to bed and forgot to lock the patio door. If you have seen my video you know I am quite capable of opening doors but I haven't yet learned the skill to close it, and I guess this is why I have this story to tell you. Like I was saying mom forgot to lock the door, she was sleeping and I decided to go outside and do my business. I figured no sense waking her, kind of nice of me eh? When I came back into the house I layed beside my moms bed and waited for her to wake up. Here is where my story starts to get a little freaky. I heard a noise, one of those noises where you just know something is not right. I got up, went to the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs, tuning in on this strange noise coming from the kitchen. Next thing you know, my cat sister jumps off my Moms bed, blots down the stairs and into the kitchen. My curiousty is now perked a little more because the cat normally doesn't move that quickly for anything. I knew I should go check things out but I have to honest I was a little nervous about what I'd be facing. I heard this loud bang, the cat went running around like crazy, this strange thing in my house started screeching and then I seen it. It was huge and scary, my instincts kicked in and I ran. Ran right to my mom's bed, I knew she'd keep me safe. She was awake by this time from all the noise. She knew I was scared, she told me to stay (like I was going anywhere) and everything would be okay. I could hear the cat running and this ferocious creature screeching, things were being knocked over. My mom left me and went to the kitchen. I heard my mom say a few bad words, some more crashing around, the patio door close and then all was quiet. My mom came into her room, sat on the bed and gave me a hug. I am a very nervous dog and she always makes me feel better. She looked at me and said, "Deogie honey you need to shut the door. Big, scary squirrels belong outside." I certainly hope she never forgets to lock that patio door again.

I have to say I was very surprised to see me, my video picked for top-rated video yesterday. Thank you sssooo much, such a honor.

Congrats Presley

So what did you think of the show last night? Awesome Presley won. Everyone was great but Presley was my favourite. Hopefully, they will have another show.
My day was great. Mom and I went for a nice long walk along the bay, met some new people and a few puppy friends. One dog was not so friendly, so mom kept him away from me. We were walking towards them and he started yeling at me for no reason and I was thinking, "what the heck is his problem" but mom moved me a good distance away.
After our walk Mom took me to the pet store to buy me a new toy. My mom got upset with these people when we were talking to my trainer. These people had a 3 year old with them and they allowed him to come running for me. My mom gave me to the trainer and stopped the child. She told the little boy to never run towards a strange dog, and then she told his parents the proper way they should teach him to approach a dog. Mom insists on people asking before they pet me, especially when it comes to kids. I love kids and Mom knows this but says some dogs aren't as nice as me.
Well bark at you all later. Oh yeah, love all my new pet pals.

Today my mom picked me up from daycare and I had to wait for her to finish talking to the vet. I was minding my own business, doing my own thing. Sniffing the floor, flirting with this really cute lab and giving the assistants that adorable look of mine that gets me more treats (Hehe it works every time too). Anyway, like I say I wasn't really paying much attention until I heard the words I dread the most. Rabie shot!!!! Apparantly, I am due beginning of October and I'm not liking this whats so ever. It hurts and you can't tell me any different. Nope nope you can't. Maybe mom will forget, you think? No eh, I didn't think so either. Well I have to tell you that really put a damper on my day but I'll play it cool. I'll keep you posted pals and have a good one.

My brother and sisters are going back to school tomorrow, summer is over. My mom is thrilled but me not so much. I'm going to miss them. It also means I have to get up at 6am, geez that's early, I think it's still dark out. The kids aren't so thrilled either, they have been complaining all week. My mom on the other hand has been dancing around and in the best mood ever. I think my mom and I will have a great time though, she tends to spoil me more when it's just us...BOL! Have a great day all...I have to go watch that roast that is cooking. Bye for now.

Okay, I know it has been a few days since I have added a entry and now I have to try and remember everything that I've done. Hhhhmmm let me see, I have some new friends on here and that is awesome!!!! I had my first piece of corn on the cob today, it was sssooo yummy. At first I had NO IDEA now to eat it but I figured it out quickly. I don't normally get people food (sometimes when I act really really cute I get some steak) but I think they enjoyed laughing at me. Let me see what else. Oh yeah, did I tell you I passed my puppy training class. Thankfully, that is over because I really didn't think it was much fun. The treats were good but that was it. Sit, stay, heel, come...blah blah blah so BORING!!!! Most of the time I let my mom think she got her moneys worth but sometimes I still act up once in awhile. BOL. My mom will be posting some new pictures of me soon and I do look very handsome, yeap I do yeap yeap. Well I can't think of anything else right now but bark at you soon.

Today I went to the groomers. HATED IT!!!!!!! SO BORING!!!!!! It seemed to take forever but I have to be honest, I do look very very stunning. I always look hot but today I look extra extra hot. I smell good, all my old hair is gone and I'm smooth and sleek. I'll stay clean today, but who knows what I'll get into tomorrow. By the way ladies...I AM single, so drop me a line. wink wink ;-)

Today I went to daycare for some puppy play. My mom sends me there for half days on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She uses those days for shopping, appointments and whatever else she needs to do when I'm not around. I go at 11:30 and she picks me up at 5. I always love to see her because I'm really tired by that time. I have been going there since I was 10 wks so I have grown up with many of the other dogs there, we have ssssooo much fun. The lady that watches us is really nice, she plays ball with us, cuddles and makes sure no one gets out of hand. The building where I go and play is right next door to my doctors so he is close by in case anyone gets hurt. This one guy got stitches the other day, he tried to climb on top of this girl (mom told me they were wrestling but I don't think so) and she turned around and bit his head. I didn't like the blood but he was okay in the end. I hurt my leg one day and had to go and see the doctor, he gave me lots of treats and said I was a good boy. I was okay just had to rest for a few days. It's my walk time. Bark at you soon.

Today my mom and dad felt so bad for leaving me last night, (guilt is an amazing thing) that they took me to Dairy Queen and bought me a vanilla ice cream cone. LOVED IT! Then we went down to the shore, we walked, played and met a few new puppy friends. Mom has been loving me up all day and I can't get enough. My mom is only 100 pds and my weight is 120, but I still love to curl up on her lap when we're watching tv. She says I crush her and I'm too big to be a lap dog but personally I don't think so and she wouldn't have it any other way. Oh yeah I almost forgot to tell you..last night we had this huge thunder storm. It was really, really loud and I tried to be brave, tried to be tough but in the end I needed my mom. She moved over in the bed and she pet my head until the storm went away. Well, I have to go bed time. Bark at you later.

No fun for me

My Mom and Dad are going to a party tonight and apparently I am not allowed to go. Can you believe it, me not being able to go. I hate to brag but I think my social skills are quite amazing. My grandma is coming over to babysit me which is great because I hate being left alone. I'll be good, I promise...well I shouldn't promise because my mind tends to wonder at times. Let's just say I'll try to be good and see what happens. Talk later and have a good one.

Mind games for dogs to play with humans

After your humans have given you a bath, don't let them towel dry you! Instead, run to their bed, jump up and dry yourself off on the sheets. This is especially good if it's right before the humans bedtime.
Act like a convicted criminal. When your humans come home, put your ears back, with tail between your legs and chin down, and act as if you have done something really bad. Then, watch as the humans frantically search the house for the damage they think you have caused. Note: This works best when you have done absolutely nothing wrong.
Let the humans teach you a brand new trick. Learn it perfectly. Then the humans try and demonstrate it to someone else, stare blankly at the humans. Pretend you have no idea what they are talking about.
Help your humans learn patience. When you go outside to pee, sniff around the entire yard as your humans wait. Act as if the spot you choose to pee will ultimately decide the fate of the earth.
Draw attention to your human. When out for a walk always pick the busiest place, most visible spot to go poo. Take your time and make sure everyone watches. This works particularly well if your humans have forgotten to bring a plastic bag.
When out for a walk , alternate between choking and coughing every time a strange human walks by.
Make your own rules. Don't always bring the stick back when playing fetch with your humans. Make them go and chase it every once in awhile.
Hide from your humans. When your humans come home, don't greet them at the door. Instead, hide from them, and make them think something terrible has happened to you. (Don't reappear until one of your humans is panic-stricken and close to tears.)
When your human calls you to come back in, always take your time. Walk as slowly as possible back to the door.
Wake up twenty minutes before the alarm clock is set to go off and make your humans take you out for your morning pee. As soon as you get back inside, fall asleep. (Humans can rarely fall back asleep after going outside, this will drive them nuts!)
--Author Unknown

Today my mom dicided to let my friend Keno come over and have a playday. I was ssssoooo excited. Keno is a lab cross (my mom calls him a mutt) and I think he is the coolest. We played in the backyard, swam in my doggie pool, and we had a picnic under my favourite tree. Mom wasn't very happy when we started running through her flowerbeds, geez mom relax. I noticed the flowers are a little bend and broken but I think they'll be okay, I don't think she knows, but secret...I pee on them all the time hehehehe. Well, its my nap time...talk soon.

A year has past us by

Well I have lived with my puppy parents for a year now and it has been amazing. I have to tell you I have spend many hours training my new parents but it has been worth the time. Patience, that's what its all about. I have taught them to fetch...they throw the ball, I sit there and then you should see them go, they run after it and bring it right back to me. I have taught them to stay off the furniture, I lay on the couch or the bed and refuse to give in, stay firm my furry friends. I have taught them to pick up all my toys, walk me when my schedule allows and brush me only after I have had my morning nap. You as well can have well trained puppy parents, it just takes time, love and patience. I have to go for now, I think I need a belly rub.