December 9th 2009 11:21 pm
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Two nights ago, daddy brought in the tree that we cut down way back ...then. It had been sitting in a bucket of water outside, and now it's sitting in a bowl of water inside. Today daddy stayed home from work and we all decorated it! Daddy goes furst. He puts the lights on, and I help. Only this time, when he checked to see if they would light up, the furst string did but the next two didn't. BOL!! Daddy had to put on his coat and get in the car and go to the light store! When he came back mommy said he didn't buy enough, and she was right, so he had to put his coat on again and go BACK to the light store! ROFBOL!!!! Silly daddy!!
Meanwhile mommy was in the kitchen making pawsome smells. Things to eat and things to drink, but not fur doggies. :-(
After daddy and I finished with the lights they ate, and then mommy opened the ornament box. Oh, what wonderfurl stuff is in there!!! All kinds of little toys! They're fur sniffing, not playing or chewing, though. Most of the things smelled vaguely familiar, and some were new. There are some with my name on! Mommy would ask me where to hang things, and sometimes I would show her but mostly I let her decide. Daddy doesn't ask anyone, BOL!!
When it was all done it was getting dark outside, so it looked real pretty with all the lights shining. Mommy lit her little fires all over and daddy put fa-la-la-la-laaa music on and we snuggled down on the couch and this was a furry furry nice day!
And then mommy realized she didn't take a single picture. MOMMY!!!
December 4th 2009 6:33 pm
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Okay, I know I said I could get used to being carried up and down stairs like a prince and all. Well, that was THEN. I'm SO over it. If anyone reaches down to pick me up now, I'm history. Not interested. Here's my tail.
If they think I'm putting up with this for another week and a half, they can just think again. I feel fine, thank you furry much, and if I want to climb stairs I will climb them or not go up at all.
Today I spent the whole day at the Wag, but did I get into a play group? Oh, no. Not Hershey. Hershey is on "cage rest," and has to stay in his room and be still. Well, at least I got a personal visit and walk three times, and snuggles and tummy rubs. But don't tell my pawrents that part. I want them to feel guilty for putting me in Solitary.
December 1st 2009 9:55 pm
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Here's what happened. Two nights ago, I went to jump up on the couch as usual but--OW! I couldn't do it. Front paws okay, rear end not so much. Mommy and daddy got That Look, and the next thing you know (well, the next morning) mommy's on the phone to the vet dogter.
So this morning I had an appointment with Michelle, my groomer. But instead of going there, mommy and I went to the vet. Gab gab gab, talk talk talk, and then I got a shot. And another one, and then one that HURT. Then mommy had to walk me around and around the little room fur awhile, and I began to feel, well, sleepy and slow and dizzy all at once. Then the dogter came back and took me and mommy to another room and I had to lie on my side and be furry furry still, and I did NOT like that.
After all that we finally did go to the groomer, but I still felt really funny. I almost fell over a couple of times, BOL, and they were laughing at my droopy eyes! It was really kinda fun!
Now I notice that if I want to go up or down the stairs, or if I want up on the couch or down again, I get picked up and carried. I could get used to this!
(Mommy here: The X-ray showed calcium deposits in Hershey's spine, especially at the base of his tail, which probably caused a pinched nerve. He got a cortisone shot, and a tranquilizer for the X-ray, and as long as we were there we got his rabies shot, too. He has to take Prednisone for two weeks, and no running or jumping or going up and down stairs. It's going to be a challenge! Except for the jumping, he doesn't seem uncomfortable at all. He's his energetic, wiggly little self, and I'll have my hands full keeping him under control!)
November 29th 2009 6:47 pm
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Guess what! Guess what! PD&PC had their Thanksgiving Day parade today. It was way cool, because there were all diffurent kinds of floats and all my furiends were on them. I love parades, but it's even more fun when you can wave at somefur on a float and they wave back at YOU, because they know you!
We also had balloons and hot pretzels and cotton candy. I got into something of a mess with the cotton candy, got my ear stuck to my nose, and while I was working on that I got a sudden itch and got it on my back foot, so I was sticking to the pavement when I walked!
We were all waiting fur the last float to come. You know, the one with Santa. We knew Santa was gonna be the Special Guest at the parade, but nofur knew who it was. Buttercup was giving hints, and it sounded pretty familiar, and then...the float came into view...and there was Santa... and...it...was...
And my elves! Charlie, and Teddy, and Tyler, and Duncan, and Buttercup!
HO! HO! HO!
November 28th 2009 11:11 pm
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Here's what happens the day after Thanksgiving. We all climb in the car early in the morning, and we head in the "other" direction; not where we usually go, but with the ocean on mommy's side. Mommy and daddy are going to something called a crafts fair, and I'm going to a different hotel, not the Wag. Because I only go there once a year, daddy thought we should take all my vet papers, just in case. So we left the house, and daddy had my folder in his hands and also a lot of other paper that he dumped in the recycle bin.
We drove and drove, and finally got to my hotel. They didn't need my papers, but mommy asked daddy to be sure he still had them, and that's when he realized--he never had them. All my vet records were probably in the dumpster back home! So when we all got back, daddy had to go dumpster diving! ROFBOL!!! Mommy was holding my leash in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and daddy had a long reachy kind of tool, and a lot of stuff had been dumped on top of my stuff during the day, but we found the papers. Silly daddy!!
Today we drove up the regular direction, up to where the wine dogs live. But today we were there to go to the Christmas tree farm and cut down our tree. I get to go off leash and help choose. It's a lot of fun, and I think we got a good one. The people there are really nice. They have lots of animals--turkeys and chickens and goats and pigs. I don't see that every day! From there we went to the apple farm where mommy and daddy always get chili and apple pie and hot cider. I have to be leashed there, but I always meet other dogs and their owners, and the smells there are really different from the ones at home in the city. Mommy shopped fur some more crafts and juices and jams and stuff, and then we came home.
I'm exhausted, which is just as well, because mommy has all the tables and a lot of the floor covered with things coming out of the Christmas closet and things being boxed up to go into the closet until after Christmas. She leaves me my spot on the couch, though, BOL!!!
November 25th 2009 9:27 pm
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It's Thanksgiving Eve. I've been around long enough now to know what that means. Today evfurrything is normal. All the furniture is where it belongs. It smells like Home.
But tomorrow it all changes. Tomorrow, I will spend the day at the Wag Hotel. And when I get home, I won't be able to find a place to stretch out and nap. Mommy will open the Christmas closet, and start pulling things out of there. Boxes and boxes of glittery, jingly, dangly stuff! Evfurrything that's sitting on tables and shelves today will go away, and all the stuff from the Christmas closet will go there instead. My favfurite pillows--gone. Replaced by pillows I'm not allowed to drool on. Chairs moved around. And in her office, not a square inch to put a paw without stepping in ribbons and bows and papers and boxes. There will be long hangy things all over the windows and bannisters that I may sniff but not chew. Mommy will spend days and days changing our house into a Christmas house, and even then she won't be satisfied.
Even the music will change. Daddy will open the Christmas music drawer, and from now until Christmas we'll be hearing bells (that make me bark!) and choirs and angel voices, and mommy will sing along all the time.
On the weekends we'll take car trips here and there... Well, I'll try to keep you up to date as events unfold. But for tonight, it's quiet. And evfurrything is in its place. And I can curl up on my blankie on the couch with daddy. And I'm furry furry thankful fur my life and my pawrents and my furever home here. And fur all my Dogster pals!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyfur!
November 22nd 2009 8:32 pm
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I was tagged by my pal Bailey. Here are the rules:
*List 10 different items you're thankful for.
*5 will start with the first letter of your name, and the other 5 will be the first letter of your Mommy's name. (Or typist, daddy, ect.)
*So my first five will be H, my last five will be M's.
*Tag AT LEAST 4 pals
*You can do rosettes, send a pmail, or anything.
*Copy and paste this entry into your diary, only replace my answers with yours
*Everytime you do this, add another name to the list. I'd love to see how far this game gets!
5. Happy pawrents
8. Michelle my groomer
9. Movie night
10. Mozart (to keep me company when I'm home alone!)
Wow that was fun! Now I'm tagging:
November 10th 2009 5:56 pm
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Sometimes, if it wasn't for tags, I'd have no diary entries at all!
I was tagged by my pal Tinkerbelle.
The Question was:
What is your favorite treat?
I'll do ANYTHING for a bit of hot dog!
Now I need to tell 7 things about myself.
1.) I fix breakfast evfurry morning at Billie-Bob's in the P*I*F group.
2.) I also have my own cafe, Hershey's Place, in the Furiends Furever group.
3.) I NEVER get enough to eat. (I might have mentioned that befur. It's a FURRY important fact!)
4.) I like going to the dogter.
5.) I like trying to play tag with other dogs when I'm on leash, but unhook me and I lose interest pretty quick. (What I really like is trying to get mommy tangled in the leashes!)
6.) I don't get people food.
7.) I don't wear clothes, except the fur coat I came with.
I will tag:
October 22nd 2009 10:22 pm
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What's better than having a woofday? Having a woofday on Dogster!! OMD, I heard from so many pals and got so many pressies! I even made new furiends! And we had a furrific pawty in the P*I*F group, eating until we burst (thanks Dino!) and popping balloons! We laughed and laughed!
We had a pawty at Furiends Furever, too. More food (thanks Alexandria, Austin, Doo and Edwina!) and more balloons and pressies, pressies, pressies. I got cards and pawmails and messages in my other groups, too. It all kept mommy busy at the confuser all day, BOL!!
I'd try to list everyfur who made my day so special, but I'm sure I'd leave somefur out and I don't want any feelings hurt. I felt like the King of Dogster all day, and I'll remember it fur a long, long time.
Meanwhile, at my house I was also the King today. Mommy let me off from having a brushing, and we went on a furry furry long walk and she let me stop and sniff whatever I wanted. She gave me Frosty Paws fur lunch--and I NEVER get lunch!
Then when daddy came home from work we all jumped in the car and went to Fort Funston, where I can run around off-leash and sniff gazillions of other dogs. I met another cocker spaniel! That doesn't happen furry often. After that, we went to my doggie store and I got to pick out a new toy! It was a hard choice, but I'm really happy with my new squeaky furry froggy!
So, 4 is starting off pretty promising! Even though Zaidie says I don't look a day over 3 1/2, BOL!!!
October 18th 2009 7:23 pm
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I've been tagged by my good pal Jake. Here are the rules of the game:
Tell 7 random facts about yourself. Post these facts and the game rules in your diary. Then tag 5 dogs (don't forget to list their names) who must tell 7 random facts about themselves. Let these dogs know they've been tagged by sending them a Paw-mail or rosette.
Okay, here I go!
1. I will not WILL NOT WILL NOT fetch!
2. I will turn 4 on Thursday.
3. I love to ride in the car!
4. I love loud, roaring noise!
5. I can jump furry high, when I want to.
6. I'm an only fur.
7. I have my furry own fire hydrant right in front of my house.
I have tagged Gracen, Derringer, Tula, Bobbie and Chugs
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