May 23rd 2007 8:17 pm
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I was tagged by my best buddy Zeus, and now I'm it! I get to choose 7 of my pals to tag. Here are the rules I was given for the game: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a p-mail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
Here are 7 facts about me:
1) I am a total Momma's boy until she leaves for work then I cuddle with my Daddy
2) I am one of 14 puppies
3) I trained my Daddy to feed me breakfast in bed
4) I am completely obsessed with my ball
5) I'm originally from Aurora, MO
6) I hate all other dogs except my brothers and of course my dogster pals
7) I weigh 3 lbs less than my labrador brother Zakk. (I'm 114)
I tag:
1.Brodie
2.Julie
3.Ruby
4.John Henry
5. Aly
6.Barney
7.Sadie
Have fun!
March 30th 2007 9:33 pm
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My baby Jakey,
Its taken me so long to write this because I didnt think I would ever find the words to do you justice or explain how much love I feel for you. You and I have a very special bond, like no other. I remember carrying you out of the pet store in my arms like a baby, your head over my shoulder. I can still remember how you smelt today. I wonder if you could feel my heart racing, I was so afraid you were going to be too much for Ozzy and Zakk to deal with, Zakk was just a baby himself, two months older than you. You were a bit traumatized from your life so far, not the fun a puppy should be having at your age, taken away from your Mom and shipped to Lambriar for a few weeks, god knows what they did to you there, then put on a truck to NH. Thank God we found you two days into your stay at Seaworld Pet center. You had a big scar on your face, a mark on your side resembling a burn and you were getting your little heiny kicked by a german shepard in your stall with you. When we asked to see you and they let you out you were tearing around the place. you made us laugh so hard we fell in love with you right then and there. Daddy ran home and activated his emergency credit card and we came back to take you home. It took you so long to realize this was your home, you werent going anywhere else anytime soon. Now you realize how much you are loved, you have us so wrapped and get away with sooo much its not funny. I love how you have claimed me as yours, you tell me when you want me to come to bed, you have to sleep so close to me its like a water tight seal. God forbid your brother lies next to me and steals your spot you howl at the ceiling until mommy either moves to lie with you or Zakk reluctantly moves. You are my protector, my snugglebum, my sweet little face.All the destroyed furniture, the constant playing ball, the having to chase you through the house with a baby wipe has all been so worth it. I'm so glad you came into my life, I never want to let you go.
February 16th 2007 7:12 pm
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So today is my fourth birthday. Mommy made a big deal out of it, I think she's a little sad because I'm 4 already. She came home from work with a huge box of milkbones, party hats and 3 giant strip steaks. 3!!! She said because Ozzy and Zakk's birthdays were right before and right after Christmas and we didnt get to really do too much we had to celebrate all 3 of our birthdays together. What a rip off. Daddy said Mommy was out of her F'n mind because she spent 17 bucks on steaks for us. Hmmf. I see who loves us more. He said she could've gotten us a pack of steaks for 4 dollars. Is he alright? See we need to stick with Mommy, Daddy's love us and all, but they dont know the first thing about spoiling us.
Because its only about 9 degrees here and Mommy is afraid of the gas grill we couldnt get them grilled. but thats okay they were still YUMMY! Now if I can just get her off the computer to throw some ball I'll be all set. HEy wait a minute.... Where's the cake?????
October 20th 2006 11:54 am
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So I was at it again. Once again while my Dad was home with me and Mommy was at work, I was bad. You see Daddy hurt his neck and back and was pretty laid up on all sorts of pain medicine. We dont have an ice pack in our house so Daddy was using a bag of frozen corn. I stayed with him to comfort him since he wasnt feeling well and once he dosed off I waited. I knew he was gonna get sick of that back of food behind his neck and toss it on the table. Which he did...eventually. I scooped that sucker up and ran into the bedroom jumped in the bed and tore that puppy open. Ate the whole bag except for a few kernals.
Daddy woke up from his drug induced slumber and thought " ooh I better put that......" GONE! He knew right where to look too. He called Mommy at work who then called the vet to make sure I'd be okay, they laughed at my antics.
When are they gonna learn???? I am very sneeky. Dont leave ANYTHING in my reach.
August 11th 2006 5:58 pm
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So this is my first diary entry. Not that I haven't wanted to write before but getting Mommy to sit down long enough to dictate to, is nearly impossible since there are 3 of us little pains in the butt. But today Mommy couldn't resist.
I have been known to be pretty skillful in stealing stuff I'm not supposed to have, right in front of their faces, without them even having a clue. Chinese food right off the table, package of hotdogs during a cookout, etc. A few months back, Daddy had just gone food shopping and bought really expensive steak tips for a special dinner he was making for him and my human brother Keith because Mommy was going out. Keith started coughing as they were coming in the door so Daddy dropped the bag to go get Keith a drink of water. Not too bright... before anyone saw a thing I picked up the bag, carried it off to the bedroom and ate the whole pack of tips I was so proud of myself I had to bring the styrofoam tray out to Daddy tail wagging like crazy to thank him for the special treat. He didnt talk to me for two days. Mommy thought it was hysterical.
SO today, Daddy was packing up Keith's stuff to take him home to NH. He was here all week long for a vacation. Keith's birthday was yesterday and instead of a cake he wanted Pumpkin Pie. I LOVE PUMPKIN!!!!!!! Daddy decided to give Keith the pie to take home. Did he ask me if that was okay? How about my brother's? They love pumpkin too, did he ask them? NO!
So he's packing up his stuff and puts the pie in the bag then puts Keith's clothes on top and his video games he got for his birthday then goes to take a shower leaving the bag in my easy reach. Again, not too bright. Keith was watching tv a few feet away. I carefully took out the video games and gently placed them on the ground next to the bag, then the clothes, still folded, I neatly piled up also next to the bag being very very quiet. Ahhh there it is.... PUMPKIN PIE!!!!!!!!! I took it out of the bag, and ran into the bedroom( where I always go with my forbidden treasures) I ate the whole thing, there was only 3 pieces missing. I didn't even share it with my brothers.
So Daddy comes out of the shower and sees me lying in the bed looking all depressed (another thing I'm a pro at). He decides to lie down for a few minutes and cuddle with me, I'm just praying he doesnt see the empty pie container in the bed. He wasn't supposed to come out yet. I didnt have time to repack the bag. Now I really have to pile on the depression session. So Daddy's all sweet talking me and giving me rubs and cuddles... then he says it... "Jakey your breath smells so good! Did you find a cookie or something?" Mommy likes to bake us special cookies when she has the time. "Yeah... thats it Daddy, I found a cookie under the tv stand" I thought I was in the clear until they get ready to leave and he finds the bag empty with the clothes and video games all neatly piled next to it. BUSTED! But this time he wasn't mad, he thought it was funny and so did Keith. No hard feelings. I did it so cleverly by being so neat about it they had to laugh. Damn I'm good :)
Well gotta run.... I gotta go potty.....really bad!!!!
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