Happy 10/10/10!

For some reason Mom found today's date to be noteworthy. So I am humoring her with a diary entry.

We didn't have a buncha guests like last weekend but it's been a pretty good one. We are havin' some beautiful fall weather. My dad and boy worked on a construction project while Mom planted some vinca in her garden. I luv it when everyone is outside and I can run around and bug, um, ask them to throw balls fur me!

Mom put me through another Howlloween photo session. That's all I got to say about that!

Wishin' everypup a Happy Columbus Day tomorrow!

Wags,
Pepper

Ok, I'm In!

I entered, too!

Vote for me Thanks for your vote. Woof!

Mostly New Slippers fur Mom

Mom had a pair of Ugg type slippers she really liked. Had them fur several years. They were really hardy and warm. My sisfur befure me paid them no mind. Mom could leave them anywhere in the house and they would remain unmolested and unmoved.

When the new puppy, me, came along she made sure to put them behind closet doors when not wearing them. She was very good at this fur close to two years. Sometime last spring she made the mistake of leaving them on the shoe mat in our entry way. Two slippers placed neatly side by side. Come back to put them on and one is missing. Until it turns up she figured she would make do with the slipper socks she has. They are not as nice and she enjoys them less. But she uses them fur the time being, sure the one slipper will turn up eventually.

Spring turns to summer and the weather becomes warmer. Less need fur slippers fur Mom. She is content to just wear regular socks around the house or have naked feet. She is unconcerned she is missing her one slipper. Always thinkin' it will turn up when & where she least expects to find it.

Summer turns to fall and Ma realizes the slipper has NOT turned up eventually and it has now been months since it went missing. The mornin's are getting cooler. She misses her nice slippers. But she delays buyin' new ones thinkin' the old one will turn up as soon as she replaces them.

Finally, today she comes across some nice Dearfoam slippers, even more soft and luxurious than her original pair. She brings them home in the box and foolishly places it on the coffee table. The box is open on the top so a shopper can feel the luxurious softness without removing the merchandise from the box. Does the exposed slipper still feel luxuriously soft? Sort of. There's now evidence of some crusty dog slobber on it.

There you have it! That 'not me' dog has now visited my house twice! Furst in the spring when that old slipper went missin' and today slobberin' over Mom's new slippers. What can ya do with that pup?! I'm gonna hafta be hyper vigilante now and keep a close eye on those slippers! BOL!

The Color Purple

Yesfurday my ma bought me the 'World's Best Dog Ball'! That's what it says on the package, so it must be true, right? Anywoof, the ball is white & purple and made by VisionSmart. According to the back of the packaging "Major university study concludes dogs see certain colors. In over 4,000 clinical trials, happy subject dogs picked the correct colored target panel with amazing accuracy. The results indicate brightly colored purple and white objects are hightly visible to dogs, and POP against the background scene." I interpret this to mean purple is one of us dogs' favfurite colors!

So now I don't feel so bad about my Howlloweenie get up. At least any dogaloos I run into on Howlloween can see all my purple finery! BOL!

Ma is confused!

Ok so we posted a few howlloweenie pictures today. But my ma doesn't get that witches don't have wings and fairies don't wear witchy hats and neither of them wear boas. So what am I a witch or a fairy? I think my ma just got a bunch of purply stuff and put it on me.

Family & Friends!

Woof! This weekend was full of unexpected but welcome guests! My tail was waggin' all weekend!

Furst, on Safurday, my uncle and aunt from Reno came by. My folks knew they were comin' but I didn't! They arrived just befure lunch time. This was great I had lotsa extra ball throwin' servants at my disposal! My uncle especially liked throwin' my ball fur me. My whole fambily could learn to have more ball throwin' enthusiasm like him!

Anyhowl, they had a nice bbq lunch out on the deck with me. But at lunch time I had to take a fetchin' break. Although, Uncle did kick the ball a coupla times under the table fur me. Don't tell my folks I'm not supposed to bother peoples whiles they's eatin'.

After lunch I got a few more ball throws. Then they called me in. All the peoples went away in the car without moi! Unbelievable! But I was tired and hungry after all that extra fetchin' so I ate and slept a long time. The peoples left during the sunlight but came back after it was dark. I was very glad to see them! Ma left the door to the garage open and put down some puppy pads but I didn't use them. I held 'it' until they came home. I was very glad when they came home!

Uncle and Aunt left this mornin'. Then our good neighborfriend lady came by to say hello with her dog, Milo. She's been busy and we've been busy so we haven't seen each other for a woof. She stayed a bit and had a drink and picked a few lemons from our tree. Then invited us to come over and pick some apples from her tree. We accepted her invitation and came home brimming with apples.

Next Dad's good buddy came by. His wife is away for a while and he came by to shoot the breeze, whatevfur that means!(and it doesn't sound good!) Anywoof, it was close to dinner time so ma invited him to stay and help eat a roast she was makin' tonight. He seemed grateful fur the dinner invitation and company. He, also, is a good ball thrower!

So I am quite the tuckered out pooch tonight! Hope my Dogster furiends had as good a weekend as I did! Night, night

Dog Days of Summer are Gone!

Or are they? We just had a weekend of 100 degree weather. Seems like summer is still here to me.

Mom had a flat of Rosemary to plant. I tell ya gardenin' & fetchin' really go togefur. Mom spent the mornin's tryin' to get those plants in the ground. I helped by bringin' my ball and makin' her take a break once in a while. Poor woman would work her hands to the bone if it weren't fur me! BOL!

Mom is a gardener of good intentions. Unfurtunately, she's not a gardener of good results! The road to 'you know where' is paved with... Poor plants! At least Rosemary seems to survive ok around here.

Anywoof, Mom is a city girl transplanted into the mountain country. Her furst garden out here got eaten by the deer. Then Dad put up a chain link fence. Next she learned all the nice flowers the gophers love. So now she just plants things that seem hardy and hope they don't end up being a gopher favfurite. Rosemary seems immune to gophers & deer & mom's lack of a green thumb. Plus it smells nice without being overly fragrant.

Wellwoof, Happy Fall Ya All!

New Diary Title

I'm a Pepper!
He's a Pepper!
She's a Pepper!
We're a Pepper!
Wouldn't ya like to be a Pepper too!?

To those who are familiar with the old Dr. Pepper jingle, wellwoof, sorry! Let it run thru your head a coupla times and it should be done. I hope! BOL!

Oh my! Diary Pick fur 2 days!

Ee gads! My diary is one of the picks again today! Guess my Gotcha week remembrances have paid off! Thank you HQ!

Mostly, though, I want to thank all my Dogster pals fur the kind words thru diary comments, gifts & pawmail. My typist is much more enthusiastic about channelin' & typin' my thoughts fur me with this kind of encouragement. Although this diary is primarily fur my fambily to have an ongoing momento of my life, it is nice to not be barking into the wind. Thanks from the bottom of our hearts!

Have a nice day everypup!

Dog Beach

I’ve been to a few dog beaches since my original Gotcha day. I remember the furst one, the Santa Cruz dog beach. Think it was sometime in February 2009, so I was about 7 months old.

I could tell right away this was a pretty cool place. There were lotsa dogs and they were all playing or running or fetching or just having some other dog good time! My folks brought along a frisbee & a ball fur me. I was having a good time fetchin’ when another dog came along and took my frisbee. That’s fine with me I like to chase too! I thought we would play frisbee tug until that dog turned around and GROWLED at me! Real mean, too! I don’t mess with dogs like that. He can have my frisbee. But his dad showed up with his frisbee and once he had his own he let me have mine back. But I did NOT want to play with that mean dog anymore!

Anywoof, it was a cold day and my furst time seeing the big water. Mom told Dad not to make me get wet. “OK”, Dad said. But the ball he was throwin’ fur me got closer and closer to the water each time. Until, “UH OH!”, Mom was watchin’ her little black puppy’s feet rolling upside down inside a wave. Both Mom and Dad watched with bated breath to see if I would survive or was I going to get swept out to sea!? Mom says if I got swept out to sea Dad would be swimmin’ out there to rescue me! Dad says he feels lucky to be alive after that incident! He thought Mom was going to KILL him! She thought he ruined the ocean fur me furever! I thought it was fun. I still love the ocean, didn’t get traumatized one bit. BOL!