Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I'm famous!

OK, I know I haven't been blogging lately, but I need the Mom to do the typing and she's been busy.

I've also been in the time out corner a lot. I don't know why I eat pillows, but I know it's bad after I do it. So I put myself in time out as soon as the folks head upstairs.

Then there was the butter thing. They should know to put the top on the dish right away. There are some things my nose tells me I need to eat. Butter and cheese come to mind. I live with vegenariums or something like that so I don't get meat treats unless they come in a box from the pet store. I get desperate. Then I get timed out.

Anyway, I guess I was having a goodboyprettyboy day a while ago and the Mom took some pictures of me in the car. She thought they were so cool that she sent them into this TV station that shows cute dog pictures in the morning. And today they told her I was gonna be on!

Well, she lets all her friends know and she puts it on facebook and so now I'm famous.

So, if you want to read my blog from now on it will cost you some meat. Just sayin'

Just leave it at the back door in a brown paper wrapper.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

watch out for the dancing giant

I've lived in the city for a year now and I've learned a lot about people on wheels and other dogs using my yard and cars with loud screamers on top. I let the folks know when one of those things comes too close to us. That's my job. And then there is that box with the dogs inside, but that I still have to figure out because they don't bark back.

Usually, when we go out riding, I use the paw holder and keep my head outside like I'm flying and if it isn't raining, the folks pretty much let me do that every time. Like I told you about a couple of posts ago.

So, anyway, the Dad and I are out and he's driving and I'm flying and all of a sudden I saw this huge giant that was waving his arms around and bending down to get us and just looking evil. I barked at the dad to look out! Giant! But the Dad kept driving like nothing was wrong.

I tried barking from all the different seats, but the Dad kept driving and getting closer to the giant. I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't want to leave the Dad alone to fight the giant, but when he drove right next to him, I had to save myself and I hate to admit it, but I crawled under the Dad's legs which made him upset because he was driving, so I got as far under the other seats as I could until we got home.

It took Dad a minute to convince me we were safe now. I looked around as much as I could without getting out of my safe place. It seemed OK and so I came out.

That was close!

If you see the giant, I suggest getting under a seat before you get too close and don't go under the legs of anyone driving. You get the "nonobadmove" command.

Here's a picture of the giant's family so you can know what to look for.

Be careful out there.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

my dog came back!

I was having kind of a bad day because the Dad was using that loud box with the stick that sorta scares me and makes me bark. They have a smaller loud box and I can handle that one. But sometimes they use the big loud box and I do not like it at all. I think it's going to suck me up like it does with the dust and nobody is gonna tell me it won't. I know what I see.

So the Dad is annoying me with the loud box and I'm barking and he tells me we are cleaning up because we have company coming and the company is Billy. And Ginger!

Now I didn't know if this was real or if it was one of those things like cheese. Sometimes the Mom tells me she has cheeses just to get me away from the cat or the mail guy. But I went and waited by the door just in case.

And Ginger came! She was excited to see me, too, because Billy had to wipe up some pee and I know I didn't do it. I didn't.

Billy brought a person too, and she didn't get mad when I jumped on her but I think I really have to stop doing that. I just get so happy.

So the folks and Billy and the other person went away and left me and Ginger at the house and I didn't even care that I wasn't going in the car with them. I had my dog!

When they came back we all went to the dog park so I got to show off my dog. I kinda had to nudge her to get her going. She didn't remember how the dog park works.

Then the folks went out again, but for longer times and I started to miss them. Ginger napped a lot. So I was kinda zoomy when they got home. Ginger was just waggy. She's older.

We all went out on leashes and then Billy and the person hugged the Mom and the Dad and they left ...

and they took my dog again!

I don't think Billy would like it if I took his person away.

But I got to have my dog for a little while and that was good.

I think she'll come back.

I showed her where the cat food was.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

spring ride!

It's Spring again. This is my 2nd one. The 1st time I saw Spring, I was a baby and I didn't know what flowers were or that you couldn't eat them. I was surprised that there was soft stuff under the frozen stuff. But I've see it all now. I'm experienced.

There are good things about Spring. It means we go to the dog park even more. There are waaaay more smells. If the Dad is working outside I can lay down on the grass and watch for other dogs and people on wheels. The Mom starts taking me for walks just for fun.

But the best part is that I get to ride outside the car. It is the best. There is a thing outside the window for my paws. I stand on the seat and put my front paws on the paw holder. If the Dad would open the window all the way down it would be coolest, but he won't do it. It is the best part of Spring anyway.

If I could get the Mom to ride in the back I could ride like this every time!

I'll have to figure that out.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

i can't help it

I'm not supposed to eat pillows. But I do. I can't help it. They have soft stuff inside that feels good when I bite it and it flies around the room which is pretty cool. And then I get in trouble.

The thing is, I know I'm gonna get in trouble but I can't help it. And they always know. Today they knew even before they went upstairs and saw the soft stuff all over. I don't know how they knew but the Dad said "what did you do?" as soon as I came downstairs. I hate "what did you do". How did he know?

Boy, humans are way smarter than I thought.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

marching for peas

We went on a long car ride today. I'm always ready to do that. There's a place in the middle between the folks where I can put my front feet so I can watch where we are going and check for other dogs. When I see something like other dogs, I can jump around on all the seats and yell at them. It's my job.

So, we went way out in the country and gave a ride to some folks from a place called Japan. They were nice humans, except they took up all the extra seats and I had to sit on Mom's lap which made her say OW a lot. The Japans called me "Queensee" and kept patting my head and whispering "shoe, shoe, shoe" so I guess Mom told them about what I do to shoes which wasn't nice of her. We took them to some stores and stuff and then back to where we got them.

The folks were talking about this long walk they were doing for peas, which confused me because we could have got peas at one of the stores we were at and the Japan people wouldn't have to walk. Maybe I'm missing something.

I hope they find peas at the end of their walk. It sounds like something the folks really want.

Me, I'd walk for cheese.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

but it was cheese!

When the Mom is making stuff in the kitchen I always hang out because she drops a lot of stuff and the rule is that if it hits the floor, unless it's bad stuff, I get to eat it. So I stay right there.

Today she was cutting up a lot of things which always means a lot of stuff on the floor. Then she piled a bunch of stuff on a dish and left. I followed her but she told me not to beg (I wasn't begging I was watching for dropped stuff) so I went back in the kitchen to see if I missed anything.

I was just sniffing around when I smelled cheese. My favorite! Where was it? I sniffed and sniffed and put my paws up on the table and there it was. A bunch of it in a bowl. I got close to it and sort of put my nose in it and somehow it landed on the floor.

Which made it mine.

It would have been OK except Mom came in to put some more stuff on her dish and she asked where the cheese was and I went to hide behind the coat rack. That's where I always go when I hear "No! Bad!" so she knew. And then she saw the little bowl the cheese was in. The empty bowl. I ran for the stairs.

But she was really really mad and she followed me telling me how bad I was and asking what did I do and saying bad dog and I went into the bathroom and she threw the little bowl in there with me and said she was really mad and I was on time out.

And then she shut the door!

So I'm in this little room, listening while she tells Dad what I did and the cats are poking at me under the door and laughing and I hear the folks eating dinner and I know I'm not even gonna get a little bit of a treat this time and so I started to cry. Just a little.

I was in there forever before she came up to let me out. Days and days. Well, at least 10 minutes. And when the door opened I scooted right by her and down the steps and hid behind the Dad.

I think we're friends again because she's been playing catch with me for a while, but I keep sniffing the little table by her chair because I think I smell cupcake.

Maybe she'll drop it.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

puppy bowl

The folks are watching something called the stoopid bowl on the teevee. It is boring because they ignore me except every so often they put something on the teevee called the puppy bowl.

I like the puppy bowl because it's kinda like when I had my own dog there for a while. Then Billy came to visit and he stole the dog. I don't know if Mom knows but she wouldn't yell at him anyway. I think he's her favorite. All I know is I don't have a dog anymore and nobody seems to care.

So, anyway, they keep telling me to look at the puppies and I do but just for a minute because when they are in the teevee box you can't smell 'em or chase 'em so what's the use? I give the teevee a little growl each time just to make the folks laugh.

They are so easy.

But now I'm thinking maybe if I look at the teevee puppies for a while and whimper they might think I really need my own dog and go get me another one. I guess it's worth a try.

But I'm hiding it if Billy visits.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

I think I have a dog

I'm not real sure, but when Mom came back from wherever she went, she had the Billy with her and a dog. Billy left, but the dog stayed.

This dog is bigger than me but kinda shy. I had to teach it to play and now it plays pretty good. It eats my food but I don't growl or anything 'cause I want to keep the dog.

It can't sit up like me so it gets treats just for giving its paw which is pretty cheap in my book. I tried that but Mom said I had to sit up. Well, I guess it's worth it to have my own dog.

As long as it stays off the big bed, we're OK. There's only so much I can do.