rescue me!

They did it. They rescued a puppy. (Rescued from what? they never say. I need to figure that out) They brought him home. They are keeping him. I don't know what they are thinking.

First of all, this is barely a dog. Scooter is bigger and Scooter is a cat. This "dog" has hair sticking up all over like they put him in a blender. He has to wear a coat...a coat!..because he gets so cold. Oh please. Mom has to comb him every morning so he doesn't tangle, whatever that means.

Let me tell you something. I don't need a coat. I can handle the cold. I roll around in the snow and I like it! This little cat dog walks down the sidewalk once and starts limping on his poor little one inch feet. And I don't tangle, nobody has to brush me every morning. Just let 'em try.

Now I have to say that this dog..they named him "Oliver", by the way..stoopid name, tries to play with me. But he moves around so fast you can't ever catch him. And when I do catch him, Mom says "Easy, Quincy" That's no fun. She never tells the cat dog "Easy, Oliver" when he is trying to climb on my back or waving those stoopid one inch paws in the air near my face.

I'm training him, though. Mom bought us each some toys to tear apart and I keep taking his away, even if I already have one. I don't need more than one to tear apart, but I want him to know it has to be OK with me if he gets to have one. He doesn't get it yet. He just keeps coming over and taking it back, But I'll teach him.

There is only one top dog in this house and it is not going to be one that is smaller than the cats and looks like he lives in a blender.

This is me and the so-called "dog". Do not even think the word "cute"

my little secret

So, the Mom was reading an article about a dog who knows 1022 nouns. Big whoop. Aren't you curious about how I know that? I heard her talking about it. Guess I know a bunch of nouns, too.

Here's the thing. You think we don't know a lot of words because we don't always run and jump and wag when you're talking. Wrong. We understand you, we just can't talk! This comes in handy, though.

Like when the Mom asks Dad if he took the pillows off the bed. I open one eye to see if he's going up to check...




then I slide off the couch and hide. I know I'm not supposed to eat the pillows but I kinda forget until after it's all over the bed like snow. The folks think I just know the word "pillow" on account of how often I hear it. "Quincy! You ate the PILLOW!" "Bad boy, Quincy, what did you do to the PILLOW?" Truth is, I know "ate" and "Bad boy" and "what did you do", too.

This is how we hear: "RUSSELL, did you TAKE QUINCY OUTSIDE yet? He looks like he needs to GO. Maybe you could TAKE him to the PARK for a little RUN. We can EAT when you get back. WHere is his LEASH?" I know all those words, but some of them are like little bells in my ears. especially "park".

So when I started hearing the word "puppy" a lot, I kept my eyes closed and just perked up my ears. Puppy can mean we are going to the park or it can mean there is a dog on TV and I have to do my run around in circles and bark at the screen to amuse the folks. They never get tired of it. But what they were saying was "Quincy! Do you want your own puppy?"

Now I understood what they said but I couldn't believe it. So I started listening harder. I heard them talking about rescue and giving me a buddy and how the Mom would love a little dog that wouldn't pull her down the sidewalk. I felt kinda bad about that. I thought she liked it when I helped her go faster.

So now I'm thinking about what this could mean. A few months ago Billy brought Ginger over to stay for a while and he brought this tiny dog over, too. Buster. Buster is smaller than the cats. He stared me down.Well, actually I guess he stared me UP. He was pretty low to the ground. I left him alone, mostly. He freaked me out. He slept on my blanket and growled when I gave him the signal to move. He stole my bone and wouldn't give it back. When Mom was giving out cookies, Ginger and me would sit pretty and wait and I would sit up and then this Buster dog would sneak in between us and jump on Mom's lap and everybody thought that was sooooo cute. Sure. What if I did that?

Anyway, I just hope that if they bring me a puppy it isn't Buster. I need a puppy I can train.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.