The movie is NOT about me. Io abbaio Italiano, non Spagnolo.
B.
November 12, 2007
November 10, 2007
November 5, 2007
Fetch and Flies
I had a great weekend! The weather was beautiful - just perfect for rolling around in the grass and yawning and stretching out under the sun. And Dad seemed to agree.
Although he didn't join me in the rollin', yawnin' and stretchin', he did play fetch with me several times each day. He seemed to have found his inner dog. He wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere or do anything. It was a growlin' good time. Then today came.
The temperature dropped, and darkness was upon us before Dad got home, which means fetch is usually out the window. But fortunately the field we play in has some street lights lighting things up. They give Dad confidence that I'll find the ball when he throws it; otherwise he won't bother throwin' it at all.
So, we had an abbreviated fetch session tonight, which is better than no session, and Bella spent the whole time doing her best imitation of a cow - grazing on grass and swattin' her tail back and forth to keep the flies off her backside, even though there were no flies around.
O.
Although he didn't join me in the rollin', yawnin' and stretchin', he did play fetch with me several times each day. He seemed to have found his inner dog. He wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere or do anything. It was a growlin' good time. Then today came.
The temperature dropped, and darkness was upon us before Dad got home, which means fetch is usually out the window. But fortunately the field we play in has some street lights lighting things up. They give Dad confidence that I'll find the ball when he throws it; otherwise he won't bother throwin' it at all.
So, we had an abbreviated fetch session tonight, which is better than no session, and Bella spent the whole time doing her best imitation of a cow - grazing on grass and swattin' her tail back and forth to keep the flies off her backside, even though there were no flies around.
O.
October 31, 2007
HOWL-o-ween Horror
Gasp! I did it. I finally ate some asparagus. And the part I'm having the most difficulty with is that I did a trick for the treat. Scary!
I'm not sure why I took the stalk. I've turned the offer down hundreds of times before, even when I've been ravenous. And this morning, it wasn't just once. It was twice. I ate two stalks.
What am I becoming?
O.
I'm not sure why I took the stalk. I've turned the offer down hundreds of times before, even when I've been ravenous. And this morning, it wasn't just once. It was twice. I ate two stalks.
What am I becoming?
O.
October 30, 2007
Crazy Dream
Check out the crazy dream Dad had.
He sure worries a lot. Doesn't he know I can take care of myself.
B.
He sure worries a lot. Doesn't he know I can take care of myself.
B.
October 24, 2007
The Neighborhood
We've lived on Dogbar Court for two months now and have made the acquaintance of several neighbors.
Jack lives behind us. He's a chocolate lab doofus - very young and dumb if you ask me. "Duh! Which way do I go? Which way do I go?"
Macy lives directly across the street. She's a little toy poodle thing who thinks she owns the neighborhood, but me and Bella are helping her redefine that assumption - not that we need to be in charge, but little dogs with large attitudes can be so annoying. Actually, she's not so bad. She just has to temper her excitement a bit.
Four or five houses down from Macy is Cletus and his new brother Husker. They're basset hounds, and Uncle Cletus - that's what I like to call him - brays like a ship lost in the fog. And the bass he broadcasts with shakes my insides like popcorn. I hope young Husker, 12 weeks old, isn't like that when he grows up.
Husker arrived two days ago. I gave him a quick sniff, nothing too close because I wanted to get on with fetch, but he seemed alright. We'll see how he develops.
O.
Jack lives behind us. He's a chocolate lab doofus - very young and dumb if you ask me. "Duh! Which way do I go? Which way do I go?"
Macy lives directly across the street. She's a little toy poodle thing who thinks she owns the neighborhood, but me and Bella are helping her redefine that assumption - not that we need to be in charge, but little dogs with large attitudes can be so annoying. Actually, she's not so bad. She just has to temper her excitement a bit.
Four or five houses down from Macy is Cletus and his new brother Husker. They're basset hounds, and Uncle Cletus - that's what I like to call him - brays like a ship lost in the fog. And the bass he broadcasts with shakes my insides like popcorn. I hope young Husker, 12 weeks old, isn't like that when he grows up.
Husker arrived two days ago. I gave him a quick sniff, nothing too close because I wanted to get on with fetch, but he seemed alright. We'll see how he develops.
O.
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