I almost furgot. When we were far away, at the Christmas cat house, Kyle took me for a walk and there were horses! They’re big, a lot bigger than dogs. I could smell them. They don’t smell nearly as good as dogs, and even worse than cats.
When we were walking by, one of the horses made a big terrible noise, and I jumped, and Kyle laughed and said “thar she blows!” I didn’t think it was very funny, but Kyle will laugh at just about anything. People are weird that way.
Smell ya later.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
happy's hollerdays
Wail, the hollerdays are all over. Just as well for me, I never get much for Christmas and I don’t have any money to buy presents for anybuddy. Dog’s life, ya know?
We went far and away for Christmas again this year, and we stayed in a hotel on the way and you know what? I got my own bed! Big enough for ten dogs, but I had it all to my self. That was great.
When we got to the Christmas place, I stayed in the same room as Tasha and I always stayed in for years. And Kyle came and played with me and took me outside, and left and came back again. I couldn’t go in the rest of the house ‘cause there were cats up there. I raned up the stairs once and saw the cats and barked – hello buttlickers! – but they ran away.
Kyle came and we slept in the room, which was good but you know what? It was really weird, Tasha wasn’t there. She’s never not been there before. They kept leaving me in that room and I just slept and woked up and barked, and there was no Tasha. That part was so strange that I decided not to poop for the whole four days we were there. Then they put some pumpkin in my food and I pooped. But I still missed Tasha.
Anyway, the tree is gone from the living room, and they took down all the lights off the house, and I guess I ate up all my Christmas treats ‘cause they’re gone too. I don’t think it’s ever gonna be OK that Tasha’s not there at Christmas. But we’ll just have to get used to that, and grab a toy and make it squeak.
Smell ya later.
We went far and away for Christmas again this year, and we stayed in a hotel on the way and you know what? I got my own bed! Big enough for ten dogs, but I had it all to my self. That was great.
When we got to the Christmas place, I stayed in the same room as Tasha and I always stayed in for years. And Kyle came and played with me and took me outside, and left and came back again. I couldn’t go in the rest of the house ‘cause there were cats up there. I raned up the stairs once and saw the cats and barked – hello buttlickers! – but they ran away.
Kyle came and we slept in the room, which was good but you know what? It was really weird, Tasha wasn’t there. She’s never not been there before. They kept leaving me in that room and I just slept and woked up and barked, and there was no Tasha. That part was so strange that I decided not to poop for the whole four days we were there. Then they put some pumpkin in my food and I pooped. But I still missed Tasha.
Anyway, the tree is gone from the living room, and they took down all the lights off the house, and I guess I ate up all my Christmas treats ‘cause they’re gone too. I don’t think it’s ever gonna be OK that Tasha’s not there at Christmas. But we’ll just have to get used to that, and grab a toy and make it squeak.
Smell ya later.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
spit it out!
Wail, I finally got my walkies. In fact, I’ve had 2 walks since the last time I bloggered. Yesterday, Kyle took me way down the road and back. And today, we went way down the road, then kept goin’ all the way around the whole neighborhood. It’s about a mile! I had on my harness with Christmas ribbons, and before we went I had a bath down at the vets.
I'm very Happy to say that nobuddy had to pull any bones out of my throat today.
Which reminds me, I gotta say to my buddy Moose up in Illinois don’t be eating stuff that’s not eatable, like Mike Wazowski. It’s doesn’t do any good ta grab it, ‘cuz they aren’t gonna let you keep it.
I'm very Happy to say that nobuddy had to pull any bones out of my throat today.
Which reminds me, I gotta say to my buddy Moose up in Illinois don’t be eating stuff that’s not eatable, like Mike Wazowski. It’s doesn’t do any good ta grab it, ‘cuz they aren’t gonna let you keep it.
Monday, December 19, 2005
house dog
Wail, I just don’t know what to think. My Mommy and Daddy left this morning. Then Kyle came over and put my harness and leash on me, and I was so Happy. I was jumping all over the place. Then he put me in the pickup truck and we drove around lots of places, which was fun ‘cuz I like to smell the wind that comes in through the holes in front of my face, while I sit in the seat. But you know what? We never did get out and go for walkies.
Doesn’t that bite? Kyle always takes me for a walk, every day, until I got that thing stuck in my throat. Now I'm just a house dog again. But he said, “tomorrow,” so we’ll see.
Doesn’t that bite? Kyle always takes me for a walk, every day, until I got that thing stuck in my throat. Now I'm just a house dog again. But he said, “tomorrow,” so we’ll see.
Friday, December 16, 2005
I'm Happy
Hi Everybuddy. I'm Happy. I'm a pom dog. I live in California, an I have my own toys anna bed an a Mommy an Daddy. I like walkies and samwiches.
Who are you?
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