Wail, dere fur a while, it lookt like I might not get my walk. But Kyle finally showed up to take me. And since it was rainy, I gots to wear my rain coat, which I weely like. Dey tell me it's blue, but I can't see it too good once I get it on me.
I had a good walk, took a poop, and sniffed some stuff. When we got home, I got a cracker. Not a bad time at all.
I hope you gots a walk today too!
Smell ya later.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
me & my woobie
Kyle took a pitcher of me wif my woobie today. So you can see how neat it is.
Wanna see me makin' it squeak?
Sometimes people ask us dogs and cats, "What's a woobie?" A woobie is something you love, besides a person or anudder pet. It's something precious and dear. Could be a storebought toy or a sock, a pillow, maybe yer leash or a chewie. I don't know what kinda woobies cats like. Things wif string maybe, or feathers.
I have a chewie wahhide bone too, sumplace. I like ta gwab it an try an toss it inna air!
OK, smell ya later.
Wanna see me makin' it squeak?
Sometimes people ask us dogs and cats, "What's a woobie?" A woobie is something you love, besides a person or anudder pet. It's something precious and dear. Could be a storebought toy or a sock, a pillow, maybe yer leash or a chewie. I don't know what kinda woobies cats like. Things wif string maybe, or feathers.
I have a chewie wahhide bone too, sumplace. I like ta gwab it an try an toss it inna air!
OK, smell ya later.
my tugger
Kyle says I need to post somethin', cuz it's been a while. Wail I guess that's true. I have udder things on my mind. Like my tugger. Ha! I have tugger things on my mind.
I love my tugger. It's big and wooly, wif a big knot in the middle to grab it and shake it, and squeekies on both ends. It's a great thing to play wif. If you come to play wif me, you can try to hold on.
My tugger used to belong to Tasha, but she hardly ever played wif it. She got it when she was already pretty old. And when she went to Rainbow Bridge, she left it here for me. Kyle says she couldn't take it wif her enyway, but I think she could have but she wanted me to have it. Which is good. Thanks buddy!
Kyle's gonna get a picture of me wif my tugger!
Smell ya later.
I love my tugger. It's big and wooly, wif a big knot in the middle to grab it and shake it, and squeekies on both ends. It's a great thing to play wif. If you come to play wif me, you can try to hold on.
My tugger used to belong to Tasha, but she hardly ever played wif it. She got it when she was already pretty old. And when she went to Rainbow Bridge, she left it here for me. Kyle says she couldn't take it wif her enyway, but I think she could have but she wanted me to have it. Which is good. Thanks buddy!
Kyle's gonna get a picture of me wif my tugger!
Smell ya later.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
sneezy horse
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.
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.
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?
Who are you?
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