Pool

I've never been happier than yesterday! My owners filled my pool!! It was GREAT. I go fetch my Frisbee then I pass them and head right for my pool. Play a little, I do try to get them wet, but they are smart and know what I am up to, I have to figure out another way to get them. We played for about 2 hours last night. I sure am glad that summer is here. I hope they fill my pool today. Can't wait for this afternoon.

Crazy Razor

A Trip to the Doc

This evening Spooky and I and our humans made a trip to the Doc.

Spook went into the little room with the metal-top table and didn't make a peep. Scared little mouse she is. She needs to learn from me.

When I went into the little room, I looked at the Doc, and though he's a nice guy, he was priming a needle! Girl, that thing was huge! I decided right then I would no way let him touch my human or poke that needle into me. Uh uh. No!

He grabbed my scruff, and I started making noise. I didn't feel a needle, so apparently I frightened him so much he didn't accomplish the dastardly deed. He came at me and grabbed my scruff again. Again I loudly objected and I felt no needle, so there it is - two for me and zero for the Doc!

You'd think that would have completely discouraged him, but no, there he was again grabbing my scruff, but HA! this time he must have been very nervous and frightened, because he didn't even have that ugly needle in hand. He did have an ampule or something, which in the struggle must have broken. He got stuff all over my neck and rubbed it in. Trying to hide the evidence, I suppose.

He made no more tries, so I guess he decided he's no match for me. Three for three and good for me! After all, I'm four pounds of pure fierce determination!

Woof Dah! Guess I'll have to work on teaching Spooky how to be fierce.

Tinker

A dog's life

From an email comment on the short lives dogs have:

''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life --like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?''

''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''

Bring My Boys Back Home

On Friday, my largest boy left the house to go and do something. From what I could gather, it was in some foreign land known as "Oh Claire." I don't know who Claire is or why she got a place named after her, but that didn't matter at the time. My boy was leaving forever and ever and that's all that mattered. When Mommy came home without my boy, I was beside myself. I moped and whined and cried for treats. Then suddenly after the big shiny thing in the sky had gone down for the second time since I saw my boy, my boy came back! Then I realized, I had no idea how long he had been gone. I guess it was something like three forevers's's. I need to go and nurse my tail now. I dislocated it wagging.

Until next time,

Woof

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Copper

Best Friend

*****Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. ****** - Groucho Marx

My Morning Walks

Our walks have become routine, more or less, but the old man does try to vary them a little from time to time. I suppose he gets bored. Dog Almighty knows I don't; I'm always anxious to go.


This morning we went straight past the Legion, and I knew we were going to do a couple extra blocks. It was if fate decreed that I should have a gift! There was a dead bird, flat as a pancake, alongside the alley. I took a quick glance at the old guy and dove in. He walked right by and didn't notice a thing until he hit the leash limit. By that time I already reeked. It was great! He actually let me roll in it for a minute or two before urging me on. Heck, I'm still inhaling right now.


Eventually, we made our way back to the railroad tracks and headed for the park on the other side of the highway. The killdeers are back and nesting. I have never seen a more inept pack of birds in my life. Broken wings of epidemic porportions seem to plague that tribe. I began to wonder if they weren't faking it. Dogs! I'd love to take after them, but my human won't let me off the leash. They come so close and tantalize me, always just out of reach. I'd give my right dew claw to grab one. They look delicious.


When we get to the park, the old guy always makes the loop on the sidewalk. He often lets me off the leash so I can run. Sometimes I really cut loose and run huge circles around him. It's so doggone much fun that I have to bark once in a while. Anyway, the old man gets a kickout of it and starts laughing and hollering, "Way to go, Spooky!" and "Com'on, Spooks!" You know, that kind of stuff. He'll even clap now and then. If a dog ever came by and saw all this, I'd be so embarrassed, I swear I'd crawl into a hole.


But you have to look beyond all that. It really doesn't take much to keep a human happy, and after all, like it or not, we are living in a human world. If more dogs took an extra step to treat their humans better, they probably wouldn't be so crabby and we'd all be better off.

Well, after all that running around, we left the park, going under the railroad tracks, and coming out by the old John Deere shop. There's some wonderful sniffing back there. I don't know where all that rotten junk comes from, but it's great stuff. Then we cross the highway by Bumper to Bumper and head back to the store.

Today we ran into an elderly human female with a pack of human pups. I ran over to them and licked 'em all up. They giggled and laughed like mad. I like human pups. They're hardly ever grouchy, and I always get some good pats.

We're into a routine. Every time we get back, my human lets me hunt up someone to beg for a fresh yummy.

And this is really weird! There is another bald, old human at the store. He resembles my human like you wouldn't believe! They've gotta be from the same litter. I just can't see how it could be otherwise. My human has his fur trimmed on his face to leave a moustache under his nose and the other one has chin whiskers. They remind me of Schnausers. Anyway, that guy's always good for some raw burger, and he makes good stuff.

There's a little female human who hangs around there, too. She's almost always good for sliced turkey that's just delicious. She moves real fast and reminds me of a Chihuahua. You know how their movements seem to be speeded up? They make a big deal of dropping little bits of meat and luring me back to the room where I spend the day, like I'm some kind of idiotwho can't see through the game.

Oh, well, my philosophy is: "Keep the humans happy and we're all better off."

WoofDah!

Spooky
FMK

Adding to the Family

When I first came to live with my people, I was introduced to my new brother. He was called Daley some of the time and Spikie some of the time.

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I remember when Spooky came to live with us. In a previous post, she said I didn't like her much when she first appeared on the scene. She's right. Let me explain.

I was no pup when I came to live here. I was a year and a half old, so although I immediately fell in love with my lady, adjusting to the situation was not instantaneous.

There was an old dog living here, my new brother. My lady called him Daley, but the old guy called him Spike. Daley was a kind old dog, semi-retired, and he didn't bother me much. After a short time we got along fine - mostly just ignoring one another. He never bothered my stuff and I returned the favor. I did tease him a little, but I wasn't a pest like, ahem, someone else.

It wasn't long before Spooky came along and there was no ignoring her. She just waltzed in, perky as could be, and proceeded to take all my stuff. Truth is, she still lays claim to all of my toys - I no longer have any, not even the two little toy dogs my lady gave me after she'd been in the hospital - my reward for good behavior in her absence.

But Spooky and I get along okay now -- all due to my efforts, I might add. I ignore the toys. I also ignore her most the time, but sometimes I do deign to play with the little thief. I have to admit, she can be quite a pleasant playmate.

Together we can raise quite a ruckus when we decide to call attention to trespassers on our property. Some people and dogs and squirrels just don't seem to realize that our property includes the streets in front and back as well as the yards beyond those streets. I could do the protection job myself, but I look at it like this: one day I'll want to retire, so it's my duty to train the youngster.

Her training is progressing nicely. I wouldn't say she's a particularly fast learner; it's more like I'm a great teacher.

WoofDah! She's one lucky dog!

Tinker

Uh oh...

Uh oh...now I have done it. My people finally let me stay out when they left the house and I just could not resist and scratched the carpet on the landing again. Why oh why do I do it? I know I am not supposed to. I could tell the moment they walked in the door that they were VERY UPSET. I dutifully hung my head and tail in apology, but to no avail. I was banished to my kennel. I love my kennel, unless I am being sent there. I wonder when I can go upstairs again. I know they'll hate me forever. If I had only known they would not have been gone forever I would have found something less conspicuous to do. Heck, I should have nabbed one of the donuts off the counter, I bet they would not have even noticed that! Gotta go, I hear them coming.....

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Copper

My New Family

This is me (Spooky) and my sister (Tinker) and my old bald headed human. This is taken in the room at the store where I spend a lot of time.


I was very surprised when Tinky started a blog and even more surprised when she asked me to write in. I'm not an expert on anything, but maybe you'd like a little background on me as a way of introduction.

I come from the Wadena area. One Saturday morning, my mother's human hauled my littermates and me to a flea market, where she sold us. I've not seen any of my first family since. I guess now we're spread out all over, but that's pretty normal for us dogs and we can't really complain about it.

My mother named me Sheila after a great-great-great-great aunt who was an Australian Blue Heeler. Thank the Big Dog there is no resemblance as most of that is bred out of me. I consider myself a Pom, you understand, and never had much time for Blue Heelers. They're just a bunch of pests. Of course, nobody calls me Sheila. We live in a human world, and as you know, humans have no idea what our real names are.

Anyway, at the flea market, a woman from New York Mills bought me. Things were looking pretty good. She got me a little collar with little paw prints on it and gave me a name of some kind, but I don't remember it. I was only just weaned, you see, a little pup, and well, the whole thing didn't last long.

She got sick and had to have surgery. Her mate didn't like me and wouldn't take care of me. He wanted a hound, I suppose. I don't have any use for hounds, either. They're nothing but a bunch of lazy bums lying around the porch all day, waiting for the chow bucket. A human would be lucky if they retrieved one or two ducks a year.

A guy named Dennis agreed to keep me for a month while my human healed up. That was a pretty good gig. He had a pug named Kisha, and I liked bugging her. She got pretty jealous of her toys and stashed all of her stuff, so I generally made do with old socks and such. I'm not complaining. The chow was good, and he'd even toss out a hot dog now and then. Dennis was a German, and I think his socks were so ripe from all the sauerkraut he ate.

Well, when the month was up, the woman hadn't healed too well. She had complications and agreed to let me go if Dennis could find me a good home. He put me in a box and hauled me up to Greenbush. Doggies! That is the middle of nowhere!

He handed me over to an old bald-headed human who had a grocery store. Don't ask me how it happened but we bonded right off the bat, and I knew I was home. Every dog needs a human and though he wasn't much to look at, he was better that nothing and I was determined to train him.

This human had an old dog named Spike who was not one bit fond of me. I ran circles around him and had a ball teasing him, but he learned to ignore me and we got along fine. That evening I met Tinkie, my new sister, who was not one bit fond of me, either. My human's human was friendly but I was leery of her for a while. But everything worked out and we became a family.

The very next day began the daily routine of going to work at the grocery store, a half mile walk in the forenoon, and a half mile walk in the afternoon. We meet people, kids, and dogs. It's been a great life so far.

My human's human named me Spooky for some reason. I'm a Pom through and through and I don't think I'm scary, but what the heck? I have to answer to something.

Woof Dah.

Spooky
FMK

Hooch and the Pooch?

Hooch and Pooch

What an outrage.   Who could ever consider having a respectable dog relegated to such a duty as carrying around a keg of liquor.  I am proud to say that this would never happen to me, my people just love and respect me too much.    They would never consider hanging a barrel of brandy around my neck!

Wait a minute, time to BARK.  Someone is at the door!!!  Oh, a new package for Dad.   I wonder, I wonder, I wonder….   Oh what could it possibly be…  Maybe a new toy for me or a leash or some fancy treat.

Oh, oh, oh!!!   They are all looking at me and waving a box around!!  It is for me!  Open it!  Open it!!!  OPEN IT!

Ok, I can see it now, it is small…..  ok…  wooden..   hey… it is a little wooden barrrel?   Is that a Keg?   Oh s^%t…   Time to run and hide.   Sometimes I really hate my people…

Ain’t that the truth

Rainy Days

This is me (Tinker) trying to keep my person tidy, washing her hand.







Today is rainy and I really despise wet weather. I know some canines don't mind these kinds of days, including Sissy (also known as Spooky). Baths, I don't mind, but miserably wet days, yuck.

I don't think my person is too crazy about rainy days either, but I don't know why she should mind. After all, she isn't as fastidious as I am and actually does her "duties" inside. Can you imagine? I do like her, but she's never actually been trained. Even on nice days, she goes in the bathroom. Now, I ask you, why would a BATHroom be for anything but baths? Sometimes people are just incomprehensible! Lovable, but incomprehensible.

So there she goes, muttering about a rainy day when I'm the one who correctly goes outdoors to duty, no matter what the weather!

And I am a Sunbeam Dog. That's what my person calls me on sunny days, because in the mornings, I like to climb up on the back of the sofa and stretch out in the sun. No, I haven't caught the tanning fever that most people seem to catch every summer. I'm not sunning for a tan; unlike people, I'm too modest to strip off my coat and flaunt my bare body. I get in the window and lay in the sun because the sunbeams make me warm and cozy and happy.

Today I'm not happy - a rainy day, no sunbeams - I think I'll go behind the sofa and pout.

Woofdah!
Tinker

Copper talks

Well, I have to say, after all these years it is nice to finally have a voice.  Don’t get me wrong, I sing when my boys get home from school and I hollar at the top of my bark when someone approaches the door.  Sure, there is that.  But now I have more, I can finally share my thoughts with you.

I am affectionately known as Yellow Dog.  I am not sure why but it might have something to do with the color of my fur.   Either that or my total fear of being left alone.  I prefer to think the former.  

I do enjoy a good treat and love to go on car rides, especially to get Gray from school.    I love to play but my favorite pastime is a good nap.    But I am ready at any time for the smallest table scrap or a treat.   I am just that kind of dog.

Greetings to all my four-legged friends

I'm Tinker and I'm inviting you to come blog with me. You want to join the fun? Just email my person snookyk@gmail.com to become a member.


Hi to my four-legged friends!

I've begun this blog just for us. Our people are forever blogging or otherwise sharing their views. It is time we also share our own unique perspectives.

So here it is - our blogspot. Although you will have to use your person's email to log in to blog, please do not let your people add their opinions - this is just for the canine bunch.

And I'd like to see photos of all of you. Do you know how to post those?

If you'd like to blog here, but haven't received an invitation, you'll need to request permission from my person. She's taking care of all of that for me; I'm too busy planning my posts to be distracted by the technicalities - and after all, isn't taking care of us their job?



Woofdah!

Tinker
(Snooky)