I Want My Own Plane

Hey, guys, did you see on the news that Bo got to go to Maine on vacation with his family? The family, of course, is the First Family of the land. Did you notice the poor thing is named Bo, which are the initials of Barak Obama? Using that naming system, I'd be Edsuk. WoofDah! But that would be better than what Spooky's name would be. Lets not even go there.

Anyway, I sort of mis-spoke in the first line of this blog entry. Bo didn't actually go with his family. He is in Maine with them, but he went on his own plane! That's right, on his own smaller jet. How big? Not sure, but apparently smaller than Air Force One. As big as Air Force One is, they mustn't have had room for Bo.

Well, I've been petitioning my humans for a car of my own. Yeah, I know, I can't drive -- too short -- but Bo can't fly, either. He has a pilot, so why can't I have a driver?

My humans have been saying that dogs can't have cars because Obama has been saying we all must sacrifice, tighten our collars, and give up stuff. Really? I gotta give up my car, but Bo can have a plane of his own? That doesn't seem fair to me. My car would cost less and the gas to get where I want to go would certainly cost less than aviation fuel.

I'm not a political animal, but WoofDah, does this seem fair to you?

Dog possessions

A dog owns nothing, yet is seldom unsatisfied. This is a quote by a human, but it is true. Usually all we dogs want is food, water, a little love, a little attention. People could take a lesson from this. But will they? Unlikely. Their loss.

Woofdah!

Tinker

Time to Shine

My buddy Razor left this weekend and will be gone for the next couple of weeks. Before he left he was a bit unBearable (pun intended) at times, running around with his tail high, Frisbee in his mouth, and an attitude. He is a good dog, but he not afraid to exercise his dominance. That and he thinks he is pretty handsome too. The bottom line, Rowdy, Blu and I are all real glad to get a break from him, especially since we get more time with Mom, Dad and the kids. But, not all is perfect. You see, I heard that Razor has left for a while to go on tour! Or something like that. I overheard things like "show", "champion", "breeder", "stud".

"Sheeeeeesh! What a load!"

Do you have any idea what kind of ego Razor will have after a week of that kind of talk! We plan to enjoy our peace while it lasts!

Bear

Tinky's advice to her friends

I just want to share with you a quotation from Fran Lebowitz that I think is very wise:

"If you are a dog and your owner suggests you wear a sweater, suggest that he wear a tail."

My person has never suggested a sweater but a hoodie does feel good in these North Country winters for which I am ill clothed. I also like to be snugged into her jacket with her when the temperatures drop -- but no sweaters!

I am a working Dog

I am a store dog and I go to work just about every day with the human I adopted. It’s a great job. I am on duty on till 9 AM. Humans come looking to buy milk and bread. I greet every one of them with my tail wagging. These humans don’t know I am just looking for a pet or maybe my belly rubbed. Some humans put me in the grocery cart. I don’t like that.
I really like little people. They are happy to see me. Some of them even ask where I am. I get pets and belly rubs and I like to lick them all over. It is a good time for me.
I have my human train to go for a walk two times every day, well not every day. Some days my human tells me we don’t have time to visit all my friends in the neighborhood. But on the days when we walk and get back to the store, I know a couple of humans who I can beg great treats from. Those humans have some wonderful turkey, hamburger, beef and some days I can even beg some cheese.
They think I have to be bribed to back to that janitor’s closet. Oh well, I get those great treats but don’t tell them I need a nap after playing in the park!

Old Dog

I am an old dog. Enough about new tricks and all that. Growing old has been tough with creaking joints, failing eyesight, and the seemingly endless stream of new dogs in my house. Are they trying to replace me already? Age is tough. How old am I you ask? Well, I am soon going to be 87 years old. In human years that is 16. Speaking of humans, why do they always try to make me older then I am? I hear "Wow, 16 ... that is 112 dog years". Please, why do they want to make me older then I already am? I mean, isn't 87 enough? I have seen a lot, and age does come with its perks of course, like sleeping on the bedroom floor each night instead of outside. That and the human food that my owners slip to me when they believe the other is not watching. It is funny, I can sneak a bite or two from Mom, and then a few minutes later hit up Dad for a few more treats. They are none the wiser, and I am not saying anything. I really like to follow the little red head around when he had food, often with good results. But enough rambling for now, I am old and tired. I don't see well, I move slowly, and I sleep a lot. I AM 87!

Oh, and I know one thing. My humans hold a very special place for me in their hearts. They joke about my age and health, but that is only to cushion the thought of the inevitable. I will miss them too of course, but I am looking forward to playing with my best friend Kit again.

Bear