Hey! Yah!
We've had so many days of overcast skies or rain. So many! But today we have beautiful sunshine coming in through the window, and I'm home for the morning. We don't go to work until afternoon, so I'm a sunbeam dog again!
Oh, how great! Sun shining in through my window. Just layin' around in the sunshine, warming my increasingly hairless body, which needs a little warming
Oh, did I tell you - my person has been asking me if I'm trying to become a Chihuahua. Imagine that! Okay, so clumps of hair are dropping out. My person brushes out piles of hair and still finds clumps around the house. That doesn't mean I'll shed down to bare skin like one of the humans in this house did. (And then left it at that and didn't grown a replacement!)
On the contrary, I'm clearing space for my new winter coat. It'll be here soon, but most likely it'll be later than comfort would dictate, as usual. I'm not worried, though, as my person has a "doggie bag" she stuffs me to keep me warm, and when all else fails I get to share her coat, stuffed in right next to her.
WoofDah! It's a dog's life!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I am still getting my walks twice a day. Some times my human forgets about me and we are late in going. However, he finally remembers me and we are off.
The weather is changing and it has been raining a lot. I do not mind the rain and getting wet, but when get back to the store those other humans always tell me I look awful. The hamburger guy told me I look like a drowned rat; the other one told me I was a dirty and a mess. Hey, I had fun and they still gave me my treat. You never know what you can beg from those humans. It is usually very good. I don’t turn many of their yummies down.
But then my favorite human takes a towel to me and I DON’T LIKE THAT!
What’s the deal? I will dry off eventually. All the humans tell me my hair is great after a rainy walk. I don’t think I have heard them say anything about my human’s hair.
I have found some new friends at work. They are good for many good pets. I love being petted. I really like little people. Some of them are scared of me. But I promise to be a good girl. I think they will become my friends.
I don’t see one human often. But when he comes I have to go to the apartment. He really likes me but I wish I didn’t have to go in there. Maybe I will mature and the humans will let me stay in the warehouse. I don’t know maybe it might be another belly scratch.
The weather is changing and it has been raining a lot. I do not mind the rain and getting wet, but when get back to the store those other humans always tell me I look awful. The hamburger guy told me I look like a drowned rat; the other one told me I was a dirty and a mess. Hey, I had fun and they still gave me my treat. You never know what you can beg from those humans. It is usually very good. I don’t turn many of their yummies down.
But then my favorite human takes a towel to me and I DON’T LIKE THAT!
What’s the deal? I will dry off eventually. All the humans tell me my hair is great after a rainy walk. I don’t think I have heard them say anything about my human’s hair.
I have found some new friends at work. They are good for many good pets. I love being petted. I really like little people. Some of them are scared of me. But I promise to be a good girl. I think they will become my friends.
I don’t see one human often. But when he comes I have to go to the apartment. He really likes me but I wish I didn’t have to go in there. Maybe I will mature and the humans will let me stay in the warehouse. I don’t know maybe it might be another belly scratch.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Champion? Best in Show? Are you kidding me?
It has been a tough couple of weeks. Razor returned from his latest tour, something about participating in dog shows, and he seemed even more full of himself then normal. I did not think it was possible. We all thought it was Razor being Razor, but then our world was rocked. On the refrigerator was a nice big picture of Razor from his latest competition standing next to a placard for Best in Show. Good grief, we all thought it was crazy for him to take 1st place in his breed, but Best in Show? Ugggh. I don't know if Rowdy, Blu and I are going to be able to take it!
-Bear
-Bear
Talk About Me Like a Dog
My human had the TV turned on and I heard the President of the United States say, "They talk about me like a dog." It sounded like he didn't like it. What did he mean anyway?
People talk about me like a dog all the time. Right in front of me, as though they think I can't understand. Like anyone else, I don't like being talked about in my presence as if I wasn't there. That part is irritating. But the president didn't say they talk about him as if he wasn't there; he said they talk about me like I'm a dog.
When people talk about me, they say things like, "Oh, she's so cute. What kind is she? Oh, isn't she just sweet? She's so pretty." Who could object to that? Also, it's difficult for me to imagine people are saying the president is cute, sweet, or pretty. No, that can't be it.
My human answers the comments about me with things like, "Thank you, she's a Pom. She's spoiled. My baby. Don't try to touch her, she's waaay protective and will growl and snap." Do you think they're saying the president is spoiled, a baby, and will growl and snap? Hmmm, maybe but seems to me, if anything, the "dog" comment was more about whining. I hardly ever do that, but some dogs do, I guess.
I wonder -- How does the president and his family talk about their dog, Bo? Must not be good if it makes the president unhappy to be talked about like a dog.
I may not have my own airplane like Bo, but my human talks nice to me and about me. I'm her little darling -- that's better than having a plane (I think).
People talk about me like a dog all the time. Right in front of me, as though they think I can't understand. Like anyone else, I don't like being talked about in my presence as if I wasn't there. That part is irritating. But the president didn't say they talk about him as if he wasn't there; he said they talk about me like I'm a dog.
When people talk about me, they say things like, "Oh, she's so cute. What kind is she? Oh, isn't she just sweet? She's so pretty." Who could object to that? Also, it's difficult for me to imagine people are saying the president is cute, sweet, or pretty. No, that can't be it.
My human answers the comments about me with things like, "Thank you, she's a Pom. She's spoiled. My baby. Don't try to touch her, she's waaay protective and will growl and snap." Do you think they're saying the president is spoiled, a baby, and will growl and snap? Hmmm, maybe but seems to me, if anything, the "dog" comment was more about whining. I hardly ever do that, but some dogs do, I guess.
I wonder -- How does the president and his family talk about their dog, Bo? Must not be good if it makes the president unhappy to be talked about like a dog.
I may not have my own airplane like Bo, but my human talks nice to me and about me. I'm her little darling -- that's better than having a plane (I think).
Monday, August 16, 2010
Cabin in the Woods
On Sunday afternoon, Spook and I and our humans drove out to our cabin in the woods. It was quite cool and misty so they said the mosquitoes would be damped down, but when we got there mosquitoes greeted us as soon as my human opened the door. Didn't bother me much, and it seemed the humans were okay with it, too, so I guess the skeets were mostly damped down.
Even so, this trip was short and not-so-sweet. At least not sweet for Spook and me. Our peeps had brought pistols and targets and I guess they had fun, but Spooks and I HATE the shooting. It hurts our ears so we hide in the truck or the camper. Our peeps wear ear protection so it doesn't seem to bother their ears.
We soon came home again, but not soon enough for us canine types. Still, we don't want to be left home, so next time they take their guns and shooting paraphernalia, we'll be ready to go.
Even so, this trip was short and not-so-sweet. At least not sweet for Spook and me. Our peeps had brought pistols and targets and I guess they had fun, but Spooks and I HATE the shooting. It hurts our ears so we hide in the truck or the camper. Our peeps wear ear protection so it doesn't seem to bother their ears.
We soon came home again, but not soon enough for us canine types. Still, we don't want to be left home, so next time they take their guns and shooting paraphernalia, we'll be ready to go.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
MacDonalds
On Saturday, Spooky and I and our humans made a trip to Grand Forks. On the way we made a quick stop at Sherack to take some pictures. Not much there but a couple old grain elevators and a house. I'm guessing three people may be the entire population of the burg.
So why did they want pictures of the little bump in the road? They were talking about a poem my person had written back in about 1998. That's waaay before I was born! Anyway, it seems they wanted photos to go with that poem. Silliness. If it doesn't feed you, pet you, or let you out, well, in my opinion, it isn't good for much.
After they got their photos, we went on to Grand Forks where they go in and out of buildings like chickens. Spook and I get to sit in the vehicle whenever the peeps decide to go into a building. There is only one store they take us into in GF -- it's the one where they get collars, leashes, and such -- oh, and usually some exotic treats we've never seen before. That's fun! There are other customers with dogs and pets, so it can be exciting. And the things to smell! That is heavenly.
But this trip, they didn't stop at that store, so Spook and I spent the time in the truck. It was fun, though. The weather was just right for it - not too hot and not too cold. While our humans go into buildings, we canines check out all the people going to and fro and bark them away from our truck. Our humans have no idea how hard we work at that while they go trippin' around like they haven't a care in the world. Well, they always have a pat and a few words for us when they get back. Never a thank you, though, I've noticed. Oh, well, we do enjoy the job.
I get so nervous when we get to GF, because I just want to go to McDonalds. They always make me wait and wait. I was sure this time they had forgotten, but finally they stopped at McDonalds for me. Spook isn't very interested in Macs, so when they go there, it is just for me! Makes me feel so special, not to mention full of lip smackin' Macs. Ah, yes, worth the trip!
So why did they want pictures of the little bump in the road? They were talking about a poem my person had written back in about 1998. That's waaay before I was born! Anyway, it seems they wanted photos to go with that poem. Silliness. If it doesn't feed you, pet you, or let you out, well, in my opinion, it isn't good for much.
After they got their photos, we went on to Grand Forks where they go in and out of buildings like chickens. Spook and I get to sit in the vehicle whenever the peeps decide to go into a building. There is only one store they take us into in GF -- it's the one where they get collars, leashes, and such -- oh, and usually some exotic treats we've never seen before. That's fun! There are other customers with dogs and pets, so it can be exciting. And the things to smell! That is heavenly.
But this trip, they didn't stop at that store, so Spook and I spent the time in the truck. It was fun, though. The weather was just right for it - not too hot and not too cold. While our humans go into buildings, we canines check out all the people going to and fro and bark them away from our truck. Our humans have no idea how hard we work at that while they go trippin' around like they haven't a care in the world. Well, they always have a pat and a few words for us when they get back. Never a thank you, though, I've noticed. Oh, well, we do enjoy the job.
I get so nervous when we get to GF, because I just want to go to McDonalds. They always make me wait and wait. I was sure this time they had forgotten, but finally they stopped at McDonalds for me. Spook isn't very interested in Macs, so when they go there, it is just for me! Makes me feel so special, not to mention full of lip smackin' Macs. Ah, yes, worth the trip!
Monday, August 2, 2010
On the road... Again
Well Razor is on another tour, and I am worried that he is going to return with a serious attitude. He is spending his week in Fargo and then onto another dog show in Bismark. We thought it was bad when he got back from Duluth with a 1st place finish (3rd overall), but any more of this and he will be completely unBearable! It isn't all bad, with the "big dog" out of the picture, Rowdy, Blu and myself are able to stay in the house. The A/C is pretty sweet when it is hot and humid, plus we seem to get more opportunities for a snack or two. Best of all, we are all able to pile on top of the family when they are watching the picture box, I think they call it a TV.
-Bear
-Bear
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