It is spring

My walks have been great lately. Man there are smells to sniff and great things to roll in. I wonder where all these smells have been. But after I enjoy rolling around the humans tell me I am a dirty dog. It's great fun, they don't know what there missing.
I have trained all the humans at work to give me yummies when I get back from my walks. Turkey, roast beef, raw meat and sometimes cheese. I really like cheese.
Some of my little people friends have gotten to wild for me. I am glad to see them but they are a little to rambuctious for little ole me. I am learning to stay away from them.
I like most of the humans that come to the store some days. I don't know their human names but I know them. Some give really good pets and scratch my belly.
My human is talking about visiting my doctor. I wonder what that is about.
I really do live a dogs life. How could it get any better?

Birthday Weekend

What a weekend!  My human's mother had a birthday - I can't BELIEVE how long they live! Woof, in dog years she'd be way over 600 years old!  Woof Dah! Anyway, there was a big party for her, and I wasn't invited!  Still, I have to say that, although it is always a trial to be separated from my human for several hours, I really didn't want to be at that party.

We had ten people staying at our house during the weekend and that involved navigating among quite enough feet, shoes, and legs. It would have been worse at the party.  Dodging here and dodging there, always on the lookout for a big foot descending to squash you isn't exactly restful. 

Still, extra people and an extra dog in the house did make for an exciting weekend.  Nothing like a change of routine to invigorate a body. I was so invigorated I collapsed into an hours long nap after they left. And what a glorious bonanza of treats and sweets to be found.  Don't see that kind of variety when we don't have a houseful of people!

In a way, I do feel I should have braved the party, though.  My human's mom is a great lady.  I see her many times a week.  When we take a break from the job, we often go to her apartment for a couple of minutes.  It's a wonderful place to go.

I like how she sits with her legs crossed and her foot just high enough off the floor so I can stand under it.  The she visits and moves her foot so it scratches my back. She sweet talks me and usually gives me a treat.  I really like the small piece of summer sausage that she often finds for me -- and sometimes she sneaks a morsel of chocolate to me, as well! 

Yes, I should have gone to the party to help celebrate her birthday, but it wasn't my decision to make. Anyway, she's nice and she understands a dog's life.

No Rest for the Weekend

You ever have one of those weekends where you can't wait to get back to work so you can get some rest? 

Well, as you probably know I go to work during the week with my human.  She works in an office and I am stationed under her desk, ever wary, of course, for people who may get too close to my human.  I spend the day protecting her.  Many days it isn't terribly restful, yet it will seem blissfully calm after this weekend. 

My human and the other person who lives here decided to do some carpentry on Saturday, and the project ran into Sunday.  I don't think they're very good at it, but they make a lot of noise - hammers, saws, pounding things, wrecking things.  I saw them tear down a wall this time!  It never seems like much of an improvement when they do one of their "projects," but the noise they make, why, you can't get away from it!  And you don't want to get in the way, when they get going with something like this, squashed underfoot or bonked with falling debris are definite possiblities.  It was awful, but by Sunday evening the humans ran out of steam or maybe just gave up.  Anyway, they settled down to a quiet Sunday evening with books or movies or something.

Thing is, with the door open to carry the wreckage out, a couple of stinkin' flies came in.  I just hate those critters!  They like to buzz around your ears, you know, and it drives me crazy!  So when I might have had a chance to rest this evening, I had to be chasing flies.

As if that wasn't enough, the church across the street had an "Underground Church" youth activity this evening.  That's where the kids try to get from Point A to Point B without getting caught.  Point B, their destination, was the church across the street from us.  Well, I had to keep my eyes and ears open, so I could bark at goofy kids running and sneaking around in our yard trying to get to the church without being caught.

The kiddies were done early, the humans were done in even earlier, and the flies finally settled down, too.  So now I can get a little rest.

But, woof dah!  It'll be good to get back to work!

Back to Sunbeamin'

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!

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.

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

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).