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

a dogs life cycle

a dog always starts out as a puppy (baby dog) is born from two adult dogs that are 1 female and 1 male they kiss and the female gets pregnant then the puppy is born and will start to have milk from the mother then when he or she is a kid they start to grow claws and there legs grow bigger

and start to eat dog food then they turn into a teenager and if there a big dog they will be medium size if there little they will still be the size of a kid then they turn into a adult

Copper

Copper always has something in common if it is his personality or if its from humans like he looks evil when he is tired and is yellow.Also he is fluffy has lots of fur has no hair on his belly.He also likes treats and has brown eyes.But there are names we call him like Banana or Yellow dog.Also he is called Original cop cop so you see Copper is very interesting.
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Garrett

Golf Ball Nonsense

My human has a thing about golf balls. It started when I was a pup. He had a couple of golf balls at the store and seemed to get quite a kick out of slinging them down an aisle for me to chase. I have to admit it was fun for a while, but I grew out of it. He didn't.

I learned I didn't have to chase the balls. I simply waited until they hit the end of the aisle and stopped. Then I'd grab the ball and take off with it. My old human seemed to like chasing me and taking the ball away to start all over again. Only a moron would keep on with something like that! I finally put a stop to that nonsense.

I could see he was disappointed, because he kept throwing those balls for quite a while before finally giving it up. When they adopt a human, some dogs tend to spoil them rotten, but that's not a good idea. If get by with a few things, sooner or later they'll expect the most outrageous nonsense. You gotta know when to stop them.

Somewhere around the middle of last summer, we began doing some walking around the golf course. One day my old human found a golf ball in the weeds and started bouncing it around as we made our way home. Oh, yeah, I know he was trying to rekindle my interest in the fool thing but I hung tough and he finally quit it.

One thing I'm grateful for, though, is that he didn't quit going to the golf course. I found I rather enjoy those walks as I frequently find good stuff to roll in.

Well, he started finding golf balls on a regular basis and really got into it. He kept a running total, and then began hoarding them in one of his mate's decorative tins. I don't think she's found out about that yet. You know what makes this really insane? He doesn't even play golf!

Last year he bragged about collecting 55 old golf balls; on his best day he found 11. He's tried to get me involved in his insanity, but I can't emphasize my refusal strongly enough. They have no scent, no taste, and they're uncomfortable in my mouth. And that's that, as far as I'm concerned.

Still, off to the golf course we go every Sunday morning. Last Sunday he found 18 balls, a personal best. Doggies! What bragging! Two were invalid, I'm thinking. One had a big chuck missing and another a big slash. He claimed he had to get rid of them, but I saw them go into his collection tin.

Yesterday was Saturday and he had the day off. Early in the morning we headed for the golf course. We found eight balls. There was a horrendous rain storm Saturday night, with thunder and lightning. But early Sunday we were again off to the golf course. We stopped at the cemetery so he could say hi to some pals. Can't say I blame him. I visit with Spike and Chippie sometimes since they are right here under a couple of trees. Well, we found four more balls, so the year-to-date total is 67 and May isn't gone yet. Doggies! What crowing!

All in all, I can't complain, the golf course is a wonderful place to walk even though we only go on the fringes. I haven't done any big bathroom duties out there yet. I suppose that would create some sort of riot, so I'll probably lay off that business.

Nearly all the squirrels who come to our yard to raid for peanuts and bird seed live on the golf course. We've made quite a game out of our daily chases, so I have some good pals out there.

Hmm, his pals are in the cemetery, mine on the golf course. I'll tell you this, my pals are more active than his!

Well, woof 'til next time.

Spooky

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Grandpas Dogs

If you see Grandpas dog he is spooky he kisses you alot and is little.He is in Greenbush with his sister Tinker.WOOF! WOOF! and Tinker and she protects Grandma.Tinker and Spooky are blond and like every dog crazy for treats drink water also they cuddle.
Made by:
Garrett,and thinking about Copper