Friday, March 20, 2009

Squeaky Balls

Mommy and Daddy won't let me play with them all the time because I like to do this for hours....

Friday, February 13, 2009

Snow, Snow


Snow, snow go away
Or Mommy won’t take me on my walk today
If you must, drop a bunch
So I can play with you at lunch

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Another Trip?

I think Mommy and Daddy are going somewhere again. They're definitely up to something. Last night, Daddy cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms and Mommy dusted the living room. That almost never happens on the weeknights!! I've gotta find a way to go with them. Since they're taking the big suitcase this time, maybe I can try this...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

What a weekend! My brain hurts, my neck hurts, and all 4 legs are killing me! Mommy and Daddy kept complaining about the need for a built-in bookshelf. I didn't know what they were talking about, so I googled it. They helped a little, but it was like pulling teeth to get them to slap on a coat of primer. I would've done it, but I was so tired from climbing up the ladder all day and my paws needed a rest!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bug Bite

It's been unseasonably warm here (or at least that's what I keep hearing on tv) for a while now. I prefer the cold, but I get more walks when its warm.

Anyway, is it me or are there more bugs out when it's warm? I don't know how I got it, but some little bugger bit me right on the top of my shoulder and I can't seem to scratch at it enough!

Mommy gave me a good back scratch this morning, so maybe I just need to stick to her like glue until these bites stop driving me crazy!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

Louie Louie

Mommy and Daddy took me to the elementary school down the road to play with Boomer. I loved it. Boom and I ran and ran, chased a bumper, sometimes retrieved the bumper, and rolled around in the mud. We finally pooped out and were ready to go. We started walking towards the gate when a man and his dog, Louie, showed up.

The man said Louie was friendly. We greeted each other, followed by a second wind of romping. Boomer was too tired to keep up, so I had Louie all to myself. Louie was a good looking fellow with wavy curls of black and white. I asked him what his nationality was and he said he was a water dog from Portugal. I've never heard of that place before, so I looked it up. After all I read, I wouldn't mind having one for a brother!