June 2010
2 posts
Hmm... a correction...
The people from Three Dog Bakery notified my boy Bill that there was a mistake in the announcement and we actually won FIRST PLACE instead of second and a $75 box of dog yummies.
How amazing is that??
Trying to be modest here...
But my boy Bill was informed today that I have won Second Prize in a national contest sponsored by Three Dog Bakery. He won’t tell me what the prize is, but I’m seeing bakery in the name of the place!
I’ll let you know later.
My boy Bill and I are pretty tight.
May 2010
1 post
My boy is back from the hospital
And I am really glad. I came in and there was this strange thing sitting on the couch with a huge balloon nose and it turned out to be him with some sort of mask to help him breathe better, I guess. Anyway, I jumped all over him and I’m glad he’s home and I’m not going to let him out of my sight ever again. Now he and I are both relaxing for the first time in a couple of weeks...
April 2010
4 posts
@Myfirstworldproblems
Thank you for following me. I stop and pee a lot but we’ll have a good time.
My boy Bill is at it again...
This time he’s getting together a bunch of people and has formed Sunflower Seeds Without A Trace (SSWAT). The idea is that they’ll sneak into public flower plots, or even in people’s flower and vegetable gardens and plant sunflower seeds. They figure people smile when they see sunflowers blooming and he and his friends will smile knowing they’ve done a little prank where they can see the...
March 2010
36 posts
Uh oh...
My friend Baxter has to take Lyme Disease medicine every day for a month. His boy couldn’t get him to take the pill so he hid it in peanut butter, so Baxter ate the pill. But apparently during the night Baxter wanted a snack. Unfortunately he found his heartworm pills, which smell like chicken and decided maybe he should give them a chance if pills taste so good and ate the whole box. ...
My boy got me a ball in a ball...
Usually he surprises me when he goes shopping and the little wimpy toys he buys me have squeakers in them and he KNOWS how much I hate squeakers. So I tear up the toys to get the squeakers out and then the whole deal is pretty well shot and there’s fuzzy stuff all over the floor. He’s started putting that outside for birds to make nests with. Well today he gave me a hard rubber ball...
Have I told you how much I don't like Mr. Pinchy?
My boy Bill has this thing he calls Mr. Pinchy, a long stick with a squeeze handle on one end and two grabbers on the other and he squeezes the handle and grabs my tail! I don’t have much of a tail to begin with and I don’t like Mr. Pinchy grabbing it. I have to tuck my butt down and run off and my boy thinks that’s hilarious and he and Mr. Pinchy chase me all over the...
Miss me?
It’s been really nice outside so I haven’t been inside much and when I have been, I’ve been pestering my boy Bill to go back outside. I hope winter is really over. I got to go to church today. I didn’t get to go IN but I got to go for a ride in the car there and back home and it’s a long way and lots of different smells come in my window. People stuck their hand in and patted me. When...
I got my ball back already!
Mr. Chad from across the road was going down to the stream with his little girl Lily and they both had big boots on so my boy Bill hollered and asked him if he could get my ball out and he did! While he was getting it out, I threw another one in, I was so excited. He got that one too and threw it onto the deck where I couldn’t get it and do it again. rerf
Little Lily is not so little any...
Phooey, I threw my new ball in the drink :-(
My boy got me a new ball yesterday with a handle on it so when he’s not throwing it to me, I can grab the handle with my teeth and throw it and chase it. (I have fingers, but that’s a story for another time) So what did I do? Threw it into the stream! And it’s frustrating because I CAN SEE IT DOWN THERE. I think I can get it. When he’s not looking I’m going to...
We're baaaaackk.
We had a nice trip to the country and back today. My boy forgot to bring my bag, which had my collar and leash and water in it, so I had to stay in the car mostly. I got to get out to pee a couple of times. Once he said it was at a place where dead people were so I hurried up and got back in the car. It was a really nice day and he kept my window halfway down so I could get all the new...
My boy and I are taking a road trip tomorrow
I am glad. I am really bored from staying inside for a week while it’s been raining. My boy is happy because he knows we’re he’s going to get some good food. Uncle Jason doesn’t know what to think of my blog and Facebook page. He doesn’t know my boy had to clip my toenails last night because they were getting caught between the keyboard keys. That’s a dog...
It's still raining
I did manage to get out before it started up again to do what I needed to do. My boy got the newspaper and said it must be going to be a better day tomorrow because he was able to walk to the end of the driveway and back. It’s been really hard for him with all the rain. He has some other problems I don’t understand. His shoulder and his hands hurt. I think it must be from writing...
We have a flood warning issued for our area until about daylight tomorrow morning. It probably won’t be a problem here. My boy Bill about pee’d himself when the alarms went off. He was running around and couldn’t figure out what was going on. He’s pretty funny sometimes. I keep my head turned so he can’t see me laughing.
Hm. I think I have this fixed up so that when I post this on tumblr, it will post at the same time on facebook. I’m so clever. I’m not going to show my boy how I did that. HAH It’s still raining here. I haven’t gone out long enough to do number 2 since yesterday morning and I’ve been eating well. My boy is afraid I’m going to explode. I don’t like...
Not the best day. It’s been raining about all day. I don’t like the rain much. I don’t like getting wet much. My boy won’t come out in the rain to play ball with me and I don’t want to linger long doing my numbers (1 and 2). I do like getting toweled off when I come back in. So I have saved up energy and I’m bored. Fortunately for him I’m not a real...
Another family member. I hope this isn’t boring. This is my nephew Rudy. He lives with his Girl Cindy, who is my Boy Bill’s daughter. Got that? Anyway, he’s in Arkansas. Rudy is a lot of fun. I have to watch what I say, though. Rudy’s a “short dog”, a Corgi, which I think means midget in Welsh but we don’t talk about it. He’s just...
So I have a little gas now and then... So what?
If you look at the “Cons” part of “Pros and Cons” for dog breeds, it says that we Boston Terriers are known for “snoring, snorting, and farting”. And I can do all three at the same time! So my boy shouldn’t have been surprised. I like to lay on top of his desk chair and fart in his ear. He fans me and says “You’re rotten!” a few...
My boy Bill went to the movies today...
And I had to stay home. He passed on my best “are you gonna leave me here all by myself” face. He didn’t even leave the TV on! Usually he’ll leave Nick or Animal Planet up for me. He said he was going to a Disney movie. I have no idea what a Disney movie is. I’ve never been to a movie! Maybe he’ll take me to the drive-in this summer.
So I had to spend...
Should I be concerned?
I just looked over my shoulder and there are a bunch more people following me. I hope they remembered zip lock baggies, and remember that I make frequent stops. They get their news from newspapers, I get mine from trees and fire hydrants.
Anyway, welcome to TheMoosh (funny name), Karlaakins, Enderrocket, and Camnesiac. We get lots of snacks but you have to beg cute.
Sophie
My better than best dog friend ever was Sophie, and I don’t get over to play with her much anymore. This is what she looks like and this is something she would do and say. Her mom says Sophie can be a little bratty. Sophie gets it from her mom, if you ask me. Sophie also doesn’t share her toys very well. She can carry about all of her toys in her mouth at the same time. If you can’t read...
My boy has had a tough day
After he fixed me up with this tumblog thing lots of people told him I should be on Facebook too, so he spent a good portion of his day taking care of that. And he missed his movie and he didn’t get to take me out to play as much as I wanted and then he wouldn’t share his piece of fried chicken with me. Said it was bad for me. So? He eats lots of stuff that is bad for him!
As it turns out, I...
A word about designer dogs....
Actually three words: DON’T DO IT. While some dogs pick up the best of both parents, some don’t. And some of the results can be a little…well … strange. My Aunt Edna is embarrassed to show up at family gatherings and can almost never find anybody who waxes dogs ears… I think one of her parents was a long-haird dachsund. I don’t mean to sound racist but the...
Followers from three more countries: ...
One is from Finland, one from England/Israel, and one from Brooklyn/Washington, DC, which as anybody knows DC is full of more strange characters than any Star Wars movie ever has been. And you think you’re tough? The young woman from London decided a year ago she was going to move to Israel, where she basically knew nobody, and tomorrow may be the final step in her citizenship approval!
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Woot! More new followers!
Normally I say woof but woot sounds so je ne sais pas or something. Anyway, welcome to Nolagrrlinnyc, Itiswellwithmysoul, Julie911, Ladykara, WhomshallIfear, and Verboseannalise. Did you bring any toys?
Hey! I can't follow people!
Since I’m on my boy Bill’s account, I can’t follow people. Maybe he did that so’s I wouldn’t jump up and get muddy paw prints on somebody. I’ll have to work on that. We have a regular battle of wills around here.
This is my winter coat. When I see it I know we’re about to go someplace in the car and I get so excited that it’s hard for him to get...
@chelsealyn is following me!
My boy didn’t explain to me what a follower was. I thought she was a stalker! She says she lives in the Big Apple, so maybe she’s a worm. I dunno.
Yoo hoo...Jake here
People have been telling me for awhile I should have my own space here where I can give MY side of my adventures. Sometimes I think my boy Bill exaggerates or leaves things out. He means well. In fact, I may have to ask his help. I snuck this blog onto his account and I can’t figure out how to post anymore stuff. I’ll work on that.
I am pretty cute. This is me peeking out from...