Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Anyway, Mom needed my help guarding these things from Snickers who kept trying to steal them. Here is a picture of me doing my "guard duty".......
That's Snickers on the left and the catnip pillows in the basket. Wait a minute.....what was Mom thinking putting me between the cat and the catnip??????
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Aren't these dog beds cute? And there is even a ramp to help older dogs to climb up on the bed. I hope Mom makes something from this pattern for me. And did you notice the model they used for these pictures?? Va-va-va-voom!!!
What were these guys thinking??? Who are they supposed to be, Little Lord Fauntleroy?? They will never again be able to show their faces at the dog park.
And a baby bunting?? You'd never catch me in one of those. And wearing a creepy matching hat too!! What is this world coming to?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Here is the Diego Dog video she made.......
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Rudy lives with Christine, Mike, Katie & Sydney. She is a wire hair Jack Russell. She looks different from our friend Lady who is smooth coated. Mom's friends told her that Jack Russells were very hyper dogs but both Rudy and Lady are very sweet girls.
Winston is a Yorkie. Winston lives with Nancy, Joe & Madison. He is very cute but Mom says he has been known to steal from ladies purses. He also likes to chew and keeps his family on their toes.I've never met my cousins but I told Mom that if she is ever mean to me I'm gonna run away and stay with them. How far away is Massachusetts anyway??
Monday, February 16, 2009
Don't you think she is perfect for Rocky? Oh well, as they say, I guess he's just not that into her.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Last night we all settled down for a nap. Rocky was laying at the bottom of the bed between Mom's feet. I was laying between Mom and Dad. Dad fell asleep so I climb up on his chest to get more comfy. I knew he couldn't yell at me to get off because he was out like a light. After circling a couple of times I settled down for a nice snooze.
All of a sudden.... this huge snort came out of Dad with a gust like a hurricane. I was lucky I wasn't blown to Timbuktu.
After that I went and curled up next to Rocky....better to be safe than comfy.
She knows I'd like to try to do agility but she said she can't run with me because she has a bad knee. It's too bad because it looks like fun. I think I could give my friend Tigger (see his picture below) a run for his money. Tigger is 3 time AKC Invitational Agility Champion. You may have seen him on TV. Rocky said he could care less about agility. He's glad he stayed home where it was warm.
Anyway, Mom goes off with her friends Sandy & Terri. Rocky & I weren't home alone long. Dad soon got home from work. A few hours later Mom got home. I was happy to see her but then......I saw her sweatshirt. It was covered with white papillon hair. Not mine, not Rocky's. GADS.....she was holding another dog. After a few minutes of sniffing I realize I know who's been resting in my Mom's arms.....BLING!! So, Tigger's little brother knows a papillon pushover when he sees one. Grrrrrrrr.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I don't like them. They sneak up and eat out of Rocky and my food bowls. I run and bark at them but they just look at me with evil eyes. Sometimes they take a swipe at me and that hurts.
They sit by the deck door and watch the birds eat from Mom's bird feeders. I bet if they could get out there they'd eat the bird's food too. They do nothing but eat and sleep. Oh yeah and sometimes they make awful noises that Mom says are because of something called fur balls. GROSS!! They are totally gross animals. Nothing like a dog.
Dad has one he calls Snickers. Mom & Dad say Snickers thinks he's a dog. HE WISHES!!!! I get so mad when Dad picks him up and holds him like he's a baby. I try to jump up on Dad's lap so he will put Snickers down. He does but then he picks me up and wants me to give him a kiss. So, I just lick his ear and he's lucky I do that because......I'M NOT A KISSY DOG.
Rocky is still out. He likes to wander around the yard and checks out EVERYTHING. Mom is getting tired of waiting for him so she yells "Rocky. Come Rocky". Sometimes he comes right away but sometimes he totally ignores her. He comes in and Mom gives him a treat too.