Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
She begged me to please look at her, so I figured I'd give her one try to get the shot and that was it. I planned to get the heck out of there. If she got caught I was gonna pretend I didn't know her. I wasn't going to jail. I don't look good in stripes.
So, here is the photograph. I have to admit it came out great. Then again, with me for a model how can she go wrong?
NOTE: No animals or flowers were injured in the making of the above photo!!!!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Well, I think Mom has ESP because the other day she gave us a little piece of bologna instead of cheese. She started calling it "Diego Bologna". I was so happy!! I heard her tell Dad that she is calling the bologna "Diego Bologna". She must have though I ate a lot of it too because I also heard her tell him I was "full of it".
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
#8 Papillon - This deceptively cute, (I sure am) butterfly-eared dog is smarter, tougher, and stronger than it appears (it’s like the bionic dog). Often described as big dogs in little bodies, they have the athletic stamina to keep up on long walks, and the bravura of a canine ten times its size. The Papillon is a true companion and watchdog. Although they can be ferociously protective over what belongs to them, (Don't even think of touching my squeeky) their keen intelligence makes it possible to take them anywhere. (Did you hear that Mom? You can take me anywhere! Let's go!!) Let’s not forget they can be litter trained, (I don't know how I like that idea) a big plus.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I was so cold I was shivering. Mom finally wrapped me in a sweater she had. We hurried back to the car and left.
Friday, March 6, 2009
The other day we noticed a hole getting bigger at the back of the fence. We can look right into the next yard. Rocky keeps scratching at it to see if he can fit through it. I keep telling him it's not even big enough for me to fit through with my svelte, sexy bod. So, he'd never get through it. He's twice my size. Another place Rocky likes to go is under the old dog run that my afghan hound brothers and sisters used before they went to the rainbow bridge.
Mom doesn't like when we go to these places. She likes to be able to look out and see us.
So, look what happened when we got out there.......
She had Dad cover up the hole in the fence with a big square rock. Dad also blocked the entrance under the dog run. Rocky couldn't get under there.
Don't tell Mom about the tree!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
When she first got me my squeaky I used to play with it and squeak it sometimes. Mom would think I was entertaining myself so she would pick up the phone and call Nancy. They would start yakking and she would ignore me so I would climb in her lap and I'd squeak my toy really loud. Nancy would say "Geez, what is that noise"? Mom told her it was me with my squeaky.
As soon as she hung up the phone I'd stop squeaking my toy.
After doing this to her a few times Mom started to catch on. So did Nancy. So now Mom doesn't give me my squeaky until after her phone calls.
When Nancy got her new puppy (cousin Winston) the first thing Mom did was send him some squeakers. I wonder why Mom always smiles when she thinks about that?