Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
I am here at Hersh man's house and we are busy chasing Nixon so I haven't had time to take any pictures. We are also each trying to get each other's favorite toys. One of us will blog about it later. Gotta go ...'Hershey, leave that alone it's mine!"
Sunday, February 25, 2007
A new leather leash or collar ....
She did meet some fancy talking bird. He was red. He said goodbye to her when she left.
The hotel was REALLY nice. I don't know about that because I didn't get to GO!
And I would have tinkled on these flowers.
When Mom got home she unpacked her little suitcase and packed a big one. Then she put my kennel in the car and packed my suitcase with my food and my leash. She told me 'car ride' and 'Hershey.' I am not getting my hopes up but maybe, just maybe, I get to go on a car ride soon. I'll keep you posted. I hope there's hot chocolate and flowers there.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Imagine me in the picture. I could be posing on a leash on these steps right here.
See, wouldn't I look great on this bed? I could eat whatever they have here on this tray. Hmmm.... I bet it's cookies!!!!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
(Now, I want to know why anyone or anydog would want to go hiking on Mt Hood in the winter?)
Dogfriends, do any of you have any other reasons (silly or otherwise) why you think dogs are better than cats?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Well, watch out because it can get WORSE! Now they can strap the camera on YOU! Get a load of the email I got today! Some evil human suggests that your peepol attach this Gorillapod to your neck with their camera on it and use you to take pictures.
Here it is on an innocent dog named Oscar.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
And this is what my Mom has been knitting and paying attention to INSTEAD OF ME! It doesn't seem worth it. It doesn't fit her ... or me. I just don't get it. She told me to tell you that this is the first knitting thing she has ever actually finished. Big deal!
Monday, February 12, 2007
My Mom has to drive to Atlanta tomorrow to pick up Mari and Tabitha's Mom. Mari and Tabitha are two girl cats that belong to the grown up boy that used to live here and his wife. The boy and the wife come to see me sometimes but they never bring Mari and Tabitha because they say the drive is too long. They live far away in a place called Texas. The wife's grandfather died. This makes THREE grandparent deaths for this young couple in FIVE months. My Mom wishes this would stop.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Hey dog friends. Mom just told me that HERSHEY is COMING!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I met a miniature dachshund named Harley. I did not even know he lived in my neighborhood! He was a brown long haired dachshund with black tips on his ears. He was tiny and needed his feet trimmed something fierce! He looked like one of those chickens with the hairy feet. Mom wanted to tell them man that his dog needed a trim, but she was polite and was quiet. Thank goodness! I hate it when she is rude.
Then I saw a school bus up close. I walked right past it as the bus opened up the door and I looked inside to see what was in there. A nice little girl got off and said Hi to me.
It was a nice day.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
My Mom is knitting. She just learned to knit and she is either knitting, showing her knitting to Dad, talking about her knitting to her friends or going to the knitting store to get more stuff to knit or to ask them questions about how to knit. I thought my Mom quit her job to stay home with me, not knit.
I think she must be knitting me a sweater. It has been very cold here and I have not gotten to go on a lot of slow sniffy walks because it has been cold .......... and because of the knitting. So, she must be knitting me a sweater. That has to be it. Mom did say something about a baby shower though. Now, Mom takes a shower every day .... but there is no baby here. So, I don't get it.
I like having her home. Today she left me alone and I didn't even have to go in the kitchen. I was a good boy. I will let you know what my sweater looks like ... when I get it.