Sunday, September 30, 2007

And now a word about Hershey ....

Here I am again dear friends
writing you with rhymes.
My life is so mundane and boring
I do nothing novel with my time.

So Mom decided one day to make a poem,
so her brain would be a little challenged.
She doesn't do suduko puzzles like her Dad;
she thought this was something she could manage.

Some of you have asked about Hershey.
I believe he is as fine as a dog can be.
I know he hasn't blogged in quite a bit,
and of course he hasn't written to me.

I think his baby sister
is taking up his Mother's time
as babies have a tendency to do.
You know, they play and they eat ..... they whine.

Maybe a rescue mission is in order,
we could all go up and see the bore.
We could let him know we miss his tales,
and wish he'd blog some more .

Now I hope he forgives me
for calling him a name.
I hope he know it's only
because my rhyming is a game.

Hershey, I love you buddy. Your friend, Copper

Saturday, September 29, 2007

A sudden burst of poetry ...

Today was a Saturday
and I stayed home with Dad
Mother shopped for furniture
to replace the stuff we have.

She wants to have a special dinner
on that day you fix a turkey.
She needs to seat all the family
and what we have just doesn't worky.

Worky is not a real word
but it works in my rhyme
I hope you can overlook it
just this one time.

New dining room furniture
seems to me like a bore
just to have a place to eat
why can't they just eat on the floor?

Dogs don't require chairs and tables
when we eat our dinner.
People should be more like dogs
and their life would be much simpler.

Friday, September 28, 2007

I barked at a bug ....

Outside, outside ... today I'm out here
Mom is at work and I am sniffing the air that's so clear.
The grass is green, and the sun is not hot
I am a happy dog right here in this spot.

I can bark all I want in my little front yard
there are lizards and bugs and chasing them's not hard.
I can bark and bark at people that pass
and nap in my bed and simply relax.

When Mom gets home she'll give me a kiss
and I'll tell her about the things she missed.
She'll take me inside and feed me my dinner
What a wonderful day, I am truly a winner.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I got to tinkle on a tree....

Oh where oh where is my Mother dear,
While I'm in the evil kitchen here?

I bet she's at the office now,
She took me there once ... somehow.

A nice man gave me some treats
and everyone there was really sweet.

There's a new dog bed there just for me
and I got to tinkle on a tree.

But here I am in the kitchen now,
How is this fair ... I ask you .... how?

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Max is my pal .... letter #2

Hey friends,

I told your there was more to the story. Like I said, I went to work with Mom yesterday. (No, she didn't take pictures.) I need to remind her to do that next time. While I was there, Max wrote me about what they were doing to my house. This is letter number 2.

Hi Copper, me again ...

I was mistaken, it doesn't say Bull Dog, it says Big Dog, but I didn't see him either, not even a little one. Anyway, you should see what is happening to YOUR house.

roof 1: There are all these men on top of your house and they are ripping it up. They look like they know what they are doing, because they seem very good at the ripping, sorta like you and I are, they should have asked us to help. They better clean up their mess though, or they are gonna get in trouble. I got in trouble just today for ripping up a couple of tissues, and they are ripping the HOUSE.

roof 2: OK, so these hoomans have this big box on wheels next to your house, and it says 'for sale' on the side, and they throw all the stuff they have ripped off the house into the for sale box. Maybe we should try selling the stuff we ripped up so our mommys aren't so mad at us for doing it.

roof 3: then there is this strange man on the back of your house, and there is no for sale box so he is just making a mess. He is hanging on to a rope so he won't fall off your house.

roof 4: Now what. Somebody just pulled in front of your house with another big box on wheels. And this one has $ painted on the side of it. You can't really see it because of the sunshine. Maybe the stuff in the box is what they bought with the money that they got for the 'for sale' ripped up stuff. Everything in this box looks like new stacks of paper or something, only they are not white paper. Hmm. Peepul are sure strange.

Well, Copper I am sure sorry you're missing all this.

Your friend, Max
So, friends. When I go home, my poddy yard was covered in a blue tarp and sharp nails and gravel stuff. Mom had to move the blue tarp so I could go poddy. Mom says that she has been needing a new 'ruff' for a long time and so I guess this is what they do to give you one. I ruff for her all the time and she just tells me to hush. It was a big mess and if it wasn't for Max, I wouldn't have any pictures because I was at work! My Mom will take some pictures and show them to you soon, when she can take them in the daytime. Mom says to tell you that she had nothing done to her trees ... that was the other neighbors doing.
(whose house is better looking now)
P.S. Thanks for the secret cookies Max. They are yummy!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

A letter from my neighbor Max ....

Hi dogfriends .....

Today I got up like usual and went poddy and got a cookie .... wait, I didn't get a cookie ......Mom says she is out of cookies .... but aside from not getting a cookie, it was a usual morning. Mom was doing the work day routine ... which is different from the church day routine, and the stay home with ME day routine, so I was getting ready to go hide under the dining room table when all of a sudden .... Mom got out THE LEASH! I had heard her talk on the phone and say the word 'roof' and "too noisy for you Copper' and then she got the leash out and told me I was going on a car ride! Shazam!

When we got in the car I saw this big truck and these men and Mom talked to Miss Cindy and said something about the neighbors must be taking out trees and I was getting a new roof. Mom also said she was sorry that Miss Cindy had to be home sick on such a noisy day. So I went to work with Mom and while I was there, I got this email from Max. He lives next door with Miss Cindy. (Yeah, his Mom is a vet. I wonder if she does that awful temperature thing to him every day at his house?!) Yuck. Anyway, here's his letter.

Hi Copper,

Boy are you sure missing out. I saw you in the car with your mommy this morning. Sad day for you. Although... I guess you' haven't gone to see your vet for unspeakable tortures since my momma is right here with me. She keeps telling me to shush when I bark at ALL the peepul and stuff outside. Let me try to fill you in.

I guess you were in your mommy's car and you saw the big tree this morning, in the road, and then it disappeared inside of the big truck that says Bull Dog on it. I haven't seen the bull dog yet. Nor the tree since. Hmmm ......

then tree 2: there are these strangers in the tree across the street, right by where the last tree disappeared, and all this loud noise and the limbs just keep coming off, and I know it is getting cooler and leaves are falling, but limbs?? And I am still keeping my eyes open for that Bull Dog, or a small dog.

tree 3: Right outside my house is this BIG black truck, and there is a man up on top of it. Maybe the dog is inside that truck.

tree4: this little machine thingy, my momma says its a bobcat, it has these trees in its jaws. That is very scary. I have never seen a cat that big, and if it is really a cat, I don't want to mess with it. George, the cat believes my momma though, because he was grinning when she said it. I am sure he will use that BIG bobcat against me one day. Blasted.

tree5 : Well anyway, this 'bobcat' has trees in its jaws, and it lifts them high above the truck and puts them in it. And then goes for more. Scary.

All this excitement, and you are not here to yell to and I am told to shush. All this, and they are so loud, I can't sleep. Maybe you are better off where you are. house......hahem........well, I'll explain later.

Love, Max

There's more to the story but you'll have to tune in tomorrow for the rest of it.

(what a mess!)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A middle name?

Roxie, Sammy and Andy are playing the middle name game. They didn't tag me but that's ok, I am going to play too.

But, I asked Mom and .... er .... I don't have a middle name. How embarrasing. Mom said she didn't need to give me a middle name because she didn't send in those special purebread doggie registration papers on me. She says it wasn't 'Necessary' .... whatever that means. But, she does call me Copper Bopper sometimes so I am going to use Bopper as my middle name. (Roxie, Sammy and Andy didn't have middle names either so I don't feel too bad.)

Here are the rules.

1. Post the rules before you give the facts.

2. List one fact that is somehow relevant to you and your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.

3. When you are tagged you need to write your post using your middle name and facts about it.

4. At the end of your post choose one dog to tag for each letter of your middle name. Be sure to let each puppy know she/he has been tagged.

OK, here goes:

B - That's easy, I'm a BOY. I tinkle like a girl, but I AM a boy, so there.

O - Opossum killer. Actually, dachshunds kill badgers but badger starts with a b so I'll say I kill opossums. They're probably bad too.

P - P stands for pee in the kitchen. For some reason, I can goo all night without having to go poddy, but if Mom leaves for an hour, I have to pee on my bed (Mom washes them and I get a new one every now and then) or my blanket in the kitchen. If I get to stay out free in the house, I am fine. Mom says if you figure it out, let her know.

P - Purple grapes, or green ones. I love them. I know I am not supposed to have them but I love them if they get dropped.

E - Evil ... the kitchen is evil. I hate going in the kitchen.

R - Right in the middle of Mom and Dad, that's where I sleep. I like to put my claws under Dad. He loves it.

I tag Hershey because he hasn't blogged in a while and he's never told me his middle name.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Family ....

Well, I'm back home now. I got to go on a car ride and go see my Grandaddy. My Mom and Dad helped him put together a new computer desk and then helped him re-set up his computer..... you know, all those wires? While they worked I took a nap in the blue chair. If I lived with Grandaddy, this would be MY CHAIR.

Mom says that Grandaddy amazes her. He can do pretty much anything he wants to on the computer and he even uses a blue tooth with his cell phone. He is 78. The new desk is fun and makes him happy and it is good for him to be happy since he still misses Grammy.

They all left me alone at Grandaddy's house and went to church and then put flowers someplace for Grammy.
Grammy went away a year ago. Grammy would not like getting the flowers because she did not like getting flowers when she was alive. But the flowers make Grandaddy happy and that is all that matters. They also took flowers to my other Grammy and Grandaddy, the ones that knew my Dad. That Grandaddy passed away eight months ago. Mom and Dad are sad sometimes, I guess because of all these flowers.

While they were gone I tinkled in the house and clawed at the door. I didn't get in trouble though. I don't know why I didn't get in trouble.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

I'm a traveling dog .....

Do I get to go Mom?

Mom packed my suitcase. I distinctly saw her put my leash and some food in MY suitcase and put it by the front door. I heard her talking to my Grandaddy on the phone tonight and she said she'd see him soon. She said something about her birthday and it being a year since Grammy passed away and it being time to go see Grandaddy. So, maybe I am going on a care ride? We'll see.

I was just beginning to think Mom was never going to help me blog ever again. Hershey was here over Labor Day weekend and she didn't take one single picture of us. She says it was a boring weekend. She mowed the grass ... that's it. I personally am very happy when she mows the grass ... in fact Hershey and I had a little party when she wasn't looking .... tall grass is murder on dachshunds because we are so short. Maybe that is why Hershey and I got baths and a pedicure. I dunno.

Anyway, I think I'm going on a car ride .... na na na na boo boo. Maybe when Mom finishes visiting everyone she can get back to taking care of my blog.