Monday, December 31, 2007
The wind blown look ....
Friday, December 28, 2007
HERSHEY almost SCORES !!!!!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Marry ... I mean MERRY ...Christmas to all ......
Sunday, December 23, 2007
very busy mom ....
then had 1,276 people and a baby at the house for Thanksgiving
and then flew to Texas (without me) for Mari and Tabitha's Daddy's graduation from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary (Masters of Arts in Christian Education - she is very proud of him),
and then she had to shop for Christmas and now it is Christmas and she has company again. But she says she has her Christmas shopping done and only has to bake some cookies. Yum, I love cookies. Maybe she will drop one.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I scared them away!
Look closely at the bottom of the picture and you can see me guarding my house from a terrible threat. Some pretty girls came to my house tonight. They stood outside my fence and SANG CHRISTMAS CAROLS! I barked and barked and finally scared them away. Whew! That was close!
Monday, December 10, 2007
The Paris dog extravaganza finale' ....
Speaking of homes, I left mine today ... to go to the vet for a check-up. Yikes. Actually, it wasn't bad at all. Since Miss Cindy is my doggie doctor, I like to go to the vet. I even wanted to go in the back because she has taken me back there before. I think I like it there. I got a shot and some blood drawn but Miss Cindy did it all so I didn't mind. I have gained a pound and a half though and she says I can't gain another ounce! So Mom came home and changed the cup in my food bowl to a smaller one and says we need to go for walks. Yeah! Bring on the walks Mom!
Friday, December 07, 2007
The baker's dog ....
On the first night my Mom was in Paris, she and her friends missed dinner. When they went to find something to eat, it was very late and all they could find open was a bakery. (This was to be somewhat of a theme that week ... being too busy to eat.) Mom found out that the French people are very into bread and pastries and deserts and she did not understand why they were not fatter than they were considering they seems to eat all this bread. But I digress. She and her friends each bought a pastry or a croisant from this bakery. The baker had a dog and Mom took his picture. He sure looks like and old dog doesn't he? He was quite at home at work. I bet he goes there a lot.
Speaking of going to work, I got to go to work today...... Mom's work. Mom says I have been often enough now that I know my way around the area her office is in. Today she moved my bed by the window and I got to look out at the people passing my her office. She forgot to take the camera to take a picture of me there AGAIN. She promises she will take my picture for you next time she takes me to work.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Can you see the dog in this picture?
Saturday, December 01, 2007
A dachshund on a walk ....
Friday, November 30, 2007
Dogs on walks in Paris
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
We interrupt this broadcast ....
Hershey got a haircut!! His mother and dad cut all his hair off and he looks like a puppy! Honestly, he looks 10 years younger. Well, maybe not 10 years ... because he is only two ..... but he does look younger. He told me in confidence that he really prefers the new haircut because now things don't chase him. Before when he went outside, leaves and things would jump on him and chase him ... not a good thing for a guy is afraid of his own shadow. Here he is doing some investigative work while trying to avoid the leaves in my yard, which isn't easy right now ... they're everywhere.
Here we are posing on the porch for the requisite Thanksgiving photograph. Seconds after this pictures was taken we both jumped off the loveseat and barked ferociously at something important and dangerous and Mom gave up taking pictures. Maybe it's a good thing.
Friday, November 23, 2007
More doggies from Paris ....
I think this dog must be getting a bath.
Do you think this little boy is going to drop this dog?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Being thankful ....
I heard my people talk about being thankful. My Mom is thankful for a lot of things, and I am on her list. I am thankful for my Mom and my Dad and my house and my yard and for Hershey. He is my best friend. I wish he could live with me. I am thankful for my food and for walks and for my friends.
I am also thankful for my friend Max. Max was my next door neighbor dog. He belonged to Miss Cindy. I am also thankful for her. Max passed away last night. Miss Cindy said he just took a turn for the worse after the surgery to fix his tummy. Max was the only dog that ever went for walks with me. He was the leader of his pack and he protected the little dog. He was a nice dog and I will miss him. Mostly Miss Cindy will miss him and for that I feel really sad. I have been sad for her all day.
more Paris pictures next time ......
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Dogs in Paris .....
Monday, November 19, 2007
Where is Paris????
Friday, October 26, 2007
My dishwasher habit ....
my dishwasher habit .....
Yes, almost everytime my Mom loads the dishwasher .... she has to keep me from doing this. She gave in momentarily this one time so she could take my picture and show you. One time I was doing this and I got sprayed with some water and I quit for a while. It made such a huge mess in the kitchen that Mom hasn't done it in a while.
On a happier note, I went to work today. I got to go to Mom's work with her. Nine people petted me and they all said I was beautiful. Except for the times people were petting me, it is boring. Mom doesn't do anything interesting there. And the man with the treats wasn't there. I don't know why she even goes there. I like home better.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I was good today.....
Sunday, October 14, 2007
My big Friday adventure.....
This is the face I made when they fixed all my escape places.
Before you all freak out and tell my mother she is a BAD MOTHER, she wants you all to know what she is thinking of doing. First of all she is never leaving me in my little yard again when she leaves the house. For some reason, I only want to escape when she is gone. She will leave me in the kitchen. She is also going to check out a doggie day care near her work and figure out if she can afford to take me there sometimes and if I would like it. She has also thought of getting another dog to keep me company when she is gone. She is also thinking of working with me more to like being my myself more. (She is not sure how to do that.) She already asked Hershey's Mom if I could come live with her but Hershey's Mom said she has a cat and a dog and a baby and so she said No. She is also going to get me microchipped when she takes me into the vet for my check up in a couple of weeks. Gheesh!
So, that's my big Friday adventure. It's over now. I survived and it was a lot of dog fun.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I'm not speaking to her ....
Sunday, September 30, 2007
And now a word about Hershey ....
Saturday, September 29, 2007
A sudden burst of poetry ...
Friday, September 28, 2007
I barked at a bug ....
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I got to tinkle on a tree....
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
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.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
A letter from my neighbor Max ....
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.
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. except......man.......your house......hahem........well, I'll explain later.
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?
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.