Happy New Year ...

You can stay up till midnight if you want Hershey, but I am going to bed. Goodnight. Happy New Year everydog.

Merry Christmas a little late ...

Merry Christmas dog friends. I've been too busy cleaning up things off the floor to blog. Plus, Hershey and I have spent a lot of time outside.

Yesterday my Mom got the camera out to take my picture. Well, at least I thought she was going to take my picture. This is what I found on the camera.

Hi Hershey!

Hello!! Can we come in now??? We're still out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hershey's HERE!

They were right. Hershey came!! I was taking a nap on the couch in preparation for bedtime and I heard Something and I went to the door and Hershey was THERE! I'm so glad to see him. We have been busy going in and out and in and out and in and out because that is why my Mom is on vacation. I don't have any pictures of us yet. Maybe I'll get Mom to take some.

For now I will show you some pictures from my last walk to the canal. This fall my Mom took me on a flea collecting adventure ... I mean walk ... to the canal. She likes to walk there and take pictures. I walk and stand around while she takes pictures and I meet other dogs who share their fleas with me. I personally have a BIG problem with fleas. I seem to be highly allergic to them, or at least that is Mom's theory. Mom uses Frontline on me every month and it supposedly kills the fleas that bite me, but fleas make me itch something crazy and start this cycle of itchy flaky skin and scratching ... it makes me itch just THINKING about it. So Mom tries to keep them from getting on me period. This is the reason we don't go to the canal very often or go for many walks, she tells me. Ugh!

Anyway, here are some of the pictures we took that day.

I tried to introduce myself to this dog but he wouldn't talk to me. He said his tongue hurt.

No, I will NOT look at the camera Mom! I have too many other things to look at!

Please let me smell this! No, I won't jump over the wall, I promise. I wonder where these steps go anyway ....

This is a wall.

She has dozens of pictures like this. Just boring old leaves and water.

This is poison ivy. Why she did she take a picture of poison ivy? I don't know.

This is Fifi. We exchanged phone numbers.

Can we go home now, it's getting dark and I itch?

Hello dog friends ...

It's me again. I haven't blogged in so long, I am sure you have all forgotten me. Me thinks my secretary is

1) too busy?

2) unispired?

3) out of ideas (isn't that the same as uninspired?)

4) depressed?

5) lonely?

6) uninterested in me?

Ok, let's go with busy and out of ideas.

These pictures were taken at my Boppie's house. I stayed with him a couple night recently while my Mom and her brothers and sisters threw him an 80th Birthday Party. Mom and Dad stayed in a hotel so I had to stay at my Boppie's house. But that is ok because he fed me breakfast AND dinner. Usually I just get dinner. It was fun.

My Mom has been thinking of quitting my blog. She has also considered changing it to a blog that she can share with me. Something like a decorating, journaling, photography, dog blog. She still hasn't decided yet.

Meanwhile, it is almost Christmas and Mom and Dad have used to word "Hershey" twice tonight. I wonder if he is coming to see me. Stay tuned and I'll let you know.

PS Please write and tell me Mom that people have wrecks occasionally. She was in a small wreck today, but is absolutely fine. Her car bumpers are not so pretty anymore, front and back. She says she is thankful no one was hurt and that it was not very bad and that she is off all next week to deal with it and that she was not at fault. But she is still sad about it.

It's those Richmond squirrels ...

I interupt my blacation (that's vacation from blogging) to warn my one or two readers about suicidal terrrorist squirrels. I learned from Meeshka's post today that a whole lot of people had to slurp up warm soupy ice cream in Richmond, Virginia. Apparently, Richmond is home to more than one suicidal terrorist squirrel as evidenced by these pictures.

I recently went to Richmond and visited my best buddy Hershey and he told me about this squirrel that hung from the electrical wires near his house for three weeks. I had to show my Daddy these pictures to find out what happened to the bad squirrel. I will spare you the scientific explanation that involves phases and electricity and surges ... and will instead simplify my explaination by saying ... he shouldn't have done what he did on the wires and he got hurt really bad. I do not know if this particular squirrel caused a decrease in cool air coming out of vents or warm ice cream, but he sure did have a bad day.

The stage is not for me ...

Not for me, not for me, not for me. Kennels are not for me and the stage is not for me. No, no, no, no!

This week my Mom took me to church. She works are the church and she takes me there sometimes on Fridays but this time she took me to church to be on a STAGE. The Children' s Ministry at the church was doing a skit on Wednesday night like they always do only this time it was about a girl that rescued a bunch of animals from an animal shelter that was being flooded. The wanted animals to sit in kennels on the stage while they did the skit. So my Mom took me.


Mom came home from work early and fed me and brushed me and took me up to church to be in the skit. She even stuffed peanut butter in a Kong for me to eat while I was up on stage, thinking it would make me happy. It was so exciting ... I saw all kind of children who wanted to pet me and I got treats and lots of loving and then SLAM .... I got put in a kennel and he light was in my eyes! I could see my Mom too and she WASN'T COMING TO GET ME. It was awful. I didn't even want to lick my Kong. The pretty girl that runs the skit had to come up on stage in the middle of the performance, well ... actually in the beginning of the performance ... and take me off stage because I was making such a racket yelping to get out of that kennel and off the stage and go see my Mom!! My Mom was so embarrassed she wanted to die. But not as embarrassed as a bunch of other times when she embarrassed her own self and she REALLY wanted to die.

My friend Mac was in the play too. But like the distinguished older gentleman that he is, hs sat in his kennel and just looked around and even laid down at one time and tried to take a nap. Boy did he make me look bad!! I hope I never have to go though that again but I don't think I will because my Mom is still embarrassed about it.

The skit was about DETERMINATION! The girl in the skit was determined to save all of the animals from the flood.

Jesus says, “In this world you will have trouble.” No ifs, ands, or buts. You will face sickness, death, divorce, temptations, failures, rejection, peer pressure. You will have trouble that you won’t see coming. And no one is exempt. Not the young, not the old, not the good. Even Jesus had trouble. He was tempted, persecuted, beaten, crucified. He could’ve taken an easy way out, given up, and gone back to heaven. Instead, He decided it was worth it to stay and finish what He’d started. That’s what Determination is all about–deciding it’s worth it to stay and finish what you start.

Too bad Mom didn't tell me that before she put me on the stage or I might have been determined to stay up there. Determination sounds like a virtue I need to learn huh?

and This is a mouse ...

on top of a frog. How cute is this picture?

This is a mole ...

And this is a mole. Look at those claws! He is made for digging!

This is a vole....

This is a vole. He kind of looks like a mouse only he has a shorter tail and tiny ears. At least that is what the internet says. Mom didn't know she knew what a vole was either until she say it and the word just popped into her head. It sort of looked like a mouse. It may have been a mouse. It was not in the best of shape when Mom saw it .. and it smelled vile. The vile vole. Hershey and I liked rolling on it. Too bad Mom made it go away.

I'm awake ...

Sorry for that long vacation friends. Mom stays busy and uninspired to help me blog. She sometimes wonders if I have anything else to say. This is what I have been doing lately ...

Hershey came to visit me a couple of weeks ago. He brought the baby and Nixon and stayed for four days. The baby is at an awesome stage. She carries this orange snack cup around sometimes and sometimes she lays it down. A couple of times I was quick enough to grab it and I scored some cool snacks. You can see me sticking my nose in it in this picture below. She is trying to give me my kong but I know there is nothing in it!

She discovered my porch water and played in it a little and here I am licking her hands dry. ... I try to be helpful.

I let her try out my doghouse. She fits in it really well.

And here she is playing on this big rock I have in my yard and watching Hershey smell something.

After Hershey left, Mom found a dead vole in my yard. She thinks it was a vole but it could have been a mouse. It was not a mole because my Mom looked at pictures of moles and voles and mice on the internet and moles have big feet and this creature didn't. Mom says she will spare showing you intenet pictures of voles and moles because she knows you can go look at them yourself if you want to. Anyway, this vole was just laying in my yard near where Hershey and I had been "studying" and rolling around alot. Mom didn't take a picture of it because he was dead and well .... very unattractive. But she thinks Hershey may have killed it because he is quite the hunter. Mom threw the dead critter over my fence so I can't roll on him now. Isn't she mean?

Since Hershey left, Mom has been looking at adoptable doggies on the internet again. Why is it that dog people think a dog that hates kids and cats and isn't housebroken and has heartworms will make a great pet? I guess everydog deserves a good home but Mom wants just the right one if it is going to live at my house for 10 + years. I really love it when Hershey is here. He is my very best friend and if he wasn't so attached to his Mom and his baby and his Daddy, we'd invite him to come live with me. But he has an important job taking care of his family up in Virginia. He has a mailman that attacks his home six days a week and he has dogs and people that threaten to walk past his house every day. He has to keep his cat brother Nixon in line and he has to clean up all of those dropped snacks. It's a hard life.

So, I am awake and maybe Mom will post more often now.

Mom ... enough with the camera!

Mom ... honestly ... I know you are trying to learn to take better pictures and your grandaughter lives far away and isn't here to take pictures of. But do you have to take pictures of me when I am sleeping? Gheesh. Go away!

This dog rocks ...

I could do this. But I didn't ........ and neither did you. That's why he's in the news and we're not.

A walking squeaky toy that drops snacks ...

I just want to show you why Hershey never blogs anymore. For those of you that don't know, Hershey is my bext friend. He moved far away and got a baby. Now she drops snacks and does this. Go here to find out what.

I'm still alive ...

Hi dogfriends ... I am still alive. My mother has not been willing to help me blog lately... she says she has been busy .. whatever that means. I do not know what she has been busy doing because she is hardly ever home. I did see some strange blue pictures on her camera and I heard her say she is taking a photography class. This place below looks like a place I would like to go for a walk and snif things. I could walk on this path and snif all the smells.

I have started walking at night with Mom. We walk and she brings treats and I get a treat when I walk fast and don't dilly dally and snif every single leaf or flower along the way. Mom says the exercise is good for us and she does let me snif some.

I have been itching a LOT lately and so Miss Cindy tried me on some medicine that rhymes with 'fred ne zone' and it instantly made the itching go away. Because of this, Miss Cindy says I am allergic to something and I get to get cheese medicine all summer! Rock on! Mom likes it that I am not as itchy because it means she can sleep at night. Like I loved scratching all night, ugh!

Mom also made another blog for her neighborhood and it has messed up my blog alot and so she has not wanted to post with all of the neighborhood information on my blog. It as taken her a while to get it straightened out and she is not sure it is straight even yet.

So, I am still alive.

Dog saves woman from bad kangaroo ...

Golly, I thought they were cute jumpy animals that carried their babies around in a convenient pocket .... but apparently they can hurt you. Read this. One again, dogs rock!

It's BIG ...

My tomato plant .... Mom and Dad don't know what fertilizer they used but they think it was the wrong kind. They have lots of leaves and not very many tomatoes. It's creeping across the yard to get me. Help!

Photography 101 ...

On Thursday my Mom is starting a photography class at the local college here. She is excited about it. As you can see from this picture, she desperately needs some help. She didn't get a good shot of Hershey's baby, the flash is all wrong and even worse .. I look like a zombie! So, I think it is good that she is going to a class, even though it will mean I have to rest on the couch alone for a while on Thursday nights. Maybe there will be a whole lot more pictures of me around here soon.

Meanwhile, I have little news to report from the home front except that the giant tomato plant is taking over my yard. I'll try to take some pictures myself tomorrow. My pictures are better than Mom's.

It's a tough job but somebody has to do it....

You get the fruit and I get the bread. Ok, Hershey?

But we were just starting to have fun!

Goodbye Hershey! Have a nice drive home and be a good boy. Take care of your baby. I'll miss you.

A bath on the 4th?!?!

Hershey - Hey Copper, I'm all wet!

Copper - Yeah, I know we got a bath. I hate baths.

Hershey - Why did we get a bath?

Copper - I don't know ... sometimes when my Mom has a day off she gets in a cleaning mood and one of the things she cleans is me.

Hershey - And me too if I am visiting?

Copper - Yes, like I said ... she cleans things when she's in these moods.

Hershey - I thought we were supposed to eat hotdogs and watch fireworks today?

Copper - Hershey, I never get to eat people food unless it drops accidentally.

Hershey - Oh, well you need to come live with ME! I have a BABY!

Copper - Yeah, I've met your baby. Where did she go? I sure miss those bagels and bits of banana.

Hershey - I don't know where she is. She must be with my Mom and Dad cause they're gone too. Does that mean you are dog sitting me?

Copper - Yeah, I guess so Hersh. Let's go roll on the carpet and dry off. I'm still wet.

I've always wanted a canopy bed ....

I sooo need this bed!!! Don't you think it would look nice in my little white picket fenced dog yard? I've always liked Pottery Barn's taste.

His breath is fresher ...

Hershey got his teeth cleaned today. He went to see Miss Cindy at the vet's office and he got his teeth cleaned and his nails and feet trimmed. Now you can see that he HAS feet. And his breath is fresher. He will be easier to sleep with tonight. He is very sleepy tonight though.

This is his baby's pink chair. She lets him sleep in it.

They drop food ...

Dogfriends, I have been really busy this weekend baby watching. It seems that all that cleaning and cooking was because Hershey and his baby were coming. Hershey and I have been really busy baby watching. We watch her because she drops food. Wow, does Hershey have a great deal going with this baby thing! I really have to get me one. I will write more later when she leaves and I don't have to watch so much.