Food with holes ...

My Mom went to the grocery store today and stressed over what to buy. Eggs have something called cholesterol, oatmeal has carbs and cereal has sugar. Mom does not know what to eat anymore. I don't know why but it seems like people everywhere get all stressed out in January and try to lose weight. Are your people doing that? Sometimes they even try to exercise.

A year ago at my yearly check up I weighed 16 pounds and Miss Cindy told my Mom she didn't want me to gain another ounce! Mom listened to Miss Cindy and went out and bought me some new food. The new food had smaller pieces and each piece of food had a hole it it. I ate the new food .... it was good. One day recently the boy that used to live here before I came to live here, came to visit me. He had not seen me in a long time and he said I was skin and bones. (Yes, it hurt my feelings.) He even called me "Auschwich dog" whatever that means.

This got my Mom to thinking and she decided it was time for me to go see Miss Cindy again. This time we went in the car to her office .... instead of walking next door to her house. At the office, she has this short table that you have to step on and then you have to 'stay' and then you can get off. It told Miss Cindy that I weighed 12.5 pounds. I had lost 3.5 pounds of me somewhere! My Daddy, who is good with math, said I had lost nearly 22% of me eating the food with holes in it and he needed to go on that food. Miss Cindy said I looked GREAT at first and then she said maybe Mom should give me a little more of the food with holes in it each time she feeds me.

Meanwhile, Mom went out and bought me some food with bigger pieces and no holes. I am eating it. But the boy, who was here at Christmas, still calles me Auschwich dog.

Before

After

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.