Lost, then found

It was good.

IT WAS SO GOOD.

Hiding in the bathtub and nobody knew where I was.

Solitude.

Rare now that Mom is home ... she gets all snuggy snuggy when she has been gone.

Great that she misses me.

Especially after that whole "grounding" episode.

But I can't take it after a while.

So I hide.

But then I blew it.

RATS.

I started chewing on the stopper (dang those crazy uncontrollable choppers of mine!!!!) and they heard me.

Darn it all ... now they know.

If there's no blog tomorrow, it's because I found another hiding spot and I am not willing to come out.

Even for you.

Sorry.

Me, Helping.

Well alrighty then, pups and pupettes.

I am trying a new approach.

Yep.

Airing my dirty laundry before my mom does.

I am guessing that (at least in Mom's mind) eating the packing supplies is darn near pretty close to eating the merchandise.

And we all know how THAT turned out.

Anywoof, couldn't help myself.

Nope.

Just couldn't help it.

But, I've confessed.

In advance of Friday.

You know, NO NO FRIDAY, where mom likes to embarass me weekly.

Will it help?

Probably would have helped more if I hadn't gotten all high and mighty and tried to ground my mom.

Let me tell you something pups.

THAT DID NOT GO OVER WELL.

Stay tuned to see if the "penance in advance" program works.

Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Really.

You may have noticed

We've been having some techinical difficulties the last few days.

It seems my mom deserted me went on vacation without me.

I tried people.

I tried.

Paws on the keyboard ....

What can I say?

She's back.

Probably not gonna let her leave again for a while.

Sorry Mom.

A White Dog's gotta do what a White Dog's gotta do.

You're grounded.

When we are not blogging ...

Good morning pups and pupettes!



Mom and I were talking and we thought you might be interested to see a "behind the scenes" again.



What do we do when we're not blogging?



We play catch.



We play ALOT of catch.



We play until the ball is all goopy and slimy and quite a delicacy.



At least for me.



Mom usually quits when we get to the "delicacy" level of slobberyness.



Is that a word?



Call me one lucky dog!

Big Word Week: Aglomerate

Aglomerate: (verb) to pile or heap together.

As in: "Hollywood has not called about 'Canine Hoarders.' I will need to aglomerate more and try them again."

Hello?

Hollywood?

I really think I am on to something here ....

Big Word Week: Adroit

ADROIT: (adjective) having skill in the use of bodily or mental prowess.

As in ... I am so adroit I can probably take on th balance beam in the 2012 Olympics if diving does not work out for me:

Big Word Week: Gratitude

GRATITUDE: (noun) Appreciation.



As in: "Dear Dad, have I ever appropriately expressed my gratitude for all the giant treats you give me?"

Love you Dad!!!!

Big Word Week: Capricious

CAPRICIOUS: (adjective) Given to sudden behavior change; contrary; fickle; temperamental; unpredictable.

As in: "All puppies are capricious, I am just more so."

Totally cracking myself up ....

Blame These Two

Listen up pups and pupettes ... if you don't have any favorite aunts, you better get yourself some, ASAP!!!

I was in the dog house BIG TIME until these two came to the rescue.

I got bored while mom was in the shower (she wouldn't let me in) and ate more merchandise.

It was really, really bad because we have a show this weekend.

BAD HABIT combined with BAD TIMING = practically no salvation.

It was the worst it's ever been.

Even since I was a little wee one who pooped inside all the time.

THAT bad.

Mom was MAD.

I sent out an SOS and these two came running.

They grabbed me and told mom what a great dog I was.

They brought mom something they kept calling "lick her."

Last thing I heard, Mom was saying that life was good.

And something about Karen and Harriet being to blame for there being no NO NO FRIDAY today.

Notice anything different???

Notice anything mising up there?

That's right ... MY CONDO IS GONE!!!!

You'd think I'd be all excited about it.

Freedom and all.

But I'm not.

What if they move my toys too?

I hopped into that basket like a rabbit getting chased by a Westie and hunkered down on top of those toys. Those precious jewels are not going ANYWHERE, my friends.

Where do I hang now?

In the bathtub? Where else are there enclosures on all sides?

Never thought I'd say it, but I kind of miss the confinement.

I know, I know.

Call me crazy.

Oh, drama ...

Anybody besides me notice that my bangs are crooked?

MY MOM CUT MY HAIR.

Now, if THAT does not fall into the category of "WHAT WAS SHE THINKING???" then I don't kow what does.

I mean, really.

What if somebody wants to interview me about my new store and MY HAIR IS ALL CROOKED???

What will the ladies think???

The whole time she kept saying "I don't know why YOU are complaining. My mom put a BOWL on MY head and cut my hair."

What does a bowl have to do with anything???

Here's hoping the reporters don't come until we have (no pun intended) straightened this situation out!

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,



I think from now on I would like to sleep in your bed.



It's really comfy up here.



Love,

Dear Duncan,

I think not.

Love,

Mom

Hanging with the Big Dogs

I know, I know ... this is a REALLY BAD picture.



Then why put it up you ask???



Read on, my friends, read on!



Why is it that iphones sometimes take good pics and sometimes take terrible ones???



Anyhow, it is kind of fitting for this photo as I am trying to show what hanging with the BIG DOGS at camp is doing to me.



I try and I try to keep up with them.



And come home TOTALLY worn out.



I fell asleep on my mom.



She was napping too ... I think worrying about me out there with the big boys might wear her out as well !!!

NO NO FRIDAY

Hey pups and pupettes.

Guess what?

It is a REALLY BAD IDEA to eat merchandise.

I know, you're thinking "but I don't have a store and I don't have any merchandise."

PAY ATTENTION.

I did not say eat THE merchandise or eat YOUR merchandise.

Mind the details, pups.

Don't eat merchandise.

Yours, theirs, or anybody's.

It's a really REALLY bad idea to sink your teeth into anything (*) anybody has a PRICE TAG on.

Trust me on this one.

(*) Yes, even at a garage sale. I kid you not.

Meanwhile, back at puperie headquarters ....

WOOF.

Mom and I are having a blast at the puperie.

Yep, Mom is not even freaked out well maybe just a little by the crazy state of her office.

She is probably more freaked by not having lipstick on in this photo.

Southern Lady and all that.

Her mama taught her better, etc. etc. etc.

We've been sitting here together all day for about 10 minutes working.

We're following our dream people, following our dream!!!

A note from Mom

Hi folks ... Duncan's mom here.

A few of you have asked how the puperie came about.

See that picture up there?

That is Duncan chewing on one of the cupcake wrappers for Knock Knock Party's Pirate Party.

Duncan was interfering with my company.

Pretty much eating my stuff.

So we gave him his own company.

And thus the puperie was born!

xoxo,

Duncan's Mom

Oh, and by the way ... he'll always be "Little D" to me :)

BIG NEWS!!

I am so excited I am gonna pee.

Still a pup in that regard.

Did you see yesterday's paper???

I GOT A STORE.

This is NOT what we are all about here, but I'm just saying.

You know, you COULD check it out here if you wanted to ....

But only if you reeeeaaaaaally wanted to.

Or you could click on the button on the side here that looks like that picture up there.

But, you know, only if you really wanted to.

I'm just saying ....

whitedogpuperie.etsy.com

All that marketing genius needed an outlet, you know????

Sign me,

This just in from the Doggy Daily

NO NO FRIDAY

OK pups and pupettes. This one is a bit of a re-do.

Remember when I said not to mistake the bathmat or your dad's boxer shorts for a pee pad.

Well, HEADS UP, this goes for the new all fancified version of whatever gets put down on the bathroom floor too.

What was she thinking???

Unless it is white in the middle and feels on your paws like the paper that is in a gift bag, just don't go there.

I promise you, the more fancy smancy whatever it is that is on the floor, the more time you spend in the pup-cage.

I think it's a long weekend. Here's hoping I am not grounded on Monday too.

Sigh ...

Mom totally freaked!!!!!!

Well now THAT is now what you were expecting to see, is it????



But, OH MY GOSH, you should have seen my mom when she saw that GIANT spider hanging out (literally!) between her ficus tree and her favorite flower pot.



SHE FREAKED.



IT WAS GREAT.



Even my dad almost peed with excitement over that one.



Then dad tried to move the spider to a safer place and it ran off.



Mom did a dance around the patio like I do when I am imitating a mexican jumping bean. I think she thought that spider could jump or something and it was gonna get her.



Wowza.



Mom doesn't like spiders AT ALL.


Sign me,

SWM seeking work

"Single White Male seeking work. Have broom and know how to use it."



The marketing genius is not coming to the marketplace as quick as I was hoping.



Wait for it.



Wait for it.



So I am hoping to pick up some spending money this week to tide me over.



Might have a pup-date this weekend you know.



All the chicks at camp think I am hot stuff.



Anybody need a yard-dog?



I am sure I could muster a work ethic for an hour or so.



Plus, I am cute. You'd meet your neighbors for sure.



Let me know ...