Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Could you please kindly disregard today's earlier blog which might have left you thinking that perhaps I nave not been "nice."
Every now and then I inadvertently make what we call around here a "paws on the keyboard" mistake.
The dog in that picture was actually the westie down the street.
Definitely not me in that picture.
Big mixup at the photo lab.
Really, take a look at that picture up there.
Do I look NICE or what??
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Thank you for your kind letter explaining that Rudolph the Rhodesian Ridgeback actually guides your sleigh.
Clearly, my mom left that part out of the story and, since I am so NICE, I want to apologize for bothering you at such a busy time of the year.
I would like to let you know though, that I can do back up as well, should Rudy need any assitance.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I knew it was too good to be true.
As Mom kept talking, the rest of the story started coming out.
Santa Paws divides puppers into NAUGHTY and NICE categories.
Visions of NO NO FRIDAY started dancing in my head.
I can see a picture of a naughtiness vs niceness scale in my head.
And I re-run all the stories we have PUBLICLY told about my life on this blog.
Do you think Santa Paws reads my blog?
Is it too late to ramp up the "nice?"
How many days 'til WOOFmas??????
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
I immediately think, "oh, no, another one of mom's 'life lessons.'"
Instead, she starts talking about someone who is very special in our lives.
Someone who's SOLE PURPOSE is to bring delight to pups on December 25th.
Sure enough, we have been building up to this thing called WOOFmas.
And, even better, there is a dude called SANTA PAWS.
He comes in through the doggie door on WOOFmas eve and leaves treats.
Treats you get to send him a letter and SPECIFICALLY ask for.
I mean, HOW GREAT IS THAT?????
Yappy Holidays, Puppers!!!!!
Friday, December 17, 2010
If your mama has had a long day of getting ready for the holidays ...
And she is taking a nice long soak in the tub ...
SHE DOES NOT CARE IF YOU THINK IT'S YOUR TUB.
She does not care at all.
Stay out puppers.
Take my word for it and just stay out.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
My mom had a birthday and I helped.
Yep ... helped her open up each and every one of those presents.
IT WAS GREAT!!!!!!
Woo hooo ....
Anybody got a birthday coming up?
I'm available ......
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Mom and I went for a long walk today and I FOUND MUD.
And before Mom noticed, I ROLLED IN IT.
Really, REALLY rolled in it.
Think mud bath.
It was GREAT.
What a day, puppers.
What a day.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
I know what you're thinking.
This one should have been obvious.
When your mom is taking pictures of your goodies in the perfect light outside
DO NOT JUMP UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PICTURE TAKING.
And for heavens' sake, don't put your bottom on the goodies.
I know, I know.
For a dog who has a puperie and a camera in his face 24/7, I shoulda known.
I missed it.
And now I'm going to the dog house.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I got to hit the road with my mom.
Yessiree ... my dad took me to see our booth at the Irvine Shelter Holiday Event on Sunday.
I was dressed for the occasion.
And, go figure ....
I BLEW IT.
Couldn't help myself.
I DID NOT like all those other pups coming in to see my mom.
AND I TOLD THEM SO.
Apparently, I told them so pretty loudly.
'Cuz my dad had to take me home.
I blew it.
Just didn't like sharing my mama.
Didn't like it at all.
Friday, December 3, 2010
The artwork that was piled up to get framed.
Piled up on the desktop.
High up. I had to jump to get it.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
She was mad.
Madder than I have ever seen her.
And that is really saying something.
I'll be laying low for a while.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I get that.
We need to move on from that and get to the point.
Which is about moi, of course.
The point is that this giant ad inside our Target store has a westie in it, and IT'S NOT ME!
Another foiled Hollywood opportunity.
How did that happen?
Really, I know I need a haircut and all, but I am at least as cute as that westie up there.
I am going to hold my snoz up high and just keep trying.
Just gonna keep trying, pups.
Gotta keep our snozs up.
After we eat a chewy.
And maybe take a nap.
Right-e-o, gonna keep my snoz up right after I nap ....