Friday, March 29, 2013

Dear Easter Bunny,

I apologize Easter Bunny.  And I apologize to my girl Sophie too.
But I'm just not into my Easter Egg glasses.
I just can't sit still and pose with them.
Not even for the sake of a good blog photo.
Not even to make my mama happy. 
Not even just because Sophie sent them to me.
Hop on down to the next puppers house with that big basket of treats, Mr Easter Bunny, cuz I jujst can't do it.
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Anybody know where the car keys are?

You may have noticed that our blogging has been somewhat erratic lately.  Mom says she has been really stressed out.  I say excuses, excuses.  (At my expense, I might add.)

I decided we were all so wound up we just needed to go for a drive.  You know, put down the top and feel the wind in our hair.  I was in my seat and all ready to go but apparently nobody was buying my plan.  I was all car and no driver.
In true Westie style, I persisted. 
Stayed in that car by myself for quite a while before anybody figured out I was missing decided to come along on a ride with me.
Last time I checked, mom was still super stressed and dad and I were TOTALLY relaxed.  Perhaps next time she will join us.  Or perhaps I will get my own license.  Yes, that would be the better plan I think!!  I will learn how to drive and leave them behind!!  Can't you just see the looks on people's faces when they see me driving down the street. It's gonna be GREAT!!!
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Monday, March 25, 2013

Only one thing missing ...

It was a perfect day for a hike ... not a cloud in the sky!

You can't tell, but the ocean is back there ... what a view!

Obviously, dogs are allowed on the trail as long as they mind their manners ..
But do you see MOI anywhere???????  Anybody???  Anybody see a handsome white westie up there in those pictures.  NO.  YOU DO NOT SEE ME.  THEY LEFT ME BEHIND.  Go figure.  What a bummer.  Might have to pee on the carpet.  Just saying ....

Thursday, March 14, 2013

A momentous moment...

It finally happened.
Mom The ball won.
Go figure. 
I tried puppers, I really did.
But that sucker just kept coming and going and coming and going and coming and going and coming and going.
I think Mom was in "auto throw" mode or something.
The old girl finally had the time to see if she could actually do it.
You know, see if she could throw it more than I could catch it.
She can.
Aging is a nightmare.
It won't happen again.
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Monday, March 11, 2013

Tubside comfort ....

Duncan:  Hey, Mom.  Thanks for finally putting a bed up here on my tubside perch.
Mom:  That is not a bed D, that is my bath towel.
Duncan:  Works for me.
Mom:  Duncan, can you get off my towel please, I am standing here dripping water all over the floor.
Duncan:  How come when I make a puddle on the floor I get sent to the dog house and when you make a big puddle on the floor it's no big deal?
Duncan:  Mom?
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