Saturday, December 26, 2015

Whew, just scraped by on NICE

I was NICE, puppers.  Woo hooooo!  It was a close one this year :)

Check out ALLLLLL of this gifties Angus (aka Gussie) sent me!!!  They are not even all pictured here because You Know Who put the treats up high so I could not eat them all.

My Mimi loves me!!!  She sent TONS of gifts for moi! 

My girl Sophie sent me a candy cane that LIGHTS UP, amongst other things!!!!

To say that I am blessed beyond belief would be an understatement.  Thank you, thank you efurybuddy for the cards and all of the goodies and good wishes and for keeping up with moi throughout the year. 
I am going to take a few days off to rest up and count my blessings. 
Life is good, puppers.  Life is good. 

Friday, December 18, 2015

Snoopervising is very hard work!

What can I say?  Being in charge of packing (destruction) and shipping (sniffing)  around here this time of year is VERY hard work, puppers. Seriously, I should get some extra treats for being the “elf” in this operation, don’t you think??

Thursday, December 17, 2015

I can't be expected to be "nice" under these circumstances!

Listen, Santa.  That is MY dad's desk and that is NOT MY HEAD resting on it.

I can NOT be expected to be nice when some other pupper  is making his moves on MY dad.

Right?  There are certain exceptions that will be made, right?  Because I am feeling kind of inhospitable about this situation.  Have I mentioned that MY dad has never actually taken me to his office, much less let me sit in his lap all day while he works?

Bah Humbug, and all of that stuff.

Unless, of course, there are no "naughty" exceptions for this kind of thing.  In which case, what a cute dog that is.  Yay for me for having the kind of dad who is so confident in his love for me that he can spend the whole day working with another dog and not even think twice about it ... and a Merry Christmas to all. 

HO HO HO, right????

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Cute beats Naughty?

Listen, with a face this cute I am guessing it doesn't matter if you've been naughty or nice.

I mean, personally I am not willing to risk it or anything. 
But, I do think that if you pose perfectly for your mom wearing a goofy scarf and look this good, you should get some sort of exception to your naughty deeds during that time of year when Santa was watching. 

It is only certain times of the year when he watches, right?  Please tell me that is right.  I mean, he missed that whole jumping overboard at the Westie Rescue event, right?  And, not that when you are cute like this it really matters, but he was cool with that whole dog park incident, right?

Well, dang.  Just putting it out here like this makes me a little worried.  Do you think it would help if I blew up this picture poster size and put it next to my stocking?
Any ideas, puppers?  Because the more I think about it, I might be in real trouble with the big guy in red this year ...
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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Dear Mimi,

Hi Mimi,

We got your gigantic box of presents and I just wanted to let you know that Mom let me open the one that said "OPEN EARLY."

She tried to take the box away from me after I grabbed it out of her hand, but I was too quick for her.  Sorry Santa, but I don't think it is naughty if it is your own gift that you are running away with, especially if it specifically says to open this one early.

Thank you for the very special "DUNCAN" ornament!!!!!  As you can see, Mom took it out of the box to hang it on the tree and I went back for the box after she set it down.

I guess you can say it was the gift that kept on giving!!!

Love you Mimi!

Monday, December 14, 2015

Let's get this party started!

Sometimes with Mom you really have to state the obvious.  Especially on Mondays. I mean, really.  Sometimes you have to climb up on the old girl and get in her face to get her moving in the morning. GET UP and GET MOVING MOM.  Time's a wasting, as they say.  We have got BLOGGING to do.  The world awaits my greatness and wisdom!  Come on mom, you've got this!

Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Voice

Hey puppers.  What are you up to today?  We're just hanging out catching up on some old episodes of The Voice so we are up to date when we watch the finale.  Anybody else think Gwen Stefani is a hottie love the show like Mom and I do?  Personally, I think mom might have the tiniest little hugest crush on Blake, but I personally watch it in appreciation for Gwen the up and coming talent highlighted on the show.  Yep, supporting the arts ... that's moi!

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Happy Birthday Mom

Happy Birthday to my favorite Mom!
Thanks for loving me like you do.
Thanks for marrying dad so I could have an awesome dad like him.
Thanks for having so many great friends who love me as much as you.
Thanks for the rides to camp on Fridays.
Thanks for helping me with my blog.
Thanks for being OK with our lives pretty much revolving around moi.
Thanks for being OK with it when people walk up and say hi to me and ignore you.
I kind of can't help it that I am so cute they don't even see you. 
Thanks for putting up with my "Westietude."  And Dad's too, I got that from him.
If you want to celebrate by taking me to the beach I would be good with that.
Love you.  Mean it.

Monday, December 7, 2015

I can already tell I have been NICE!

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Well, ROCK ON, puppers.  This is going to be an AWESOME holiday season.  I can already tell.

Card Count:  me 7 already, Mom and Dad NONE unless you count the one from the dentist.  Which we all know doesn't count. 

AND, ANNNNNDDDDD, puppers,  I have already gotten some presents!!!!

Check out the AWESOME advent calendar I got from my favorite Aunty Sharon and my girl Sophie.  IT HAS POCKETS FOR 24 TREATS!!!!  Yep, it's the gift that keeps on giving.  It is hanging on the wall and every morning I go over and stare, and stare, AND STARE at it until mom finally gets off her rear end and gives me my treat for the day and moves the dog bone into the next pocket.


Life is good, puppers.  Life is good!

Friday, December 4, 2015

Dear Santa,

I promise I shared with my buddies before I laid down and luxuriated in the water bowl.  Really.  I mean, they got all the good fresh water and then I hunkered down for the slobbery leftovers in the bowl.  Really, I did not dive in a soon as Mom set down the fresh bowl of water.  Promise.  You believe me, right?

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Water Dog ....

You may recall from previous posts about my jumping off the boat at the Westie Rescue event last year and my perfect 10 dive into a neighbor's pool during that period when I fancied myself an aspiring Olympic Diver (both totally unexpected events for mom, dad, and others present at the time) that I am quite the water dog. 
You may also have noticed that, due to the aforementioned unexpected aquatic adventures, I don't get to be around water unattended very much.
So what would expect but that I have learned to make due with what I've got.  I am nothing if not resourceful, yes????

Just hanging out by the water bowl ....
Anybody looking?  Feet going in ....
Paws in action .... water coming out!!!

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Monday, November 30, 2015

All I want for Christmas is .....

Mom and I were going through some old photos the other day, and look what we found .... a picture of me with my favorite Aunty Karen.  I turned to mom and said "Mom, all I want for Christmas is a visit from Aunty K." 

And do you know what mom said back??? She said "D, you are the only pup I know who can only ask for one thing for Christmas and still get everything you want ..."
Santa, I just want to go on record that this wish was NOT strategizing on my part.  I did NOT just say that because I knew that if Aunty Karen came she would bring me lots of treats and toys and everything else on my list.  Really.  Think about that for a minute.  I am not that smart.  Well, OK, I actually am that smart -- I am a WESTIE after all.  But really, if anyone were to get penalized for being self-serving I think it should be mom for even thinking that.

Love you Aunty K!
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Saturday, November 28, 2015

Anticipation ....

Throw the ball dad.  Come on dad, throw the ball.  THROW THE BALL.  Pleeeeeeeze throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Now would be a good time dad.  Anytime now dad.  Throw it.  Now.  Please?  I'm ready.  I am SO READY.  Come on dad ... now now now. What are we waiting for?  Don't have all day, Dad.  I can't take it anymore dad.  Throw the ball, dad. You're killing me here.  Throw it, throw it, THROW THE BALL DAD.  I mean, hey dad could you please throw my ball for me?  Like, now.  Pretty please with a little sand on top?????

Friday, November 27, 2015

Oh be Joyful ...

Mom says that in addition to thankfulness, you also need a little JOY in your life.  For mom, if you look up JOY in the dictionary, you see a picture of me at the beach.  Being at the beach with me and dad is totally Mom's HAPPY PLACEI GOT TO GO TO THE BEACH FOR THANKSGIVING, PUPPERS!!!!!!!


Here's hoping everybuddy gets to spend the weekend in their happy place, puppers!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Thinking about thankful ..

Mom says this is the week to really focus on everything I am thankful for. 
When I really start to think about it, WOWZA, I am a lucky pup!

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Turnabout is fair play ...

Mom:  D, I need to get into the shower
Duncan:  Um, Yeah.
Mom:  Come on Duncan, I am going to be late for work.
Duncan:  I'm very busy here Mom. 
Mom:  You don't look busy.
Duncan:  Busy in my dreams, Mom. 
Mom:  That doesn't count.
Duncan:  Looks surprisingly like you when you say you are too busy to throw the ball.
Mom:  arghhhhhhh.
HAHAHAHA ... Gotcha, Mom!

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Next I busted dad on HIS priorities ....

Oh, look, it's my dad petting another dog ...
Oh, look, it's another dog giving my dad goo goo eyes ....
Oh, look, there are dogs EVERYwhere.
Not pictured:  MOI

Monday, October 19, 2015

Totally busted Mom on her priorities

Mom saw this hand towel the other day and says it pretty much sums things up lately.
To this I replied "So you've had time to shop?"

Sunday, October 18, 2015


So the other day mom and I were out walking (yes, we are still alive) and I saw this dude.  At first I was thinking he was a little stiff and unfriendly. He is all bones -- that's wierd.  Then all the pieces started to fit together.  Oh, NOOOOOO.  Dead dude in the lawn can only mean one thing is coming up:

RUN, puppers.  It is COSTUME season.