A traveling Mom

Every now and then, my mom goes out of town. Without me, of course, but we've already covered that. This time, she came home with so much stuff, the nice lady at Southwest Airlines sold her a new blue tote bag so her first bag would not be overweight. Given the fact that she left with ONE bag and came back with TWO bags, I felt sure she had been doing alot of shopping for her favorite pupper while she was away. Surely there were treats in there somewhere, yes??? I unselfishly offered to help her unpack: BINGO! She did indeed bring me back a couple of my favorite treats!!!

Delish!

Over the Weekend

You know the old saying ... it's always fun until smoeone ends up in a cone. Yep, puppers. This time it was me. Got nipped in the ear at dog camp and ended up with stitches they were afraid I'd chew. It happened a few days ago but I was too embarassed to tell you about it. It was a girl that got me. MORTIFYING. Of course, I won the end .... got fawned all over by the camp counselors and got a big hooray when I got to go back after the stitches came out. And, of course, Mom gave me some major treats and lots of OHMYPOORBABYWHATCANIDOFORYOUYOUPOORPOORPUPPYDOG. I got away with murder there for a while :)

Happy Birthday Aunty Karen!!!

May your day be filled with jumbo treats and may the coming year bring all good things!

Call a doctor

I'm suffering from writer's block.

(I know, you thought it would never happen!)

Scary.

Anybody know any home remedies?

Above all else, styling.

Ahhh, puppers.

Wearing my new spring collar.

Surfboards are all the rage this spring.

(Although theoretically, if you want to act all cool and stuff it's best to wear them right side up.)

Yep, Cali dog's really rocking it this season.

Geesh, listen to me.

I better put down the fashion magazines and get back to farming!

Sign me,

D

Behind the scenes ...

Allow me to show you my most favorite place to hang when I'm not working.

Shhh. Don't tell Mom. She thinks I like hanging with her better.

All the better to let her keep living in her dreamworld, right???

Farmer D Update

I know, I know.

So very sorry for the delay in getting you the back forty (or in our case, the front point four) update.

What, you think we're a Farmer's Almanac or something?


You really can't depend on us for dependable ranch-hand advice. Case in point ... we tore the tags off the plants when we planted them and now we're playing the guessing game as to what is what.

All votes here are that the above is blueberries. Yep, not gonna be the tester myself, of course, as I was listening those three hundred and forty two million times my mom yelped out "Duncan ... spit that out ... berries can be poisonous."

Yes, you doubters, I do listen to my mother.

Anywoof ... Mom says the limes would grow better if I would keep my nose out of the bush. Apparently I knock the blossoms off.

Who, moi????

She also said something about how many tangerines I could grow if I would keep my wiggly little hiney off of the ledge.

That one is probably not gonna happen.

But you already knew that, right??