Good Dog Design

Well, you know, we aren't really in the habit of showing mom's butt on this blog.

I mean, really, why show hers when mine is so much cuter???

We're making an exception this time because we wanted to show you our new bag.  We are fortunate to have a friend who has a friend who has a company that makes these very cool bags.

Allow us to introduce the Bag-A-Doo.  Normally, there would be a bag coming out of that grommet up there.  But I used it.  And then .... ta daaaa ... we put the bag in the bag.  No more walking around with a used poop bag in mom's hand.  No more awkward "Hi nice to see you please ignore the poop in my hand while we talk" moments. 

And, since my poops are so delicate in size (are we really talking about this??) my ball is actually in the bag too.  Oh, and mom's old lady glasses are in there too.  Turns out this one is the PERFECT size for us. 


While we were at it, we tested the "easy to clean part" too.  Yep, slobbered all over it and it cleaned right up!

We're gonna give this one a four paws up, puppers.

And thank you Allison for sending us a tester!

Editor's note ... get yours here www.bagadoodog.com.

It's a miracle!

Oh, my dawg, puppers.  I just about pee'd myself when I hopped up on this bench and realized what it said.  If ever a miracle was manufactured, it was moi.  I mean, really, think about that for just a second. 

It's true, yes??

Why my dad loves her so ....

And this my friends, is why my dad likes it when Aunty K comes to visit ...

Mom likes to fancy herself a bit of a Martha Stewart type when company comes. 

Sometimes she fakes it and buys stuff from other people and puts it in her own dishes.

She really made these though.  It took alot of help from me to accomplish this ... see below:

As you can see, I have become quite proficient in my role as supervisor and kitchen consultant.

I can practically do it in my sleep, if you will.

I was a critcal component of "Operation Martha Stewart." 

Really.

Why I love her so ...

Well look who showed up at my house last night!

Allow me to introduce my Aunty Karen.  I am so glad that she stopped by last night right when she got here.  I am not sure that she could have lasted much longer without seeing me being as fun to hang out with as I am and all.  I like to do what I can for my friends, you know, so I just hopped right up and rolled over and showed my belly so she could get her belly rubbing fix.  After that, I gave her my perfectly goopy half-eaten chewy for safe keeping.  It's a trick I use to make people feel super special. 

My mom loves it when Aunty K comes because she really gives my dad alot of grief.  She's got his number, as mom likes to say.  I, on the other hand, love her because she NEVER arrives empty handed.  She brings the best toys!!!!!

This time she brought me a super squeaky (see above comment about yanking my dad's chain) lime green BALL.  She brought me a new BALL, puppers, and it was all wrapped up in my second favorite thing .. TISSUE PAPER!!!!!

Thank you Aunty K ... you're truly the best!

PS:  Sorry for the wacky spacing in this post ... we just can't seem to get it right today!!!!

BIG NEWS ... Aunty Karen is coming to town!!!

BIG NEWS ... my Aunty Karen is coming to town.  I can't even begin to tell you now excited I am.

In order to maximize the time we can spend with her, Mom and I spent alot of time in the office this weekend getting as much done in advance as possible. 

I was, of course, extraordinarily helpful and the sole reason she got as much accomplished as she did.  Just so you know, there is too such a thing as "filing by osmosis."  It might not look like it, but I was actually working VERY hard here.  Promise.

Here's wishing you all a most productive week, puppers!

Not quite what I was expecting ....

Oh, man, puppers, I was TOTALLY PSYCHED.

My mama said I was gonna get to go to the beach.

I grabbed my shades.  I grabbed my towel and my flippers.

I was GOOD TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagine my surprise when the beach I ended up on was at the neighborhood park.

NOT. THE. SAME.

There were no waves, no natural incline for my ball to roll down in to the water, no water AT ALL, in fact. Um, NO MOM, the water fountain does NOT count as "water" in my book.

It was fun, puppers, but just not what I expected.

Took a little getting used to, puppers.

This one took a little getting used to!

Photography by Dad

So my mom fancies herself a photographer of sorts --- a blographer if you will. 

But every now and then Dad steals the camera.

And every now and then dad gets an amazing shot.

I happen to think this is one of those shots.

You might notice, however, that I am panting.  Well, you woulda been too.  My mom had hoisted me onto the top of a wall to take the picture.  She was also holding my ball hostage, and you know how much I love my ball.  That woman will do anything for a picture!!!!