Dogs love Little Sisters!

Mommy came home today smelling like puppy juice and puppy hair and I sniffed her all over. Then she says, "I got us a puppy. So you can be a big sister, like Molly was to you." She said the puppy was very little and won't be here for a while, and she doesn't have a name yet. Aunt Amy and Uncle Dave are getting a puppy from the same family, and his name is Elvis. I am kind of excited, I love Dobies, but puppies get on my nerves. As long as I still get my hugs, it will all be fine. (My new sister is the black and tan with the pink collar.)

Doberman Rescue Unlimited Open House.

GO HERE for some great pics of DRU's Open House. Although Willow wasn't able to go, she said I could post here since she is a great fan of the Dobermann. It was a fantastic event, and Amy, Dave and I took a truck full of goodies up for the 42 dogs kept there. We met awesome dog after awesome dog, including 4-month-old Eli, who would eventually go blind due to a congenital disorder. His Mom was great, and it's obvious this breed of dogs has a fantastic following. Do I have a new Doberman? No. Not yet..... But it was pretty hard to walk away from Molly's twin. Named... Molly.

Dogs Love Time Out!

This is me in Bad-Dog!-Time-Out. I got in some big trouble today when I was helping clean up in the kitchen. Mom wasn't home, and I smelled that she forgot to put a pan in the sink, so I was trying to move it for her. Usually, I don't ever get up on the counter, because only bad dogs do that, but I was being a GOOD dog and trying to help out. Unfortunately, I was not given a moment to explain when Mom walked in the door to find me standing over an upside-down sheet pan that had been full of DE-LISH-US chicken fat/juice (did I say delicious?) and other chicken part renderings. There was some loud talking, and then I tried to go invisible (fail) and I was banished to the wet out-of-doors while Mom licked the floor clean (I was about to take care of that, btw. Geez. Give a dog a minute.) 

By the time I looked pathetic enough to be allowed back in the house, the floor was all clean and Mom was not speaking to me. I put myself in my Bad-Dog!-Time-Out spot, all cold and wet, (since the usual dog hair dryer treatment seemed out of the question.) I shivered a little for good measure, but Mom didn't notice. Not even a paper towel was offered my way. 

Despite being treated unfairly without due process, I wagged my tail anytime Mom walked by, and even though she didn't tell me to, I stayed in my spot for 2 hours.  Eventually, she must have realized her horrible unfair treatment, and she told me I could get up. I won't be helping out in the kitchen any time soon. Chefs are too temperamental. 

Dogs Love Their Dog Boy Friends!

Here I am with my dog boyfriend, Max. He used to come to school with me all the time, but two years ago he moved away to a far away land called North Carolina. He came back for a visit and when I saw him again, my tail wagged and wagged. He kissed me a lot all day long, which got tiring after a while, but I was really glad to see him.

 
Here we are laying down in the grass because Mom called Auntie Amy and said, "Hey, can you get a few pics of Willow and Max for her blog?"

This is me with Max and Cash. You can see that they are totally having a good time, because they are BOTH with their dog girl friend. 

Cats Love Dogs!

Mom was going through some of her pictures on the computer and found these photos of me and my brother, Hobbes. I think she forgot how much he liked to bother me, because she made me look at them and said, "Look how cute you two were, do you want another cat?" I really don't care if we get another cat or not. I mean, they have yummy food and everything, but they also try to steal the warm spot, especially on people's laps, and that's kind of my place now. I guess I could make a place for a new cat brother or sister, but they would have to be really nice and share their cat toys and dinner. And I get the warm spot.

Annabelle.

Too many of these posts- but rest in peace, little girl. Dogs should live longer, and that's all there is to that.

Dogs Love Drool!

Yes, this drooly creature faced me through the back screen as I completed cleaning her house from top to bottom- so it stayed outside. Moms DON'T love drool.