My Interview

My meet-up guest, Cub, is doing interviews and has posed the following questions to me:

1. I really loved swimming in your pool. How come you don't swim?

Not sure why, but water scares me. I even cross the road during walks when there are sprinklers going. And I hide under the bed when I hear the "bath" word. In my opinion, the only good water is that found in my waterbowl!

2. I'm sorry I knocked your tooth out... Want to try getting along with each other again some time?

As Mom tells everyone, losing my tooth was my fault. I shouldn't have started a scuffle with you. Anyway, now with 2 missing front teeth, I can slurp spaghetti better! I would love to get together. Your yard or mine?

3. You're a trim and pretty dog. What's your secret?

Thanks for the compliment! I got pretty chubby for a while when Mom fed me the yummy wet food out of the little cans. But, now I eat the dry stuff formulated for indoor dogs. It's not all that bad, and helps keep my yard cleaner. And when I'm really lucky, Mom gives me tuna or chicken also. Tuna is my all-time favorite!

4. Same question I asked the other dogs: What is one secret of a blissful life that you'd like to share with your thumb-haver?

Don't worry about little problems that are nothing more than temporary nusances in the big picture of life. Spend more time noticing and taking pleasure in small things. I get Mom to smile everyday by reminding her it's time to get off the computer and share some tuna, go outside, or have a cuddle.

5. Walks or rides: which are your favorite? Explain your answer.

Close, but I think I have to say walks. I always get excited when I see Mom put on her socks and those old shoes of hers. It means a walk might be in store for us. I love going in the car, but I think walks are best because I get to check out the neighborhood and sniff out other dogs' trails. Plus, you never know when you'll get the added bonus of a lizard or possum sighting and possible chase!

Thanks for the interview, Cub!

If you would like to be interviewed by me next, these are the rules:

1. If you are interested in being interviewed, leave a comment on my blog saying, 'interview me.'

2. I will respond by posting five questions for you. I get to pick the questions.

3. You will update your blog with a post with your answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Who is next?

Party Party Party!

We had a birthday party for one of my favoritest people ever, Mom's friend Lisa!

I started to get suspicious that someone was coming when Mom spent the day running around the house and cooking instead of sitting at the computer like she usually does.

Then, she finally said those words I love to hear: "Want to see Lisa?" Yahoo! Here's picture of me waiting for her to arrive!

Lots of other people came which was pretty fun because that meant more people to pet me and give me treats. I stayed in the kitchen close to the food, not back in the room where people hit balls around on a table with big sticks. That hurts my ears.

I wish Lisa could have a birthday and come to my house every day!

The High Price of Being a Brat

Things have finally settled down from a couple of weeks ago.

The excitement all started when Mom invited Cub and Angus and their mom over. They were very nice, but then when we all went out to the backyard, they did the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen…they got in the swimming pool! And all by themselves! I’ve never seen anything so crazy! Everyone knows water is scary!

Finally we went in the house and I got bored hearing Mom praise those two for their swimming prowess, manners, and sweetness. So, I decided to have a go at Cub to try to rile her up, and that’s when I learned that being a brat can be costly. Not only did I fail to get Cub to act up, I bumped my tooth and it fell out.

This led to a visit to the doctor which, in turn, led to needles and pills. And to top it all off, now I have to have my teeth brushed every night (what’s left of them, that is!)

I just might listen to Mom next time when she tells me to be a good dog and play nice like Cub and Angus.

I love carpet!

I've been sorting through my photo album looking for a good picture of me to post. The problem is that I don't have many, because I hate having my picture taken, just like Mom! I'm not sure why she's so camera shy, but cameras remind me of thunderstorms when they flash, and thunderstorms are about the scariest things in the world!


This is a picture taken at our old house. I loved that house 'cause it had carpet in every room.



Carpet is great for so many things! Among other things:

• getting traction to run,
• rolling on to dry yourself,
• cleaning mud from your paws,
• wiping crumbs from your face,
• scooting on when you have an itchy "down there", and
• being a great substitute for grass when you're too lazy to let your mom know you need to go outside to do your business.

I wonder why Mom put wood floors in our new house?

Hello World

So, Mom has let me start a blog.

I smile to myself when I say “let”. Little does she know that I’ve been using her computer for a long time when she’s away. How does she think she got on all the email lists? I think it is funny to sign her up for mail-order prescriptions, mortgages, and car loans. Don’t know what all those are, except that one is related to cars. “Car” is one of my favorite words because it means going a ride! So, I figure anything related to a car must be good, right!?

Anyway, apparently one of Mom’s friend’s dogs has a blog, so Mom thought I needed a place to express myself. Honestly, barking and marking my territory express just about everything I want to express, but if it makes her happy, then who am I to deny her?!

But, she better liven things up around here if I’m going to have anything to write about. Watching her sit at the computer day after day doesn’t make for interesting material for my blog. I need inspiration! Visitors, treats, rides, walks, new squeakies! Is that too much to ask for?!