Getting Ready for Paddies Day

I'm not sure what Paddies Day is, but Daddies got me dressed up for it already!
How do you like my 'danna?

My Shamyrocks and 4-Leaf Clovers

You Know, I'm Havin' a Birt-day Soon

Did I Hear a Leprychaun?

I'm Such a Handsome One!

Big Bird

This big bird is driving me nuts.  I know when he's out there, almost every morning after I have already been out and done my morning pee.

But my daddies won't let me go out and play with him.

When I see him out the window, I jump up and down and run back and forth from the window in the living room to the sunroom and the bedroom.

One of these mornings I'm going to stay calm and go by the door like I do when I have to do my business.  Then, I'll go and run to see big bird.  I will get him to play with me yet!

Marty Grah and Ashday

Daddy got me dressed up for Marty Grah.  I don't know why, cuz we don't have any friends named Marty, and this Marty guy never did show up.

Marty likes beads, I guess and well, I don't look all that bad in beads, do I?  Daddy took them off and said to be glad I don't have to get in the ashes.

I don't know what he is talking about sometimes....we don't even have a fireplace...

Cried Woof!

Daddies say I cried Woof the other night when they got their mailbox attacked by vandrels.  They say I always bark at nothing, like when I hear a car across the street.  So they always say "Be Quiet!"

So I barked the other night but they didn't listen and said "Be Quiet!" but there were kids smashing the mailbox.  I wish when I say "Woof" they could tell it's a "Someone-is-smashing-the mailbox-Woof" and not a "Someone-across-the-street-just-got-home-Woof",

Too bad my dads don't understand my "Woofs".

My Bestest Friend Katja

Well, life has been booooring  except for trips to the doggie park and here and there.  Daddies say I take too much granit.  Well, I just take biscuits and dog food, no granit.

Anyhows, here are pictures of my handsomeness at the doggie park and the young lassie who worships the ground I run on.

Her name is Katja and she is some kind of a Black Shepherd -Czechoslovakian or Polish or something.  She speaks German cuz her Mommy talks to her in German - she says words I don't understand.  But Katja doesn't always listen good.  

Especially when she runs across the field to say hello to another doggie - her momma says "Nine Katja"..  Then I usually go get her and bring her back to the trail.  Like Katja, that's more than nine times you run off, more like ninynine.

I love sticks.  Daddy says I'm Obsessed.  Katja likes to play with me tugging sticks.  I love Katja.  Other dogs just don't get it.  Katja understands how to play tug and run together with a stick.

Yeah, once I get hold of a stick, I don't let go...I won't let go...I CAN'T let go.

We go hiking together about three time a week...I can't wait till tomorrow...

We've got a date at 10.  First we will run and run.  Then I'll get a stick and we'll play tug!

I"m Back

Well, my trip to grandma's is over and me and Daddies are back home.  I like being home again.  I got my couch and my big woods in back.  And lots of sticks.

At grandma's I got to play with Buddy and we went hiking with Avalanche at a waterfall park in South Carolina.  But there were no trails where we could run leash-free.

I like trips, but traveling really tires me out.  Especially running around that yard with Buddy and having to see kittycats prancing around and looking at me funny, like I was some kinda unwelcome guest.  There was also a lot of waiting around to do something fun.  More waiting than fun.

So I pretty much slept all the way home.  Except when Daddy reached into the cheesy crackers, then I was on alert.  Never know when he was going to throw a cracker in the back seat.  Gotta be ready.  And of course the rest stops when I got to pee.  Some rest stops had nice big play areas and sticks too, but mostly they had just a tiny strip of grass to walk on.

Did I tell you I got a new collar and matching leash for Christmas, but Daddy had to sew them to make them better.  The collar was too long and I'm not sure what he did with the leash, but the important thing is the color compliments my golden-yellow eyes.  He finished fixing it on the way home, so I got to wear it for the first time.

My New Collar Matches My Eyes,
Don't You Think?

I Found A Lacrosse Ball While Playing
In The Park Near My Motel

My Motel Allows Dogs - And I Brought My Own Bed
 But Don't Tell The Management I Tried Out Daddies Bed

I am going to call Katja today and see if we can go hiking at the doggie park.

Thank Dog, Sticks Are Everywhere

Nice Trail, Nice Morning

Me and my friend Sadie out for a stroll - on a leash, ugh!

Gosh, I'm Handsome

Got Some Toys For Christmas

 I got toys and treats for Christmas.  I chewed up some of them - the toys - pretty much already.  Daddy says that's why I usually get a tied up wad of old socks instead of toys.  Christmas is special.  I'll be back to chewing tied up socks soon....

Holidays Wear You Out, But A Nice Snooze Helps

Back To Staring Out The Window

Christmas Bath

Getting Dried Off - Get Me Outta Here!

Gosh, I thought Christmas was fun.  Getting toys and biscuits and treats.  Squeaky toys and fuzzy toys and maybe a new collar or bandana.

But then I heard daddy Frank go into the closet to get towels.  He never gets towels after dinner.  I knew somethin' was up.  And it was not good.  He didn't have to say a word, I knew what he was thinking and what he was scheming.  Then he went to the cookie jar.  I knew it! Bribes!

Then he says "Come on Benni" like he thinks I'll just follow him to my execution.

I'll play along for a Liver Snap, up to a point.  But I ain't goin' NEAR that bathroom.

Daddy begs and coaxes.  NO WAY!

Then he grabs me by my collar and starts dragging me.  I resist.  He calls Daddy Leon for reinforcements.  They corral me into the bathroom.  Dread!

But I'm NOT getting into that tub!  Christmas bath, Bah Humbug!

Well, Daddy got his way but I didn't make it easy for him.

I got showered up and dried off and rubbed down and combed out.  I guess they call it a spa treatment.  Daddies are too cheap to send me to the groomer where Bouvier goes.  Bouvier is a classy Poodle.

I get my Christmas Bath in the old bathtub.  Gosh, I HATE Christmas Bath.  How humiliating!

Daddy Leon Brushing Me Out

When You See SOMETHING, Bark SOMETHING

Daddy says my bark sounds so serious.  I look out the window and whenever there's something going on across the street I bark.  Sometimes it's just a "ruf";  Sometimes it's a "Ruff, Ruff", it depends.  Sometimes I say "GRUFF, GRUFF, GRUFF,GRUFF, GRUFF" real loud.  Daddies get upset when I talk like that when they're watching TV.  But that's my job,

Daddy says even when I know there's really nothing to Ruff about, I won't admit it.  (I won't, cuz I take my job serious and don't want to admit when I goof).

Any how, like they say on that commercial, "When you see SOMETHING, say SOMERUFF".

Back at the Park with my friends:

Me and Katja Sharing a Stick 

But It's Really My Stick

Life Is Doggie Park and Dinner and Snoozing

Daddies think I should have words of wisdom, whatever that is. But life is too simple to have lots to say. Sleep, Eat, Walk, Play.

I just hang out on my couch, look out the window and wait to go out. I go to doggie park almost every day or to the woods up back. We walk for a half hour or an hour. I could keep going cuz I never get tired, even though I like to snooze.

I snooze when I'm bored...  When I can't go out or when no one wants to play.

Me looking Out

Me In The Woods

Me, Posing On The Big Rock At Doggie Park

Ain't I So Handsome?

I Just Heard I Car Drive Into The Lot
That Means A New Doggie To Play With
Gotta Go...