Happy New Year to all

So, 2008 has come and (almost) gone. I guess it was a pretty good year. The Infant made her appearance and whether or not this was good for me remains to be seen. Everyone else is completely in love with her. Curly and The Guy can't get enough of her. The Voice and all the other Humans are always fighting over who gets to hold her. I guess she is pretty interesting (and she does smell completely different from the other Humans). Speaking of The Voice, we need to keep him in our prayers
(and yes, dogs pray, too. Remember, all dogs go to heaven).


2008 also gave me cousin Morgan. If she would calm down a little, we could be friends, but for now she's a little too much for me to handle. I'm still not sure about how I feel about her spending the night - especially with The Infant here now. I finally decided that I need to sleep in the hallway room so that I can keep an eye on both bedrooms.


I almost forgot to mention Christmas. I had a nice time - got several treats, but the night before was a little stressful. Curly's Twin (without the curls) and Morgan spent the night. Apparently Morgan hasn't learned the etiquette for spending the night at someone else's house. She barked every two hours and that really annoyed Curly's Twin since she was sleeping on the couch. I had to get out of bed and make sure everything was okay. It would have bothered me more, but I did get a treat each time.


Happy New Year!

For your enjoyment...

I'm not normally into these photo montages on YouTube but this one is very good. Also, this is an amazing version of O Holy Night - probably my favorite version - by Selah. Keep checking back. I'll post more pictures of Cora soon since she doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

Now that my nails are clipped...

...I can blog again. You'd be surprised to learn how difficult it is to type with long nails. I had to go see that tall, skinny guy with red hair again (you remember - the one that cut off part of my ear). Well, as soon as I got home, I got started on this

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I thought you said she wasn't a snack...

'nuff said!

Curly's not so fat anymore

I know it's been a while since I've been able to blog, but for good reason. Curly needed alot of help these last couple months and I did what I could. I wish she would have warned me when she was going to use me to help her stand up. That really was alot of weight to put on me, and remember, I'm only 90lbs.

Well, Curly's belly isn't sticking out quite so much now, and that thing that's NOT a treat they kept talking about is here! Her name is Cora and she looks kind of like a miniature version of BOTH Curly and The Guy.

I'm not exactly sure of all of the details, but I do know that Curly awoke me from a very deep sleep at about 1:00am on Oct. 29. She was making noise and walking around then all of a sudden Curly and The Guy just left! I didn't see them again until Saturday and when they came home they had Cora with them. While they were gone the guy with The Voice stayed here and for some reason he kept sticking little blankets under my nose. They smelled like Curly, and of course I already know what she smells like, so I'm not sure what he wanted me to do (we all know I don't do tricks).

Anyway, the past two weeks I've been pretty busy creating this little slide show of Cora. Hope you enjoy.

So that's the thing I'm not supposed to eat

Again, I don't know why Curly thinks I would eat it - it looks nothing like a sausage! She says it's probably a girl, but apparently is very stubborn. I guess she might have to quadruple-check to make sure.

The Guy is so nervous about everything! I think he's nesting. If it weren't for having to clean, The Guy would have everything done already.

Has it really been a month?

I can't believe I haven't had anything to say for a month! I just wanted to say happy father's day to The Guy. There's really not much going on around here except Curly has been here an awful lot recently. Why does she not still leave in the mornings? I can't get anything done around here with her petting me and such all day. Also, she seems to be getting fat recently. She calls me a Chub Scout, maybe she needs to look in a mirror.

I did get one full day of peace last weekend. Apparently Curly and The Guy went to another concert. This one was some guy named Jimmy Buffett. I'm pretty sure they had a really good time. I know they were really tired for two days once they got back. I heard them saying something about being 100 degrees at the concert. Why would anyone want to be outside in something like that - I was here enjoying my air conditioning.

Happy Birthday to me!

So, tomorrow is my 5th birthday and I really hope Curly and The Guy remember. I'm hoping for a steak, but I'd settle for a hot dog. I'm also wanting a new The Man. I destroyed the squeaker in the last replacement in record time. I'll let you know if Curly and The Guy live up to my expectations, but I'm not getting my hopes up. After all they do for Travapalooza you'd think they would be able to spare a hot dog.

On another note, I found out what a concert is, and I think I'd like to go to one. Curly and The Guy are going to see Jimmy Buffett in June and I may be able to stow away for that one. My dream concert though would have to be the New Kids on the Block reunion tour. Yes, I'm a closet fan and I do adore Danny. We seem to have the same build (short and muscular).

Why were Curly and The Guy out so late Thurs?

So, The Guy came home pretty excited on Thursday. He kept talking about hanging out at work with some guy named Kenny Chesney. I guess he came to the clinic to lift weights and ended up hanging out for a while. When he left, he left tickets to a concert. I'll have to look more into what that means. I don't think I've ever been to concert before.

Curly and The Guy were very late getting home and when they did come in, they had some pictures to show me. Apparently, Curly ended up with some Kenny Chesney sweat on her. He must be pretty special because she didn't seem weirded out at all and I would think that normally that would cause her to go into some kind of panic attack.

The Guy had his picture taken with this Chesney fellow, and if I can get a copy, I'll post it, too.

What was David Bowie thinking?

So, I may have to rethink the choice of songs in the video of the ultrasound. An alert reader pointed out his derogatory use of the term "puppy dog tails." I take issues with this for two reasons; one, I don't have a tail and that's a painful reminder and two, I think the use of the term implies the removal of the tail. Just wrong.

I was bored...

So, Curly and The Guy had this thing they called an ultrasound.  Curly showed me the pictures and told me this was The Baby.  I don't know why she thinks I'd want to eat THAT.  It doesn't look the least bit appetizing and from what I can tell, smells nothing like sausage.  

Anyway, while Curly and The Guy were busy I decided to fool around with iMovie and this is my creation.  See what you think.

Yeah, I'm still here

I'm still here.  Curly and The Guy are so preoccupied with this "baby" that I can't get any attention.  They even took up all of my rugs.  I can't get any traction and I look like Wiley Coyote whenever I try to go anywhere.  How humiliating! At least they remember to feed me.  Hopefully they'll forget I'm supposed to get a bath this week.

Curly needs to do SOMETHING!

Seriously.  Why is she here?  She's been here for a week now and at first it was okay - I like it when she's here; I can go out when I want, I get more treats, sometimes I get ear rubs.  But, there is a tradeoff.  She moves around the house too much and as soon as I lay down and get comfortable, she's off to another room.  Does she think I'm going to let her go by herself?  What if there are treats in there that need eaten?  No, I have to go, too.

She also thinks she gets to control the TV.  This is the big problem.  Usually when she leaves I get to hone my reputation as the most well informed pup in America, but not this week.  No, I have to endure endless hours of Law and Order.  How am I supposed to keep myself informed about the nuances of the Obama and Clinton campaigns?  For example, will Malia and Sasha get a dog?  If so, what kind?  Will it be a purebred?  I hope not, that seems sort of red state to me.

These are the issues that really matter and if Curly is here dumbing down the environment, how am I supposed to find out?  Just to be fair, The Guy does the same thing on Tuesdays and Fridays.  It's almost like he goes out the door and a few minutes later, he's back.  He doesn't watch Law and Order though, he watches ESPN.  I don't mind if he watches UGA or UT, but if he's watching Arizona or Kentucky or Davidson, well that is just unacceptable.

Oh yeah, I guess I should mention here that Curly and The Guy are expecting another "baby." Now, I don't know exactly what this means.  Is it another baby like me?  Somehow, I don't really think so because they both keep asking me not to eat it.  Whatever it means, I don't think I'm going to like it.  

A Little Post-St. Patty's Day Wisdom

May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind always be at your back.  The smells are more prominent that way.  May the cats in the neighborhood be gentle, may the treats always be plentiful.  Especially the pig's ears.  May the baths be few and far between, may the dirt in the yard be loose and muddy. That's the best dirt for digging a hole.  May your food be covered in gravy, may your ear rubs be plentiful.  Happy St. Paddy's Day.

Travapalooza

It's here again at last - the grandest holiday of them all!  A monthlong celebration of The Guy.  All Guy, all the time.  What could get any better?  Dinners, cakes, weightlifting equipment.  All in celebration of my The Guy.  And you silly people call me spoiled.

Speaking of gifts, The Man's squeaker is broken.  I'm very disappointed.  Curly keeps telling me she'll get me another one, but it's just not the same.  The Man and I have been through alot together since Christmas morning.

Curly keeps reading someone else's blog about Germany.  She seems really excited about it, and somehow I sense a trip in the future.  I suppose it's okay since the guy with The Voice usually comes to stay with me.  I would like to visit Germany myself, though.  I've always had a thing for German Shepards.

Where'd Curly go?

Okay, so I've been home alone with The Guy since Thursday.  Is Curly coming back?  It's just not the same without her here.  True, I do get more of the bed without her here, but I also don't get nearly as many treats.  I guess it's a trade-off.  

The Guy put the phone to my ear on Saturday and I think I could hear Curly, but all she kept saying was "Hey Bull Pup.  What are you doing Bull Buddy?"  Did she really expect me to answer?  I don't know what that was all about.  When she gave the phone back to the The Guy he kept saying something about a "grassy knoll."  I don't know what that is, but it sounds like I'd like to pee on it!

The Guy keeps leaving and going to the hospital to see Mama Matheny.  I really hope she's okay.  I hear she really enjoyed the flowers I sent on Thursday.  Dialing the phone is a very tedious process for me (my dew claws always hit extra buttons).  I hope next time he goes he'll take me with him.

It's not often I get to pee on the top of a tree

It's been a big weekend around here;  Curly and The Guy cut down all of my trees.  To be fair, the wind blew one of them down, but they cut down the smaller one for no good reason.  They had people here helping them all day Friday and Saturday so I didn't get much rest.  It's supposed to be the weekend.  I've worked hard all week and have been looking forward to a little peace and quiet and this is what I get instead.

I think they're talking about putting up a privacy fence, now.  It's about time.  I don't know how to put this any more delicately, but every time I take a dump, I'm in full view of all the cars on Route 60.   A little privacy would be nice for once. 

I guess my ear in healing okay.  Curly took me back to see the Guy With Red Hair again.  Thankfully, he took the stitches out.  They were starting to itch.  I think the new story in gonna be that I got in a fight with a doberman.  The ear looks just like someone took a bite out of it.  I think the bitches will like that story better.

I went to visit Mama and Papa Mullins on Sunday.  Curly and The Guy had lasagna for lunch.  I just wanted to smell it, but they wouldn't even let me near the plate.  When The Guy wasn't looking I did get to lick his plate.

Curly is still really stressed about work.  She told me she's going to be going on a trip at the end of February, so I hope that helps her loosen up.  I really hope she'll consider taking me with her.  I'm afraid The Guy is going to forget to give me my dry cereal every day.  I also don't like staying with him because the only time he let's me stay outside for more than two minutes is early in the morning.  I don't want to be out in the morning, but he just doesn't get it.  I would like to be outside in the afternoons, but every time I find something interesting to do in the yard he makes me come in.  I don't know what he's worried about, it's not like I can go anywhere.

I hear Grandma Hopkins is coming for a visit this weekend and I really hope Curly takes me to visit her.  She always gives the best treats.

Glad that's over

The mouse is gone.  Lured to his death by peanut butter and chocolate.  I think Curly could fall for that trap.

Bush has 361 more days left in office.  I wish I could vote.  I guess it's because I don't have thumbs.  I think I'm leaning toward Hillary, but I wouldn't mind Barack.  I read Dreams from my Father  after Curly finished it.  I guess I'll have to start The Audacity of Hope.  I'll need to figure out a way to get the book out of the bookcase.  I can't reach past the bottom shelf.

Keep him out of my treats!

Well, as you may or may not know, I typically like to sleep in 'til around 10:00 or 11:00 each morning.  Sometimes I walk Curly to the door when she leaves around 6:30 and then I go back and lay in bed with The Guy 'til he makes me get up and go outside (I still don't know why he makes me stand outside for 5 minutes every morning). Generally, I then get a meager breakfast and go back to bed until the mailman comes.  

Not this morning.  Curly decided to scream and get both me and The Guy out of bed.  I guess she was concerned (and rightly so) because there was a mouse near my treats.  He can't actually get in the treats, but the fact that he was near them at all has me concerned.  Why do I even keep the humans around here?  Is it that much to ask to keep me well fed, warm, un-mutilated, and the house mouse-free?  

Look at all I do for them.  I bark at the mailman.  I usually let them know when someone comes to visit.  I let them play with The Man.  If I feel like it, I even get out of bed to welcome them home.  What do I get in return?  Dry cereal for dinner EVERY day, locked outside every morning without a jacket or shoes (I don't have much fur on my stomach), and half my ear cut off for no apparent reason.  I'm considering changing the locks.

Anyway, it's been 11 hours since "the scream" and they still don't have the mouse.  This is unacceptable.  It's not unusual - I usually have to tell them there's a mouse in the house, but I REFUSE to lower myself to the status of a cat and attempt to catch it.  That's what humans are for (that and picking up my poop).

Don't call me Vincent

I don't know what I did to deserve this.  Last Thursday morning the humans took me to see that tall guy with red hair that gives me treats.  Next thing I know, I'm missing half my ear!  Eventually my human with the Curly hair came back to get me, but it was too late.  Gone.  

The anesthesia did have a pleasing after-effect.  And the humans did cater to my every whim (but I guess that wasn't out of the ordinary), but still, why did it have to be the ear?  I guess the bitches dig scars - at least I have that going for me.

So anyway, I've been shaking my head alot.  It seems to annoy Curly because it splatters blood everywhere.  She tried to put a stop to that today.  We went back to see the guy with the red hair.  I humored him and let him examine what's left of my ear, but next time Red, I'm taking part of your ear.