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Bug Free Weekend

There ain't no bugs on me. There ain't no bugs on me...there may be bugs on some of you mugs, but there ain't no bugs on me.

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

I'm A Tick Magnet

It was an adventurous weekend for me. Saturday dad and I spent the morning walking at Standing Bear Lake (dad refers to it as Dam Site 16). Besides getting a little rained on it was fun. Nice wide trail with new concrete. I even got into the lake. Just up to my belly though because it was cold.

On Sunday mom and dad took me to Cunningham Lake (again, dad refers to it as Dam Site 11). This walk wasn't as pleasant. It was warm yesterday afternoon and the trail really sucked. I have posted a few pictures below from my water break. Dad and mom planned ahead and brought me water this time.

I wish I could say that was the whole story. Unfortunately, during my adventures in the long grass ( I don't always care to walk on the trails) I received 5 ticks. 3 of which were found on me and the other 2 crawled off me while dad and I were napping and he found them on him. Which lead to a bath for me and some tick medicine (I was due for my monthly dose on Monday, lucky me).

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

A Night Out With Dad

Tonight, dad and I spent the evening together. I had been pretty mellow all day long because of waking up at 4:30 this morning. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately with all of the fireworks, especially when they are still going on at 4:30 in the morning. Needless to say, dad knew that at some point I would regain all of my energy and become a pest again. That point came as soon as mom stepped out the door to go to Shakespeare on the Green. Dad and I shared a few adult beverages together outside while playing ball and chasing each other around the yard. We then did the same thing inside minus the adult beverages because we ran out (1 bottle doesn’t go very far between the two of us). We then went to Zestos together, where once again the line was extremely long and I let them know about it. Those girls inside could hear my bark through 2 panes of glass. On a side note, dad took a new way to Zestos and I’m glad he did because they usually way had a State Trooper surprise road block. State Troopers and a slurring Westie don’t go together. Well, we made it home in one piece and no one was stuck in the clink for the night.

Once home, I sat on the driveway and let the little kids’ next door manhandle me. Unfortunately, that is when dad realized I had gotten into the day lilies outside because my head and body are spotted with yellow and orange spots (I guess I’ll be getting a bath tomorrow). Dad finished his ice cream and with a new wardrobe change (harness and longer leash) we went over to the neighbors and dad chatted away. I just say there again and let the kids manhandle me. I’m so nice. Well, those damn fireworks are going off again and I’m hoping dad slips me a sleeping pill tonight.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Fourth. I’ll leave you with a photo of me from yesterday’s celebration.

Peace Out,
Ruff Ruff

PS – I got a new crate today, which is bigger than my old one. I’ll let you know how it works out.

I've Been Tagged

Rules: Answer the following questions about yourself. At the end of the post you pass on the questions to 6 other bloggers and list their names. Then write them a comment telling them that they've been tagged and ask them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know that you've accepted the challenge and refer to your post.

1. What did you do 10 years ago?
Well, 10 years ago I wasn’t a Westie. I am currently living my second life, but before this I was a German Shepherd. So, 10 years ago I would’ve been a 3 years old and living the life of a German Sheppard. I was part of the K-9 unit for LAX. How I become a Westie living in Omaha in my second life is beyond me.

2. Five items on your to-do list today:
Go #1
Go #2
Take a nap
Annoy my parents
Catch live prey/Eat

3. Snacks I enjoy:
Milk Bones
Rabbit
Bird
Snakes

4. What would you do if you were a billionaire?
I would build a gigantic bed full of down pillows and blankets. Buy a set of grills for my pearly whites. Lots of bling.

5. Places I would live:
Deserted island, Mansions without stairs (moving walkways preferred)

6. Bloggers I am passing the challenge onto:
No one. I don’t know any other bloggers. But if you read this, feel free to post this on your blog.

Do you remember when...

Do you remember when you first experienced a mirror? I don't know exactly when I first noticed or saw a mirror but lately I have been trying to figure out what exactly a mirror is. When I was younger I was a little too self centered (now I'm just a little self centered ;-)) and just saw a mirror as an way to check myself out. But now I am exactly looking at the mirror and trying to determine why it works and why I can't just walk through it. Mom has a large mirror on her closet door and I see myself and I see dad but when I walk towards him I run into the door. When I walk around the door he isn't there.

On another note I have been a little booger today and I don't really know why. I think I might have a cold and I'm just being a little testy. It could also be the fact that I asked mom and dad last week if I could get a cell phone. They wanted to know why but I didn't have a good justification other than the internet during the day doesn't keep me busy enough and all the other dogs have them. I'm still without a cell phone and because of that I am revolting against them as a normal teenage would.

Dad is also sick and is coughing his head off downstairs watching the hockey game. So I think I will go down there and keep him company.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

My First Kill (at least something big enough to post about)

This is going to be short because my paws are tired from a 1 hr walk and 2 hrs of playing with Aunt Callie and Uncle Carsen. This afternoon I finally got my first kill as a Westie. I have killed ants, spiders, flies, rollie pollies, and whatever else is unfortunate enough to be walking on the ground. I got myself a snake today. At first it scared the #2 out of me, but after the initial shock and awe I killed the unfortunate soul. Ha Ha Ha.

Anyways here's a picture of my successful kill.

Here is a photo of me with a goofy grin after my kill.

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

A Dog's Thoughts

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry with me for too long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have work, your friends, your entertainment. I HAVE ONLY YOU!

5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice when it's speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll NEVER forget it.

7. Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I've been out in the sun too long or my heart may be getting old and weak.

9. Take care of me when I get old. You, too, will grow old.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch," or "Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, I love you.

Surprise Surprise It’s Grandma Jennifer

So, usually mom comes home around noon everyday to let me out and run around for about an hour before going back to work. Today was no different or so I thought. The garage opened (that means she’s home, so I got all excited) and then shortly later the front door opened. Then I hear foot steps and then the foot steps turned the corner and it wasn’t mom’s face that I saw but Grandma Jennifer. I hadn’t seen her since she “babysat” me for the day and I haven’t been asked back.

I strutted to the back door (I don’t walk, I strut) and then I saw my Aunt Babe (aka Border Collie) and Aunt Amy in the backyard. Aunt Babe came to the door and I wanted out so badly I kept pawing at the window, but Grandma couldn’t figure out the security locks on the door. She noticed my increasing anticipation to get outside, so she picked me up and carried me around the house to the backyard. They eventually figured out how to open the backyard. Aunt Babe and I played around with the ball and football for over an hour before I they took me on a walk around the block and put back in my crate, so they could go back home.

Dad came home about 1.5 hrs later and I was exhausted. I ate my food and then I just wanted to nap. Dad and I hit the new trundle bed upstairs and slept for about 30 mins. before mom called. I spent the rest of the evening barking at the birds, getting a walk around the neighborhood again, and helped dad wash his golf clubs downstairs. From what I’ve seen the backyard, Dad is going to be the next Tiger Woods.

Peace Out,
Ruff Ruff

What a week its been

First off, I need to apologize for the lack of written blogs lately, but it has just been way too nice outside to be sitting around all day on a computer. Secondly, I need to apologize if this entry gets a little off subject or rambly because I'm nursing a serious hangover this morning. Last night was probably my best human friends birthday. Happy Birthday J Wo. Anyways, I was able to sneak into Crescent Moon last night with mom and dad. It's a lot harder for dogs to get over a hang over. It's not like my normal food or water is going to cure it. Thank goodness for the crappy weather today. This will allow me to stay in and just sleep.

It's been a very busy week. You know I'm an avid gardener as you can see in a photo from a previous post. Last Sunday, mom helped me plant "Impatients" all around the flower beds and dad helped my lift the two new Sargent Craptrees into their hole that I dug with my paws (2.5' x 1'). I then planted our vegetable garden (not sure why I did this because I'm not going to get to eat any of it) and finished prepping the rest of the beds up for mulch. When it was all said and done yesterday, dad, myself, and a neighbor (dad miscalculated how much mulch we needed and so the neighbor took dad to get more in his pickup truck) had placed 10 CY of mulch. I will have to post photos of the flowers beds here when it gets done raining.

I finished up the week yesterday with supervising some roofers who installed some new roof vents and replaced the chimney flashing. Hector and Chewy were really nice even though I have no idea what they said to me. Also, NFM delivered two new pieces of furniture for me to nap on. A bed with a trundle upstairs and a huge sectional in the basement. I love the sectional because I hop up on one end and walk over everyone to get to the other end. Now the 27" TV looks too small. Better talk dad into buying a new one.

It's time for me to go take some Tylenol and drink some Gatorade (kidding), but I am going to go nap. Have you ever noticed I love to nap. I got that from my mom. Oh by the way, don't forget Mothers day tomorrow. I know I'll be thinking of my natural mother, where ever she may be.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

I Got Caught

You Can't Handle This

I am a “terrier” breed or better known as “terror” breed and according to my dad I am his little “terror”. Yesterday was an experience that I may never ever get to experience again. I spent the day with my pirate Aunt (she only has one good eye, so she keeps her bad eye shut) and my crazy grandma at their house. My day included 5 walks, 4 hours of playing outside and 20 minutes napping. I would have loved 1 walk, 4 hours of playing and the rest of the time relaxing and napping. I love napping/sleeping but as long as it’s on a blanket, couch, bed, or carpet. My only choice yesterday was ceramic tile. That just isn’t comfortable and for that reason if I couldn’t nap no one else was going to nap and I let them know that. Honestly, I weigh 17 lbs on a good day. I’m only 18 inches long and 8 inches off the ground. I don’t take up that much room, let me sleep somewhere comfortable.

Well, Dad picked me up after work and I was so tired I thought my legs were going to fall off. I didn’t whine or bark in the car, I just sat there and even fell asleep in the car on the way home. Once I got home I got that comfort feeling that you humans get when you’ve been on vacation for awhile and you can’t wait for your own bed to sleep in. That is how I felt. I slept 2 out of 5 hrs once I got home and still went to bed at 9ish last night. It was a fun, exhausting, life changing experience kind of day.

One last thing to say is that I love being I N D E P E N D E N T.

Check out the chorus to my latest song that drops next week.

Independent
by Lil White

I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Know What That Mean

I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Know What That Mean

They Got Me My Own Crate

They Got Me My Own Ball

Two Jobs Work Hard U A Bad Breed

If U Aint On Sit Down

If U Aint On Sit Down

If U Aint On Sit Down

If U Aint On Sit Down

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

Photo Session In the Park (2 weekends ago)

Nobody gets the frisbee from me even if I'm taking a water break.

I guess these concrete sewer art sculptures are good for something.

It's all about community.

Dad and I posing inside the "art" work.

Getting a life lesson from Dad as we walk.

I got my summer cut (at least the first one)

My After Shots

(For a before shot, see previous post)

Weekend Update

I spent almost 15 hours outside this weekend helping mom and dad work in the garden, helped them role up the garden hose, picked up dug up roots, dug holes for new and transplanted plants, and just working on my tan. By about 8pm on Saturday and Sunday nights, I have been sound asleep, just exhausted from all of my hard work.

I get groomed today, so I will have to let you know how that goes tomorrow. It's going to be a tough chore for Kelli today because I am pretty dirty from this weekends work outside, plus I lounged under the pine tree and got sap on my belly

Here is a photo of me helping in the garden.

Yep, that's a photo of me with a shovel in my mouth. I don't like to get my paws dirty, so I use a shovel when digging.

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

All For A 30 Year Old Man

Another Saturday night locked in the slammer and this time it was for a 30 year old man. Come on. A week and a half ago I posted on how we stopped by our human friends house of Mike and Liz up in Ponca Hills. Mike turned 30 last night, which meant once again I wasn't allowed to go to the bar and celebrate. Just because I out shotted my mom and I had to carry her into the house one night, doesn't mean I shouldn't be able to go out again. For this, I am potentially going to file suit against my mom and dad for false imprisonment. As of right now I don't have an attorney but if I would've been able to go to the party I would've been able to party with some of the best attorneys in Omaha like Mike and Liz, Kari, my mom, etc., and did I mention Don Kleine was there. I would've been able to tell him what a great deputy attorney I would be.

I off to wake my parents up from their drunken slumber. Enjoy your day and enjoy the Masters Mike.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

I'm on the prowl

Move b**ch, get out the way

Get out the way b**ch, get out the way

Move b**ch, get out the way

Get out the way b**ch, get out the way

By Oscarcris

I think this sums it all up

Dad says we are going to have to walk more.

Does he not remember I have really short legs and get tired really quick?

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

I'm just sittin' out here watchin' airplanes take off and fly

So I don’t know how many Westies get to go to the airport, but I got to last night. Mom and dad found out yesterday morning that one leg of our (still assuming I’m going) Maui trip got cancelled because ATA airlines filed bankruptcy. So, after 2 hours on the phone with US Airways, Orbitz, and Discover Card it was determined that we had to go to the airport physically to confirm the changes to our Maui to Phoenix flight because Orbitz had issued us paper tickets. Mom dropped dad off and we went over to the park (CL 4ever) and we watched the airplanes and birds and ducks and whatnot. It was fun but after a half hour it was time to go home, but we made a pit stop at Mike and Liz’s house (a couple of my human friends). I was eye balling the pork roast sitting on the counter, licking my lips, getting ready to dive bomb Mike hoping he would drop it on the floor for me, but no such luck.

I would like to make a public apology to my parents for being such a pain the last couple days. I’ve been too vocal at inappropriate times (ie 515 am). I’ll work on my inside voice.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

The Refrigerator

In my off time I like to sit and stare at the refrigerator door, hoping that it will open up and I can hop in a grab some food. Unfortunately the door never seems to open by itself and I'm not tall enough, let alone strong enough to open the door myself. Which means I have a lot of time to read what mom and dad post on the refrigerator door. We have photos, magnets, calendars, and other unrecognizable items. But there is one quote on the door that I think everyone can learn from whether you are human or 4 legged like myself.

"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart. Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; if he betrays you twice, it is your fault. Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. He who loses money, loses much; he who loses a friend, loses much more; he who loses faith, loses all. Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art. Learn from the mistakes of others. You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself. Friends, you and me…you brought another friend…and then there were three…we started our group…our circle of friends…and like that circle…there is no beginning or end…yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift, that’s why they call it the present."
-Eleanor Roosevelt


Enjoy your day!

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

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I'm A Baking Machine

Look at the delicious cookies I just got done baking with dad.

Enjoy your Sunday.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

Fire Dog

From what I've been told by mom, dad grew up with his twin brother chasing fire trucks and police cars; at least they weren't getting chased by them. Today around 1230ish dad and I were working outside, dad was working on building some picture frames for mom and I was working on my tan. We started hearing a lot of sirens. All the dogs in the neighborhood starting howling, so of course I had to chime in. Mom then called and said she saw large plume of smoke. Dad being the rocket scientist that he is, put the two together and decided there must be a large fire somewhere. After making a phone call to his brother, dad and I hopped into the car to find the fire. It didn't take long. It was only 5 mins away from my house. I got scared at one point because it was so smokey I couldn't see out of the car window. Here are some photos I took while standing around.

Here is a photo of the frames dad made for a decorative ceiling tile that mom is going to use as artwork.

It's been another exhausting Saturday. Basketball is starting up and I'm going to go watch it with dad.

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

Sorry for the delay....

Sorry for the delay on posting it has just been so busy lately and the weather is getting nicer so its getting harder to post everyday. So my brief summary of the weekend is about all you are going to get as a recap. Here's a photo though of Calen (the 3 yr old I got to play with) and I. Also, another photo of catching the football after Calen threw it.

Last night I had a blast. Spent the evening with dad tearing out the border trim around all of the flower gardens in the backyard. I was daddy's lil helper. I helped him carry the 30' long plastic trim pieces from one side of the yard to the other and when he cut them up with the circular saw I helped carry it then also. They only problem was Dad was pulling one way and I was pulling the other way. He is stronger so he won. After I realized that Dad was too much of a match for me, I decided to latch on with my teeth and claws and go for a free ride. Fun for me, not for dad who ended up having to bathe me again to get all the mud off of my face and belly. It was well worth it.

After doing some Googling today, I found some more obscene photos and this time it was of my Aunt. Check it out.

Well off to watch a replay of "The Hills" premiere from last night. I fell asleep during the first 5 mins..

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter everybody. I almost got myself an Easter rabbit this morning but it was too darn quick. This is a short post because I get to go have a 9lb ham all by myself. But here is a glimpse of what my weekend review post will include:


-a bath


-3 year old at my house


-helping dad install baffles in the attic (he asked me to get staples for him, is he crazy?)


-a really long nap, under the covers with dad


-obviously Easter


-small group get together





I hope you all have a wonderful Easter.

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

Me Blogging Isn't Odd At All

Even your dog has a blog

(LifeWire) -- It goes without saying that Max, a 3-year-old golden retriever can't talk. But that doesn't stop him from chronicling his dog's life -- as told to his owner Aubrey Jones -- on the blog Max the Golden Retriever.

There are trips to the dog park, musings on his owners' socks, confessions about crushes on poodles and, of course, his passion for tennis balls.
"Hey, look, a tennis ball," a December 17, 2007, post reads. "My long-lost tennis ball. ... How many hours has it been since I saw you last?"

These days, it seems everyone from the UPS man to your mother-in-law is a blogger. At last count, the blog search engine Technorati.com shows nearly 113 million blogs on the Internet, and it estimates that more than 120,000 blogs are created each day.
So why shouldn't pets have voices? At least that's the sentiment of lots of pet owners who have set up blogs for their dogs, cats, goldfish and hamsters to channel their household companions online.

Jones, a small-business consultant, says he and his family in Raleigh, North Carolina, get a kick out of Max's blog. "It's a blast," he says. "I was looking for a way of doing something humorous. And I can really see Max in these posts. It's about capturing his energy."
In the process, he's captured other readers, too. Some leave comments on the blog about their own dogs; others have inquired about Max's availability for play dates. "There's a definite connection among dog owners," says Jones.

Max is in good company. Fellow pet scribes include Daisy, a frisky 4-year-old calico cat who writes about chasing lizards in and around her home in Parkland, Florida, along with catnip capers and modeling the latest kitty couture clothing. After each of her posts, between 50 and 150 fans, many of them masquerading as felines, leave comments.
Some pets are part of their owner's social network. Some 34,000 users daily visit Dogbook on Facebook, which allows owners to create "profiles" for their pets. Kitties may be a little neglected with 13,390 daily visits to Catbook.

Little bit of wimsey
Hope McPherson's Jack Russell terrier, Wimsey, joined the blogosphere in 2005. He had everything a pooch could want: doggie daycare, doting nannies, even a seat at the table. "He bows his head when we say grace," says McPherson, "but whines if the prayer gets too long."
Clearly, McPherson thought, Wimsey is a dog who has a lot to say, so to speak. "When he heard about blogging, he was immediately interested," jokes the Seattle resident. "I set him up with a blog and he took it from there."

McPherson, a writer by profession, says Wimsey loves his blog. But the family cat? Not so much.
"She's not amused," McPherson says. "She thinks people spend far too much time fawning over the dog and not recognizing her innate qualities." And there probably isn't a blog in her future. After all, says McPherson, "She's not interested in technology."
So ... Is this crazy?

Psychologist Larina Kase of Philadelphia says there are countless reasons people blog on behalf of their pets. "Pets are part of the family, yet we can't communicate with them about many things, so pet owners may blog about their pets as a way to better understand how their pets think and feel," she says.

And blogging in such a way, Kase says, can help a person connect with other humans, too.
"People bond over shared interests, especially those that they are passionate about. Walking a dog is a great way to meet other dog walkers and people who stop to pet your dog." Blogging, she says, is "21st-century dog walking."

Plus, says Kase, who doesn't want to live vicariously through their pet? "Every pet owner has had a moment when they look at their pet and think, 'I want his life. He eats, naps, goes for a little walk -- what a life.'" She thinks pet blogging might even be an effective way to relieve stress.

Getting your pet a blog
Got a poetic piranha or a chatty tabby? Free blogging platforms such as those at Blogger.com, WordPress.com or LiveJournal.com offer easy ways to set up a blog, whether it's for you or Rover. It doesn't take any special technology skills, either -- just some imagination and creativity.

McPherson offers this advice to would-be pet bloggers: "Try to see the world through your pet's perspective," she says. "It's his or her blog, after all. If you want the blog to be from your own point of view, do your own!"

I played the neighbor like a fiddle

I mentioned in my post last night that I had to blog about the neighbor that lives behind us. She reminds me of the “bird/pigeon lady” from the movie Home Alone 2. She is a little weird dressing and extremely odd. She enjoys hanging her clothes outside to dry when it’s the middle of winter and enjoys feeding all the little critters in the neighborhood, which includes me. There is even one time my dad was walking me and she drove by, stopped the car, blocked traffic, and gave me a dog biscuit (she keeps them in her pocket). A little creepy if you ask me.

Somebody gave me a new tennis ball yesterday and I believe it was her. I surprised dad by sitting on the back step with a new tennis ball (a green and orange one). He has no idea where it came from. Well the Bird Lady came out of her house last night to get her clothes off the line and I had to go out there. I knew she would give me a treat if I was there. It’s a little awkward getting a treat over the fence. I didn’t know if I was to sit like I’ve been taught or jump up on the fence to get it. So, I semi-sat and semi-stood up to receive the treat. Then she wanted to play with me through the fence. I fetch a ball pretty well, but I do not drop it for anyone. I’m a little dog and I get tired running, so I would rather play keep away than run from one side of the yard to the other just to get a ball. For 15 minutes I kept acting like I was going to bring the ball to the Bird Lady so she could throw it to me. I would drop it and she would use a stick to get it close to the fence and try to work it up the fence till she could get a hand on it. Each time she almost got it up far enough to throw it; I would grab it and take off running with it. It was great, but she definitely was getting frustrated with me. At one point she gave up and started going back inside. I dropped the ball, backed off, and barked at her. She came back to the fence to play and that’s when I took off running again with the ball. Oh boy, it was funny.

Mom and dad got a good laugh at it through the window. They even gave me a “good boy” and a treat when I got back in. It’s going to be really nice today. I hope she is back out again. Time for a dog nap.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

On the run!

A dark side of my past came back to me tonight and went away just as fast as it came, but it was around long enough. My parents don't know everything about me before they adopted me. One of those items came back to haunt me tonight. As I was strolling around outside in the rain, the "Po Po" chopper came flying above. As soon as a I heard the rattle and whistling of those oh so quiet roters, I took off running under the brush. You see back in my earlier life, pre-adoption I lived a pretty tough life. Struggled to make ends meet and made some bad choices a long the way. One of those decisions landed me in the slammer. Yes, good ole Oscar in the slammer. My name wasn't Oscar then. My name was D102938-83, listed at 1'10" standing up, about 15 lbs, and with really dirty white hair. I later become referred to as the "Terrifying Terrier". Didn't take crap from no one. Until one day, when a Teacup Poodle got the best of me. From that day on, I decided that I had to change my life around. I converted and was saved.

A few days after getting released from the slammer I was adopted by my wonderful parents. I have never looked back on my ugly past because its the past after all. It was just that sound of the rotors that sent shivers down my like doggie spine. Made by hair stand straight up on my forehead (honestly, I can't ever get it to lay down even after using styling gel).

Well, its getting close to bedtime and I need to rest. It was an exhausting afternoon and evening that included me getting a new tennis ball and annoying the heck out of our neighbor behind me. She gives me treats all the time, but she reminds me of the bird lady from Home Alone 2. Another story for another post.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

Happy St. Oscar's Day

I figured I better write something this morning before I can't type this afternoon or evening. This is going to be short because the line at Clancy's is already getting long and I'm getting thirsty for some green beer. Have a Happy and Safe St. Patty's Day.Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

The dishwasher is my "b*tch"

Life as a dog is very mundane. Monday thru Friday I have the same routine. Starting at 5:20 a.m. and usually ending around 9-10 p.m.. Even my food is the same stuff every morning and afternoon. It’s just plain boring. You try eating dried food that tastes the same for your entire life. That is why I appreciate my beef, chicken and pork flavored treats. It adds variety and spice in my life. There is one thing everyday that I look forward to and that is when my parents clean up after dinner and have the dishwasher open. It’s like heaven. All the smells and flavors. It’s like going to the ice cream shop and having them mix all the great tasting ice cream together. Each bite is different or in my case each lick is different. Sometimes I get some beef, pasta sauce, salad dressing, gravy, wine, margarita, cheese, whatever has dripped off the top or I can reach my head into to lick. Besides the dishwasher, the kitchen floor is also a good place to be during and after a meal. Did I mention its like being in heaven?

I am still waiting on suggestions for a “stage name”. What do you think of Wigglebutt for a name?

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

I’m in a funk.

Well, I still haven’t gotten over the whole time change thing or maybe I have the flu or something because I’m just so tired. I didn’t even take the time to eat breakfast this morning. Went straight from getting my business done outside to plopping myself down on the couch for some zzz’s. I heard it is spose to be really nice today and I can’t wait. Hopefully by the time I am done with my nap I’ll have enough energy to play.

Sometimes I just can’t get comfortable inside my crate when sleeping. I’m sure you humans have the same problems sometimes in your own bed. Pillows aren’t fluffed right or someone is hogging the covers. Anyways, I had this problem yesterday afternoon. After a bit of fussing around with my pillow I finally got it into a position that was comfortable to me. I guess dad thought it was a little strange because he snapped photos of it. (Note: mom and dad leave a blanket on top to keep me cozy; it sure works on those cold windy days.)

I know I look really sad in these photos, but I don’t like my teeth so I don’t smile a lot.

I almost forgot to mention that I got to go to the carwash yesterday with dad. This is my second time there and I think I know what the whole point of it is. It’s a giant bathtub for cars. Well, my eyes are getting sleepy and I’m running out of things to say.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

Contest Tuesday

I’m getting to an age in my life that I’m starting to feel like I need to financially contribute to my family expenses. There isn’t much a dog can do for money. So, I have been pondering on what I could and I came up with an idea. After the indecent photos of me were posted last week; I got a lot of positive feedback. With that in mind I have decided to start a website in which I would post “tasteful” photos of myself, but I don’t want to go by the name Oscar in case my parents find out.

I am asking you my readers to come up with a “stage” name for me. Leave it in a comment and later this week I will chose the one I like the best to be my “stage” name.

A longer post will be coming soon.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

I have a case of the Monday’s

Even for dogs, daylight saving time sucks. I don’t even understand it. Dad came in around 5:15 this morning to wake me up for the day. He turned the light on, I didn’t budge. He turned on the computer, I didn’t budge. He said my name, I didn’t budge. Finally, he opened up the crate and I woke up. I went outside did my business and came back in. I didn’t even want to eat, but I did. Then I went back to bed on the couch. Later on, mom made be go on a walk around the block. You think she would’ve taken the hint I was too tired when I laid down next to the front door with my harness and leash on. Really? Come on, how much more of a hint do you need? Seriously, a dogs life is tough and when you go and mess with my internal clock it gets a lot tougher. With that said, I’m going back to bed to gain my lost hour back.

A pictorial of a conversation mom and dad had this weekend.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

Seriously, I hate Sundays

Let's recap my adventures from the past 3 Sundays. First, I tried killing myself by choking on something (probably an outdoor frozen popsicle), last Sunday dad chopped off my nail too short and I bled everywhere for a day and now this Sunday on a walk with my Mom and vicious, burly, blood sucking, overly aggressive, punk dog tried to hunt my mom and myself down as its next meal. As you can tell I'm still here and so is my mom. Hello, I have to walk on a leash, why can't everyone else. It's over and there isn't anything I can do it about except mentally prepare myself for the horrible nightmares I will have tonight. Lucky for my parents, I have passed the bed wetting phase of my life.

I was only a couple months old last year at this time and my memory of that time period is really nonexistent. But I love the coming of spring. Birds chirping, squirrels and rabbits everywhere. Every night before I go to bed, dad takes me outside to go to the bathroom and for the past 3 nights there has been a rabbit smack dab in the middle of my yard. What is he thinking? This is my backyard. But for 3 nights he has been able to escape my paws. He always manages to get through the fence without running into it and I always run into head first.

Well I'm going to sign off. Going to go play with dad downstairs. I haven't seen him much lately because he has been over at Uncle Mike's house laying hardwood floors. I have no idea what that means, that is just what they tell me.

Here is a pic from my drunkenness that consumed me yesterday. Enjoy!

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff

Lazy Saturday

Sorry, no "real" blog entry today. Too hung over from last night and spent the whole day chasing "tail". I'm just too exhausted to do anything.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

New Blog Addition

Did you notice I added a Blog Counter? This way I can keep track on how many visitors I get everyday. Dad says that if I get 75 visitors in a given day, he'll let me chew on mom's delicious pair of Ugg boots. Holler!

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

It’s Friday and that’s about it.

I’m having difficulties coming up with what to blog about this morning. I guess I’m still suffering from brain freeze when I went outside to go “potty” this morning. As dad would say, “it’s as cold as the balls on a brass monkey” and I say “I’m glad I have fur”. I got to see the last half of Lost last night, I spent the first half outside walking around the block, “doin my thang”, walking proudly and strutting my stuff. Anyways, my dad came home with his head buzzed last night. Not sure if he is joining some cult, if he has been called up, or did it because mom kept bugging him about it, but the whole thing makes me think back to about 3 weeks ago when I got my haircut. It makes me think about clippers and how they really shouldn’t be used around certain “regions” of the body. Lucky for me, Kelli with Grooming By Kelli, had a steady hand and we didn’t have any accidents. The one thing I noticed with my haircut and dads haircut is he didn’t come home wearing a new bandana.

Today, my human friend Erin has her last day of nursing school and mom and dad are going out to celebrate with her tonight. Apparently, Clancy’s and Brass Knocker don’t allow pets, not even cute and hilarious ones like me. So I guess I’ll sit at home, throw a couple back by myself and sing karaoke for the neighbors. And no I will not be singing “How much is that doggie in the window”. I like my rap and R&B. A little Ja Rule, Kayne, P-Diddy, Ludacris, and Boyz II Men (oh yeah, they are going to make a come back). I guess this is the end of the road for me today on my blogging, check back later and by the way it’s ok to COMMENT.

(I'm a Baller)

Peace Out,
Ruff Ruff

I've Been Exposed - Indecent Photographs Taken of Me

I Googled my name this morning just to see what would pop up on the internet and I found the above photos on me. I don’t know who or how they were taken of me, but I’m practically naked and showing off my precious jewels. I have this eerie suspicion that it was my mom who did it. I can’t believe her. I thought I was safe, but there she goes exposing me to the world. In second thought, what do I have to be ashamed of? It’s not like I have any short falls or inadequacies that might embarrass me in front of my pals. This is a very relaxing position and I do it quite often. Mom has given this position and some others a slogan. She calls it “Rock Out With Your C$$K Out”. Yep, that’s my mom. In other news, I finally got to go back on a walk last night after the “attempted murder” of me on Sunday night. It felt good and refreshing. There were a lot of other dogs out there that weren’t too fond of me being back on the prowl. On our walk we ran into our friend John, who goes to church with mom and dad. I love old people because they love me. Well, I just heard the shower turn off and that means mom is done and I need to act like I’ve been sleeping like a good boy this entire time. I can’t wait for tonight because LOST is on. My favorite show (my parents don’t have the animal planet network).

Peace Out,
Ruff Ruff

You have to love wireless internet

I'm sitting here all by myself in my crate today and was getting a little bored so I decided why not write a post. My dad bought a wireless router a couple weeks ago and ever since then I have searched the internet while they have been gone on my laptop. Mom had been home that past two days and went back to work. She'll be home in a couple hours to let me out. Back to the whole wireless internet thing, you just have to love it. I never thought I would every be sitting here blogging away in my crate on a laptop. I do have to apologize for any misspelled words because my fingers are so close together its hard to type. I wonder if I could talk Dad into buying one of those voice recognition systems. It would make this blogging thing a whole lot easier.

Yesterday was exhausting. I slept like a baby last night from about 7pm to 5am with the occasional bone chewing and bathroom break. Speaking of sleeping, my paws are getting tired. I'm off to take a nap. Who doesn't love a good nap? Signing off for now.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

I Survived Them or Should I Say They Survived Me

Man was I an angel today. Everybody loved me and didn't even care about the 9 month old. I don't have too much to report on the whole ordeal because it's some secret club with a secret language, so I didn't understand a lot of it. At one point during the meeting the all got up and stood in a circle. Didn't know what was going on, but I remember playing duck, duck, goose in Manners N'More class and I thought they were going to play that. So, I moved in between two old ladies and assumed the position of sitting nicely next to them waiting for my turn. Nobody "goosed" me though. I bet they were scared of my potentially mad skills I learned from my dad. Like my bow hunting skills. They all left within a couple hours of arriving and I though one lil lady was especially nice because when she left, she let me follow her outside with her like she didn't even know I was there. Well, someone from the inside noticed me walking down the sidewalk and my mom had to come after me. I thanked her for rescuing me by getting covered in mud up to by knebows (yep I have knebows, that's a mix of a knee and elbow for those of you who don't know the canine bone structure). Needless to say, mom threw me into the bathtub (knowing she had never done this before and dad is very attentive to me in the tub) I made a mad rush out of the tub into the living room, wet paws and all. That pretty much sums up the afternoon. Dad is finally home from work, so I get to eat.

Peace,
Ruff Ruff

I have to be on my best behavior today (or so they say)

Apparently, my mom is hosting the PEO group today for a luncheon. I've been told to expect 15+ older women and also a 9 month old. Whatever dad did to my nail sure has worked because I haven't bleed anymore since then, but they still won't let me play outside or inside. They have even hid my Froggie and Rabbit from me. I'll post again later today to update my adventures with the older people. Off to rest so I can be full of energy and feisty later on.

Update to My Parents Tried to Kill Me

Well, Froggie and I got into a scuffle this morning while Mom was trying to get things ready for the PEO luncheon tomorrow at our house. Next thing you know I am bleeding all over the carpet that dad just got done steam cleaning. To sum things up (my parents only allow me 20 mins a day online), Dad had to come home from work, he stopped at the Pet store and bought some sticky gooey stuff to put on my nail and bought some booties (ha-did he actually think I was going to wear them). He spent another hour cleaning all the blood off the living room and dining room carpet. The bleeding has stopped but they are still keeping me off the carpet. Going outside to take a nap.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff

My Parents Tried to Kill Me

So after last Sunday's attempt to kill myself by eating something outside bigger than my throat and having my parents work the item down so that I didn't choke to death, I decided to take it easy this Sunday. Well, my parents had other plans. They thought I needed to get my nails cut and proceeded to fill my mouth full of treats. Dad was doing a really good job till he cut the last nail on my right front paw too short and I started bleeding everywhere. Then they decided it would be best if I just got locked inside the bathroom to wait it out till my nail clotted. Exciting for me. Not really, but I did figure out how to get the toilet paper off the roll. Dad loved that, but its his fault I'm in the bathroom anyways. My pearly white paw is now blood soaked and hurts like a mother. I hope things get better.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff