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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