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Sunday, March 30, 2008
I'm A Baking Machine
Look at the delicious cookies I just got done baking with dad.
Enjoy your Sunday.
Peace Out
Ruff Ruff
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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.
-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
Friday, March 21, 2008
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!"
(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!"
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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
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
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