April 16, 2010

Let's Play
'Which is Better?'

Ok, which is better?
Eyes closed

or
eyes open?

I can do either one.
But, if you ever need a picture of a puppy with his eyes closed,
the tall guy has a very nice portfolio of images to choose from.

Speaking of butts,
I can do butts too!

So, remember,
if you need stock photography of
puppies with their eyes closed
or puppy butts,
I got you covered!!

Also ask about our 'turning your head right as the picture gets taken' discount!

April 15, 2010

Come on, SMILE!!

The tall guy said I needed to put something on here to make everyone smile because today was the day everyone had to do their faxes.

I don't understand why faxes make people sad, but here we go anyway.

Happy Puppy!

Happy Puppy!

Happy Puppy!

Nose!

(I did the nose because I was tired of
sitting around while the tall guy took my picture!!)


So I want to wish everyone a
VERY MERRY FAX DAY!

April 14, 2010

WHAT?

I guess none of you grew up watching Saturday morning cartoons!

DINO-JACK

JACK-TRO

April 13, 2010

I've got a great idea!

You know how you are always watching the teevees with your peoples.

And you know how they never let you watch what YOU want to watch!

Well, now there's
PETFLIX!

Now you can watch the stuff YOU want to watch on the teevees any time you want.
AND NO LATE FEES!

Only 20 cookies per month.
(Instructions on how to operate the teevees without oposable thumbs included!)

So, what is YOUR favorite animal movie to watch with your peoples?
(And you can not say "Marley and Me"
because we all know what happens at the end of that one!)

April 12, 2010

THIS IS AN ESA!!!
(Emergency Squirrel Alert)

Squirrels have been spotted at the park where I walk.
Repeat, squirrels have been spotted at the park where I walk.
Do not panic.
Put all children under the age of 5 into a box for safe-keeping.
(Make sure you poke holes into the box so they can breathe.)
Hide your nuts!
(This includes that uncle who only comes to visit at Thanksgiving)
More information will be provided
as it becomes available.

-=-=-End of ESA-=-=-

UPDATE:

There is ONE LESS SQUIRREL at the park.
Repeat, ONE LESS SQUIRREL.

-=-=End of Update-=-=-

(From the tall guy:
No, Jack did not eat a squirrel,
because 1) EWWWWW
and 2) Yuck!
But he did scare one so bad,
he convinced it to move to Michigan!)

April 11, 2010

It was a lonely day in the prison yard...

Most of the other puppies had been sprung or released for good behavior.
I wasn't having none of that.
After all, I am a rebel.

You could smell the fear of the other puppies as they watched me walk alone by myself in the yard.
Fear - it smells like pee, but only worse.
You could hear the howls of the other puppies as their gaze burned into my skull.
Burning skull - it smells like peanut butter.
I gave as good as I got.
I stared them down, daring them to try and forget who was the top dog.
After all, I am a rebel.

Then, she walked by.
I ran to the fence, my voice cracking as she came closer.
And, with one superpuppy effort, I yelled:

PLEASE LET ME OUT OF HERE. I WANT TO GO HOME!!!

After all, I may be a rebel,
but I ain't no fool!

April 10, 2010

My Three Six
Least Favorite Words

No.



Drop It.



Stop Licking Me!
For some reason, the tall guy gets a bit
peeved when I see how he tastes.
Or his shoes taste.
Or his pants.
Or his shirt.
Face.
Leg.
Arm.
Hair.


What are YOUR least favorite things to hear?
(Notice I didn't say 3 words -
I find that sometimes it's hard to be bossy
with just one word!)

April 9, 2010

My Three Favorite Words!

Surprisingly, STICK is not one of them!
I just like sticks.

Number 3:
DOG

I love when the tall guy says 'DOG'
cause it means there is another dog close by
and we might get to play!

Number 2:
BAGEL

MMMMMMM, bagels.
Sometimes I even get to eat a whole
half of a bagel.
I like to take it outside
and eat 'al fresco'.
(That means dragged through the dirt.)
(Not to be confused with 'Al Roker'.)

And my number 1
most-est favorite-est best-est word-iest
(oops, got a little carried away there) word is:
COOKIE
(for obvious reasons!)

So there you have my three favorite words in the entire world.

The tall guy says his 3 favorite words are
'I Love You'
but I think he's just saying that to
try to win Mr. Congeniality or something.

So, what are YOUR 3 favorite words?

(And even though this has nothing to do with puppies,
the tall guy has listened to this about 40 gazillion times,
so he told me to put it on here for you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cvjVj5XGAI
I told him to find more puppy videos!!)

From the tall guy:
I hate YouTube. If you find one interesting thing,
you're almost always tempted to click on other things
and before you know it, you've spent 40 gazillion hours
playing on the computer!! :)

April 8, 2010

Do You Like Me?
Circle 1
Yes No

The tall guy says that sometimes he wishes I could talk - even if it would just be to say "Yes" or "No".
Then again, he says that if I could talk, I probably would use his credit card to call Dominos to order about a dozen meat lover's pizzas for breakfast every morning. Or I might tell him that he needs to get off the Internets and come outside and play!

Besides, if I could talk, would I still be able to do neat tricks with my tongue like this? :)

What one thing would YOU tell your peoples if you could talk?

April 7, 2010

HEY!!!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Come look!

Hey!

Come look!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Look!

Look!

Hey!

Look!

Hey!

Hey!

Look!

Hey!

I found a stick.

April 6, 2010

I can fly!!!

I can jump over black puppies in a single bound! :)

April 5, 2010

The reason I will never
be on a TV commercial...

Remington can do it.

Augie and Ti can do it.

I got a beautiful card from my friends
the pibbles and family in Hooston.

So the tall guy wanted to take my picture
with the card.

Here is what happened:

Acting is hard!!

April 4, 2010

Walk with me
and look at all the stuff!

Since we had so much rain, all the plants are trying to grow fast so they won't be left behind. Here are some of the ones that we see on one of our walks. (We have about 40 different walks that we go on.)

Here is my 'Hurry up and stop taking so many pictures' look. It does no good.

The tall guy says he does not know the names of most of these plants, but he knows that this is a bougainvillea, because it is out in front of the house.

There are lots of these trees around the neighborhood. They have puffy balls on them.

Here is what the puffy balls look like up close.

More bushes. There seems to be a lot of yellow stuff.

This one is pretty. It looks like a paint brush.

This is a bug plant. They have not started flowering yet, but they will!

More yellow.

Some orange.

Daisies!

Not daisies!

More yellow!!

Pink!

Crazy plant with red flowers on the end!

Hmmmmm, pinkish-red?

Purpleish-blue?

PURPLE!!

He took a bunch more pictures (trust me, A WHOLE LOT MORE, and a bunch of red and orange stuff), but they didn't come out so good. He said all the colors look really vibrant because everything else is so brown. I can't argue with that!

So thank you for walking with me and looking at stuff. Until next time...

April 3, 2010

The case is solved!
Sticks and bones for everybody!
(and fishes for our feline friends)

Thanks to everyone for all their wonderful help in solving this case.

As most of you surmised, I was not poisoned at all. I was just PRETENDING so that I could get the TRUE CRIMINAL to show his hand. Yes, that's right. I said HIS hand. So all you non-HISES know that you're off the hook.

Let's look at the clues:
1) He came to the west from back east.
2) He was with me when we discovered the missing leg AND he also returned to the scene of the crime.
3) It was his handwriting on the evidence bag!
4) Most importantly, he was the ONLY one who didn't offer any help when it looked like I might have been poisoned.

Yes, that's right.
The criminal is:


THE TALL GUY

I have spoken to the tall guy and he is going to get 10 minutes of time out and will not get to watch the next new episode of House until it is available online. I think he has learned his lesson!

I would like to thank all of you who figured this out and sent me invisible mental puppy and kitty thoughts telling me who was responsible. You did very well - even your peoples did not know what you were doing.

Oh, and it turns out that the missing leg wasn't even a real leg. It was from a DOLL!!! The tall guy is SO SNEAKY!! I think it was a leg from one of those toilet paper dolls we talked about earlier!

We can now resume our regular blogcasting, already in progress!

April 2, 2010

The Case of

The One-Legged Lady!
(conclusion)
(Finally!)
(Thank goodness!)
(We thought this would never end!)
(Well, it almost didn't,
but I ran out of stuff to say!)

So, I looked at everyone's alibis (all of them pretty flimsy if you ask me - just make sure that none of you leave town any time soon). And with that in mind, I've finally figured out who the culprit was. It's pretty easy if you just look at all the clues.

And the perPETrator is.........

Oh look, water.

Pardon me for a second.

Hey, this water tastes strange.

OH NO!!

I think I've been...

April 1, 2010

The Case of
The One-Legged Woman
(cont'd)

A NEW CLUE!!

The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime!!

Well, it appears that we finally have a break in the case. Using my super scent sense, I found this clue near the crime scene! Evidently the criminal mastermind has been reading this blog and decided to return to the scene of the crime to TAUNT me! And I am usually very UNTAUNTABLE!

And just like all of the characters in any Agatha Christie novel, it appears that many of you do not have an alibi. So, I have to ask: Where were YOU on the night in question?

March 31, 2010

The Case of
The One-Legged Lady
(cont'd)

This case has me all tied up in knots!

We've found out some more information about our one-legged friend. The police seem to think her name is Evi. We surmised this from this photograph found at the CSI (Canine Sniffing Investigation) unit:

Evidently, Ms. Dence has also been seen traveling from state to state - often with a gentleman by the name of Ken. Here are some of the clues that have been discovered by our cracker-jack team of top-secret hidden informants:

"That dame's leg belongs in NC. I do believe it is the missing Barbie leg that disappeared from our house many years ago. " Top Secret Hidden Informant #1

"I saw the other leg. She must be making herself out west." Top Secret Hidden Informant #2

"I know what happened to the lady whose leg you found. She's in a box in my closet. Her friend, named Ken, is in the same predicament. Only his hands have been chewed off and his one good leg is missing a foot. They both met their fate in the jaws of a vengeful poodle who never got to go on road trips with his family." Top Secret Hidden Informant #3

So here's what we have so far. A very tall one-legged lady has been seen headed west, possibly with a male companion named Ken who does not have a foot or hands. This case is becoming curiouser and curiouser by the minute! The clues are mounting up!

THIS JUST IN: A rather strange group of people has been reportedly seen in the area where the event occurred. We have just received photographs of the group. If you see any of these people, please report to your local authorities. Do not try to apprehend them, as they are pretty much dead and are probably zombies!!!

To be continued...

March 30, 2010

The Case of
The One-Legged Lady
(cont'd)

All the furor had died down in the neighborhood. The lookie-loos had destroyed the crime scene. Even the police tape was torn down. No sense trying to get any more information here. It was time to call in the big boys: CSI. That's right. Canine Sniffing Investigators!

Good thing I'm friends with some of the pups who work for the CSI. They asked me if I would run a DNA (Doggy Nom-nom Analysis) test for them.

Nom-nom. Nom-nom.

Unfortunately, the DNA test didn't provide any clues. I couldn't catch a break! From the looks of the neighborhood, I figured that someone had to have seen it happen. I needed to find someone who knew these people; some low-life two-bit semi-lucid hyphenated drifter who didn't have a dog house to live in, a bone to chew on or a grassy area for squatting. Someone who had sucked all the milk out of the teats of life. If I could only find a mole who would be willing to help for a few cookies.

I said a MOLE, not a ground squirrel. Sheesh.

To be continued...