Housework is not my thing. There is the large animal that sleeps for long periods and then roars to life and attacks the rugs. Some kind of elephant I think. I just run away. It follows me. Making very loud noises.
Arrow is into cleaning. Here he is trying to eat the duster. Good work. I hate that thing.
A weekend as the only dog. Arrow went to Cody’s house. I went to the mountains. I don’t ski or ride. Just enjoy the stinky smells and good food. There are kibble mix-ins of bacon and eggs for breakfast. Lots of treats and scraps. They eat all the time up there. My bearded owner “hides” treats for me to find when they leave. (They are smelly and I’m not blind, but who's complaining?) Walks outside. Smelling pee from foxes and coyotes. I'd like to like chase deer but they don’t let me.
I tried to go along. Refused to get out of the car. Ignored my name. Didn’t work. Speaking of SNOW....
~You have just been hit with a blog snow ball!~ It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2007!! & 2008!! One rule to this game.... You can NOT hit someone who has already hit you! Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you! I got you first! and you can't get me back!
I got this snowball from Lorenza. I'm throwing it at two Colorado dogs: Ginger and Dobby-- Hope we have lots of snow in the mountains this winter and lots of treats for me.
Back home. No Arrow. Very peaceful. Then he arrived like a terrier tornado. 'Nuff said.
My owner mom found a book I think I’ll like. Right in the beginning it says: “No dogs die in this book.” WARNING: Dogs don’t die, but other animals do.
Imagine returning this stuff to the library...
It doesn’t take a rocket dog to make the connection
Last night. A night without Arrow! He visited Cody. Poor Cody. The bearded one packed up some food and treats and my owner mom threw in some rug cleaner. It was quiet. Peaceful. The house to myself. Relaxing.
The visit was a success! Arrow didn’t do anything horrible. Cody said Arrow was a chick magnet. Why does Cody want to attract chickens?
Arrow came home and I welcomed him back with a wrestling party.
All the books about dogs, that Arrow has been chewing, are the same. Sure, they're tasty, but THE DOGS ALWAYS DIE! One minute I am reading, laughing and smiling, and then tears are streaming down my fur.
Marley and Me was very funny. That dog did the most amazing bad things. A really great animal. Made me proud to be a dog. But all I did was cry at the end.
Then I read Dog Years. It was about two dogs. Two different dogs. What they did, the places they went, and all the things they taught their owner. And of course, TWO DEAD DOGS by the time the book was done.
And there was Sight Hound. The dog even wrote the best chapters himself. Great book. But you can guess what happens.
Can’t a human write a book about a dog BEFORE it’s dead? I am afraid to read another one. Too much grief. The ashes, the burials, the last breaths. Now I'm crying again.
Denver is a nice place for a dog to live. If you want to go to a restaurant, you just sit outside where there are lots of crumbs to lick off the sidewalk. Sometimes humans even feed you stuff they don’t want. A little appetizer before kibble.
Some humans thought it was unsanitary to have dogs sitting around OUTSIDE a restaurant! We’re not the ones smoking and dropping food on the ground. We’re the sanitary ones—keeping Denver clean. They tried to make a law that dogs couldn’t sit under cafe tables on patios! Just dogs! They didn’t outlaw the messy pigeons. They didn’t pass laws against bugs flying into lattes. Even squirrels who are never on a leash were free to hang around.
But yesterday Denver made us legal! It is now up to the restaurant to decide if we can sit outside and you know which restaurants I’ll go to. Maybe I’ll pee on the others when I go by. I can be unsanitary when I choose to be.
Today my owner mom put on her lucky earrings. Sort of like Lorenza’s lucky hat but they work better! (Poor Lorenza so sad about the Yankees.) As it gets colder, my mom and the bearded one have a big problem: What to do with the barking maniac Arrow on weekends when they take me skiing and riding.
Tonight she found someone who actually wants to take Arrow. Her friend Cody thinks it will be fun to have a dog! He will try Arrow out this Friday night. I think Arrow will fail his audition as a weekend guest. He has been chewing shoes and stuff all week. Not to mention the times when should be wearing Pampers in the house. Of course my mom left some of that stuff out when she described cute little Arrow.
So will Arrow visit Cody and ruin his life? Or just his furniture and rugs? Vamos a ver. We shall see. For now my mom better hide those earrings before Arrow eats them.
The Rockies won and now they have to beat the Arizona Diamondbacks. I was never fond of snakes. Sorry Joe. His home team.
I got some flakes on my fur today! The bearded one had to look at Loveyland and snow was coming down when I ran around the parking lot. Several other insane people came to check out the snow-making real and fake.
Then we stopped in Georgetown where Arrow and I tried to pull the bearded one across the street to sniff a flirty Saint Bernard. And a Dalmatian coming our way. All those spots make me dizzy. And home to watch the Yankees beat the poop out of the Indians. I guess Lorenza’s lucky hat is working.
We have been watching a lot of baseball around here. The Rockies of course. Usually they put me right to sleep, but there is too much excitement now. I really hate the Yankees so I will bark for any team that beats them.
Arrow likes the Red Sox. He’s got his bones on them for the American League. They sound delicious to him. I’ll keep my rawhide on the Rockies for the National League and we'll wait and see. It's unpatriotic not to growl for Colorado.
Arrow reminds me of some of the things I have eaten around the house. I love chewing on wooden clogs. Something about the mix of splinters and black dye makes them irresistible. The base of the table wasn’t bad till they put some yucky tasting stuff on it. Their bedroom stuff is mostly fake wood. I got my teeth into an open drawer once and it looks a lot better than it tastes. Another good chew was the plastic ear thing on a pair of glasses. Chewed all the plastic off. My owner mom wears them with the metal end wrapped in duct tape.
Arrow ate his ball. He’s always played with it, but he must have been extra hungry. There were red things all over the rug. I thought he just chewed it. Then I found it half gone. I don’t like the taste of red.
He also enjoys the upper back corners of library books. Very embarrassing to return. My mom uses the book drop, hoping the library will think a rat got in there.