The Pirates of Penver

Toffee started blog like a pirate weekend. He's got some grrreat pirate jokes too.

Ahoy Pals! Me and me mate Arrow will show you how to sleep like a pirate.

I think we're a little too clean to be pirates and need a good roll in the horsey poop. Arrrr! Or Yuk as me pirate mom would say.

Hi

I haven’t been visiting doggie (and hammie) bloggies for a while! No computer time. I miss all my friends and I will visit everyone. I bet you guys were doing lots of stuff.
My mom works a lot and wastes time reading about politics and other boring stuff.

Arrow's giant ears got infected. Yuk. He was scratching a lot. The vet gave him lots of medicine. Pills he had to take with giant pieces of hot dog and stuff to put in his ears. Now he has to dry them with a giant towel when he goes swimming.

My bearded owner took me to the doggie park 2 times. The fenced one. Usually only Arrow goes cause sometimes, on rare occasions, I growl at giant scary doggies there. And once I tasted a human’s sweat pants, accidentally biting her leg.

My humans don’t trust me. Very unfair. That’s what doggies do sometimes. Growl. And bite things. I’m really very friendly. I’m trying to control myself. I was the good one today.

These are some corgis who said hello when we took a walk.

Jail

A late thanks to Chef for the really nice award. Just to the left there. I love it and I will pass it on. I missed my regular groomer time so my mom used the do-it-yourself tubs. I had to be good cause I was tied up.

Hate the vacuum snake drier. Can live without the brushing too.

Arrow is crazy but smart. Alway scheming. Can't be trusted.

Last Sunday my mom forgot about Arrow and stood with the door opened for a few seconds. Out he ran. To the park. The humans went after him. He always goes to the park. He runs up the ally. Across the street. Then he runs around in the park. Which has a road with cars through it. It is very scary.

The bearded one said we should give him away cause he could get killed living here. Maybe Arrow needs a house with a fenced yard. Or a balcony without stairs. Or a house with a hallway.

My bearded owner decided to build a jail so Arrow can’t run out. It’s around our little balcony which has stairs to the street. The jail has a gate. I hope the humans remember to close it.

We tried just a gate before. He ran behind the grill and down our neighbor's stairs. I told you Arrow is smart.

Here he is checking out the cartoons in the New Yorker.

Pit Bull Politics as Usual

DefoorDisclaimer: The opinions expressed here are not meant to upset any doggies. Or humans.


A few days ago I wrote about a Denver law that doesn't allow doggies who look like pit bulls to live in Denver. Very unfair cause those doggies can be very nice. Probably nicer than me.

Then the vice president for John McCain said she was like "a pit bull with lipstick"! That is a scary image.

I think she meant that she is like a mean doggie. Maybe a doggie who fights with other doggies. Very unfair to pit bulls. Saying they are mean and fight. When it's the humans who make them do it.

There is a show on National Geographic channel now about a doggie rescue called Best Friends in Utah that is helping some of Michael Vick's doggies (and many others) so they can find forever homes.

Maybe the vice president candidate is really George Bush with lipstick. Now that is really scary.

Some messages from Obama Dog:

Labor Day

Labor Day. Last Monday. Went back to the Witness Protection doggie park! Me and Arrow haven't been to doggie parks on weekends in a long time. Because sometimes we're bad and there's more doggies.

But we were very good. I only attacked one giant doggie. Only a little. And I stopped.

Arrow met a pal and they swam together.

His humans had his DNA checked and he has lots of different kinds of doggies in his family.

Here we are playing bitey face.

After our morning walk we like to play and run around the house.

Hurricanes and BS (Breed Specific) Bans

My mom likes to read books about doggies. One favorite doggie author is Ken Foster. He wrote The Dogs Who Found Me and Dogs I Have Met.

He helps lots of homeless doggies especially pit bulls.

Arrow didn’t think the book tasted too good.

Poor Ken. He lived in New York City during 911. And in New Orleans when Katrina hit. He lives in New Orleans now. Arrow and me and my mom are hoping he and his doggies are all safe. You can read his blog here and find out how he is doing. And maybe say hello.

Mostly I learned about doggies that are called pit bulls from Ken. Here in Denver humans love doggies. All except pit bulls. They don’t let pit bulls live here. They are not sure what pit bulls are, so they have to look at the doggie and decide if he’s a pit bull. I’m sure glad I don’t look like a pit bull.

Forrest

Recently a very nice doggie named Forrest got out of his yard. (He says his brother dug a hole under the fence.) He came to Denver for the second time and the doggie police were going to kill him!! Just for looking like a doggie they don’t like. People who love doggies got very upset.

Finally the doggie police sent Forrest to a shelter in another state. Utah! They didn’t kill him but they didn’t let him go home. Here he is, saying goodbye.



They should punish the people who hurt doggies. Not the doggies and the people who love them.

Friday Fun

The Democratic Convention was here in Denver this week. The park was very quiet. I think the homeless humans were all at the convention. Too bad. They drop a lot of chicken bones and goodies. All my mom did this week is watch the Democratic Convention on CSPAN and work. Short walkies. Off to work. Back to TV. What a couch potato!
There was a lot of new pee mail in the neighborhood. Most of it smelled like Democratic doggies. Here's my friend Pica checking out some doggies.

Today me and Arrow went back to the Witness Protection Doggie Park. We can’t go to some places—especially together. But we never did anything really bad here (like bite someone or go under the fence with the horses). Nobody knows us.

We chased each other and Arrow swam a lot.

See how skinny I am when I'm wet. My mom thinks I'm getting fat so I like her to see me wet. No diets. It's all fur.

We met this pretty smiling doggie who was with a foster mom. She needs a forever home.

Arrow likes the Witness Protection park so much that he refuses to leave. Today my mom was sneaky and grabbed him when we were playing. We went back to the car on leashes. He was so tired from running around and swimming and wrestling that he didn’t even care.

Camping 101- F

The experiment: To see if Arrow could go camping and not drive everybody crazy.

I’m happy to report the experiment was a failure. Not all of it but enough.

Arrow had a good time. He liked camping. He was even good in the tent at night. Only barked once or twice. I joined him so he wouldn’t feel lonely. But we shut up as soon as our humans work up.

He loved eating leftover human food.

He passed hole digging too. And he liked hiking in the woods.

He swam in the freezing water in a mountain creek.

Then he excelled at roaching.

Arrow did climb on the table. Got a bag of cookies off the picnic table. My mom spotted us before we could share them.


The bad part was his barking and squealing. If my mom left the tent early in the morning, he yapped and cried until she came back. Very bad.

Then he squealed and barked (a lot) when he saw other doggies. It was the 6:00 A.M. really loud, high pitched yapping that did him in.


Here he is refusing to get back in the car. But he didn’t even barf in his cage all the way home. Still, I prefer being the only doggie and having him spend the weekend in City Bark.