(Minus the mustard)
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Hot dog.
Mom got my Halloween costume in the mail yesterday.
Can you guess what I will be?
(Minus the mustard)
(Minus the mustard)
Monday, September 24, 2007
Oreo
Needless to say I was wildly jealous, and we kind of got into a little scuffle, but we got over it. Mom took her to the dog park, around the lake and I even got to walk with them.
THENNNNNN.............. mom got out the HOSE.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Responsible Dog Ownership Day
Let me tell you, I am not a fan. Big scary cars, huge buildings, feet ready to trample you... I am a suburban chick indeed.
I also got microchipped! Crazy, huh? I'm CHIPPED! I didn't cry, either!
I did, however, get to meet my long-distance cousins, the Swedish Valhunds! They are newly AKC-recognized in 2007 and I am happy for the short little guys! How cute! How much like me they look!
Okay, maybe mom was more excited to see them than I was.
I finally got to meet a corgi face-to-face! Kind of. Well, he wasn't really interested but it makes for a pretty awesome photo, no?
The best part of the whole day had to be the little dog run. I got to play with tons of new friends and tons of PEBBLES. They were not so cool because when we ran real fast sometimes they would get kicked up -- particularly in our humans' faces....
Mom and I trying to look nonchalant and sophisticated. Okay, maybe I really just wanted to jump in.
All in all -- a pretty great day!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Addicted to Myspace.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
My arch-nemesis.
Rusty is here.
Rusty is an athletic Viszla, and a real jerk. He's been targeting just me for a few weeks now. If mom doesn't eye him stalking me first and shoo him away, he usually dives for me, barking and snarling in my face, and chasing me down.
I reply with screaming, freezing, and other "leave me alone, PLEASE" tactics.. but I guess we can't all be genius herding dogs, can we?
And so.. Rusty remains. A jerk, that is.
This picture to the left isn't Rusty per-say, but it's a Viszla and since Viszlas are kind of boring, someone decided they should all look identical.
Maybe Rusty is mad that I am unique with one blue eye and he looks like every other member of his breed? Nevertheless, I am a sensitive girl and know when Rusty has entered the park.
I usually hide under the nearest bench, because he is tall, scary and lanky and cannot fit. Who else wouldn't be afraid of that stare he gives me from across the park?
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