Dannan vs. The Little Cardboard Box

Wrooooooooo! Evfurrybody seemed to like my picture of me as Superman! I got The Girl to take that picture because sweet Stella (swoon!) told me that I run faster than Superman! BOL!!


Today, we are going to show how cheep The Girl can be. She is always on the lookout for cheep ways to keep me occupied. So she found a little cardboard box, put some of my kibble in it, taped it up, and put holes in the box where the kibble could come out when I moved the box. She's never done it before, but she should have known that it wouldn't take me long to ann-ny-a-late the box!





She took a couple of videos, too.

Here is the box after I was done with it!




Silly Girlie! She's seen me rip up cardboard before, I don't know why she thought it would keep me occupied for furry long!


She says that next time, she's going to duct tape all over the box, and see how quick I am then. Ha ha, Girlie, I'll take that challenge!


(Note from The Girl: It is a very challenging time at our local SPCA right now; we are in the middle of trying to hire a new Branch Manager, and our former BM is working two jobs (her new one and at the SPCA) trying to keep the local shelter running as smoothly as possible. Also, it's time to start planning our Annual General Meeting, and a lot of that is up to me. So we are (once again!) dreadfully far behind with our friends' blogs. It might last a while, so I wanted to tell you how sorry we are for not keeping up with your adventures. We'll catch up eventually, but right now, the SPCA is on the top of our priority list. We miss you all, and can't wait to see what you've been up to!)

Wordless Wednesday

Girlie, that's cheating!

Wroooooooooo, evfurrybody! That Girlie is finally feeling better. She says to thank you all for your good wishes, she thinks they helped!


But do you know what? She finally feels better, and all she's been doing is a bunch of stuff for the SPCA! Not stuff with me! So we're cheating today and posting videos we took last week. I told The Girl that we needed to make a new video for my furends, but she just waved me off and moved papers around. I don't know what she's trying to do with them, but it doesn't look to me like it's working.


So we've got two videos for you. You were all so kind about The Girl's movie-making skills, but really she needs practice. I keep telling her that, but all the compliments are making it hard to get through to her. So knock it off, already. (Dannan! That's rude, and mean!) But you say it to me all the time when I'm barking. (...uhhh...) Yep, I knew you had nothing to say to that.


Anyway. Enjoy the videos, even though they're OLD and happened a LONG time ago. And because I'm shameless, I'm going to ask you to make sure you go vote for my bloggie at DWB's Bone Zone. (The Girl is mortified at my shameless campaigning. No wonder she's never won anything! Wroo!) If you don't have the secret pawsword for the Bone Zone, just send an email to Opy asking to be let in. And don't furget to vote in the other competitions, too!












We haven't been to anybody's bloggy for wayyyyyy toooooooooo loooooooonnnnnnngggggggg. We'll be catching up this week, I hope. That SPCA paper-moving stuff better not take all week!

Another boring day

Wroo. I have to be very, very quiet... The Girl has a my-grane. I don't really know what that is, but what it means is that we don't get to do anything fun. Everything is dark and quiet and dull. And the temperature has dipped again, so it was almost too cold to even do business, never mind just be outside for fun. I am bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. Maybe tomorrow will be more interesting.

An award from Daisy!

Wroooooooooo, evfurrybody! The Girl keeps reminding me not to let my head get all big and bumpy with all the wonderful things that are happening to me!


Our good furend Daisy gave us this award:


(Notice Dennis the Vizsla posing in disguise!)


Daisy said she gave us this award because it is so cold and snowy here, and if we have this award, it will feel more like summer when we can drink lemonade! It just so happens that The Girl's favfurite drink is lemonade! So we thank you, Daisy! You've brightened up our grey winter day!


(We are trying to keep on top of awards. The Girl and I agreed that we have to try to post about them right away, so that we don't end up so far behind on them as we've been.)


I'm just hanging out today, being bored.

A HUGE Honour!

Wroooo, evfurrybody! I am chuckling at the title to this post, because the HUGE honour comes from Mango, the Relentlessly Huge! BOL!


Anywroo, our furry good furend Mango nominated us for the Awesome Blog Award at DWB!!!! We are so honoured to be nominated, I can't even tell you! Our hearts are full, and The Girl's eyes are a little teary... We just love our furends SO MUCH, and it's a really, really big deal to us to be nominated for an award at DWB. We really can't say how much this means to us!


Thank you furry much, Mango! (And Mango Momma and Dexter, too! And don't forget Hector Wheelie!) We are so touched that you put our bloggy forward for this great honour!

SOOOOOO happy!

Very funny, Girlie.

WROOOOOOO!!!!! Thanks, evfurrybody, for all your good comments about the videos! We're new at it, and the comments encouraged The Girl to make some new videos today. I'll show you those later.



First, I have to tell you that The Girl is telling me that I'm getting a swollen head. I don't really know what that means, but she says she has a photo to prove it.




Oh ha, ha, furry funny, Girlie. Don't let those opposable thumbs go to your head!

In the middle there, when I squat - the camera is shaking even more than usual because The Girl is laughing at me peeing. I don't waste a leg-lift when I'm in my own yard! (or Nanny and Papa's yard, as the case may be)

Notice how in this one I have to break my own path along the fence? I look a bit like a dolphin, don't you think? The Girl flat out refused to make me paths all around the yard, so I've had to work on them myself. I have to patrol the perimeter of Nanny and Papa's yard, it's my job! I know you doggies out there understand!

Finally, this is a great video, because in it, I get ham. And I know that I am tremendously adorable in it, so you'll enjoy it, too. The Girl cannot throw to save her life, but notice the great catch I made right at the start? Then the ham pieces in her hand fell into the sleeve of her hoodie. I don't know how The Girl makes it through the day. I didn't even have to do tricks to get the ham, she just wanted to showcase my absolute cuteness. Wroooo!

What's up with that, Blogger????

Wroo, my furends. My most recent post (well, the one that was posted just before this one) didn't show up at the right place. It's a few posts back, so somefurries might miss it. It's about awards and my film debut, so I am a little ticked off that it got hidden a few posts back. If you missed it, click on the link and check it out.

Blogger is a strange thing.

More sadness and another farewell

More sad wroos, my furends. Our new furend Addie has had to say goodbye to her sweet sister, Zoe. As with PooPoo earlier this week, Zoe's passing was without warning. Our hearts go out to Addie and Lucie and their pawrents.


So much sadness for us left behind. But as Bobby reminded me in his comment about PooPoo, it is we who remain that are sad. Our furends at the Bridge are whole and healthy, able to be at peace and to run and play. They are happy there, just waiting to be reunited with us. Thanks, Bobby, for that comment; it really comforts us, my furend.


Brown dog kisses and Girlie hugs to all of us left behind.

FAMOUS!

Wrooooooo! The Girl and I are interviewed today over at PetDoc.com! Check us out, we're famous!!!

Another furend goes to the Bridge

Sad wroos, evfurryone. We are, as usual, behind in reading our furends' bloggies, and we just read JB's Small World. JB's kitty sister, PooPoo, unexpectedly went to the Bridge yesterday morning. I think that most of our furends have already been by to tell JB and Misty and Bear and their Mom how sad they are. But we just had to write a post about their loss. PooPoo has joined their big sister, Taffy, at the Bridge and is now at peace. Run free and play long, precious girl.

Awards! and My Film Debut!

Wrooo, I got this cool award from Stella (swoon!) and from Snoop, Gabbi, Alfie & Rosie (the ultra-super Dughallmor Beagles)!! Here are the rules:

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.


We are SO happy that our furends think of us this way - it means so much to us! Thanks, Stella and Beagles!



Now The Girl is going to take over the post for some less happy talk about awards.


Girlie here. I told Dannan that it was only fair for me to do this part of the post, because it is totally my fault that it needs to be done.


Before Christmas, like November and December and possibly part of October, many of our furends gave us awards. I didn't post any of them. I felt overwhelmed by all the things I had to do, and I kept procrastinating. Then there were so many of them, that I just cowered under the bed and procrastinated some more. I may have thanked some of you, but I might not have thanked anybody.


And I've been putting off making this post, too. I feel tremendously awful that I let this happen - that I didn't thank most (or any) of you for honouring us with awards, that I didn't post about them, that I didn't let Dannan pass them along.


So today, I am biting the bullet and saying to each of you that I am very sorry. We did appreciate that you thought so much of us to give us an award, and we are honoured. We have the best friends that a dog and a Girl can have.


And I am facing the fact that I'm not going to go back and find all the posts with the awards one of these days. It's not going to happen, and I need to be honest about it (with you all and with myself). So I ask you all to forgive me, and not to blame Dannan. He doesn't have thumbs, as you all know. It's all on me.


In an offering to all of you, I'm going to post my first attempts at taking video of Dannan. The videos are of pretty poor quality, but for my first ones, I'm willing to take them. Please enjoy seeing The Little Brown Dog, live and in canine, on location at Nanny and Papa's house!
















When he's jumping at the fence, he's jumping at the birds in the neighbour's tree.


And we are giving the award we got at the beginning of this post to anybody who has given us an award which we haven't acknowledged, and you're still are our friends anyway. Thank you, we love you.


Girlie out.

Out in the snow!

In no particular order...

OMDog!

Wrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Stella and her Mom have put my Elvis picture up on their desktop!


I really like Stella but I don't know anything about asking girls out and stuff. Do you doggies and kitties think she likes me back? Ask Sunny, I'm terrible at flirting! Help me, what do I do????

Friday Report

Wrooooooo! It's Dannan, The Little Brown Dog, reporting to you from Nanny and Papa's house!


Yes, The Girl and I have been staying here all week. I ask you, how can an intrepid reporter like me make a report without pictures? Well, when the cameraGirl forgets to bring the camera, there's not much to do but make words. Silly Girlie.


Anyway, it's been warmer this week, hovering around zero. I've been able to stay outside a lot longer, and it's been good. I finally discovered where Nanny hides her birdies (in the tree in the neighbour's yard), so I've had good fun wrooooing at them!


The Girl and I also took a walk. I had to wear the hoodie, and THEN SHE PUT BOOTIES ON MY FEET. The indignity! It was sooooooo embarrassing!


Thankfully, the first bootie dropped of halfway down the driveway, and the second got lost in the deep snow by the telephone pole at the corner of Nanny and Papa's front yard. The last bootie stayed on the whole time, but it was much more comfortable than having to wear all three!


Nanny's judgement was that the booties were too small. (She made them long ago for Shea.) Ha ha! I have foiled the booties!!!


(Note from The Girl: Dannan doesn't know it, but Nanny is making him new booties, which will be just his size.)


In other news, Papa is the BEST! He gives me lots of treats! We ate an apple today, and I got one-third of it! The Girl is trying to make Papa be more sensible, but I know that he's a good guy. He'll find a way to share. He's good like that.


(Another note from The Girl: Papa has been told that the only food he can share with
Dannan is apple. And I regularly repeat that Dannan cannot gain weight because of his three-leggedness. Like, every evening at dinner. And sometimes at noon. And I watch them both like hawks.)


Sorry there are no pictures, evfurrybody. We have to go home sometime this weekend because it's the Roomie's birthday, so we'll pick it up then. And take some pictures with it. Wroo.

Lots of stuff to tell you!

Wrooooooooo, furends! OMDOG, I had SO much FUN last night! The Girl isn't sure exactly what happened, and I'm not telling. The things that are known are: The Girl was downstairs and the Roomie was either in the bathroom or her bedroom. I was left unsupervised in the living room, with the Min Pins and the CATS!


All of a sudden, there was a great clatter, and I was wroooooo-ing my cat serenade. The Pins were barking, and the Roomie ran into the living room. She found me (and Cleo) in the corner; I had Cleo pinned down behind a dining room chair and the big indoor house tree. The Pins were going crazy and I was having the MOST FUN EVER!


The Roomie had a very hard time grabbing my collar, because I was using EVASIVE MANOUVERS. I tromped on her toe for good measure, buying myself more time for FUN!


The Roomie had just captured me and was dragging me to the stairs. The Girl came up the stairs and ordered me down into our bedroom. She followed me, and locked me in. She said I was in EXILE. (At least she was in there with me.) The Pins kept barking, and every time I heard a sound from upstairs, I had to wroooooooooo or make my grumpy sound. And jump up against the door to try to get out. I don't understand why sometimes I can push the door with my nose and it opens, and other times it just seems to be shut even more.


After about an hour, I was still totally vigilant, totally ready to leap to the door at the slightest sound. The Girl made me stay in the room ALONE while she went upstairs to make sure evfurrybody up there was okay.


Lo and behold, the Roomie was on the floor, trying to coax Hailey out from under the couch. Sometime during the seconds when I was totally unsupervised, she got off the scratching post, too, only she went for the bunker under the couch. The Girl and the Roomie suspect that one or the other of the cats (or both) forgot I was in the room and started down off the scratching post. I noticed and it was GAME ON!


Anyway, eventually Hailey came out from under the couch. The Pins has been locked in the Roomie's bedroom while the Roomie worked on Hailey, and they got let out. I, on the other hand, remained in EXILE.


The only injury during the incident was to the Roomie's toe. Sorry, Roomie!


I had the BEST TIME! OMDOG, it was so fun! Unfortunately, neither the Roomie nor The Girl had the presence of mind to take pictures, so you'll just have to imagine the glory of it all. To help you, here are some pictures to remind you what Hailey and Cleo look like.



This is what they usually look like, perched up on the ceiling-high scratching post. The orange and white cat is Cleo, and the grey and orange one is Hailey.



This is how the cats look when they are heading on off the post. This is a picture of Hailey from a long time ago.



Anywroo, it was a MOST exciting evening!!!



In other news, I have received many compliments on the picture that used to be my header, the one where I have an Elvis sneer. Stella even asked me to ask The Girl to put it back up! Well, she didn't do that yet, but she played around and created a new picture, especially for you, Stella!!!




BOL, isn't it great?!



Today, it was warmer outside (only -3), so I was allowed to stay outside for a little bit. I heard our teenaged neighbours, and I raced to the back of the yard, barking my little brown head off! Their black Lab and I ran the fences and barked at each other (it's been so long since we've even seen each other!), and I bounded through the snow like some kind of deer, The Girl says. Of course, she didn't get pictures of that, either. Sigh.



The Girl is going to make me a compromise, she says. The longer she procrastinates about us visiting evfurrybody's bloggies, the more and more entries there are, and the behinder and behinder we get. So, after a very FEEBLE attempt on the weekend to catch up, she has decided that we will start reading evfurrybody's most recent posts, and then if "we" have time, we might catch up on the ones we missed.


I, for one, don't know how this is a compromise! There was no negotiation whatsoever. I think this is more of an executive decision by the one with hands than a compromise. But until I figure out a way to work the pooter on my own, I guess I have to accept it. Wroo. See you all soon, I'll be the doggy who has no idea what's going on with my furends.

Catching up in tiny bits...

Wroooo, evfurrybody. The Girl and I are slowly beginning to catch up on bloggies. She has resisted my urging to GET ON WITH IT, and we only started tonight. We'll work on it tomorrow, WON'T WE, GIRLIE???


One of her time wasting strategies was the discovery of Imikimi. Today, she made this picture for our header:



It doesn't work, so she put a different picture up there. Talk about your time wasting!


It's still furry cold here. It's been too cold to be outside for eleventy-seven days. I rush out and do my business, then come back in. And if I think I might just try staying out there, because I am really not happy about the whole no-outside thing, The Girl makes me come in after a few minutes, because I start to shiver.


(Note from The Girl: If he would allow it, he could wear his hoodie and booties, and stay outside as long as he wants. At least when it's not -20. But no, he CAN'T STAND either of them, and doesn't get their point. Sigh.)


Never mind, Girlie. I just wish it were warmer outside! I should have asked Santa Paws to bring Spring.