Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wroo, furends! I have become a SEARCH AND RESCUE doggy!
The Girl has started to give me little cut up pieces of hot dogs when we're doing "training time". The other day, she took a handful of them and FLUNG them all over the grass in the backyard. I immediately knew what was required of me, and I raced to rescue the poor little hot dog pieces!
It was hard work, but I SAVED each and every little hot dog piece! I think I deserve some kind of MEDAL or something! WROO!
Pee Ess I must apologize for the blurry pictures, as well as the washed out colour of the pictures. But at least The Girl is posting again, so I don't dare criticize her much at the moment. Besides, she is clearly LOSING her mind -- flinging little bits of hot dog all over the place is, I'm sure, a sign of mental deterioration. Good thing she has a SAR doggy like me around to pick up the pieces! (Wroo, sorry for the pun, I couldn't resist!)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
So, today I decided to write about the yummers new ingredient that I get at dinner time:
SARDINES!!!! I wuff them, they are sooooooooo good! Girlie tells me that it is a sign of how much she loves me that she gives me a sardine evfurry night, because just the smell of them makes her gag. I don't know what she's talking about, they smell delicious to me.
The other day, she came home with a bagfull of foodables. She put most of them away, after I stuck my head into the bag to check for contraband. (I know that many of my furends have similar responsibilities; it is a doggy's job to inspect all bags coming in to the house.) But she left a couple of cans of sardines in the bag, and left the bag where I could reach it.
After time had passed, and being an enterprising doggy, I took both of the cans out of the bag and unwrapped them. Then, because I never get enough food (The Girl keeps me on a starvation diet, and then has the nerve to tell me it's because I only have three leggies... can you imagine!), I thought I would just help myself to a sardine or two. I worked at it a bit, and then I put a tooth through the bottom of the sardine can! I was most impressed with my own strength and resourcefulness. I took a break, as it is quite a lot of work to get into a can without thumbs and one of those opener-thingys.
In the meantime, The Girl discovered all the work I had been doing. She didn't even tell me how clever a dog I was or anything! The sardine cans were taken away from me, and I didn't even get to have a sardine! All that work, and Girlie just THREW THE CAN AWAY!!!! I know, furends, you are as shocked as I was. She told me that she didn't know how long the can had been "punctured", and that to be safe, she would just throw it in the garbage. The sheer wastefulness is not lost upon you, my doggy and kitty furends, I know! Never mind that I had EARNED a sardine!
Needless to say, I was very irritated at The Girl. She didn't seem to notice. Now I'm back to just a sardine at dinner time (or even just PART of a sardine, because The Girl says they are really big and "Dannan, we have to watch your weight because of your leggy", which is just insulting, and probably against the law because it is DISCRIMINATION against a DISABLED doggy). I don't know why I continue to put up with That Girl.
Another thing that keeps me wondering is the quality of pictures lately. These are he kind of pictures she's been taking:
Even if you put all the pictures together, you STILL don't have a full, proper picture of my handsome self! I seriously need to start looking for a new person to be in charge of my foodables and that silver clicky-box thingy.