Thursday, June 3, 2010
Facebook Photos
Wroo, furends! That Girl of mine posted some pictures of me on my walk yesterday - but of course, she didn't post them HERE. Hmph. She posted them on her facebook page, which is totally unfair. She never lets me on my bloggy, but she goes on that stupid facebook all the time. My little brown nose is quite out of joint, I can tell you. If you want to, you can encourage her bad habit by going to see the pictures there. She promises that I can post them here in the next day or two. If she doesn't follow through, I'm going to go on strike!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Girlie's Birthday
It's That Mean Girlie's birthday today. I pointed out to my Nanny this morning that we never celebrate my birthday, and in fact, I don't even seem to have one! The injustice of it all! Nanny had the nerve to suggest that I could share with The Girl, if you can imagine. Hmph.
And then she said something even worse! That all my birthday would mean is a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks, and how would that be different from any other day? Well, first of all, most days I only get to have one bully stick at a time, and sometimes there is an unacceptable lapse of time between the end of one and That Girl getting me another. (I like to have one at my disposal at all times, you know, so that I can have a chew whenever the mood strikes me.) AND, That Mean Girl has all sorts of rules about walks, which are SO unfair! "We only walk every second day, Woogie," she tells me. (She is very lazy, you know. And she calls me Woogie.) And then there's the Sunday rule: "On Sundays, there are too many other doggies out there that you snark at, so we don't walk on Sundays, Woogie." So it seems to me that a birthday that brought a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks would be QUITE different from any other day.
Anywroo, That Mean Girl got a new camera for her birthday. (Don't you think that a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks would be better than that??) I can't stand her taking pictures of me, and she just doesn't care. She takes them anyway, even though I tell her that I hate it. Look at these pictures, you can see how disgruntled I am.
Maybe now that she has a new camera, she'll let me onto my bloggy more often. I won't hold my breath, though.
As for my gift to her, I offered to take her for an extra walk today, just because it's her birthday ("because you know, Woogie, it's not your day"), but she didn't want to go. I just don't understand her!!
And then she said something even worse! That all my birthday would mean is a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks, and how would that be different from any other day? Well, first of all, most days I only get to have one bully stick at a time, and sometimes there is an unacceptable lapse of time between the end of one and That Girl getting me another. (I like to have one at my disposal at all times, you know, so that I can have a chew whenever the mood strikes me.) AND, That Mean Girl has all sorts of rules about walks, which are SO unfair! "We only walk every second day, Woogie," she tells me. (She is very lazy, you know. And she calls me Woogie.) And then there's the Sunday rule: "On Sundays, there are too many other doggies out there that you snark at, so we don't walk on Sundays, Woogie." So it seems to me that a birthday that brought a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks would be QUITE different from any other day.
Anywroo, That Mean Girl got a new camera for her birthday. (Don't you think that a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks would be better than that??) I can't stand her taking pictures of me, and she just doesn't care. She takes them anyway, even though I tell her that I hate it. Look at these pictures, you can see how disgruntled I am.
Maybe now that she has a new camera, she'll let me onto my bloggy more often. I won't hold my breath, though.
As for my gift to her, I offered to take her for an extra walk today, just because it's her birthday ("because you know, Woogie, it's not your day"), but she didn't want to go. I just don't understand her!!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Wordless Wednesday
(Wroo, sorry about the colour. Girlie is too lazy to open a photo editor to fix it. I'm lucky she's letting my post it at all!)
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Wednesday is for Wroo-ing
Wroo, furends! No pictures on this post, because The Girl is punishing me for eating two cups of mixed nuts that Nanny had hidden in her suitcase. I am a Hound, you know, and I tracked them down in no time flat. I almost had the whole bag eaten when The Mean Girl found me and took them away from me. She never lets me have any fun.
No need to worry, furends, the V-E-T says that I am not poisoned or anything like that. I might have to throw up some or have diarrhea from the high fat content, but I will be okay. I was quite proud of myself, for having scavenged up such good foodables.
The Girl and I want to thank all of our furends for sticking by us for so long. That Girlie hasn't had the best year, and her brain sickies just keep going on and on. And on and on and on. She has had many different medications that she has tried. I am sure that their ineffectiveness is directly related to the fact that she refuses to wrap them in cheese before she takes them. I have told her and told her, but she never listens.
In June, The Girl is going to get some different therapies that she is hoping will help. I think she is scared to hope too much, though. I would really like it if she was better. We could walk evfurry day then, instead of this hokey "every second day but not on Sundays" routine she's got us on. I could walk evfurry day, more than once! But it is good that she takes me three times a week (evfur since Christmas, which is the best she's evfur done). I just don't see why we can't do it evfurry day, it is SO much fun! She lets me pick the route we walk, and I'm allowed to sniff at whatever I want. Well, except for good stuff like bones and nommy trash, she makes me drop those (when she's paying attention, and when she can get to me faster than I can chomp them down). And she doesn't let me always choose where we get to walk. Like, she won't let me go onto people's lawns to investigate. And she won't let me walk as far as I want to. She claims that I get tired and then don't want to walk the rest of the way home, but I think we all know who it is that gets tired.
And she won't let me chase the cats that I see on our walks. Totally unfair. I could have had several cats if only she'd let go of that string that keeps me tied to her. Or if she chased them with me, that would be fun. But Girlie is not much fun, you know.
And the whole "no walking on Sundays" rule... She says that there are too many other doggies who walk on Sundays, and that I "bark and lunge like a crazy dog", so we can't go. Hmph. She's always taking away my fun, I tell you. That Girl Who Always Rains on My Parade, I should start calling her.
But we want you all to know that we think of you lots, and miss you furry much. Girlie says she does her best just to get through the days most of the time. It helps to know you're all out there. Now, I have to go have a nap, because I'm getting a little sleepy with my full tummy and all. Wroo!
No need to worry, furends, the V-E-T says that I am not poisoned or anything like that. I might have to throw up some or have diarrhea from the high fat content, but I will be okay. I was quite proud of myself, for having scavenged up such good foodables.
The Girl and I want to thank all of our furends for sticking by us for so long. That Girlie hasn't had the best year, and her brain sickies just keep going on and on. And on and on and on. She has had many different medications that she has tried. I am sure that their ineffectiveness is directly related to the fact that she refuses to wrap them in cheese before she takes them. I have told her and told her, but she never listens.
In June, The Girl is going to get some different therapies that she is hoping will help. I think she is scared to hope too much, though. I would really like it if she was better. We could walk evfurry day then, instead of this hokey "every second day but not on Sundays" routine she's got us on. I could walk evfurry day, more than once! But it is good that she takes me three times a week (evfur since Christmas, which is the best she's evfur done). I just don't see why we can't do it evfurry day, it is SO much fun! She lets me pick the route we walk, and I'm allowed to sniff at whatever I want. Well, except for good stuff like bones and nommy trash, she makes me drop those (when she's paying attention, and when she can get to me faster than I can chomp them down). And she doesn't let me always choose where we get to walk. Like, she won't let me go onto people's lawns to investigate. And she won't let me walk as far as I want to. She claims that I get tired and then don't want to walk the rest of the way home, but I think we all know who it is that gets tired.
And she won't let me chase the cats that I see on our walks. Totally unfair. I could have had several cats if only she'd let go of that string that keeps me tied to her. Or if she chased them with me, that would be fun. But Girlie is not much fun, you know.
And the whole "no walking on Sundays" rule... She says that there are too many other doggies who walk on Sundays, and that I "bark and lunge like a crazy dog", so we can't go. Hmph. She's always taking away my fun, I tell you. That Girl Who Always Rains on My Parade, I should start calling her.
But we want you all to know that we think of you lots, and miss you furry much. Girlie says she does her best just to get through the days most of the time. It helps to know you're all out there. Now, I have to go have a nap, because I'm getting a little sleepy with my full tummy and all. Wroo!
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