Abuse! in the name of Christmas, whatever that is

Wrooo, everypuppy and kitty! I hope everyone had a good Howl-o-ween! I survived it; The Girl turned the tv up really loud, put on the white noise machine, turned on the space heater that she curses because the fan always runs, and we hid in the basement. It wasn't so bad.

You can see that I really enjoyed the dog friendly chocolate invented by Joe Stains, and delivered by Tanner and Scooter. Many of you have commented on how much the chocolate affected me; it sure did! I had a grrrrrreat time! Thanks, guys! (Hey, Joe, did anydoggy else have such a strong reaction? Just wonderin'.)

I am negotiating with The Girl about my access to my friends' bloggies. We don't seem to be making it around as much as we did at first. She says that we'll maybe get there twice a week, which I am protesting as UNFAIR. Just because she has the opposable thumbs, she thinks she's in charge.

Something else that happened last week was that I had to pose for Christmas pictures. The Girl isn't very creative, and she's pretty lazy, so she thought that the easiest thing to do would be to get some Christmas-themed material and pose me on it. For a variety of reasons, this did not work as she had planned.

First, I was NOT impressed. I'm working those Laser Eyes, but they have no effect against The Girl.

Note that the fabric has white and green (?) snowflakes on it. And I'm on the couch. Like I am in all of my indoor pics.

I don't know how she could keep going after this one:

She didn't know which fabric would work better, so she bought two patterns. I am pouting. Just look at how unhappy I am. If my lower lip would stick out like the human kids' do, that's what I'd be doing.

"Fear for your life, Girlie! I won't take this abuse forever!"

I am desperately sad, and close to giving up.

Aha! That sad look was just a diversion, to make you sad, Girlie, so I could make my escape. I'm SO leaving!

These are the best of the bunch. The Girl has been defeated! The Christmas pics are no more!

Happy (actual) Howl-o-ween!

OMDog, Tanner and Scooter brought me some of that chocolate that's safe for dogs! Thanks, guys, for the pawesome delivery! And thanks to Joe, for inventing it! It is soooooo yummy!


Here's me with my Howl-o-ween goodness:





I couldn't wait to try it, and this is how I look now:





Note the interesting side effect: not only am I drunk on the chocolately goodness, but I also have Laser Beam Eyes. Did anydoggy else have that side-effect, too???


I'm pretty much out of it, having downed the whole bottle all at once. This will hopefully help with my firework anxiety; stupid kids are already setting them off! It's not even 1 pm, and it certainly isn't dark! The Girl has to go out for a bit, but she's going to hurry home.


Speaking of The Girl, she wanted to confess to everydoggy and kitty that she didn't actually carve the pumpkin shown in our Penelope's Ball post. So many of you commented on how great it was, and she's feeling guilty. Let me tell you all, she's not patient enough to be that creative! Wroo!


I'm going to sleep it off. Happy Howl-o-ween!

The Letter Game revisited

Hi, everypuppy and kitty! Dannan here.


The other day we did a great game called the Letter Game, where I listed ten things that I love that start with the letter "T". So I decided that today, I would list ten things I hate that start with "T".

1. Time out. This means I'm in trouble and have to be locked in the bathroom for a minute or so. Usually, cats are involved.

2. Toenail cutting. This is a way that people make little brown dogs very sad. No discernible purpose that I can see.

3. "Ten (twenty, thirty) more minutes." This means that it is not time for dinner, no matter how convinced I am that it IS time.

4. "That's not yours." Usually means that I'm sniffing something in a bag that was just brought into the house, and that the people don't want me to examine it. How's a dog supposed to do his job guarding the house from contraband smuggling if he's not allowed to check all the bags??

5. "Toes off!" I am up on my hind legs with my front paw on something or someone. This phrase means that I'm not allowed, and I'm in trouble again.

6. "Time to come in." I am outside, having a grand time barking, and this means I have to stop, and also that I have to go into the house.

7. Torture device. I showed you pictures this past week of me walking with the torture device on my face. The Girl calls it a head halter or a Gentle Leader. I call it a weapon against the dignity of doggies everywhere.

8. "TV! That's on the TV!" Means that the intriguing sound that I am focused on is not being made by something I can examine. Often said when I hear a horse. I want a horse. When The Girl says this, she means there is no horse, even though I can hear it. How can there be no horse if I can hear it? The Girl is silly.

9. "Time to go!" Only a bad phrase when said at the dog park. The Girl is telling me that the behaviour I'm doing is unacceptable. Even when it's TOTALLY appropriate, like me lunging at the puppy to make sure she understood to leave me alone. The Girl says this and then hustles me out of the dog park.

10. "This is chocolate. Not for dogs." This one is self-explanatory, I think.



So there are some of the things that I hate that start with the letter "T". It's not an official game, but anybody who wants to try the Letter Game (of love or hate), just leave a comment and I'll give you a letter.


The Girl wants me to say again to all our friends, thank you for all your kind words and support for us while The Roomie's brother is in hospital. He is in very bad shape, so please keep those paws crossed.


I leave you with a picture of what I look like when I am forced to be subjected to one of the above "T"s.

Edited to add: Okay, Blogger is not letting me add any pictures right now. Imagine me looking like the world is over. That's how I look.