Wednesday Woe

That Girl tortured me today!  We got up (much later than I would like to get up, as usual), and I told her that it was my day to walk.  She dawdled around, drinking tea and reading newspapers and eating breakfast, which she always does before we walk.  But then, she went on that stupid laptop!  She's not supposed to do that until after we walk.  She kept saying, "It's raining, Woogie", but I never buy that excuse.  I kept telling her, it's my day, it's my day, it's my day!

(Note from The Girl:  He was really being a pain.  Insisting that it was time to go for our walk.  So we went.)

Furends, it was absolutely POURING down with rain!  I have always been of the firm conviction that Little Brown Dogs melt if they get wet.  This year, I've experimented with walking when there has been a light drizzle, and I have survived.  But today, the rain was TORTUROUS.  I was certain I was going to die.

(Note from The Girl:  He wasn't going to die, obviously.  And he walked just fine for ten minutes or so, and then he decided he wasn't going to move anymore, at all.  He didn't want to go forward, and he didn't want to go back.  So I did coax him along, I have to admit.  There really wasn't any other option, although I do appreciate that he didn't get that.)

There are no pictures of my ordeal, because That Girl said that it was raining too hard to take out her new camera.  CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?????  It was raining too hard to take out the camera, but it wasn't raining too hard to take out the Little Brown Dog??? 

There are only pictures of me in the aftermath of this torture.

Look at how wet and ruffly my fur is!  The indignity of it all!

I boycotted The Girl until suppertime.  I hope she learned her lesson!  I even cuddled with my Nanny this afternoon, right in front of That Girl!

(Final Note from The Girl:  I did feel very bad that he got so wet.  It was raining harder than I thought it was, and when he was willing to walk, I thought it was going to be okay.  But he did get soaked.  I have apologized many times today!)

Girlie keeps her promise!

Wroo, That Girl has let me post about our walk on Wednesday!  These pictures are the ones that she already put on her facebook page, but she promised me that I could post them here, too.  And here I am, posting them!  Maybe I am too hard on That Girl sometimes... 

Here I am near the beginning of our walk.  It has been raining for days and days here, but we got out between showers so I could have my walk.  As I mentioned before, I get to walk on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  Girlie calls that every second day, but you can clearly see that she's wrong.  There are TWO days between Friday and Monday, and I don't get a walk on either day!

(Note from The Girl:  In our neighbourhood, there are many, MANY doggies that get to walk on Sundays, and Dannan snarks at most of them.  I don't like letting him practice his barking and lunging, so we don't walk on Sundays anymore.)

Hmph.  She's trying to justify those dumb rules of hers.

Here I am, doing one of my favefurite things:  sniffing (and then peeing on) a rock.  I love rocks!!

 And here I am in motion.  You can see in a lot of these pictures that my ears go flying a lot when I walk. 

Here I am looking back at my Nanny, who usually walks with The Girl and I.  If The Girl wants to take pictures of me walking, she needs someone to hold my leash - she's not the most coordinated human I've ever seen.  But I like it when Nanny comes with us, even if it is to facilitate That Annoying Girl getting in my face with the camera.

On that facebook thing, Girlie said something about this being me as a headless doggie.  You can clearly see my head!  I love to smell the bottom parts of these shrubs, because lots of other doggies leave pee-mail there.  Sometimes, you have to get up-close-and-personal to make sure you don't miss any messages.

Now it is time to hurry up, Nanny!

There is a doggie barking at me from behind a fence here.  I am trying really hard to concentrate, and That Annoying Girlie is following me around with that camera thing.  (Note from The Girl:  It took quite a few shots to get one where he was looking at the camera, and Dannan got quite annoyed with me.  You can see in the picture that I finally got, he's licking his lip to send me a calming signal - calm down, Girlie, and stop being a pain in the rear!)

Girlie is being polite when she tells you that.  I was actually using an HBO word, not "rear".  Sometimes, The Girl is a PITA, for those of you doggies who know what that means!  I am telling her that she is annoying me, and to back off!

Here I have seen a birdie! 

More action - look at me go so fast that I blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  Wroo!

I see something...

This isn't what I saw.  Girlie couldn't figure out what I was so interested in (or else she was too slow - she misses LOTS of shots because she is too slow to catch them).  But anywroo, I love posts, too!  I'm sure most of you doggies out there also love rocks and shrubs and posts - such good places to find out doggy data!

I like flowers, too.

Sniffing and smelling are the main points to walks, as far as I'm concerned.  Check out my ears, too!

More sniffing...

And even more sniffing!  (Don't tell my Nanny that you can see most of her in this picture!  Girlie promised her that she would crop her out, but she forgot.)

On the move!  Look at my ears in the next few pictures!

Don't I look like a happy doggie???

More sniffing for pee-mail...

Look this way....

...and the other way...

Because here we are, back in the driveway.  I'm not ready to go home, but Girlie says we're not going any further.  I ALWAYS want to walk more!


So that was our walk on Wednesday!  Going for walks with My Girlie is one of my favefurite things in the world!  I would go for two or three walks a day, if only she would take me!

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!

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!!

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 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!

Neighbour Doggy, where are you?