Articulate Animals

Mom's work is doing this big thing to celebrate writing and they made this huge National Gallery of Writing. I got to thinking about how many of my animal friends write through blogs and Twitter and Facebook. So I asked if I could help...and guess what! I'm now in charge of the Articulate Animals part of the National Gallery of Writing! Cool, huh?

This way I get to help celebrate all of my animal friends' writing. I also get to help Mom's work which is good because that's how we get money for doggie food and cookies.

So will you help me out and submit something to Articulate Animals? It can be anything, as long as it's written by an animal. Submit a link to your favorite blog post or tweet. Submit a poem or a narrative (I have no idea what that is but Mom said to write it). Anything animal goes!

Update: I got some great questions about my gallery, so I wroted about them in another post. Click here for that info!

R.I.P. Squeaky Skunk

It's a sad, sad day. The squeakers in my Squeaky Skunk died. I broke one of them a while ago, but the second one was still squeaking good. Sadly, it squeaked it's last squeak tonight. Now both of the squeakers are broken.

Squeaky Skunk no longer squeaks. I'm very sad.

Mom said she'd try to see if she could get new squeakers and do surgery. I'm not holding out much hope, though.

R.I.P., my favorite toy.

Stuff at the Pond

Mom and I walked around the pond tonight. She didn't want to 'cause of her allergies but I begged and begged and tugged and tugged. She finally caved and let me go that direction.

Funniest thing happened when Mom and I were walking. We met a doggie who was just a bit smaller than me and you know what the doggie's name was? Chicken! I couldn't believe it. The doggie was named Chicken. That's so silly! I was, of course, scared of the doggie and I hid behind Mom each time Chicken tried to say "hi" to me. Mom said that Chicken wasn't a chicken but I was. Whatever...

Goose Update: I was surprised that the honkers were quiet tonight. Only one honking incident when we were walking. Looks like they stopped all of that pooping on my sidewalk, too. It's about time! Those crazy geese were making such a mess over there! I don't think as many of them are living on my pond anymore, so maybe that has something to do with the quiet night and lack of poo.

I Got Mail!

You know what the mailman brought today? A postcard just for me! My friend Tweetypie from Twitter sent it to me. Tweetypie lives in a place called Arkansas. Mom says it's far away from where we live. Tweetypie and I both wanted to get mail, and we wanted to see where each other lived, too. So we exchanged cards. I think that's pretty cool.

Here are some pictures of me posing with my mail and giving it a good look-over.

Puppy Poetry: I Love Meat!

Oh, how I love bacon.
The flavor can’t be mistaken!

Oh, what a joy is chicken.
It causes my pulse to quicken!

Oh, to savor some turkey,
As drumstick, breast, or jerky!

Oh, the bliss of beef.
The taste’s beyond belief!

Oh, what a treasure is ham.
It’s just as great as lamb!


You can keep your fruits...your veggies I abhor.
They’re simply not for me, ‘cause I’m a carnivore!

Party Costumes

I told you all about the Paw Pawtys that my friends on Twitter have. What I didn't tell you is that we all have cool costumes for the parties, too. We make special outfits just to fit the party themes. Want to see mine?

Here's my outfit for the August Paw Pawty with the Woodstock theme:


And we just had Chick Fest last weekend with a 1950s theme. So here's what I wore:

Pretty cool, huh?

Updates on Stuff

I'm not so mad at my Mom anymore. She took me to the Farmer's Market this weekend and we had a nice, lazy weekend together. Those are the best! I love that market, too. I got a little over-heated there this time, though, and Mom felt horrible about that. Worked well for me in the end because Mom felt so bad. That meant extra loving for me!

And for the record, the honkers (a.k.a. geese) are still flying over our parking lot all of the time. Mom said we're just lucky they haven't pooped on us.