Stupid Leafs

Mom loves this time of year 'cause the weather is cooler and the trees are all colorful. She thinks they're so pretty.

I disagree.

I'm all about that "cooler weather" thing, but the stupid trees get on my nerves. You know why? 'Cause they won't keep their stupid leafs on their branches! I hate those leafs! The leafs crunch on my paws and that ain't cool. They stick to me and they're slippery when they're wet. The worse thing by far, though, is when they torpedo at me in the parking lot. I'll be walking along, minding my own business, and then I'm suddenly attacked by leaves flying at me! It's pretty scary. Not at all fun.

So, trees, I'm putting you on notice. Hold onto your stupid leafs!

This is a tree by our house. Mom says, "Oh, so pretty!"

I say, "My nemesis!"

Can you see me sticking my tongue out at the leafs? I was being subtle.
The one really good way to get back at the leafs for attacking me is a bit unladylike. I pee on 'em! Mom almost caught me in the act here. I was looking for a good leaf to take my anger out on.

Pond News

Mom and I walked around the pond this weekend, and Mom took along our camera. So here's a picture of me checking out those silly geese out on the pond. There are duckies out there, too.


The geeses were pretty quiet for this walk. Some geese over at the next pond (we don't walk past there) were honking up a storm, but the ones on our pond weren't. I did catch some geese getting ready to poop all over my sidewalk, though, so I chased them back to the water. Don't poop on my sidewalk!

And look! My puddle was back! I ran right through the middle of it. Mom was not amused, but I loved it!

Yeah for my puddle! I love that thing!

Belle Submitted to My Gallery of Writing!

My friend Belle submitted a piece she wroted to my Gallery of Writing! I wanted to share it with all of you, too. Belle said it was o.k...so here it is!

Call me Belle. I was born in La. I am a weinie. Literally and figuratively. I eat,sleep and TCB. Thats my job. Oh,I also tweet. Alot! You should really try walkin' in my paws. Be a dog. Experience what life is like when you can't speak for yourself and depend on the kindness of others. It really changes your view on things. The Big DoG sez do unto others...He's got a point...Take it from a dog...

Thanks, Bellemia! You wroted a great piece!

I posted about my Gallery last month, but since then some other friends on Twitter have asked me some great questions about it. Mom said I should tell everyone here to help clear up any confusion. So here goes...

• Does my profile need to be in my name or in my human's name?

If you wroted your piece, you should get the credit! Use your name and information, not your human's. In Belle's profile, she wrote that her "race/ethnicity" was "canine." He he he! Mom put that my "occupation" was "Supervisor of Household Napping and Cookie Eating."

• What should I write about?

There's SO much stuff that you can write about...so write about anything you want! You could write a diary entry or a letter to your humans or a poem or a short essay. Maybe talk about how you gotted your human family or about how you like to sniff stuff or maybe just submit your "to do" list. I submitted my poem about my Mom pickin' up my poo. There are SO many things you can write about. The only guideline for my gallery is that the piece was written by an animal!

• What kind of submissions do you take? What kind of files and stuff?
  

You can write in the little text box in the Gallery, or you can submit a link to a piece on your blog or Twitter account. You can upload a file, too, like a Word document. If you aren't linking to your blog, I suggest you upload a file like that so that you can put your picture in it. (I want those human's to all see how cute my animal friends are!) If you've got a blog, then you should submit through a link to a post--that way people can see other stuff you wroted on your blog, too.

Thanks for helping me out by submitting something to my Gallery of Writing!

Do I NEED a Snuggie?!

Mom says to me, "It gets cold in our house in the winter. The floor is drafty, and I'm sure you get cold since you're so little."

Um...I've got fur and blankies!

Apparently, though, fur and blankies don't matter to Mom. Today she bought me a SNUGGIE. That's right. A Snuggie. They make them for doggies now and she just haaad to get on that bandwagon. Geez.



It's official. My Mom is nuts.

I Ain't Happy

My Mom is in SO much trouble with me.

This morning, it was raining out so I didn't get a good walk in and I didn't really take care of all of the business that I needed to take care of. When Mom got ready to leave for work, I figured she would take me out again. Did she today? Nooooo. Instead, she just carried me directly to the car.

So I think, "Well this can't be too bad. We're going for a ride! Maybe to that cool, big park again!" Did we go to the park? Nooooo. Mom drove a different way.

Then we went through a drive-through and I thought, "YES! French fries!" Did I get any? Noooo. Mom put the bag on the floor in front of my seat and never opened it! She just taunted me with it!

And then she tricked me by going a different direction and taking me to...the GROOMER. I really don't like that place. I hate hair cuts and I hate baths, and they do both of those to me there! Mom actually had the nerve to leave me at the groomer all day long, too, instead of just part of the day like usual. Grrrrrrr!

She gave me lots of cookies when she picked me up, so that was nice. And then we went for a short walk when we got home. It was still raining. I figured, "Great...a nice evening with just Mom and I at home." But did she stay home? Nooooo. She gave me my pills and then she LEFT ME and she was gone all evening!

I'm not a happy doggie right now. This woman owes me big time.

Note that my tail is down in this picture, and not up and wagging. This is NOT a picture of a happy doggie. Bad Mommy!

Scouting Report

I've scouted the place, and here's the situation...

• Kitchen: No food accidentally dropped on the floor.
• Living room: No crumbs by the couch.
• Front door: No food discovered, but a good smelly spot from a bag of garbage (Mom hasn't noticed it yet).
• Bedroom: No leftover cookies from last night. Even looked under the doggie bed.
• My crate: No leftover cookies from this morning.
• Food mat: No canned doggie food left. Only nasty, dry stuff.

Hmmm. I was already so hungry that I ate the pills I refused to eat earlier (covered with the chicken stuff that Mom uses when she thinks she's tricking me...yeah right...).

I guess I need to beg for some people food or try to get Mom to give me more canned food or something...

I'm refusing to eat that nasty, dry doggie food.

Walking in the Park

Mom had a cool surprise for me tonight. We went for a walk in the BIG park!

We haven't gone there for a while, so I didn't expect the trip tonight. When she got home from work, she took me outside to potty like always. She wouldn't let me walk, though, so I was a little upset with her. After she gets home, we ALWAYS go for a walk. Why on earth wouldn't she let me tonight?!

That's when she surprised me by getting in the car. I was even madder at first 'cause I thought she was taking me to the groomer. No walk and then a trip to the groomer? That's just RUDE! (She's been calling me a "shaggy beast" lately and usually that means a trip to the groomer.)

But then all of the sudden I realized that we were in the parking lot at the big park! I got SO stinking excited. I couldn't wait to get out of the car, and when I did, I went into complete hyper-doggie mode. I ran in huge circles around Mom 'cause I was so happy about being at the big park.

There are lots and lots of great smells at the park. I was excited during our whole walk and I didn't even get too hot. Mom said she was cold, but I just told her she needed to grow herself some fur. I practically ran through the entire park and Mom kept up with me 'cause she was cold. It was a great night. Not even too many other doggies in the park, so I had lots of sniffing spots to myself.

I love that park. Thanks, Mom!