Tuesday, August 23, 2011

My Dog!

Jib here.

Mom and I have a new dog. Mom says she is just visiting, but Sailor says that the last time a new dog came to visit, I stayed. But Mom keeps saying she is a visitor. Over an over.

What's a visitor?

Zoe says a visitor means we are borrowing Tessie during the daytime while her person is at work. Mom says her person used to be able to take Tessie to work, but now she can't. So Tessie is staying with us during the day.

Tessie looks like a puppy but smells like a girl. She is shy and barks when she is alone sometimes and is getting used to her crate. She is learning to Stay and to Leave It. Mom says she's a love sponge, and Tessie sits on her lap all the time. I tried to sit on Mom's lap, but it was too small. Way too small.

(Note from Mom: good thing)

Best of all, Tessie likes me! She quiets down when I sit near her when she is in her crate. She runs after me when I am running after my Frisbee after I promised that I wouldn't step on her. Tessie squinches her eyes at me and holds still and lets me sniff her tummy. Mom says I have a rude nose and if I learn to keep it to myself, Tessie will like me even better.

I think we are doing MORE than borrowing Tessie. I hope we keep her!

(Note from Mom: fat chance)

Monday, August 22, 2011

My Book

Jib here.

I wrote a book! A book about ME!

Mom helped me with the big words. And the keyboard thing.

But my book is all about ME, JIB!

Mom published it on blurb.com.

Here is a preview of the first 15 pages:

Mom is very proud.

I am working on more books, too. All about ME!

Just wait!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Fame! Me!

Jib here.

Sailor is in the 2012 collie calendar again. He is even on the cover!

But I am going to be famous, too. My friend DonnaSue came to take my picture. I ran, I jumped. I played Frisbee and ball and had one. A ball. I had a ball.

And I was chosen! I was chosen to be in an art show. Soon. Here is the link:


I am one of the Dogs at Play!

Me, Jib! Playing! In an art show!

I am famous!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Sailor here.

I am famous. Again.

I am in a calendar. I am ON a calendar, on the cover.

Mom is tickled pink.

But she doesn't SMELL pink. What's up with that?

Friday, August 12, 2011

Bah, Bath.

Jib here.



Dog hair everywhere. Except on me.

Mom is covered in it. So is the lawn.

I am damp.



I'd rather be playing Frisbee.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Bahahahaha, You Say?

Zoe here.

Today, SAILOR is damp.


Mom says tomorrow it's Jibby's turn.


I am finally dry.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Bath Day. Again.

Sailor here.

I smelled a bath coming on.

I ran and hid in the bushes. Jib ran and hid in his crate.

Zoe didn't run. Zoe didn't hide.

Poor Zoe.

Now she is damp and out of sorts.