Monday, January 30, 2012

Eat? Eat?

Sailor here.

Everybody gets to eat lunch.

Everybody but ME.

Even Baby Will eats lunch. He eats it outside. He eats lunch walking around.

And he doesn't share!!!

Neither does Charlotte.

Will Frisbee

Jib here.

Will Frisbee is even worse. He takes it. And doesn't give it back!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Frisbee Girl

Jib here.

Frisbee is my favorite game.

Charlotte-Frisbee is not my favorite game.

It starts out OK.

And sometimes it works.

Most of the time it doesn't.

And sometimes it's just confusing.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


Jib here.

Mom and I were driving home. Home from agility jump-jump-weave practice. Mom was driving. I was nodding off.

And then BAM!!

It was really loud.

It woke me up.

It bounced me forward.

Mom parked. She got out. She talked to a man and wrote down something.

Then we drove home.

Mom tried to open the back door to the dog car.

It opened. It closed.

A piece of metal fell off.

Mom says it is plastic and it's part of the bumper.

She says bumpers are made to bump.

Well, Mom, I'd say that was a BUMP!

Mom called someone on the phone then checked me out. She felt me all over. She stretched me fore and aft.

I am fine. Mom says her neck and back hurt.

I hope this doesn't happen to us again.

Saturday, January 21, 2012


Jib here.

I caught a squirrel!

I caught a squirrel!

Mom says it's my fourth.

I wonder if they have a title for that.

Thursday, January 19, 2012


Jib here.

I love kids.

They taste great!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Sledding? Really?

Sailor here.

Mom's lost it. Totally.

She took the grandgirls sledding.

In the house.

With a crib mattress.

Down the stairs.

I think I will wring my paws.

And yip.

Friday, January 13, 2012

SweetSixteen (and a half)

Sailor here.

Zoe is my oldest friend. And my best friend. Besides Mom, that is. And Jib. Most of the time.

Zoe is 16 1/2 years old. That's older than ME! Mom says in dog years, she's even older than Mom!

She can't hear Mom when Mom calls her for supper. So Mom uses arm signals.

She doesn't run and play chase like she used to. But neither do I.

Mom says Zoe is doing great for an old lady.

I am doing great, too, Mom.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

NOT a Happy New Year!

Jib here.

Mom said it was warm out. Mom said it was sunny out. She said she couldn't pass it up.

So Mom gave me a bath. She gave Sailor a bath, too.

She says it's our Happy New Year bath.

The New Year is not Happy.

Neither am I.

Or Sailor.

I want the OLD year back!