Sailor Here: A Dog Blog

Frisbee Girl

2012-01-26T12:00:00.000-08:00

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.

BAM!

2012-01-25T15:36:00.001-08:00

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.

Squirrel!

2012-01-21T13:38:00.000-08:00

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.

Yum

2012-01-19T19:01:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

I love kids.

They taste great!

Sledding? Really?

2012-01-17T17:42:00.000-08:00

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.

SweetSixteen (and a half)

2012-01-13T15:44:00.000-08:00

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.

NOT a Happy New Year!

2012-01-01T16:05:00.000-08:00

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!

Good-bye, Jamie

2011-12-16T18:57:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

Mom is sad. She cries. She said that one of my collie friends went to the Rainbow Bridge. He was one of Mom's favorite collies, too.

Mom said she didn't get to say one last Hello to Jamie. That makes her sad, too.

And worst of all, Mom says, there isn't anything she can do to make Jamie's Mom not so sad. Jamie's Mom is Aunt Judy, my Mom's best friend.

So I guess if one person is sad, many people are sad, too.

I will give Mom some extra hugs tonight.

So she won't feel so sad.

BFF's

2011-12-06T19:00:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Will is my boy.

And my neck warmer.

Not that I need a neck warmer.

But I DO need a boy.

Joy to the World!

2011-11-29T17:34:00.001-08:00

Sailor here.

I am joyous!

I am bouncy!

I love everybody!

Especially Mom!

Double Bah Humbug

2011-11-29T09:53:00.001-08:00

Sailor here.

Bah.

Humbug.

All Dressed Up

2011-11-26T18:44:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Mom and I rehearsed. We were on stage.

We danced. And danced.

Mom says it was a dress rehearsal. I wore my vest. Mom wore her bow tie.

We danced. And danced.

I got cheese!

Awww

2011-11-26T12:10:00.001-08:00

Jib here.

Awww....

Bah

2011-11-24T08:51:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

I have a hot spot. It is not hot; it is crusty. Mom keeps it crusty with this powder. And she keeps me from licking it.

So I am in my towel cowl.

I am not happy.

Mom says the BahHumbug season isn't for another week.

I disagree.

Humbug.

My boy

2011-11-24T08:36:00.001-08:00

Jib here.

Here's my boy.

I love him.

He loves me.

I kiss him.

He drools in my fur.

Mom says it's Karma.

Whoever she is.

Jib Goes to School

2011-11-17T14:40:00.001-08:00

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Me. Baby herder

2011-11-17T13:35:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

They left the youngest puppy alone. Alone outside.

They went far away. Far, far away. Some fast trots away. Mom says they were right there. Right on the other side of the bricks. But I thought it was too far.

So I watched the youngest puppy. I made sure he was safe. I made sure he was happy.

I let him pull himself up on my ruff.

I let him poke my nose.

I let him run and followed him.

He let me boop him in the bum.

He let me kiss his finger.

He let me love him.

And I let him love me back.

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Thirteen on the Thirteenth

2011-11-13T12:57:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

Mom says today is my birthday! I am thirteen. Thirteen whole years old.

Mom says that's pretty old for a collie, but that I am going strong.

I AM going strong! My front end works great. My tummy works great. My teeth work great.

My hearing is different and my rear end is always confuzling, but I am GREAT!

I am thirteen!

Steak all around.

Funny Tessie

2011-11-09T17:47:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Tessie looks funny. She smells funny, too. She has something wrapped around her tummy. And her chest. And her neck.

Mom says that's because it's winter. She says Tessie is wearing a sweater.

But Tessie's feet aren't damp. Her tongue isn't dripping.

I don't think the sweater is working.

Holy Cow!

2011-11-07T16:14:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Mom is extra happy. I Quited!!!!! No more Not Quite's for me!

I am now Legendhold Two If By Sea, CDX (among

other things).

I sat. And sat. And sat. AND SAT!! And Mom almost cried she was so happy.

She was happy with our green ribbon. She was happy with our red ribbon. And she was overjoyed with our big Title ribbon. It is green and yellow. And big!

I was happy with my cow. My very own cow! It squeaks! It has stuffing! Now, to take it apart....

On Stage

2011-10-24T19:56:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I can dance. We can dance on stage. That's what that big box is called. On Stage.

Sailor says a stage is something you go through before you are perfect.

I am perfect just the way I am.

And I am On Stage, too.

So there.

My Brain is Tired

2011-10-23T08:47:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

My brain is tired. It is wiped. Wiped out. Out of my head. It may have even fallen out my nose.

Mom says I am brain dead. After today.

Today I went to dog school. I played with Mom for a long time. My brain was tired after that. Especially after the Long Sit. The VERY Long Sit.

Then Mom and I went to dance. We went to a new place. It was dark. It was inside. It had scary stairs.

Mom showed me that the stairs didn't have to be scary. They could be cheesy. They could be hot doggy. After a while, they were OK. Going down was easier than up.

Then we danced on a big box. It was a BIG box. A VERY BIG box. The sides had curtains. The back had curtains. The front was a cliff.

We danced and danced. And danced. Mom called it a rehearsal. I call it fun. And funny. And very interesting.

Mom says my brain was on overload.

So that is why I am so tired.

Sit Stay

2011-10-22T10:22:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

Mom says she is tearing out her hair.

Mom says she is being driven to d...d... somewhere with a long name.

Mom says it's all because of my butt.

It won't sit. It won't stay. It shifts. It hitches. It twitches.

Well, Mom. Well.

I have a skinny bum. It isn't soft to sit on. It is not soft at all.

So I shift. I hitch. I twitch.

And sometimes I even stand up.

Moms says she is losing sleep over this. Because I am going to be in a dog show very soon. And I will have to Sit. And Stay. And Stay. And Stay.

And Stay.

So she made me sit on a funny chair thing. I couldn't move. Without falling off. Without losing my balance.

I Sat. I Stayed. And Stayed. And Stayed.

And Stayed.

The funny chair thing is soft. I sink into it. It works for me.

But Mom says she can't take it to the dog show.

So she is shedding and going for long drives. Without me.

What's a dog to do?

Again

2011-10-02T13:38:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I played in obedience, Again. Mom had liverwurst and steak!

I was happy, I was great. I remembered to hold my dumbbell and drop when Mom said, "Drop!" I remembered to jump long and heel, heel, heel.

Mom was proud. Again.

Until the Long, Long Sit. She left me. Again.

All alone. Again.

I sat. And sat. And stood up. And said, "Oh-oh," and sat again. Mom says that was a Not Quite. Again.

Mom says we have to go back to square one. Because of the Sit. We have to learn to do it right all over again. Especially me.

And Mom says she needs to find a jar of Tacky Butt.

Extra Strength.

Green is Good

2011-10-01T15:27:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom took me to an obedience trial today. That's where Mom is obedient and I get to jump.

Sometimes, though, Mom is a trial. Mom says that means that things are hard. But not today. She was fun to be with especially when we heeled. And when I got cookies afterwards!

Mom has been working on my Drop. I dropped. I also dropped the dumbbell when I brought it back to her. But she smiled anyway and I didn't drop it again. I got confuzled somehow and my mouth forgot to hold it.

I loved today until Mom made me sit and left me all alone in the ring. Alone without her. Alone with a lot of strange dogs. But I sat. And sat. And sat. And sat. When she came back to me, she was grinning louder than I remember in a long time. Mom says the Group Sit is my hardest exercise.

Mom sang all the way home in the car. She sang, "God is great, green is good, people are crazy."

I think I know who might be crazy around here. And it's not me.

Sailor says I have two legs in Mopin' and tomorrow is another day. He says Mom will be SO happy if I come home with three legs. He says there will be joy in Mudville and no one will be mopin'. I hope it doesn't rain though. I don't like wet in my eyes or mud on my feet and on my belly.

Sailor says I have six Nervous legs from long ago that Mom put in this Compact Disc around here somewhere. Sailor says I have one more Mopin' leg from earlier this year that Mom stashed in my CD, too. And now I have one more Mopin' leg from today.

But I have FOUR legs. See them? They're right there, at the bottom of my chest. They're right here at the bottom of my kilts. I wonder where all those other legs are gathered. And I wonder if there are cookies in my CD along with those legs.

Oh, why is obedience SO confuzling???

Mom Loves Me!

2011-09-30T12:47:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom loves me. She loves me BEST!

I love her best, too.

It's My Birthday!

2011-09-28T16:23:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

It's my birthday!

Mom says I've made great strides in the past six years.

Project Dog

2011-09-26T20:59:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom is smiling. She saw my page in the book, Project Dog, and is smiling. Again.

I am a star!

Again.

Mom wants me to give the link to the book.

Here it is:

http://www.projectdog.net/shop/

Mom says pretty soon, I will have to give out pawtographs!

I Had a Job!

2011-09-13T14:58:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Jib is not the only one with a job. I had a job. Last night. A real dog job!

Mom's dog training club had a CGC test. Mom says CGC stands for Canine Good Citizen. That means Pretty Good Dog.

I was one of the dogs! I got to mill in a crowd. I got to walk with Mom. I got to be polite and gentlemanly. I got to ignore all the other dogs.

But best of all, it was PAYDAY!!

Cookies all around.

I Am Better!

2011-09-10T11:01:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Good morning, Mom! Why are you so sleepy? I FEEL GREAT! I slept! I breathed! I coughed, but it didn't hurt.

Where's breakfast? Where's my pill? My get-well pill?

Can I go outside and play?

Can I hunt squirrels?

Can I play Frisbee?

Um, well, maybe I will just look for squirrels and Frisbees.

And not run and play until after lunch.

What? No lunch?? BUT I AM SICK!!!!!

I Am Sick

2011-09-10T10:32:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

I am sick. Mom says I am really sick.

I am coughing. I am tired. It is hard to breathe.

Mom says she thinks I breathed something in. Into my lungs. Something that didn't belong there. Like peanut butter. Like Tessie's peanut butter. In her tiny Kong. That I stole. Two dark sleeps ago.

Mom says she got worried when she saw me watching television. She was worried because the television wasn't on. She says I was looking at it because I just trying to breathe.

Yes, Mom, I know. I am sick.

So Mom took me to the hospital. Tonight. Late tonight.

We waited for the doctor. We waited with other dogs. The other dogs wanted to say Hi to me. But I was too sick to sniff them.

We waited with some cats. The cats yowled with big eyes, but I was too sick to chase them.

Mom gave me a cookie, but I dropped it and was too sick to pick it up.

Finally we saw the doctor. He took my picture. A picture of my chest. He listened to my chest, too. With his chestoscope. He patted my head. He said I was beautiful. And sick.

He said I had something like New Moan. Mom says that means I am sick.

Yes, Mom, I know.

Someone did a pinchy thing on my neck and Mom gave me a cookie. I ate this cookie. It was better than the last one. It was worth eating. Even though I am sick.

We got home in the middle of the night. Mom said I was breathing easier. I said I was very tired.

Mom says I will be better tomorrow. I think I can sleep now. With my head on the floor.

I Am a Hero!

2011-09-06T19:50:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom took Sailor out. Without me. She left me with Tessie.

Tessie was unhappy. She sat at the front door and barked for her Mom. She even barked for MY Mom. She is terrible at being left alone. With just me.

Tessie barked and howled. She howled and barked.

Then she went and sat on the back of the couch. And cried and whimpered and whined.

Mom came home. Sailor came home. Mom and Sailor came to the door.

Tessie leaped off the couch. She met Mom at the door. Mom opened the door.

Tessie dashed out. She ran. She ran fast. She ran really fast. She ran to find her Mom.

I ran after her.

Tessie ran into the street.

I ran into the street and stopped Tessie. I stopped her and herded her to the curb.

I heard Mom come running, too. I heard a car come driving. I herded Tessie away from the car.

Mom finally reached us and scooped up Tessie. Tessie was frightened at being scrooped. She screeched. She wriggled. She screamed.

Mom held on to Tessie.

Once all the excitement was over, I peed in the bushes. Then we all went inside.

Mom says Tessie needs to learn more door manners. Like me and Sailor.

Mom also said I saved Tessie's life. She said I almost got hit by the car.

Mom says I am a hero. I am proud. Mom is proud, too, once she stopped shaking.

Tessie is Sad

2011-09-02T10:57:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Tessie is sad today. Every time her Mom leaves, Tessie panics. Then she is sad.

Jib and I are trying to jolly her up.

Jib brought her a squeaky toy.

Tessie didn't want to play.

I lay down next to her couch.

Tessie didn't even smell me.

Tessie is sad today.

Mom says she will help Tessie be not so sad. She took Tessie for a long walk. She didn't even take ME this time. Mom said Tessie was happier on her walk.

Maybe if I act sad, Mom will take ME for a walk.

But I can't fit on the back of the couch. So maybe I can't be sad.

My Dog!

2011-08-23T12:56:00.000-07:00

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)

My Book

2011-08-22T13:42:00.001-07:00

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:

A Job for Jib by Anne Robinson and Jib

Mom is very proud.

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

Just wait!

Fame! Me!

2011-08-18T13:50:00.000-07:00

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:

http://www.sanchezartcenter.org/EXHIBITIONS.html

I am one of the Dogs at Play!

Me, Jib! Playing! In an art show!

I am famous!

Fame!

2011-08-17T17:56:00.000-07:00

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?

Bah, Bath.

2011-08-12T16:20:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Bah.

Humbug.

Dog hair everywhere. Except on me.

Mom is covered in it. So is the lawn.

I am damp.

Bah.

Humbug.

I'd rather be playing Frisbee.

Bahahahaha, You Say?

2011-08-11T17:20:00.000-07:00

Zoe here.

Today, SAILOR is damp.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Mom says tomorrow it's Jibby's turn.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I am finally dry.

Bath Day. Again.

2011-08-10T12:42:00.000-07:00

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.

BAHAHAHAHAHA!

I, Hunter. Again

2011-07-31T15:19:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I went to the park. Mom and I are practicing for next weekend. I am in two dog shows. Mom says we have lots of work to do.

It was a new park. It has new squirrels. New, cheeky squirrels. Gray, chittering squirrels.

I saw a squirrel. I left Mom. I left her fast. Real fast.

I chased the squirrel. The squirrel tried to climb. It didn't climb fast enough.

I CAUGHT the squirrel! Between my teeth!

The squirrel squeaked. It bit at me. I dropped it so it wouldn't bite my nose. I caught it again. It tried to bite my nose. I dropped it again.

I caught it. It bit my nose. I dropped it and tried to hold it with my paw. It ran away.

So I caught the squirrel. With my teeth. Again. It squeaked. Again. It tried to bite my nose. Again.

Mom ran up to me. Mom caught me. She caught me by the back legs. She held on.

I dropped the squirrel. The squirrel ran away.

Mom didn't let me run after it. She held me. She held me tight.

I was SO excited! It squeaks!

Mom didn't let me go. I am glad she didn't bite my nose. I didn't bite hers, either.

Mom says that when we are training at the park, cookies trump Mom. And squirrels trump cookies. She was not amused.

Dogs Can Dance!

2011-07-24T09:32:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I went dancing. With a lot of other people and dogs, too. Mrs. Dogs On The Inside and Fyre were there; Ms. I Love Jib and Dazzle were there; Willie and Molly and Watson and too many to sniff were there, too. Mom even got hugged by someone who smelled like paint who she hasn't seen in a very long time. He was important. But he didn't have any cookies in his pocket.

Then Mom and I danced. I got cookies!

We heeled and backed up and serpentined and spun left and right and touched noses-to-hands and circled and had a grand time.

Mom says I was a star. She says she would love to dance with all the collies in her life, too. All at once!

I say, Keep the cookies coming!

New Family

2011-07-22T17:56:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

We have a new family in the umbrella.

Mom says they are Cain or Abel's kids.

Cain and Abel are last season's blue jays. They sit in the trees and scream at each other. All day long. One of them got married and built a nest in the umbrella. The umbrella where they were hatched last summer.

My Mom said the mama bird laid three eggs. And they hatched. All of them.

The nest is a mess. That is how we know Cain or Abel built it. It is scraggly and falling apart and sticking out all over. Like Jibby's ruff.

Mom says the chicks will fledge any day now. They have their flight feathers. They have their screechy voices. They know how to flutter.

I wonder what we will name them.

YAY!

2011-07-20T08:23:00.001-07:00

YAY!!!

Mom's home!!!

Suitcase time

2011-07-08T13:47:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom is busy. I am having a hard time keeping up.

She is running upstairs and downstairs. And back up again.

She is filling a suitcase.

Zoe says that Mom is going on a trip. And the bigger the suitcase, the longer she will be gone.

Last time she filled up a suitcase, she went to a collie dog show with Aunt Judy. And she took me and Tavish!

Zoe says I will be staying home with Sailor to keep her company. Zoe knows a lot.

If that's true, I hope it's a very small suitcase.

So Far, So Good

2011-07-08T13:30:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

So far, so good, Mom says.

I am fine. Breakfast was great.

I think I'll go bark at the neighbors.

Hovering

2011-07-07T16:05:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom is hovering. She is hovering over ME. She keeps asking me if I am OK.

Yes, Mom, I am OK.

Mom said that I had a seizure. I don't remember that. I don't even know what that is.

All I know is that I got into the dog car to see JD for acupuncture. And then I was lying down drooling and looking out the door and Mom was smelling scared.

I felt a little fuzzy and my balance wasn't great. Mom took me to Dr. Karen and she had her friends stick my paw and then I went for acupuncture and Dr. Karen came and said my blood was fine.

Yes, I know it is fine. I feel fine. Stop hovering, Mom, you are disturbing my sleep.

Mom says we are in the Wait and See mode.

I'd rather we were in the Wait and Feed mode.

Sleeeeep

2011-07-04T08:08:00.001-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom says that now Zoe and I are senior dogs, we sleep more.

Zoe sleeps. She can't hear any more, so if Jib jumps over her, she won't wake up. Jib thinks this is fun.

Mom says I sleep more, too. She says I don't wake up easily, either. She says my hearing is not as good as it used to be.

But Mom says that when I sleep, I am the cutest dog in the world.

Happy Birthday, Zoe!!!

2011-07-02T15:39:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Jibby here.

Mom says Zoe is sixteen whole years old.

Zoe says she's still a puppy.

Mom says Zoe is more than three times older than Jib. That's a lot!

Mom says Zoe is four years older than Sailor. That's a lot, too.

Mom is really good at counting.

We hope Zoe has something special for dinner and we get some, too.

The Long Sit

2011-06-28T11:56:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom says I am getting reliable. I can sit. I can stay. I can do them both at the same time.

Especially when I am next to my friends.

My little friends.

My furry friends.

My friends that look like me.

Only smaller.

Much smaller.

Photo by Hal Zarem

Obedience Trial

2011-06-27T08:09:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I went to a dog show. It was to show off how obedient Mom is. She was.

Me, not so much. I tried. I tried my best.

But I wasn't perky. I wasn't bouncy.

I just didn't feel well. Not at all.

So we Not-Quited again.

But Mom says my broad jump was perfect. She was happy with my heeling and my drop on recall. I forgot all about the dumbbell, though. I couldn't remember what to do. And I didn't want to jump over the high jump either.

Mom hugged me anyway. She says there's always another dog show.

But there will never be another Jibby.

A B Day

2011-06-22T12:06:00.001-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom said the B word. Again.

This time, she said, it tolled for me.

Hmmmph.

Agility!

2011-06-18T18:01:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

I am tired. I am very tired. Mom says we had a long day.

Mom woke me up in the dark and remembered to give me breakfast. We drove a long way around curves and turns. And we ended up at an agility field!

I barked and I peed and I was measured. I am 24" tall.

Mom put me in my crate and I slept. And woke up. And slept. And woke up. And got out and trotted and pooped and peed. And got back in my crate.

And then I said Hello to Aunt Judy and Tavish. I said Hello to a tree and a wall, too. And I dozed some more.

Finally we ran. We ran and I jumped and tunneled and weaved. I weaved two times. I tunneled two times, too!

Mom was thrilled. She said I did everything she asked me to! She said I even went into the wrong end of the tunnel because I was so tuned in on what her body was telling me to do.

So we Not-Quited.

But I got steak for dinner.

Mom says we can do it again tomorrow.

I hope I can sleep in, though. I am tired.

So tired.

I, Hunter

2011-06-12T10:11:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

It ran.

I caught it.

Now what do I DO with it??

THE B WORD AGAIN, AGAIN!!!

2011-06-09T15:53:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Clean Jib.

Fluffy Jib.

Slightly damp Jib.

Bah humbug.

The B Word. Again.

2011-06-08T10:44:00.001-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom said the B word.

She looked at me. She looked at Jib.

Then she swooped up Baby Will.

I know just how he feels.

Fishing

2011-06-08T10:34:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and Katy and the two oldest girls went fishing.

They fished in the heater.

They fished out a lot of stuff.

They used a grabber thingie. They used the loud sucky machine.

Sailor got to bark at the loud sucky.

I stood back and watched. Way back.

They found pencils and pens and forks and caribiners and hair clips and puzzle pieces. Mom says they found the entire sub-Saharan continent in puzzles pieces. Katy says they have been missing for quite a while.

Mom says the littlest girl likes to throw things into bigger things. And she threw lots of stuff into the heater.

But she didn't throw in any dog cookies.

Bah. Humbug.

Wetting Cake

2011-05-31T19:18:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

The whole pack went to Chris and Andra's wetting.

All of them. All except me.

And Sailor.

And Zoe.

They went after lunch. Their lunch, not mine.

They came back after supper. Their supper. NOT MINE!

Mom fed me late. VERY late!

And she didn't even bring me back any wetting cake.

Maybe it melted.

I Am Famous. Again.

2011-05-30T20:55:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

I am famous. I am famous again.

Mom is grinning. And buying.

I am on a calendar. Again.

Mom says I am the Cover Boy.

I hope they send me hot dogs.

Oh Dear Oh Dear

2011-05-28T11:11:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom's son is getting married. He is having a wetting. I hope it doesn't take long to blow him dry.

But because he is having a wetting, cousins are here. LOTS of cousins. Most of them are kids.

LOT of kids.

They run and play. They yell and scream. They jump and swing.

I can't keep them together. I can't make them calm down.

So I stand on the bricks and wring my paws. And bark. At them. At the cousins.

Oh dear.

Fun! Games!

2011-05-28T11:09:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Family is here. Lots of family. Lots of kids! MY kids!

Mom calls them cousins. I call them fun!

They play with me. They play tug. They play Frisbee.

And they can throw the Frisbee REALLY far!

I love my cousins!

Dog School

2011-05-16T16:25:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I go to dog school. Mom learns to be obedient and I learn how to get cookies.

Last time, Mom decided my fronts were crooked.

Sailor says my front is just great.

Zoe does, too.

But for a cookie, I will do anything!

Almost.

Grammy!

2011-05-10T20:15:00.001-07:00

Sailor here.

Charlotte jumps. She jumps up. She jumps down.

And every time Mom is gone and comes back, she yells.

Charlotte yells, "GRAMMY!"

Then Charlotte runs.

Then Charlotte jumps.

Right into Grammy's arms.

And then they laugh and Mom kisses her.

This looks dangerous to me.

All except the kissing part.

Gordon Gecko revisited

2011-05-08T20:22:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I went to play at a trial. I played great in Open A. I didn't get to open anything, but Mom was very obedient and gave me cookies when we were done. Mom said the judge told her that we were perfect on the Figure Eight!

Mom says Green is Good.

And Red is the icing on the cake.

She confuzles me sometimes, but she made me a great dinner.

And Mom says that now I have one more leg.

.....?

They're ALL Here!

2011-05-06T10:31:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

And Erik.

And Ellie.

And Bat.

And Katy.

And Charlotte.

And Will.

And Mom.

And Jib.

And Zoe.

Now, how do I keep them all together???

Playtime!

2011-05-03T16:18:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I are playing my favorite game!

New Baby

2011-05-03T09:48:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

I like the baby. I really do. He smells like Family. He tastes great, too. Sometimes.

I told Jib. Jib tasted him.

Jib said he tasted OK, but his stuffed duck was more fun.

The baby didn't mind. Not one bit.

Puppy Will

2011-04-28T09:34:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom loves babies.

She loved me when I was a baby.

She loves Will who is a baby.

She loves me now.

And I am grown up.

She says she will love Will when he is grown up.

But Mom, I thought I was the baby!

Little Explorers

2011-04-28T09:31:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

Mom took me to a school. It is a school for human puppies. Puppy Charlotte and her Mom went, too.

Mom says that the older Grand Girls have sucked Charlotte into the sisterborg of tulle and poof.

I say that Charlotte loves to dress up.

So Charlotte dressed up.

Charlotte hugged Mom.

Mom kissed Charlotte.

And I kissed Mom.

Dragonflies!

2011-04-20T16:27:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

I was having a nap. It was a good nap. It was a long nap.

But dragonflies woke me up. They were very loud. They were very noisy. The roared and shouted.

Mom says they weren't dragonflies. They were Obamaflies. Up in the air. Keeping our President safe.

They were loud anyway.

And now I am awake. Wide awake.

Is it time for supper yet?

Will Work for Cheese

2011-04-17T13:39:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom took me to the park today. Aunt Judy and Tavish were there, too. Mom and Aunt Judy set up a ring. They put up jumps. They warmed us up.

It was my turn first. I heeled, but kept looking around, not at Mom. Mom didn't have cookies in her pocket.

I went around the high jump to get my dumbbell. So Mom made me right. And I was right.

I jumped over the broad jump. I dropped when Mom said, "Jibby, Come! Jibby, Drop!" Mom told me how wonderful I was.

But I didn't heel very well.

So Mom showed me CHEESE.

I was perfect.

Thanks, Mom.

Staples!

2011-04-16T18:24:00.001-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom is very sad.

She gave me a bath. That didn't make her sad.

She brushed me. That didn't make her sad.

She found mats. Mats in my ruff. That made her a little bit sad.

She says my collar rubs and makes mats. So, she cut the mats out. Out of my ruff.

And by mistake, she cut ME. On my skin.

That made her very, very sad.

She took me to Dr. Karen. Dr. Karen stapled me. She gave me two staples. She also cut my toenails. She cut, er, uh, all my toenails.

But Mom is still very, very sad. She in unhappy that she cut me.

She thinks she's a bad dog Mom. But she's still the best!

The Two Owl Rule

2011-04-12T17:14:00.001-07:00

Jib here.

I went to work today. I saw my kids! I kissed my kids. I love my kids!

Mom told them all about owls. When two owls go walking, the first one does the talking. I was one of the owls!

I was the owl letter "a." I wore a sign. Mom said the sign had the owl letter "a" on it. Mom was the owl letter "e." She wore a sign, too.

We went walking. We walked in my kids' classroom. Mom went first. I walked behind her.

Mom said I was a silent owl. That meant I couldn't bark. I couldn't whine. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even yawn. I had to be quiet. Silent.

Mom got to do the talking. That fits. She talks all the time.

She said, "Eeeeeeeee, eeeeeeeee, eeeeeeee." She sounded like a mouse, not an owl.

I had to be silent. So I was quiet.

We were two owls named "e" and "a." We went walking. Together.

I told Sailor and Zoe about it when I got home. Sailor asked if I got any cookies. Zoe asked if I hooted. She said owls hoot, they don't "eeeeeeee."

So Mom confuzled me again.

I hope she doesn't confuzle my kids. I don't know how to explain the two owls thing. Without a lot of growling and barking and yipping.

And hooting.

Smoking is Bad For All of Us

2011-04-10T18:48:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom put her dinner in the wall.

She walked away and did something with string and paper.

She forgot her supper in the wall.

We had smoke.

We had lots of smoke.

Mom ran around like Zoe.

She opened the windows.

She turned on the helicopter in the ceiling.

She turned on the stove fan.

Then the house made a loud, loud noise. It hurt my ears. It hurt Jib's ears. It didn't hurt Zoe's ears because Zoe can't hear.

Mom flapped a dish towel at the ceiling where the house was shouting. The shouting stopped.

My ears still made a sound even though the house stopped yelling.

And now my house smells like smoke.

Lots of smoke.

I Am a Gardener

2011-04-08T14:43:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom grabbed her wallet and got into the dog car. I stood in the window. I barked: "Hey, Mom, you forgot the dogs! "

Then she left in the dog car. She left the dogs. All of us. Behind!

But she came back. She brought me flowers and squash and tomatoes and impatience. She said she was going to plant them. All of them.

Zoe sniffed and sniffed and Mom shooed her away. She said that Zoe likes to dig and the only one who was going to dig today was Mom.

She lost her patience with Zoe.

Sailor kissed Mom and kissed Mom, and Mom shooed him away. She said she couldn't see where she was planting because Sailor's long nose got in the way. And her face got all wet.

She lost her patience with Sailor, too.

I knocked Mom over by mistake. Mom tried to shoo me away. I didn't shoo. And Mom didn't lose her patience with me. So, I knocked her over on purpose. I like to hear Mom laugh.

Then Mom and I planted flowers and squash and tomatoes and impatience. Mom dug and I booped her in her arm. Mom planted a flower and I booped her on the shoulder. Collie noses are good for booping.

And Mom kept keeping her patience and didn't lose it. She said she planted it. In a pot. A pot of patience. Or impatience. I can't remember which.

When she dug, I leaned against Mom and kept her from falling over again. I was a great helper and a great gardener.

I think this calls for something...yummy.

Rehash, Rehearse, Whatever

2011-04-06T16:09:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

Mom and I are (what's the word, Mom?)...oh! Yeah!

We are rehashing.

What? Oh.

We are REHURSHING. What?

Oh.

Rehearsing! (Mom helped me with the spelling.)

We are rehearsing for my kids. My kids at school.

We are going to play a lesson.

I am going to be silent. That means quiet. That means I can't talk. Or whine. Or arf. Or say "Rrrrrrrrr."

I can't do anything that has to do with sound. Or noise.

Mom is going to to the talking.

But we are both going to do the walking.

I get to wear a sign over my Kids jacket. Mom gets to wear a sign, too.

She will be the noisy owl.

I will be the silent owl.

But she says she will not hoot.

How can she be an owl if she doesn't hoot?

Mama Jay is Back

2011-04-02T15:59:00.000-07:00

Sailor here.

I lay down outside to rest my feet. The breeze was blowing. The air smelled like summer. The birds were singing.

And one bird was yelling. It was the Mama Jay that raised two babies last year. The two jays are grown up and live in my back yard. They yell at each other all the time. They scream at each other and at other jays in the neighborhood.

Mom calls them Cain and Abel.

And now the brother jays' Mama is making a new nest. She yells at the boys to keep away. She yells at me to stay away, too.

I decided to ignore Mama Jay. I decided to take a nap. I shut my ears to Mama Jay's yelling. I closed my ears to Jib's barking. I went to sleep.

And then OW!

Mama Jay woke me up. She woke me up rudely. SHE PULLED SOME HAIR OUT OF MY KILTS!! For her nest! MY hair!

Mom came outside when I yipped to see what was wrong. She saw Mama Jay fly off with a huge hank of my hair in her beak.

Mom petted me and tried not to laugh. She pointed to the Zoe fur on the lawn. She pointed to the Jib fur on the bricks. She says that this time of year, all the bird nests are made from dog hair.

I think I will finish my nap inside.

Icky head

2011-04-01T12:06:00.001-07:00

Sailor here.

Mom had a headache last night. I told her she did. I pushed her. I herded her. I tried to make her lie down. Even Jib helped me.

But Mom didn't believe me.

She said she felt fine. Just fine.

But when it was sleep time, I heard her in the night. I heard her throw up.

She tried to be quiet. As quiet as a mouse. A mouse with a headache. But I heard her. She was upstairs where I couldn't herd her.

She doesn't hork once or twice like Jib and me. She horks for a long time.

I wrung my paws. I whined. I wanted to go upstairs, but I just couldn't make my feet climb. I whined some more.

Then Jib came downstairs and told me she was better. She took medicine. And she held a cold wash cloth to her face.

He said she began to smell more like happy Mom and less like sick Mom.

I smelled her this morning and Jib was right. She smelled normal.

Well, as normal as she ever is around here.

Hi Ho, Off To Work. Again.

2011-03-29T18:29:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

I went to work today. Again. Mom took me. Again.

I had fun!

I had cookies!

I licked kids. MY kids!

My kids read to me. They read about plants and space ships and fishing. It was fun!

Mom let me do tricks. I did Shake. And Roll Over. And Leave It. And Come. It was fun!

Mom made me Sit Stay. It wasn't so much fun. Then she made me Down and Stay. It really wasn't fun.

But then she let me schmooze with My Kids and my not-my kids.

I kissed them. I licked them. I leaned on them. It was the MOST fun!

I want to go back.

Time for School!

2011-03-22T15:23:00.000-07:00

Jib here.

I went to my new job today. I went to school. Not a dog school. A people human puppy school. I wore my jacket. I wore my red leash.

I looked important!

Mom said today we would meet and greet. Because it was my first day.

I met. I gret. I kissed. I sniffed. I schmoozed.

The kids loved me! I loved them!

And I shed all over them. I shed on their pants. I shed on their rug. I shed on their big black bean bag. Mom says that's the hazard of a bath. It makes me shed. Fur. All over the place.

Mom says I get to go back next week. I can't wait!

When is next week?

Oh, Bother

2011-03-03T16:17:00.001-08:00

Jib here.

Mom is making me Stay. She is making me Stay everywhere. I have to Stay on the grass. I have to Stay on the bricks. I even have to Stay when she goes into the kitchen. The kitchen!

Today she made me Stay near the fence. I couldn't move.

She says I have to Stay Still. She says I twitch, she says I hitch.

But what really happened is that I ITCH!

Mom felt bad when she discovered my lumpy face. She said the mosquitoes are back.

They are not back. They are front. Right on my face!

Groups Again

2011-02-28T17:11:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

Mom is making Jib practice his Groups. That means he has to sit and stay wherever she tells him. That means he has to lie down and stay wherever she tells him.

Today he was sitting in the sun while Mom dug in the garden.

I tried to help Mom dig, but she told me she didn't need help.

But I smelled COOKIES in her pocket.

So I went to help Jib.

I mean, how can he be a group of only one?

And Mom has cookies.

Poor Zoe again

2011-02-20T12:54:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

Zoe had a sleep over last night. It was more of a sleep in.

Mom said it was too cold for an old lady to sleep outside when the old lady was wet.

Zoe said she wasn't wet, her skin was dry. And she was a husky. She could sleep in snow and ice.

Mom said she felt wet to her. And she was too old to sleep in snow and ice.

I sniffed outside, but didn't smell any snow or ice.

Mom made Zoe come inside. She dried her off. It took two big dog towels.

Then Zoe had to sleep in my crate. All night. I slept in my dog pillow next to her.

I thought she would howl and dig and try to get out. But she just went to sleep.

I went to sleep, too. But I thought about Zoe.

I mean, if she was too wet to sleep outside, why did she sleep inside after Mom dried her?

Rainy Day Utility

2011-02-19T14:12:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Mom and I are playing. We are playing Utility.

Mom folded up the food table. She moved the chairs. She made room!

Mom says it's about thirty feet from front door to dining room door.

I say it's just perfect.

It's perfect for Go-Out/Sit. It's perfect for Stand/Sit/Come!

I love rainy day games!

(See how small I am? I'm really big.)

New Job

2011-02-14T10:23:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

I have a new job.

It isn't Janitorial Service. Not yet, Mom said.
It isn't helping Mom when she smells a headache. I still get to do this anyway.
Mom says I am going to help kids. I will help kids read. I will be listening to them. I will be polite. I will get cookies!

Long ago, Sailor helped kids read. He got cookies, too! That's his picture with his reading buddy.

Mom said we will go together. That means Mom will drive the dog car. Not me.
That means I will have more baths than normal.
But I will get cookies! And schmooze with kids! My favorite things!
Mom says the kids may even teach me new tricks.
With cookies!!

Top Dog

2011-02-01T17:46:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

Zoe and Jib are playing Top Dog.

Zoe makes Jib lie down. Then she punches him in the neck to make him stand up. When he stands, she barks her Zoe bark at him.

Rowrr-Owwwrrr-Rah!!!

And Jib lies down.

Zoe punches him in the neck again. Jib starts to stand, and Zoe yells at him.

And so it goes.

Zoe is top dog. Mom says she keeps Jib in line that way.

I keep Jib in line, too.

After supper, I hump him. To remind him that with me, he isn't Top Dog either.

And Zoe keeps me in line by being the Fun Police. Every time I run after Jib to throw him on the ground, Zoe shoulders me away. She stops all the fun.

But we all really know who's Top Dog around here. She's the one with the cookies and opposable thumbs so she can open doors and refrigerators and put on leashes and take us for walkies.

And we love Mom the best.

Let's See

2011-02-01T15:12:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Mom gave me a new game. It is fun. I use my nose. I choose the right bone. I knock it over. I get a cookie!

Mom says it will help me with articles. She says I am dynamite on the metal ones. But I am confuzled on the leather ones.

Well, yeah, Mom. The leather ones smell more. If I pick up the wrong one, then it smells like the cheese on my tongue. So I want to choose it again. I sometimes miss the cheesy one because of the almost-cheesy one.

So my new game will help me smell New Cookies from Not New Cookies.

Sailor wants to play, too. Zoe says I don't have to let him. But I think I will...just to see...

Then I can steal his cookie.

If Mom isn't watching.

Tonight's the Night!

2011-01-31T16:42:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Tonight's the night. It's dog school night!

Chicken! Cheese! Hot dogs!

Aunt Judy!

Dumbbells and jumps and heeling!

Stays...more stays...long, long boring stays.

But cheese! Chicken!! HOT DOGS!!!

I feel like a puppy again!

Rain. Again.

2011-01-30T12:57:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

It is raining. Again.

Mom is folding socks. Again.

I am bored. Jib is bored.

When Jib used to be bored, he used to get into trouble.

Now Jib is pretending to be a grown-up. And not get in trouble.

He is pretending to sleep.

I am a grown-up. I am pretending to sleep, too.

But I won't go to sleep all the way.

In case it stops raining.

In case Mom stops folding socks.

In case we get to go for a walk.

Or have cookies.

Cheese Day

2011-01-21T12:45:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Today was Cheese Day.

Mom and Aunt Judy took me to the park. I wore my Seek jacket. I Seeked. I found the cheese!

And later after my Seek jacket was not on me, Mom played the Cheese Game.

She calls it the Article Game, but it's really the Cheese Game.

I find the dumbbell with the cheese. I lick the cheese. I lick it all gone. Really all gone. And I lick some more just in case I missed any. Then I bring the dumbbell back to Mom and she give me MORE cheese.

She says I lick and lick and lick. And lick. She says it takes forever for me to lick off all the cheese. Even though it's just a dot of cheese. Smaller than my Zuke's. Smaller than the part of my toenail Mom just Dremeled off.

Mom says I am thorough. I lick off every last molecule. Whatever that is.

Then we play again. And again.

Today, Mom changed the rules. She didn't put a dot of cheese on Find Mine every time. But I HADN'T licked off every molecule. I still found the cheesey one. I found it in the back of all those other not-cheesey ones. I Found Mine. And I got more cheese!

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Bell

2011-01-18T20:41:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

OK, I get the dumbbell game. Find the little metal dumbbell when Mom hides it. Look everywhere. Sniff everywhere. There it is! Bring it to Mom and get a cookie. I love this game.

And I get the Find Mine game when there are two dumbbells (Mom calls them articles) and one of them is Mom's and the other one doesn't smell like Mom.

But I don't get the Find It on the Floor game when Mom says there are three.

Is the game Find the One That Isn't Attached to the Floor?

Is the game Find the One That is Closest?

Is the game Find the One in the Same Place as the one I got a cookie for?

I think the game is Find the One That Isn't Stuck.

Or Find Them All.

But they won't all fit in my mouth.

I know.

I tried.

Mom says I have a big mouth.

But it isn't big enough.

No cheese!

2011-01-17T10:03:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Mom took me tracking today. She says I am having trouble on turns and made them easier for me.

So we tracked. We turned.

The seagulls flew off.

They flew off with my cheese!

MY CHEESE!

I was robbed.

Good Dog Again

2011-01-15T20:19:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

Jibby stole part of Zoe's breakfast today. He stole her dinner last night.

Bad Jibby.

Zoe ran off today and made Mom limp and bleed.

Bad Zoe.

I am the good dog.

Again.

Zoe's Gone. And Back.

2011-01-15T17:12:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Zoe dug open the fence. She pushed a board. She pulled a board. She chewed. She wiggled. She shoved. And then she escaped.

She told me not to tell.

I didn't. I didn't tell.

But Mom went to feed her and couldn't find her. Anywhere. So Mom went to find her.

Zoe said she went far away. She went through three holes in three fences and an open gate. And she didn't let the last people catch her. They saw Mom looking for her and called to Mom. They couldn't catch Zoe to read Mom's phone number on her tags. So Mom went to find her and heard the neighbors call.

Mom found her. And Mom finally caught her. After a chase. Mom dragged her back down the street to my house. Zoe was bouncing. Mom was limping and bleeding. She smelled not happy.

Zoe smelled not happy, too. She was hungry and thirsty and not happy to be caught.
But she was happy to find her supper when Mom brought her home. And put her in jail.

I wasn't happy Zoe was home.

I spent all the time it took Mom to find Zoe barking. I was barking at Zoe's veal necks and chicken thighs. They were in her dog box. They were just...out...of...reach. My reach. I dug. I barked. But I couldn't get a second supper.

Mom said she could hear me barking in frustration all the way down the street. Where she found Zoe.

Maybe Zoe will take me with her next time and I will find MY supper in jail, too. A second supper.

Just for me.

Good Dog

2011-01-13T15:33:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

I am the good dog.

Surf's Up!

2011-01-13T09:19:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

I bagged a bag.

I bagged it from the counter. In the kitchen.

The bag was full of chicken.

MY chicken. For me.

Sailor wanted to share. Share MY chicken.

So I ate it. Fast.

I ate all the chicken.

I ate all the bag.

Then I got a new bag of chicken. I gave Sailor a package of necks.

Mom found me. She found Sailor. She told us to Drop It and Leave It. Sailor Dropped It and Left It. I spun left and dodged. Mom told me again. I Dropped It and Left It. MY chicken!

But that's not all.

Mom looked for the first bag. She looked high. She looked low. Sailor said that this happened with a turkey when he was young. She didn't find the bag. Or the turkey.

So she made me drink water that turned to foam. She made me do this two times.

Then Mom put a T-shirt on my ruff to keep it not foamy. She put a towel on the floor.

Then I felt sick. I drooled. I horked. I horked again.

I horked up foam and slime and two chicken thighs. I felt so sick I didn't even feel like eating the thighs again.

Mom took off my T-shirt and we went in the car to see Dr. Dane. He listened to my heart and poked my tummy and laid me down me on a table. He took pictures. He talked to Mom.

Then Mom left. I was feeling great until Dr. Dane poked me with a bee sting.

Then I felt sick again. Really, really sick. I horked and horked. And horked again. And horked some more. All my chicken thighs!

And I got drunk. And slept. And then Mom came and took me home.

She says she hopes the plastic bag will pass. So do I.

But guess what the worst thing was? I didn't get breakfast!

Wolfling

2011-01-10T15:30:00.000-08:00

Sailor here.

We have a wolfling in our family. Mom says we will meet him when her son and his sweetheart are married in the spring.

Will he howl?

Will he nip at my ears?

Will he hang on my ruff?

Mom says his middle name is Wolfie, and all he'll do is sleep, eat, poop and maybe cry a bit.

I told her wolflings do those things.

But Mom promised he wouldn't bite or crawl on me.

Yet.

Honk!

2011-01-08T15:17:00.001-08:00

Jib here.

Honk. Honk.

Honkhonkhonkhonkhonkhonk.

Honk.

Squirrel!!!

2011-01-07T14:26:00.000-08:00

Jib here.

Mom took me tracking with Aunt Judy.

Aunt Judy said she laid a blind track. But I had my eyes open.

Wide open.

So wide open that I saw a squirrel with long feet. And really long ears.The squirrel ran away from me.

I wanted to chase it, but I had a job to do.

Mom helped remind me. She held a sock under my nose.

Oh, yeah. Seek. Find the hot dogs, find the glove.

I love the hot dogs.

I love Aunt Judy and Aunt Judy's footsteps.

I love tracking!

Boybee Bun

2011-01-03T14:15:00.001-08:00

Sailor here.

Mom's daughter's bun in the oven turned out to be a boybee.

Everyone is excited and happy and thinking Blue.

I hope he doesn't chew up the lawn chairs and table legs like Jibby puppy.

I hope he comes when he is called. Not like Jibby puppy.

I hope he doesn't hang on my ruff or boop me with his nose. Like Jibby puppy.

Mom says not to worry. She says he won't be up off the ground for a long time.

I am not convinced.