Jib here.
Zoe digs. She digs holes. She digs holes in lawns.
She digs holes in MY lawn.
When she digs holes in my lawn, Mom puts her in jail.
Mom says we have a new sink hole in my lawn.
I hope we are safe.
I hope the house doesn't fall into it.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Note From Mom
Sailor, Jib and Zoe here.
Mom left us a note.
She read it to us. This is what it said:
"Dogs: while three of you were sleeping this morning, I was on the elliptical. While two of you were sleeping, I was running agility with the third. I just took all three of you for a LONG walk. I know supper is late. I need to put my feet up for a few minutes.
"There will be no ringing for the butler. There will be no yelling, yipping, or rowrr-rowrr-ing. There will be no booping me with noses, long or short, especially short. And no roughhousing around the coffee table, either.
"Please. A little courtesy is in order."
Hmmmph.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Sunny, not funny. Or fun.
Sailor here.
Mom looked outside and said, "Oboy! Sun!"
Was it a good day for a walk?
Was it a good day for a romp in the park?
Was it a good day for heeling and cookies?
Was it a good day for a romp in the park?
Was it a good day for heeling and cookies?
NO!
It was a good day for a bath.
Bah humbug.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Mary Crispyness
Sailor here.Mom told me the story of Crispyness. She told Zoe and Jib, too. It is a story about a puppy and his hot dogs, bubble gum, and cookies.
Long ago in another part of the world, a puppy was born. He was a special puppy. He was born in a barn and his eyes were open as soon as he was dry. He saw lambs and sheep and dogs and angels and a donkey. The puppy was wrapped in a puppy quilt to keep him warm. He went to sleep in the donkey's food bin and the donkey didn't mind. Not one bit.
When the puppy was born, the sky had holes in it. A big star shone through the holes. It was brighter than all the other stars. It was like Mom's big flashlight, only higher. Much higher. The star led the Three Amigos to the barn. They smoked Camels and were Kings. They were also wise, but Mom says smoking is really bad for you, so maybe they were just Kings. They brought presents to the puppy. They brought Solid Gold crispy cookies, frankfurters and dried bubble gum.
The puppy's Mom was named Mary. She loved her puppy very much. His Dad was old and named Joseph, and he loved the puppy, too. The angels sang to the puppy and a little boy played his drum for him and when he stopped drumming, all was peaceful in the barn. The sheep and lambs and dogs and angels and the donkey were all best friends on that night.
This is why we say "Mary Crispyness." Because of the puppy's Mom. And the cookies.
And this is why my Mom gives me toys and treats and extra lovings.
Because the puppy was so special.
He made me special, too.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Bah. Humbug.
Zoe here.
Mom took me to the DogWash.
Mom washed me. She blew my coat dry.
She says she spent the afternoon in a miasma of dog hair. She really talks like that.
I am fluffy. I am clean.
So why am I still in jail?
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Rain Rain Go Away Again
Zoe here.I am sulking.
Mom brought me inside.
She says I can't sleep in the rain today.
She says I need to dry off.
She says I will meet someone called Mildred if I stay wet.
Or something.
So I am sulking.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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