Showing posts with label watch dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watch dog. Show all posts

Thursday, June 12, 2014

where has the time gone?

I couldn't believe it this morning when mommy gave D and I our flea treatments: a whole 'nother month is gone! We've all been pretty busy around here lately - mommy with her new job, daddy with work travel and D and me basking in all the glory of nature that springtime brings forward.  

D, in her usual post-f.treatment cape, hiding in the yard

The days have been super hot, even though it's not quite summer yet, so we don't get to go out much during the day.  Instead, mommy's taken to sitting outside in the early evenings before our walks and once she's done with work.  This way she gets to relax and 'unplug' from work and her computer, sipping a cool drink while  D and I have outdoor time!  We love this time and there's been plenty of it recently, enough to need a brand new 'outside' water dish and bed.  



Mommy's also taken to feeding the birds around here, which she thinks is great - shrieking loudly every time she sees a bird at the feeder - but which Dorothy and me hate!  We've told the birds time and time that they aren't welcome in our yard, so whenever we go out there, we have to do a full perimeter sweep now and if we detect the slightest hint or wiff of bird, we make like the wolf from that nursery rhyme... trying to huff and puff the feeder down.  We wish mommy would stop feeding those dumb birds because honestly, it makes us look silly and powerless.  Our authority in the yard is being completely disregarded. 

We've also been to several parks and new places lately.  Here are some snaps from Emma Long Park (May 31):











and a nearby town called Wimberley that mom and dad are kind of obsessed with at the moment and visit as often as they can:


 




  as you can see, D and me don't mind!

Tomorrow there'll be a post about our visit to Bull Creek trail - there were too many photos to include here... you'll see why! 

Saturday, April 12, 2014

k is for Kong


A kong is a toy that every dog should have.  Me and Dorothy love our kongs and since Dorothy isn't a crated-when-the-parents-go-out dog anymore, mommy likes giving them to us stuffed with treats when ever she goes anywhere.  What kind of dog wouldn't enjoy that?

Kongs come in lots of different shapes but we have the bone shaped ones made for small dogs.  Mommy says kongs are better than bones when we're unsupervised because she says a shard could break off a bone, gets caught in a throat and ... well you know!  But she doesn't have to worry about anything with a kong full of treats.  She knows we'll be safe and busy for hours! 

Although I thoroughly enjoy my kong and the variety of different treats that mommy pack inside it; I want to say... just for the record, that I used to do ok without any such diversions before Dorothy came along.  Mommy and daddy both know, in full confidence, that they can leave me any time and I'll do well on my own without needing anything to keep me busy.  I've never once chewed anything, broken anything, dropped anything or even misplaced anything I wasn't supposed to.  Nor have I ever had a bladder malfunction.  Mommy puts a puppy-pad down for me and I was trained long ago to just go on that if I needed to.  I also want it known that when mommy gives me my kong, she always tells me that it's my extra-special treat for keeping an eye on Dorothy while they're out.  Hmpf, Dorothy!  Who's sure to rip up a coaster or a shoe without it her kong! 

Friday, March 7, 2014

the case of the Valentine's balloons


The balloons daddy gave mom on Valentine's Day lasted ages!  For over two weeks they tormented me and I'm sure they would have done so for longer, if wasn't for them dropping down to a level where I could easily reach them.  Then what happened was, well... 

















In my defense, they frightened me half to death when daddy first brought them inside - flapping and flailing all around, happy and cocky as anything.  Even when all of us were peacefully seated on the couch after our nightly dinners, the balloons would sway in the back of the room, taunting me.  That's why as soon as they came down to my level, I had to show them who was boss!  I was good about it for almost two weeks after all.