Christmas!

And look, here I am with antlers. Dad better give me a treat when this is all over. 

This is almost worse than the apron incident.

Look! Look, Otto!

More flashylight thingies.

Walk! Walk!

Here is specklepup, on walk with me

About-FACE!

Lasers at 100% - all sniffers are GO

Nearly home now!

Happy Thanksgiving!

In teh car on way to gramma's house.

For food!  Food for me??!?

Why we stop here?  This not gramma's.

Where daddy go?

Here I am at the door, ready to eat turkey.

  Now come on!

Come on!  Stop that camera stuff!

All teh turkey gonna be gone!

Okay, maybe I see what dey doin' here.

My cousins Dixie an' Bubbah.

Cousin Willow.  She started it!

Mid South [German] Shepherd Rescue

Pepper rescued me a little more than five years ago.  Go see her.

Thank you, Pepper!

Lapdog

An why dosen't anybody pick ME up?  

Those Are My EARS - A Story in Pictures

Here I am having a bite

What is this, a petting zoo? Watch your fingers, dad!

I see I will ahve to bark some sense into dad.

Princessbutt better watch her fingseerses.

Tey are NOT handgrips.

You see? I will bite you!

Ouchie Ow ow!

Tonight I was runnin' to the door and I coud not stop and I hitted my head!@ On the Door! And now there's a hole and my head hurtseses.

And! everybody yelled.

No blood though. Lady said, 'he's not bleeding!'

So that's good, right?

I Got Friends!

Gracie is choking me!

Happy

I liek Halloweens and candies. I liek littlekids too, but they are scared of me.

Halloween is my birthday! I did not know it until Lady told me. Then she put a paper hat on my head with an elastic that snapped me and I did not liek that and everybody sang a loud song. I did not liek that either.

Then Lady gave me a cupcake with fire on it and people laughed and flashylighted me then I got to eat the cake that smelled like burning wax because of fire.

I do not liek a fire. It stinks.

I do not liek a birthday. I hope I don't get another one soon.

Lady says I am 'six.' I hope I can eat that.

Looking Stupid Again

Specklepup, breakin' bad


Happy Fall, Ya'll!

Rock Star!

Guess what I did today!

Just a quick note:

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:

(1) They live here. You don't. (2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture. (3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. (4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they (1) eat less, (2) don't ask for money all the time, (3) are easier to train, (4) normally come when called, (5) never ask to drive the car, (6) don't hang out with drug-using people; (7) don't smoke or drink, (8) don't want to wear your clothes, (9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, (10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and (11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

A few days ago

I awoke to find speckled pup in her crate, blackdog looking chagrined, and several empty food cans chewed up. Getting stuff out of the trash is nothing new for blackdog, it's one of the reasons I try to wash off all food-type stuff I put in there. I can't figure out how he chewed these cans up, extracted any remaining food particles, and DIDN'T cut up his mouth???

PARTY AT THE OTT-MAN'S!

Lady and the Joe went out of town tonight and I invited all the neighborhood dogs over to lay around on the furniture and chew up papers and leave lots of weird pulpy stuff all over the place

Lady still does not know we drinked all her beers.

Pizza! Food for Me??!?

Littlekids are stinky like food. Littlekids always are eating something or there's crumbs all over their shirts. Or maybe they sat in something.

THAT'S why me and speckledpup follow 'em around, but there's a lot of littlekids who think I will bite them, but I will not. Dad told lady tonight that I bit him, but I do not remember that AND I DON'T THINK IEVER DID DO IT, and even if I did I would lie like a rug.

Now comes tricker-treat time, and everybody will have candies. I like candies.

But! I was sad about the kids who think I will bite them, and they scream if they're scared of me. Well, just that little one, the one they call "princessgracie." She sure is LOUDANDSHRILL liek a dog whistle.

I hate those. Make my ears hurt.

I forgot why I was going to blog tonigt. I think there's some pizza in the garbage int he kitchen, so I will go now.

L.A. Ain't Ready for the Ott-Man

COMING SOON TO A STORE NEAR YOU!

Foodbowl Guard Musings

That speckledpup! She plays mean tricks on me. She takes my treats and I have to guard my food bowl when she's around.

Lady laughs at me and calls me "a new bus" when I do this, but I have to keep lookinglookinglooking in case speckledpup gets my food. I don't know what is 'a new bus.'

ed.: It's 'Anubis', jackalboy.

In the back yard where we run and run speckledpup likes to run and then hide under stuff too small for me to get her, and if I can't stop I hit my head. I hit my head a lot.

My head hurts.

Dad gave me a treatbone but I ate it real fast in case speckledpup tried to eat my treatbone.

Ouchy

One must always be careful when chasing speckled pup. Blackdog's leg hurtses.

Uh Oh

Today the speckled pup found something under the futon and she chewed it up and then her mouth started burning and she wanted water and I showed her how to drink out of the toilet water bowl by bumping it open with my head but then it slammed down again like it always does and my tooths started hurting and pup said she'd just wait until Lady got home 'cause Lady would know something was wrong.

Lady always knows.

Lady came in the front door and knew SOMETHING WAS UP by the way all the mail was chewed up and in tiny pieces all over the house and because we were running to the back door and maybe we looked funny or something and she kept saying alright you two I know you have been UPTOSOMETHING.

That must be what happens when speckledpup chews up stuff she knows she can't chew, because LADY says BADBADBAD.

Because Lady said, "I know you two have been UP TO SOMETHING" and "WHATSAMATTER WITH THE PUPPY??@?"

Then Lady mady speckledpup drink milk and water. When she came toward me I runned away.