SWEATERS!!

Help everybody! I need some fashion advice. It's really cold here these days, and my fur hasn't exactly had time to grow all the way back in. Dad thinks I'm just fine out in the cold, but I was practically shivering this morning when we went on our walk. Easy for Dad to say, he had on a coat, hat and gloves. My belly, especially my scar, was turning blue. Mom thinks I need a sweater, and she really wants to buy me an R. Gile sweater. Is that some fancy designer; never heard of him.

I've been surfing the web, looking for a cool sweater to buy. Here are two suggestions; tell me which on you think would look good on my beautiful gold fur. Oh, and somebody tell me if they think I'd look good in R. Gile?

HALLOWEEN ANTICS!!

I just gotta tell everyone about my awesome Halloween night! I'm at a sleepover at Tessa's house, when I hear the doorbell ringing and ringing. Wes goes to the door; I peer around the corner, and low 'n behold I see tons of little kids everywhere. They're everywhere, I'm tellin' ya, and they've all got candy and funny costumes, and they're running around the street laughing and yelling. And, add to that, there are lots of Woobies (see older Woobie blog), in the yards all over the neighborhood. Not to mention, I'm detecting, with my keen snout/nose, a delicious aroma wafting in the air.

Now, I gotta ask ya . . . what would any red-blooded golden reliever just HAVE to do??? I may have good manners most of the time (thanks to boot camp), but this was just too big for even the best behaved dog. SOOOOO, I bolted!!! Out in the street I went!

Yep, I sliced my way through all the shrieking kids and finally tracked the source of the yummy smells. As luck would have it, the door of the smell-house opened just as I was stuffing their yard Woobie in my mouf. Again, I ask you . . . oh good grief, you know . . . I darted in their door before anyone could say BOO! It was a cool house, lots of nice people, great rooms, yummy smells. I was in heaven - a Woobie in my mouth, people petting me, potential chow . . . !

Why then, I asked, did Wes come tearing into the house, saying he's all sorry I interrupted their Halloween dinner party and took their yard scarecrow. What's a scarecrow anyway? The good smell people really liked me; I just know I coulda stayed if Wes hadn't ruined it for me. He grabbed me by my collar, dragged me outta their house, all apologetic to the people, and all mad at me. As he pulled the Woobie out of my mouf, squeezed out all the slobber, slammed it back into the ground, and took me back to Tessa, I saw that he had a tight mouth - just like mom does when I'm in trouble. Uh oh!!!

I guess it turned out alright. Wes called mom and dad and tole 'em about my misbehavior, but he was laughing pretty hard, so I thinking I'm gonna be ok. Turns out the Woobie-crow didn't die; the good-smell people invited me back to their house, and Mom and Dad found the whole story quite amusing. I'm still not so sure about Wes letting me come back to stay with Tessa. He thinks I'll be a bad influence on little Miss Perfect. What he doesn't know is . . . Tessa put me up to it!

SIX WEEKS!!

It's official; I'm six weeks from my near death experience and feelin' grand! I even got to play with my girlfriend, Ethel!! I also finally got a bath this week after waaaay too long, so my pits don't stink so much, and my people are not smelling their hands after petting me. I gotta admit, I was pretty rank. Got my claws clipped and my paws trimmed, so you'd think that I'm looking pretty good, eh? NOT!

Here's the deal. While my fur is starting to grow back where Dr. Heidi and team shaved me, and my MASSIVE chest scar is disappearing under my fur, I still look pretty weird on the sides. And . . . and . . . my old fur is falling out! Good grief, what's a dog to do. Mom says it's a result of the trauma my body endured. YA THINK????

I'm not buying that though. I happen to know that every year at this time, I "blow" my coat. That's dog lingo for losing my summer coat so I can grow my winter coat. It's just that the timing sucks this year, cuz I'm needing all the fur I can get. So in addition to having white sidewalls where I was shaved, I'm dealing with dog pattern hair loss, with big chunks of fur falling out.

That's all to say that, while I'm glad to be alive, I'm really looking forward to the day when my beautiful gold coat will be thick again, and I'll feel all handsome and manly. However, I did learn a lesson through all this: my parents love me enough to save my life (regardless of the cost), to nurse me back to health, and to love me no matter how bad I look. I guess that's just what parents do.

Thanks, Mom and Dad!

LOOKIN' GOOD!!

So, Dr. Heidi, my hot doc, gave me the once-over last week, removed my staples, and pronounced me lookin' good! (Of course, I was stylin' in my hunter green A&M t-shirt.) Not that I've ever doubted my handsome looks, but lately, my canine confidence has been slippin just a tad. Maybe when my fur grows back, I won't look so much like I was groomed by Stevie Wonder, and I'll feel all manly and cool again.

AND . . . I'll get to stop wearing those t-shirts. The worst part of the t-shirts is that when I go out to potty, sometimes Mom & Dad forget to pull it up under my pits, and I end up peeing on my shirt. Seriously, y'all, that just stinks!

But, hey, I'm ALIVE, and that doesn't stink. I'm getting to walk around the block on my leash in the morning and night. Maybe next week, I'll get to go two whole blocks - woo hoo! Barks cannot express how ready I am to roam free. . . to once again be: TAH DAH . . . FREE WILLY!!!!!!

NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

Howdy everyone! Dog, it's been a tough month! I thought I was headed to the rainbow bridge, but I'm back and feeling better. I gotta tell ya, it was pretty scary for me and for Mom & Dad. Thanks for everybody's prayers and concerns. I felt the love for sure.

I'm guessing that most of you know that I'm now one lung lobe short of a full deck, thanks to some nasty little lung blisters known as "blebs." Seems one of the little blebs decided to blow a hole, leaving me sucking wind, as it were. And you thought only whales have blow holes. Yuk, yuk!

So, now, after the pain and humiliation of having my entire belly and sides shaved, having my chest cut open and stapled back together, and having tubes stuck in me for days . . . now I have to wear Dad's old t-shirts every day. Mind you, it looks better than the scalped look I'm sporting under the shirt, but it's so . . . so . . . HUMAN. I mean, how would you like to have to wear a dog collar and leash? Uh . . . don't answer that . . . please!

But I digress! I'm feeling much better now, and Friday, I'm going to see Dr. Heidi, who's quite the hot chick by the way. I'm hoping she'll clear me to take some short walks, cuz I'm losing my mind with boredom. My brain is so numb, between the drugs and no activity, that I fear I've had a LOBEOTOMY . . . get it?? Repeat yuks!! Gad, I'm clever. So, come see me and I'll quit whining.

I was surfing the web today and found this awesome video that I do believe you'll like as much as I did. Here ya go (turn up your sound):

NEW PET!!

Yeh, yeh, I know I've been gone a long time. No excuses, just sleeping a lot during these dog days of summer. Deal with it.

Sooo, I am highly concerned these days about a sudden turn of events. It seems that just as I'm getting used to being an only pet, I think we're getting another one. Seriously, and this is not just any animal, I tell ya. It's a very large, scary-looking cat - a serious feline!

Now, I'm not a prejudiced dog; I swear! I'll sniff, play and romp with anything on two or four legs - not particular. And, ya gotta know that I wouldn't mind a bud to come live here with me. HOWEVER, this may be a serious mistake.

Mom's been talking and talking about getting this cat, and today, I almost wet my fur because she said she was going to the store to talk to some guy about really getting it. I was scared to death that she was bringing it home today. I was searching for places to hide, but how can you hide from a cat? They can go anywhere, high or low. Crud!!!

She didn't have it with her when she came back. I almost cried I was so relieved. However, she did ask me if I wanted to see it's picture. Oh sure! Let me see my executioner in full color; go ahead, make my day. Here's it's picture below: somebody help me!!!

YUP, STILL ALIVE!!

Yeh, so I'm not dead or anything. Just been busy with Drew and Saona here, and with Bradley, Wes and Suzanne dropping in and out, and with Tessa and Marley visiting. Also, I'm sleeping a lot cuz it's just stinkin' HOT!!! You try being all tail-waggin' energetic while wearing a heavy fur coat in this weather. I just wanta find the coolest floor covering in the area and flop my furry body right down for loooong naps.

Just checkin' in with everybody. Hope to blog better later. See, I told ya I wouldn't like the pressure of blogging. Everybody's all "why aren't you blogging" and "why don't you talk about such-n-such in your blog" and "what's a matter - running out of things to say"!!!! Tessa and Marley are just mad becs they want another starring role on my blog. When they start blogging themselves, I'll listen to 'em.

Just so y'all won't be totally bored and disappointed in today's blog, I'm sending you part 1 of The Legend of the Evil Woobie. This was written by another golden named Blaze, who may or may not be still with us. Tune in next time for the rest of the story.

The Legend of the Evil Woobie!

Part 1
Once upon a time, over a hundred years ago, there lived a kindly old man named Lord Tweedmouth who loved his doggies very much. For his doggies were very special. They were hunting dogs, like many others in the neighborhood, but they had been born a very unusual shade of gold. These dogs became known far and wide for their prowess at returning birds to their beloved master when he went out shooting, and they returned his love and affection manyfold, even sharing his bed (unheard of among hunting dogs at that time). This was a source of great dismay to the good Lady Tweedmouth, for she felt her social status was measured by keeping the manor house tidy. (And, if she could have admitted it, she would have said that she had always been more than a wee bit jealous of these special dogs from the outset.)

As word of these special golden retrieving dogs spread like wildfire among the gentry, good Lady Tweedmouth was astonished to find that her social standing was greatly enhanced by being associated (if only tangentially) with her husband's special hunting companions. Gradually, the Lady's heart began to soften towards the great huge drooling beasts that inhabited the house, despite the bitter complaints from the parlormaid and chambermaid about the vast quantities of golden hair they removed each day from parlor and bedchamber. In fact, as the Christmas season began to draw near, she even began to contemplate giving the dogs a special gift of their very own. Being a wise woman, she kept these thoughts to herself, as dogs were not treated then as they are today. Nonetheless, she owed the golden beasts a debt of gratitude for improving her social standing, and she spent many hours debating what gift they might most enjoy. . .

YO!! I'M BACK and I'M SORTA SAD.

Hey dogs, dudes and dudettes! Been gone for a while, chillin' over at Aunt Paula's Camp Qwazy Goldens, where I met some new butts - er - buds. Can't remember everybody's name, but, dog, do I ever remember their scents! Some of my new friends are even distantly related to me, or so they said. Seems one Stryder - my very own dad - was quite the stud . . . uh huh!!

Mom and Dad had high-tailed it to Boston to hobnob with all those Haaaavaaad types for graduation, but I had a good ole time while they were gone. It's not often that I get to hang with that many other goldens all at one time. It was so cool!

And, Aunt Paula gave me the sleekest summer fur cut. I feel pounds lighter and cooler, but I'm worried that she cut off my eyebrows. I can't jump up high enough to see in a mirror, but I'm not feelin' like my face is as expressive as it needs to be. You know I depend on my eyebrows to emote and beg. Snacks have been a little slim lately. Maybe it's the eyebrows??

Ok, so the stupid eyebrows will grow back. I know I'm obsessing, but here's what really is a big deal: Luna's not comin' to live here after all! Her mom started getting concerned about some things about Luna that might be a problem for us. Yeh, yeh, it sucks big time, cuz I'm needin' a friend pretty bad, but I guess I understand. Do you think it's cuz I have no eyebrows???? Sigh . . . I'm sorta sad.

Luna - my almost friend - I'm gonna miss you!

TESSA WESSA WOO

Drum roll please!!! Ears up!! Snouts in the air!! Let me introduce my sister . . . no wait . . . my niece . . . no wait . . . my cousin? Oh, who cares, she's my Tiny Tessa, and she's staying at my house tonight. I told you about her before, cuz I've stayed at her house, where she lets Suzanne & Wes live. They've gone to Galveston tonight, so I'm gonna take care of her.

We just went on a walk, and Tessa's legs run about a thousand tiny little steps to just one of mine. I don't know how she does it; her legs are a blur. And . . . and . . . yuk, yuk, she turns around backward, grabs the leash in her mouth, and bounces and bounces and bounces backward pulling on the leash. She looks like one of my woobies or a wind-up toy! Dad just howls laughing at her, which only seems to make her do it more - the big show off. She's breaking her rules; she's not 'pose to do that, but Dad's a big ole pushover, so he lets her do it. Sorry, Wes & Suzanne!!

Oh, just before Tessa arrived, I got to go to the dog park. Oh dog, was that so much fun!! There were a ton of dogs there, so many smells my nose got tired, mud holes, big toys to run through and walk on, water fountains just my size, and best of all . . . a big pond. Dogs were flyin' off of the banks into the water to retrieve tennis balls!!
Oh - my - gosh; I nearly passed out with excitement. I swam and I swam right over the . . . (no no that's a stupid song). I swam and retrieved and leaped and retrieved and swam and leaped and retrieved. Dog heaven I gotta tell ya.

A special shout out to my new buds, Harley, the English bulldog who swims like a large rock, and to the ever-so-weird golden retriever-spaniel mix dog who actually looked like a golden-Corgi mix. Never did get her name or number, but she looked like a midget sheep. I'm not gonna lie, some breeds just should not mix.

DOG TRANSLATOR . . . SERIOUSLY!

I KID YOU NOT! HERE IS THE LINK TO AN HONEST-TO-GOODNESS DOG TRANSLATOR, OR, SHOULD I SAY . . . THE WAY TO "SPEAK DOG."

Now, I, being of the more intellectual, educated, verbose canine variety, don't really need a translator, but clearly, some of my lesser, furred brethren do. Check it out:

http://www.petcentric.com/SpeakDog/default.aspx?DCMP=EMC-PETC-PETC-May09_2

Just remember to use simple wording. Most dogs don't speak using such complex/compound, grammatically correct sentence structure as I do.

PURPLE EPHALENT

GEEZ; everybody's got an opinion! Seems some of my boys feel that I've snubbed my purple ephalent by not mentioning him as one of my favs. Good grief, he's just a woobie! He doesn't read blogs!!

But OK, FINE! I hereby state that I love my faithful, purple ephelant . . . almost as much as I love my big, fuzzy bone . . . almost. He's very soft; he's big, and he doesn't have to go to washing machine camp as much because he's dark purple and doesn't look as dirty. So, he can get really, really ripe (hmmmm) before mom sends him away to be cleaned.

I feel bad putting his picture here because he's missing an eye (I have NO idea how that happened). However, since my boys are being so fussy about full disclosure, I posted a picture of him.

SATISFIED?

WOOBIES!!

I have a bunch of stuffed toys. In fact, I LOVE my stuffed toys!! I sleep with my big white bone - it's my fav, and I bring my toys to anyone who comes to my house, cuz I know they wanta see 'em. My toys are soft and feel good in my soft mouth (you DO know that we retrievers all have soft mouths, right?). Now . . . guess what I just learned??? All my soft toys are called:

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "WOOBIES" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Mom was talking to Debra - who helped me get born, took care of me when I was just a little squirt, and then gave me to mom and dad. So Debra kept talking to mom about "woobies." She wanted to know if I'm a wobbie-lover or a woobie-killer! DUH!! Finally, mom got her to explain that woobies are just my toys. WHO KNEW?

Well, mom went nuts, the way she does sometimes over certain words. I know, that's just weird, but then . . . well . . . she is mom. Anyway, mom thinks that "woobie" may just be the coolest word ever, and she's gone all obsessive over it. So, I decided to do a little woobie research myself, and here's what I found on "My Woobie World":

Just exactly what IS a Woobie, anyway?

woobie - (wu-bee or woo-bee); n.,

1. Beloved object, often carried around in the mouth for extended periods of time;

2. Foul-smelling object often saturated to twice its normal weight with pet saliva;

3. Pagan object of worship, often embraced by canines of the Golden Retriever breed;

4. Constant companion, sometimes revered and sometimes abused;

5. All-purpose mouth-ornament, may function as pacifier one moment, and dental floss the next.

Many of my favorite things can qualify as woobies - stuffed animals, tennis balls, or even dad's old socks. So you see, even if you're not lucky enough to be a Golden Retriever, you can still be a Woobie-Lover.

In my next post, I'll tell you all about "The Legend of the Evil Woobie"

Stay tuned!

ABBEY, ANOTHER NEW FRIEND!

Hey everybody, pretty soon I'm gonna have to join Snoutbook, cuz I'm getting so many new friends! Check out the picture above to meet Abbey, my next door neighbor. Abbey's an old gal (10 years old), but she's pretty darn spunky. She came over for a weekend sleepover, and boy did we have fun. We wrassled (Texan talk) and played and walked and snoozed.

She has grey eyebrows which look kinda funny on her brown face, especially when she gives her best beggar look. She pretty well suckered mom and dad when she arched those greybrows, tilted her head and put her paw up on their legs. She must've practiced that look for a long time. She tried to teach it to me, but it looked pretty gay when I did it. Plus, I don't have greybrows . . . yet!

Abbey also snores . . . really loud, which is not too attractive, I gotta tell you. Sooo, I just slept in Dad's closet while she was here.

Oh, and Abbey loves to retrieve tennis balls. Kinda made me miss my Anna, who was the tennis ball retrieving queen. Sigh!

Abbey's back home now - just across the fence, but I can't see her or hear her. I wish I could, cuz I think we could be good pals. Maybe she'll come back to visit soon.

GREAT DOG TRICKS!!

Check this out:

WATER WATER EVERYWHERE!!

NOT A GOOD DAY!
Not a good day at all, I tell ya!

My house almost got flooded last night and early this morning. I was snoozing in my 4th nighttime location, when out on the patio there arose such a clatter, Dad & Mom arose from their bed to see what was the matter. Away to the windows they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up . . . ! Well, they didn't really throw up but they almost did because the patio drain was backing up with water at the speed of . . . well . . . a flood, coming right toward all our patio doors. They made a lot of noise scrambling out onto the patio with towels, brooms, and buckets.

Since I don't have web feet, I figured they needed me to stay inside and protect the house from all the lightening and thunder. Dad's closet especially looked in danger, so I hunkered down in there to make sure his stuff was alright. I bet that Bobama the Portuguese water dog could have helped, but Wilson the closet dog was busy protecting the back corner of Dad's closet.

So, here's the bad news: water kinda-sorta got into our house, at least the water we can see. We hope not too much though. Who knows what water is lurking in unseen places though. I'm trying to sniff it out, but finding invisible water isn't really my tracking strength. Mom & Dad have been nagging the drainage people to get out here and dig a trench or something, cuz it's gonna rain AGAIN today. Mom's got a tight mouth and Dad's sighing a lot. Aw man, I do NOT wanta go through that again. And . . . and . . . no walks today I guess. That's just great!

Here's the really bad news: Luna isn't coming! Yep, you read me right; she's not coming. Too dangerous for Debra to bring her all the way from Austin in this flood; too much mess and goings on here for Luna to visit, yada, yada, yada. I'll just bet that Luna would love to go out with me and roll in our flooded, muddy back yard. What's the problem? She'd LOVE it!!!

Well, just poop! I know I'm not 'pose to say "poop," but that's just how I feel. Not to mention I had to take one this morning with water up to my ankles. So poopdy poody poop! There!

SICK MOM

Help everybody. My mom's sick, and I heard her tellin' Dad that she probably has the SWINE FLU!! Then they both laughed and laughed.

Personally, I don't think it's very funny, 'cuz she really has been sick with a sore throat, fever, and a snotty nose . . . uh . . . I mean congestion. I googled those symptoms on WebVet, and they called it "swine flu." I even felt her nose while she was napping, and it was warm and dry instead of cold and wet. Man, I'm worried!

Seriously, somebody help, 'cuz I don't want mom to look like a pig. Geez; how embarrassing for me when Luna comes on Tuesday. She'll think she's moving into a sty, and then she'll leave.

Somebody help!!

DRUM ROLLS PLEASE!!

OK EVERYBODY, I'M PRETTY PUMPED!!

First of all, Saona finished the Boston marathon and lived to tell about it. I'm pretty proud of her. I wonder if they have any dog marathons? Hmmm! Anyway, let's have a drum roll for Saona!!!

Also, I'm panting pretty hard because, next week, Marley is coming for a play day on Monday, and . . . another drum roll please . . . LUNA is coming on Tuesday!!!! Yep, you got it right, I'm gonna have a new buddy for a while (and maybe forever???). Here's a picture of Ms. Luna. She's pretty hot!! Uh, sorry, Mom says I not 'pose to call my future "sis" HOT. Well, SHE IS (see her picture below)! I just hope she's fun and frolicky and nice and doesn't take all my toys like my friend Tanner did.


So, Luna, I'm looking forward to meeting you. I'll be the big, strong, buff, handsome golden dog panting at the door of our house when you come. I'll have all my toys licked clean and ready to share. I hope you like me and like it here.

HAVING A SLEEPOVER!!

Hey everybody! I'm at a sleepover at Tessa's house. I'm really glad I was here this weekend, because we had some very baaaad weather, and Tessa needed me to protect her. I know she felt better knowing that her big bro was looking out for her. She's kinda little and needs a brave golden retriever to take care of her. I don't have a picture of her to show you, because I had to bring over my laptop with me, and I have her pictures only on my desktop. When I get back home, I'll post her picture.

Oh, I'm staying with Tessa, Wes & Suzanne because my parents are in Boston cheering on Saona as she runs the Boston marathon. How cool is that!! Everybody say a prayer for Sa tomorrow (Monday), that she runs great.

Mom and Dad are coming home after she runs, and I'll go back home to my lonely, only-dog status. SIGH!!! I MIGHT -just might- have a new friend come live with me, though. Everybody say AMEN!!!

More later on Sa's run and my new buddy!!!

Lots of dog kisses,
Wilson, the very brave weather dog

DOGS CAN SHARE GOOD NEWS! YES WE CAN!!

I had a great Easter Sunday, except for all the baaad weather, which made me very anxious. So, I went into Dad's closet to protect his clothes. They're all fine now; don't worry. My family was almost all here (where were you Drew and Sa); the scary weather finally went away, and life was good. I love my people! I love the sun!

While he was here, Bradley showed me an article written in the Onion about dogs not being able to talk and how we should stop making them seem like people. Of course, it was written by Gerald the golden retriever, so DUH!!! Here's the link if you even care: http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/stop_anthropomorphizing_me

Wanta know what I think about that stupid article??? Any dog who can say - or even knows - the word "anthropomorphizing" is waaay smarter than most humans. So THERE!

But, I digress. I may be a dog, but when I watched over mom's shoulder as she watched this video, I just knew that I HAD to share it. So, whether you believe that I can talk or write or blog . . . well that's limited only by your imagination. But, I do know that the God who created ME wants YOU to see this:


Cardboard Stories from The Austin Stone on Vimeo.

HA! HA! CATS ARE SO STUPID!!

HUSKIES or TARHEELS? Are you kidding me?

OK let me get this straight. "Something called a "Tarheel" actually outlasted the mighty, strong, aggressive canines, known as HUSKIES??

Give me a break. What the heck is a Tarheel? It's not even a thing or an animal or a person. PULEEEEEEZ!

Fine, fine! It is what it is, and I lost the basketball bracket to a stupid FOOT - a dirty one at that. So, here are my family's bracket rankings:

Mom

ME

Suzanne & Wes

Bradley

Dad

Drew

Sa

HOWEVER, if we give extra points for picking the stupid UNC feet, that order might change.

Write me and tell me if you think picking the winner deserved more points.

Playtime With Marley

MY NEW FRIEND MARLEY!!

HOT DOG!! I've got a new friend, and his name is Marley. He's a long-hair Dachshund; pretty cool lookin' lil guy. Marley belongs to Logan and Kara Lee, and while they're out of town, I'm taking care of him. We're having a sleep over.

Since he's just a year old, he needs a wise old dog to protect him, guide him and show him the ways of the big dog world. He really looks UP to me (chuckle), but we can still romp and play. He's fun, even though his legs are sorta stumpy. But man, can he run; he's like a rocket with those itty bitty legs just flying. And . . . get this . . . he runs right under me. He really is a HOT DOG!

GOOD GRIEF!!

This is ridiculous!! I ask you, how would you feel if you had to wear this in public? I was out in the side yard, doing my "business" the other day, when a hot, young Bischon walked by. There I was, with my leg up and this stupid CONE on my head. Not too manly, I tell ya!

If you love me, call Mom & Dad and tell them to get this thing off me!! PULEEZE!!

I NEED A FRIEND!! HELP!

Yesterday, mom & dad told me that I might have a new little buddy! "WHAT, I howled??? Is mom pregnant? Good grief; I hope not. I mean she's no spring chicken; I thought she was already spayed."

"No, silly dog," they explained, they said that maybe I could have a little canine friend, but it needs to be a smaller dog than I am. Dad didn't look too happy about that development. He told me privately that he wanted another golden but is gonna let mom pick a smaller dog if she just HAS to.

Problem is, they don't know what kind to get; so, they - and I - need your advice. Chances are they'll change their minds again, since it's already happened two or three times, and they're really confused. Mom's driving me crazy with all her "research," so PLEASE help us!

Should I get:

Cavalier King Charles spaniel - on the bottom????

or

Dachshund - on the top?????

Oh, and by the way, I'm really glad I'm maybe gonna have a dog friend. I'm pretty lonesome. Plus, mom really doesn't want to have another baby. She says she'll leave that up to Suzanne and Saona. (Oops, I don't think I was posed to tell that! SSHhhhhh!)

DOG LEADS BRACKET RACE!!!

My family is very competitive, so they had us all complete those silly brackets for the basketball tournament. I'm chuckling to myself, because what they didn't know is that when they're gone from the house, I watch a ton of hoops.

Hey, laugh freely, because, as of now, I AM THE BIG DOG in this competition! I am in the LEAD . . . BOOYAH!!!

WHO LET THE DOGS OUT - UH-UH-UH-UH-UH!

HOOP YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY!!

WILLY

HULLO! IT'S ME, WILSON!

So Much for Anonymity!

I gotta fess up here. I wanted to slip in under the radar, as it were, on this blog thing, till I got the hang of it. I mean, I wasn't exactly born to blog; . . . to protect and defend . . . to love and play yes, but to blog . . . I think not.

But NO, this silly blogspot thing is determined to out me. So, here I am, out in cyberspace, all 75 lbs. of golden love. Now, when I lie down for my early morning, late morning, early afternoon, afternoon, late afternoon, and early evening naps, I feel guilty. I should be blogging. When I'm outside chewing on my yummy bone, I feel guilty; I should go blog. When I'm taking my walks with my person, I'm trying to come up with blog topics. Squirrels . . . nope! Dirt . . . nope! Poop . . . definitely nope!

OK, so back at you later; gotta go nap.

DOG BLOGGING BEGINS

Seriously, this is awesome! A dog blog! BUT, and it's a big BUTT (oops), shouldn't we call it "dlogging"? I'm just saying . . .?
Gotta go; time for chow. I hear the delightful sound of kibble being poured into my always shiney stainless steel bowl. Hey . . . if you only ate twice a day, you'd be excited too!!!
More later.