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.