Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Favorite things...
We all know what Julie Andrews' favorite things are. But when I think about my favorite things, only a few things come to mind...
A door to let me outside so I can go potty.
A fire to keep me warm and toasty on chilly nights.
Something soft to snuggle with.
Toys to play with.
Things to shred. Cardboard boxes are preferred.
Swimming in the lake (and biting the water).
Meeting new friends.
Exploring!
Taking a little food off the top.
But my very super most favorite place to be in the whole wide world is with my mom and dad.
A door to let me outside so I can go potty.
A fire to keep me warm and toasty on chilly nights.
Something soft to snuggle with.
Toys to play with.
Things to shred. Cardboard boxes are preferred.
Swimming in the lake (and biting the water).
Meeting new friends.
Exploring!
Taking a little food off the top.
But my very super most favorite place to be in the whole wide world is with my mom and dad.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas to me!
I love tearing apart cardboard boxes. When mom comes home from food shopping with a pizza, she always takes it out of the box (so it fits better in the freezer) and I get to tear it up in little pieces!
So when dad didn't take the empty ginger ale box out to the garage, what did he think I'd do? Just walk past the box? Well, that's exactly what I did, about five times. Just walk past it, see if someone was tricking me. Slightly bump it with my nose...and then, when mom was out of view, I grabbed it!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
This is my favorite shot, I was so excited, I bounced right on top of the box- thankfully mom is a great photographer and caught my ear flapping on my descent!
And then it was all torn up. No more play time.
Will you play with me, mom? Please? Just try and say no to this face...
So when dad didn't take the empty ginger ale box out to the garage, what did he think I'd do? Just walk past the box? Well, that's exactly what I did, about five times. Just walk past it, see if someone was tricking me. Slightly bump it with my nose...and then, when mom was out of view, I grabbed it!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
This is my favorite shot, I was so excited, I bounced right on top of the box- thankfully mom is a great photographer and caught my ear flapping on my descent!
And then it was all torn up. No more play time.
Will you play with me, mom? Please? Just try and say no to this face...
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Crop circles
You know in the Sound of Music they talk about (or rather, sing about) their favorite things to keep them from getting scared by that horrible rain storm? Well, here's one of my favorite things about winter. Making crop circles in my backyard.
Mom says I look like a Sugar Plum Fairy out there because I'm so graceful. But here's my logic when it comes to my crop circles. I make one, maybe two laps in the yard, create a path, and then stick to that path all winter long. No really, once I make a path, I don't venture from it (unless of course I have to chase away an evil squirrel with their fuzzy tails...they don't understand boundaries.)
Mom says I look like a Sugar Plum Fairy out there because I'm so graceful. But here's my logic when it comes to my crop circles. I make one, maybe two laps in the yard, create a path, and then stick to that path all winter long. No really, once I make a path, I don't venture from it (unless of course I have to chase away an evil squirrel with their fuzzy tails...they don't understand boundaries.)
Monday, December 13, 2010
Over protective
I have toys all over the house. Mom tries to minimize the toy "clutter" by keeping a basket at the top of the stairs. 
But it seems the toy I want to play with is always on the very bottom...
(Apparently, its frowned upon in this establishment to express yourself with toys on the stairs, ropes in the bed and bones on the couch.) I'm an artist. Its who I am, its what I do.
So it should come as no surprise that I have multiple toys outside as well that I protect from the evil squirrels and their fuzzy tails. Many of my toys I've pulled closer to the house because of the inclement weather (that's a new word I picked up while watching the news with mom this morning!)
Mom was making me a path this morning (like she did last week when we had more "inclement" weather-ha!) and as I was chasing after the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle, I realized something. One of my balls (a tennis ball- dirty mind!) was missing.
As mom pushed the snow, I was on a mission to find my ball. I started with the most obvious assailant, the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle. I started my questioning with a few bites on the side of the plastic. But it didn't give up the ball. So I took a more drastic approach, I stood in front of the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle. I stood my ground. Waiting for it to crack, but nothing.
The questioning intensified when I stuck my head into the pile of snow that was at the bottom of the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle. Mom didn't understand this was a technique I used before. "JACK! What are you doing?!" Of course I hardly heard her because my ears were frozen from all the snow. And, as I pulled my head out of the pile of snow, I was deflated. No ball.
So I decided to mimic the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle and push through the snow with my face! Mom stopped and looked at me. All of a sudden she finally figured out what I was doing. "Are you looking for your ball, buddy?" DUUUUUUUH!
And with her help, we found my ball! It was a little frozen, and I'm glad my tongue didn't get stuck to it. Mom started laughing and looking around like, "did anyone see what my super smart dog just did to find his ball?" and, as luck would have it, dad did!
I might be considered "over protective" of my toys...but hey, they are mine. I love them. And I take care of them.
But it seems the toy I want to play with is always on the very bottom...
(Apparently, its frowned upon in this establishment to express yourself with toys on the stairs, ropes in the bed and bones on the couch.) I'm an artist. Its who I am, its what I do.
So it should come as no surprise that I have multiple toys outside as well that I protect from the evil squirrels and their fuzzy tails. Many of my toys I've pulled closer to the house because of the inclement weather (that's a new word I picked up while watching the news with mom this morning!)
Mom was making me a path this morning (like she did last week when we had more "inclement" weather-ha!) and as I was chasing after the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle, I realized something. One of my balls (a tennis ball- dirty mind!) was missing.
As mom pushed the snow, I was on a mission to find my ball. I started with the most obvious assailant, the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle. I started my questioning with a few bites on the side of the plastic. But it didn't give up the ball. So I took a more drastic approach, I stood in front of the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle. I stood my ground. Waiting for it to crack, but nothing.
The questioning intensified when I stuck my head into the pile of snow that was at the bottom of the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle. Mom didn't understand this was a technique I used before. "JACK! What are you doing?!" Of course I hardly heard her because my ears were frozen from all the snow. And, as I pulled my head out of the pile of snow, I was deflated. No ball.
So I decided to mimic the steal-bladed-plastic-snow-pusher-with-the-long-handle and push through the snow with my face! Mom stopped and looked at me. All of a sudden she finally figured out what I was doing. "Are you looking for your ball, buddy?" DUUUUUUUH!
And with her help, we found my ball! It was a little frozen, and I'm glad my tongue didn't get stuck to it. Mom started laughing and looking around like, "did anyone see what my super smart dog just did to find his ball?" and, as luck would have it, dad did!
I might be considered "over protective" of my toys...but hey, they are mine. I love them. And I take care of them.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Shatter proof
I've got a wiggle-butt. When I see someone, my whole back end shakes with excitement. So it should come to no surprise that sometimes I wiggle backwards causing an ornament (or two) to fall off the tree.
Because of this, mom only hangs shatter proof ornaments on the bottom half of the Christmas tree. Not because I want to run into the tree, but because my back-end gets so excited. So you see, its really not my fault.
Forgive me?
Because of this, mom only hangs shatter proof ornaments on the bottom half of the Christmas tree. Not because I want to run into the tree, but because my back-end gets so excited. So you see, its really not my fault.
Forgive me?
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