I thought this summer would be different than all my previous summers.
I thought this summer I wouldn't be itchy.
I thought this summer I would finally escape the pain of seasonal allergies.
I was wrong.
I escaped June, July and part of August. Which, based on my past history, is really good! But now, the end of August, something has sprung up causing me to itch. And scratch. And drag myself across the floor like a soldier in combat training....
Ohhhhh seasonal allergies, why oh why can't I escape you??
Maybe we should move to Alaska? Hmmmm
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Schoep- man's best friend
I just read this article about an older pup named Schoep who has really bad joints, and his owner takes him to the lake to float...
Its a pretty inspiring story with some great photos- check it out!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Shhh, don't whine
A funny thing happened a few months ago, mommy's belly got a lot smaller and our house got a lot louder. Not like, the house starting making noise, like this one little thing* started making a lot of noise. A lot. (*Thing will be referred to as Mr.Pricklepants...otherwise known as our son!)
See, mom had our baby back in December (which is why its been so long since I've posted anything on here...apparently I can't do it by myself, hu. Go figure, right?) And while somethings remained the same, others have changed, quite a bit actually. I'm starting to understand why we watched Lady and the Tramp everyday in November...seems mom was trying to prep me. Again I say, hu.
Its not that I don't like Mr.Pricklepants, in fact, we get along swimmingly. He cries, I whine. We speak the same language. Although, there have been some game changers which I'd like to complain about.
Specifically, when did it become ok to throw up in the house? Everyone runs to help Mr.Pricklepants, but I puke? "OUTSIDE!". Pretty sure we shouldn't change the rules on that one guys. Just sayin.
Also, he farts and everyone gets all googly eyed- "oooh, that was a big one!". I fart, "Ohhhh, that's groooooooooss!" If the rules are the rules, why do we bend them for this little prickly person? Again, just sayin.
But I will say, I've gotten used to the crying. Thankfully he doesn't do it that often...and it seems, based on my powers of observation, mommy doesn't like it when he cries and I whine on top of his noise. Daddy says mommy is "over worked" and a little "on edge" so it would be best to "shhh, don't whine"
See, mom had our baby back in December (which is why its been so long since I've posted anything on here...apparently I can't do it by myself, hu. Go figure, right?) And while somethings remained the same, others have changed, quite a bit actually. I'm starting to understand why we watched Lady and the Tramp everyday in November...seems mom was trying to prep me. Again I say, hu.
Its not that I don't like Mr.Pricklepants, in fact, we get along swimmingly. He cries, I whine. We speak the same language. Although, there have been some game changers which I'd like to complain about.
Specifically, when did it become ok to throw up in the house? Everyone runs to help Mr.Pricklepants, but I puke? "OUTSIDE!". Pretty sure we shouldn't change the rules on that one guys. Just sayin.
Also, he farts and everyone gets all googly eyed- "oooh, that was a big one!". I fart, "Ohhhh, that's groooooooooss!" If the rules are the rules, why do we bend them for this little prickly person? Again, just sayin.
But I will say, I've gotten used to the crying. Thankfully he doesn't do it that often...and it seems, based on my powers of observation, mommy doesn't like it when he cries and I whine on top of his noise. Daddy says mommy is "over worked" and a little "on edge" so it would be best to "shhh, don't whine"
Monday, November 21, 2011
Happy birthday to me!
Six years ago today, dad surprised mom with me! Here's a little photo rundown of how I became the glue that bound these two crazy kids together and of the last six years as a family!!
Now, my official birthday is actually September 21, 2005. That's when I was born to my biological mother...but mom, dad and I don't celebrate that day. We celebrate the day I was born into my real family- this one; which just happens to be today, November 21.
See, back in 2005, mom and dad were almost married. Yes, for four months I was the child of a broken home. I lived with mom, went to work with mom, spent all my time with mom- but got to visit dad at night for family bonding.
I got to go to work with mom everyday- its a lot of work being a puggle puppy!:
She'd take me on long walks in the snow to potty train me:
And, of course, nap time:
Well, by the time we'd go visit dad at his house, boy was I pooped! But I always stayed awake long enough to play games with him...you know, male bonding.
Once mom and dad got married (and I was no longer a product of two households), mom and dad bought a big house with an even HUGER backyard- just for me to play in and enjoy!!
Every Halloween mom dressed me up. Sometimes I'd feel stupid walking around with a lobster on my back, but then the kids would come and they'd be dressed up too! I'm pretty sure I'm a bigger hit than the candy- but the jury is still out...
Holidays are always fun in our house...my favorite? As long as there are wrapped gifts, I'm in heaven. See, I find joy in shredding wrapping paper. Its the gift that keeps on giving.
Do I have something on my face?
I know I'm real lucky to have a mom and dad who care so much about me. Mom tells me stories of the dogs and cats she meets at the SPCA and I tell you what- I am thankful for having a warm bed to snuggle in each night and a meal twice a day.
I know that not every dog is treated like a member of the family they live with. Some are left outside all day (even when its really cold, or really hot) and some don't have a mom to towel off their feet when they come in from the snow.
So each year on my birthday (which is right around Thanksgiving- did you notice that?!) I always remind myself just how thankful I am for my family. And, especially since in a few weeks mom tells me my "sibling" will be arriving. Whatever that means. I've been an only child for six years...whoever this "sibling" is better be really cute, not smell, not make a lot of noise and not try and steal my toys. If its a nice "sibling" I just might share my mom with them. But only if they are nice! (That's a picture of me with my favorite toy, my Brain.)
Now, my official birthday is actually September 21, 2005. That's when I was born to my biological mother...but mom, dad and I don't celebrate that day. We celebrate the day I was born into my real family- this one; which just happens to be today, November 21.
See, back in 2005, mom and dad were almost married. Yes, for four months I was the child of a broken home. I lived with mom, went to work with mom, spent all my time with mom- but got to visit dad at night for family bonding.
I got to go to work with mom everyday- its a lot of work being a puggle puppy!:
She'd take me on long walks in the snow to potty train me:
And, of course, nap time:
Well, by the time we'd go visit dad at his house, boy was I pooped! But I always stayed awake long enough to play games with him...you know, male bonding.
Once mom and dad got married (and I was no longer a product of two households), mom and dad bought a big house with an even HUGER backyard- just for me to play in and enjoy!!
Every Halloween mom dressed me up. Sometimes I'd feel stupid walking around with a lobster on my back, but then the kids would come and they'd be dressed up too! I'm pretty sure I'm a bigger hit than the candy- but the jury is still out...
Holidays are always fun in our house...my favorite? As long as there are wrapped gifts, I'm in heaven. See, I find joy in shredding wrapping paper. Its the gift that keeps on giving.
Do I have something on my face?
I know I'm real lucky to have a mom and dad who care so much about me. Mom tells me stories of the dogs and cats she meets at the SPCA and I tell you what- I am thankful for having a warm bed to snuggle in each night and a meal twice a day.I know that not every dog is treated like a member of the family they live with. Some are left outside all day (even when its really cold, or really hot) and some don't have a mom to towel off their feet when they come in from the snow.
So each year on my birthday (which is right around Thanksgiving- did you notice that?!) I always remind myself just how thankful I am for my family. And, especially since in a few weeks mom tells me my "sibling" will be arriving. Whatever that means. I've been an only child for six years...whoever this "sibling" is better be really cute, not smell, not make a lot of noise and not try and steal my toys. If its a nice "sibling" I just might share my mom with them. But only if they are nice! (That's a picture of me with my favorite toy, my Brain.)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Big brother duties
Mom has a habit of putting together things without using all the instructions. (Which results in an extra screw here or bolt there.) But now that she's putting together furniture for my baby, I have been put on guard.
(Not that I can read, I offer more moral support and guidance when she needs it.)
This past weekend mom's task was putting together the baby swing. Which meant I was front and center the whole time, tracking the progress, verifying the picture in the instruction manual matches where she was in real life...
(I might look indifferent here, but I thought I was getting a cookie for my good behavior. I was distracted...)
(Quality control- gotta sniff it out)
(Ta-DAAAAH! I'm gonna be such a great big brother! I mean, look at this! My managerial skills are impeccable.)
As it turns out, I did a great job supervising because it all got together (and has stayed together) for five whole days now!
I'm awesome.
(Not that I can read, I offer more moral support and guidance when she needs it.)
This past weekend mom's task was putting together the baby swing. Which meant I was front and center the whole time, tracking the progress, verifying the picture in the instruction manual matches where she was in real life...
(I might look indifferent here, but I thought I was getting a cookie for my good behavior. I was distracted...)
(Quality control- gotta sniff it out)
(Ta-DAAAAH! I'm gonna be such a great big brother! I mean, look at this! My managerial skills are impeccable.)As it turns out, I did a great job supervising because it all got together (and has stayed together) for five whole days now!
I'm awesome.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Way to go, Mom!
I don't like to get my nails trimmed. Some people don't like to get their hair cut, some people don't like to brush their teeth. I don't like to get my nails trimmed.
The last time I got them trimmed, mom took me to the pet store (which will remain nameless) and I got tackled by two groomers because I couldn't "hold still long enough"...which resulted in me really hurting my back (remember when I told you about my trip to the emergency ER the night before mom and dad went on vacation?- wait, maybe I didn't write it...I seem to be slackin' on the ol' blog-a-do...)
Anyway, I noticed my nails were getting a little "long", but I didn't want to say anything to mom. I was hoping it would go unnoticed. (But, I should know by now- nothing goes unnoticed by mom. She's got super powers I tell you!)
So this morning she said to me, "upstairs! Bath time!" (I always get excited about taking a bath; mainly because I know I'll get lots of cookies and if I give mom my sad face, she gives me extra hugs...) Well, guess what?
Before she turned on the water to fill the tub, she said, "come here. Sit." So I did and then, do you know what she did? She trimmed my nails!
She pulled out a towel for me to sit on (and she was kneeling on it). She had me sit between her legs, wrapped an arm around me, softly grabbed my right leg and then pulled up this torture device I've never seen before (but I trust her...so I just waited to see what she'd do with it) and then all a sudden, SNIP! "Good boy!" SNIP, "Goood boy, Jack!" (it went on like that for a few minutes!)
It was like a spa experience. All that was missing was the soothing music in the background.
I've never had my nails trimmed by mom before and it was such a nice experience! Maybe it was the extra cookies. Or the extra snuggles. Or...something. (Maybe she slipped something into my water this morning to ease my nerves?) Whatever it was, I want more.
When she was all done I sniffed (and maybe ate a few) of my nail trimmings, before mom got to clean 'em up.
So, bottom line, to all you puppy friends of mine out there, I encourage you to ask your parents to trim your nails if you (like me) have a hard time getting a MAN-icure. (I know typically its called a "pedicure" because your getting your toes done, but since I'm a boy dog, we call it a MAN-icure in our house!)
The last time I got them trimmed, mom took me to the pet store (which will remain nameless) and I got tackled by two groomers because I couldn't "hold still long enough"...which resulted in me really hurting my back (remember when I told you about my trip to the emergency ER the night before mom and dad went on vacation?- wait, maybe I didn't write it...I seem to be slackin' on the ol' blog-a-do...)
Anyway, I noticed my nails were getting a little "long", but I didn't want to say anything to mom. I was hoping it would go unnoticed. (But, I should know by now- nothing goes unnoticed by mom. She's got super powers I tell you!)
So this morning she said to me, "upstairs! Bath time!" (I always get excited about taking a bath; mainly because I know I'll get lots of cookies and if I give mom my sad face, she gives me extra hugs...) Well, guess what?
Before she turned on the water to fill the tub, she said, "come here. Sit." So I did and then, do you know what she did? She trimmed my nails!
She pulled out a towel for me to sit on (and she was kneeling on it). She had me sit between her legs, wrapped an arm around me, softly grabbed my right leg and then pulled up this torture device I've never seen before (but I trust her...so I just waited to see what she'd do with it) and then all a sudden, SNIP! "Good boy!" SNIP, "Goood boy, Jack!" (it went on like that for a few minutes!)
It was like a spa experience. All that was missing was the soothing music in the background.
I've never had my nails trimmed by mom before and it was such a nice experience! Maybe it was the extra cookies. Or the extra snuggles. Or...something. (Maybe she slipped something into my water this morning to ease my nerves?) Whatever it was, I want more.
When she was all done I sniffed (and maybe ate a few) of my nail trimmings, before mom got to clean 'em up.
So, bottom line, to all you puppy friends of mine out there, I encourage you to ask your parents to trim your nails if you (like me) have a hard time getting a MAN-icure. (I know typically its called a "pedicure" because your getting your toes done, but since I'm a boy dog, we call it a MAN-icure in our house!)
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