Dog Bark Inn, yes please!

Just checked the ol' inbox and guess what was waiting for me (and mom...) this!

Watch the video, and check it out. I wonder if he could make a wooden sculpture out of me? I'd want him to use this photo as inspiration:

Current mood:

Whiny.

Have you heard about Nubs?

Last night mom and dad went to Borders and mom found a book called "Nubs: The True Story of a Mutt, a Marine and a Miracle".

Check it out here.

This morning mom and I googled "nubs" and couldn't believe the amount of press this pup and his person have received! Way to go NUBS!!!

He's been on the Ellen Show and the Today show!!

I wonder if mom could setup a play date for me with Nubs...he seems like the kinda friend everyone should have.

This is how I roll

I don't know how you and your person interact with each other but mom and I have our communication down to a science. Case in point, Tuesday night.

I was running around the house with my 'brain' (its a squeaky toy, notice the picture above) in my mouth. Mom was on her phone so I ran to play with dad, who was working on his computer.

I kept squeaking my toy to get dads attention, but nothing. All I got was, "Jack, enough squeaking"... Of course, I didn't stop squeaking, so dad took my brain away from me. I whined, a lot. And then ran to mom.

I sat in front of her (she was still on the phone) and whined.
mom: Jack, what's wrong?
me: whine, whine, whine..
mom: where's your brain?
me: WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE
mom: okay buddy, lets go find your brain!

Mom got up and I lead her to the scene of the crime (where I was when dad took my brain from me). I saw him place my brain on the top of his glass desk (on a piece of paper) so I lead mom into the office and sat under the desk.
mom: where is it buddy?
me: over here!
mom: where did dad put it?
me: on the desk! Right above my head!
mom: buddy, I'm not seeing it!
me: ITS RIGHT HERE

Mom started to get frustrated because everywhere she looked, the brain wasn't there. I sat SO patiently under dad's desk waiting for her to see that it was sitting on the piece of paper, but nothing!

She called down to dad, "honey, where did you put Jack's brain?" "on the tower!" "I don't see it and Jack is whining...where on the tower?" "On TOP".... So mom and I walked back into the office and I sat under his desk again waiting for her to SEE the brain.

And then she found it. On top of the tower (like dad said).

I came out from under dads desk, grabbed the brain and ran downstairs to show dad that we found it.

Mom asked dad why, if the brain was on the tower, was I sitting under his desk? "Because when I took it away from him, I put it on the desk...that was the last place he saw it. When he ran out of the room to whine at you, I moved it to the top of the tower..."

So you see, don't under estimate the power of the puppy memory. Or the power of communication between a pup and his mom...

Christmas was A.W.E.S.O.M.E.

We got sooooo much snow one night, the next morning it was everything in me to NOT run outback and roll around in it. So when mom grabbed her coat, pulled out her boots and said to me, "you wanna go outside?" I thought there might be something up her sleeve to let me go with her...my puffer jacket.I usually don't like having my red puffer jacket on, but this is how I thought of it:
red puffer + no whining= playtime in the snow.

I'm so there.

My favorite part of shoveling the driveway with mom is waiting for her to overturn the shovel full of snow and then RUNNING underneath it, so all the snow falls on me!

I get so excited, I shake it off, then bury my face in the new pile and run around like a crazy dog. Kinda like this:


Christmas morning came and guess what Santa brought me? A new collar with fancy tags on it! I was having a bit of an "issue" with my old leather/spike collar, so I'm really glad Santa thought to get me a new one that doesn't itch. I was so excited, I gave mom a big hug! Hmm, what else did Santa bring me? A new leash that's gotta bungee cord on it, so I don't pull so hard when we walk (awesome, btw!)...and a new Santa loofah dog which I carry with me everywhere I go...to sum it up...best Christmas ever!

What is it Lassie?

**Mom post

I'm on the phone with my sister tonight and Jack is whining by the coffee table.

me: Jack, you gotta go outside? You gotta go potty? (and I open the back door. He doesn't budge.)
my sister: Oh jeeze, what's he up to?
me: I don't know but he's whining like a baby...
(so I walk over to him)

me: Jack, what's wrong?
Jack: blink, blink
me: You gotta go outside?
Jack: lays down on the floor, with nose next to coffee table
me: What is it Lassie, did Timmy fall in the well?
Jack: Whine.
me: Use your words Jack
my sister: What's wrong with him?
me: Jack, did you loose a toy under the coffee table?
my sister: You've got to be joking, your seriously having a conversation with your dog, again!
me: Hang on, lets look under here buddy

And that's when I spotted the dental toy (look at my last post) rolled under the coffee table. I grabbed it and handed it over to my boy.

Me: Good job Jack! You found your toy!
Jack: Grabbed the toy, laid down and started snacking away
my sister: you two are incredible

Yes, I know.

Crunch 'n Clean

I'm like mom when it comes to dessert; I gotta have it. I'm all about treats, as long as they aren't squishy, yes, I said squishy. I like the crunch.

Gotta have crunch.

So when mom came home with treats from Hartz, Crunch 'n Clean, I was all excited. They had just the right amount of crunch to 'em.

Because I'm a little piggy, mom had to buy another box of Crunch 'n Clean cookies the other day and guess what was inside?! A FREE TOY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- I love toys!

So, I waited patiently while mom opened the box. I wanted to stick my paw into the bottom of the box to see what the toy was, but she beat me to it. She pulled out this funny looking toy:So apparently I'm supposed to bite on this thing and it cleans my teeth for me! Hu...I've never done this before, but I caught on fast:
Hmmm, tastes my my cookies! Okay, now enough pictures, please?Oh alright, one more...but then will you stop with the flash?
Thanks Hartz for the free toy! Hmmm, tastes yummy!

**Oh, and in case you were wondering about the length of my toe nails, no worries...I've had a 'man'icure since this photo shoot...