Wednesday, December 7, 2011

I Found A Baseball!

During my daily walks to the park, I find stuff, like balls - lots of balls! Tennis balls, golf balls, plastic balls and lots and lots of baseballs.
Today at my park, lying right there in the grass, waiting for me, was a baseball. I pounced on it!
I had found a real prize. I love baseballs and they are big enough that they don't get taken away from me really fast like those little golf balls do.
Something about choking on those little golf balls....but baseballs are just the perfect playing size for me!

My Mom thought I was being so cute with the baseball, she took out her phone and started taking pictures of me.

She took lots and lots of pictures while I gnawed on the best baseball I had ever found!
And I do mean lots of pictures, like more than 40 of them! Whew! I can't even count that high! She always says she has to take a lot of pictures of me to get enough to use here, on FaceBook and Twitter. So she took pictures while I just kept chewing on that baseball.

After a little while of me chewing and gnawing that baseball, and Mom taking pictures, she told me it was time for me to give her the ball. So I let her have it. But there was this little piece of leather sticking out that I just had to grab with my teeth.
Guess what? The whole cover came off of that baseball and was in my mouth.
I never eat stuff like this. I just chew it a little and spit it out. Not this time.
I went CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP and I swallowed. Yep! I swallowed the whole baseball cover in one big gulp! It was pretty tasty I think!
Swallowing the baseball cover apparently did not make my Mom very happy. I know because we didn't get to finish my walk. Instead, we walked straight home.
Then I got to go for a car ride! YAY! I love to ride in the car!
And we went to one of my favorite places, my Vet's office. I LOVE everybody at my vet's office and they love me too. All of the people at my Vet's office were very happy to see me and they were laughing at all of the pictures my Mom had taken of me and my very favorite baseball!
I won't give you all of the rest of the really gory details. I'll just tell you that I yam fine. I yam my regular ole happy, yappy spot-headed boy self! I yam!
Here's what that baseball cover looks like now.

My Mom said two things. First, she's an idiot and has the pictures to prove it. Second, I can't play with baseballs anymore. WHINE!

Monday, April 25, 2011

I Was the Easter Buddy!

Hoppy Easter is over! It was so much fun! I got to be the Easter Buddy! The bunny ears were okay but I had the most fun with those little rolly polly eggs!

I had to count all of 'em to make sure they were all there. Didn't want to lose any of 'em!

And I had to guard 'em to make sure nothing bad happened to them!

I'm such a good, fierce guard dog! My little friend Ellie came to check out the eggs. I stuck my tongue out at her. She wasn't scared at all!

I didn't have to worry about little Mollie Wabbit messing with the eggs, cause she didn't like her ears! She was a cute little bunny wabbit, but not a very happy one!

The best part of being the Easter Buddy is I got to hide ALL of the eggs so the kids could have something called an Easter egg hunt. Don't tell anybody, but I helped a few of them find the eggs too! We had so much fun!

It was a very, very busy day! When we were all done, I was one tired Easter Buddy! I hope you had a very happy Easter too!

**WOOF** **WOOF**

Sunday, January 16, 2011

One Pig - Flat Pig - New Pig

In my old life, I never really knew what toys were. I had sticks and dirt. I chased cats, birds and leaves. But, I never really had any toys. During my first week in my new home, one day when we were out in the yard, my Mom threw a leash in the grass. I got so excited! I crawled over to that leash and grabbed it. I had the best time!

After that day, I always had that leash and a few toys in the yard with me. When I first played with a toy or ball that squeaked, I was a litte scared by the noise. Sometimes I would sneak up on one of those squeaky toys and press it with my nose to see if I could make it squeak. When I wasn't afraid of the noise anymore, I tried really hard to make squeaky toys squeak. It's hard to admit, but I had real trouble making my toys squeak. I learned really quickly though.

Once I got the hang of those squeaky toys, I quickly learned how to make them squeak, squeak, squeak! And, then I learned how to make them not squeak anymore. Oh, and all of that white fluffy stuff inside my toys - that stuff is supposed to come out! Squeakers too! Now all white fluffy stuff and squeakers must come out!

The first dog toys I played with belonged to my BFF Mollie. I killed the squeakers and removed that white fluffy stuff from a lot of Mollie's toys. One of my very own first, brand new toys was this pig. I LOVED my new squeaky pig!

I would prance around the room carrying my pig in my mouth, proudly showing it off to everyone who would watch. My pig was supposed to be tough and a challenge for me to tear up. I started with it's feet. Then I moved on to it's ears. Then some of that white fluffy stuff had to come out so I could get to that squeaker!

Soon, I had a very flat, turned-inside out pig, but I still proudly romp around the room carrying it, offering to play tug-o-pig with anyone in the mood.

For Christmas, Santa Paws brought me this new pig. I LOVE it! It's supposed to be in-de-struct-a-ble!
We'll see about that . . . I'm starting with the ears! **WOOF** **WOOF**

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I Believe I Can Fly

If you read my last post, you know there was a time when I couldn't walk and only crawled.
Guess what? Now, I believe I can fly!

I start out in a "good boy" sitting position.

Then I just start walking.

Then I start to run.

While I'm running, I start to hop and jump.

And then next thing you know, I CAN FLY!

**WOOF** **WOOF**