Lazy days for me...

Sorry for not posting everydog (and FuFu). Isabella thinks my mom has me all harnessed up and in the car! hehehe. My mom says something about "having 2 jobs so I can eat, go to school, and go to daycare". She doesn't need 2 jobs for me to do those things...she can just take me! What does she need all the jobs for? Isn't helping me blog like a job? Any ideas for talking some sense into her?

So, mom is talking about having to go to a lot of weddings this year. I would love to go to the weddings...all that food, all those people...ah! How fun! I don't think I am invited though :-( What gives? Mom is gonna take me to my favorite place in the world when she leaves...Lucky Bones! I miss mom and dad....but boy, do I love the people and dogs at Lucky Bones. I bet I'll have a better time there then at some stuffy old wedding!



Geez! Mom needs the computer now...she never stops! She tries to keep me as busy as she is, but I'll tell you a secret...*I'll be quite content to nap in my crate today*. Bye pups (and FuFu)!

Lots of love,

Rosco

Buckle up for Safety!

First off, Happy St. Patty's Day! No green beer for the doggies, or FuFu...but a Happy St. Patty's day just the same. I know when mom has had a few green beers she's more liberal with the treats!

So, mom bought a new torture device for me last week. She told someone that she was sick and tired of me jumping around the back seat the whole *bleep* (kids and puppies might be reading this) time I was in the car. So, you know what she did?? Do you have any clue? I'll give you a hint...a picture hint...

A seat belt!!! Doesn't it look awful?? Ok, so mom says it not only keeps me from bouncing around like a "crazy man", but it keeps me safe too...I dunno...I'm not a huge fan quite yet. But at least she rolls down the window still for me! I love to have my schnooter (mom's word for nose) in the breeze!

So, when I'm not strapped into the car like a criminal, I have been at obedience class working on my canine good citizen. I thought I was a good citizen already, but I guess dogs have to pass a test...I hope it is multiple choice, I choke under pressure!!

Lots of love,
Rosco

Garbage Eater

Hello. My name is Rosco and I am a....*gulp*....garbage eater. Phew...that was tough. I hope you guys don't think less of me. My mom is puzzled by my recent taste for foreign objects. Last week I ate 6 clarinet reeds (they were yucky and used...yummo!). This morning (or last night, I forget) I ate hershey kiss wrappers and this big black plastic thingy. I dunno what it was...mom doesn't know what it was. She tried to put it back together when she found it...She says it is a good thing I have a stomach of steel....I usually barf it up, or it....well, you know...comes out the other end!

So...I am back to being in my crate when mom and dad are gone, and I can't go downstairs if they are upstairs. It is just like when they first brought me home! I was doing so good, they would leave me out of my crate when they left. Mom says I did this to myself. It is a good thing I like my crate!

Anyway, mom has been wondering, what strange things have you all eaten? She has heard that sometimes dogs who are missing something from their diets will eat strange things...but she thinks I'm just being dumb. Dumb?? How rude! I can't help it if all those things smelled yummy!

Lots of love,

Rosco