Sunday, July 5, 2009

I Hate the 4th of July


It's not that I'm not patriotic or anything...

Bu the noise of fireworks hurts my ears, especially when I went outside with Dad to poop and people were setting fireworks off in the park. Yikes! That was not good. Especially the dope who set one off pretty close to me. Dope.

We got back inside quickly and I was still annoyed by the noise but dad put the air conditioner on high and raised the TV volume to drown out the noise and more importantly he kept me near him and petted me all night to make me feel more secure. So it all turned out OK from where I sit.

I'm hoping that some new tradition might show itself in a way that we can celebrate our country's birthday with flair but less noise.

I'm not alone when it comes to my hatred of fireworks. This article tells us a bit more about why dogs should be kept away from fireworks.

For many dogs, the first “Wheee!” of a rocket they hear sends them under the bed, quivering from nose to tail. They make a sorry sight, and it’s important to keep them indoors away from those gangs of boys, who might find it very amusing to taunt a terrified dog with fireworks.

You have to remember that a dog’s hearing is so very much more sensitive than ours. Take the Border Collie for instance. He’s been bred to hear a sheep sneeze halfway up a mountainside, then to hear his master’s whistles and commands when he gets up there to find her.


How about flag waving? That's pretty quiet and it makes a nice breeze.

Speaking of which, check out Ginny Moyer's article on just that subject on BustedHalo.

Monday, June 22, 2009

I love Grampa



And because it was Father's Day, I intuitively knew that you were now the pack leader, so I followed you around all day long instead of Dad. I also didn't pee on your chair.

Happy Father's Day to both Dad and Grandpa. You are both leaders of my pack!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Mom's friend Dawn titled this pic--Where's Stimpy?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Subway travel



That's me playing peekaboo on the subway ride to see Mom's great friend Dawn. It was a nice day even with the rain. We spent it in our friend Eric's apartment eating and talking which is how I like to hang out with friends best. I even got some turkey! Mmmmm...human food.

I can't believe that the NYC transit authority makes me travel in a bag! Don't they trust me enough that I won't pee on things?

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Meet Dug the Dog

If you haven't seen the movie "Up" yet from Pixar, it's a must see. Dug the Dog is a cool dude!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Great Pic from Auntie Rachel

Mom Rocks

I get to be pampered by mom the next few days while Dad heads to Youngstown, OH and Pittsburgh for a few days. The good news is that he only has one other trip really for the entire summer.

My allergies have been killing me (hasn't everyone's) and I'm on meds now. They make me sleepy and they also make my poop really smell bad (not that it was a bed of roses before). Dad said, "Haze your poop is making me long for the days of "dude dorm room smell."

Mom has worked really hard at getting me to listen to her and to sit and put my harness on without a struggle. She's gotten it all down pat and we were very proud of her. I plan to beg my way into her bed and snuggle up to her tonight and tomorrow--but shhhhh don't tell Dad.

This almost sounds lewd. Whattya think I am? A furvert?