Uncle Dan

So Dad caught up with an old friend for dinner last night and then he stopped in just to see me! Awesome! A new friend! I always like having new people come by epecially those who like doggies!

So as Uncle Dan sat on the couch I saw my opportunity and jumped on his lap and then couldn't resist licking his face. Uncle Dan is cool about it too and let me lick away almost like I do with Dad. Here's a snapshot of me and my new buddy.

Dad's Song

So sue him--dad sings to me. Last night we watched "Don't Forget the Lyrics" and I swear Dad should go on that show. He knows a good deal of lyrics for one reason or another. But he picks me up and dances with me--sometimes by holding my paws and sometimes by holding me up over his head and dancing. It's fun.

Mom thinks dad is crazy but I think she's jealous because he doesn't dance with her as much--although last night he did sing her the song Endless Love--which brought a tear to my eye.

Dad's such a sap--but he's a nice sap who gets emotional over something like little old me and Mom too. He could be worse.

Dad got new thank you cards

And they have my picture with him on it! How cool! Cafepress can make anything can't they?

Tonight I was told I was gorgeous by two blonde Irish women who couldn't get enough of me in front of the Starting Gate pub. Dad gave me "that look" again. The one that says "where the hell were you when I was single?"

But then when he came home he found Mom really touched that he made those thank you cards for them. Mom is so happy that dad really loves me because she gave me to him. And I guess I make him happy--even when I pee on comforters.

I'm going to see if he wants to snuggle during sportcenter now.

Probably not a good idea on all counts

We dogs don't care to lay blame on anydog or anyone and today is no different but here's today's BadDog/BadOwner Situation.

So Mom and Dad fed me and walked me early yesterday (3:30 instead of 6:30) and went to the movies: Sex and the City is a good movie BTW. They came home and took me out for about an hour at 7:30 before the rain started coming down in buckets and they nicely raced me inside.

Now usually I get another walk at the very end of the night at 10P or 11P--whenever dad feels up to it. But because I had already been walked at 7:30 they didn't think I needed another walk.

Bedtime came and dad put me in my crate at midnight. At 3:30 I had that urge. The urge to pee and also to poop. I wasn't about to let loose in my crate--I'd rather die. So I banged around in the crate, like I usually do at about 6A to let Dad know I want to wake up.

So he lets me out and a race to my wee-wee pad and proceed to take a merciful poop. Ahhhhhh. I then ran out into the living room and the feeling to pee was so overwhelming. I thought Dad might come and take me out but he fell asleep again. So I walked back into the bedroom and scratched at the bed. He got up. Many times we sleep together on the couch in those sleepy morning hours until Mom gets up and then we all eat together and somebody walks me.

But today, I raced ahead of dad and when I got to the couch annoyed that it was taking him so long to get into the living room...I had an accident on the comforter that Dad smartly puts on the couch to protect it from the likes of me. It was hanging down close to the floor so I just lifted my leg and let loose on the comforter and onto the floor. Dad walked into the living room and stepped near the couch right into my pee. "Uuuuggggggh! HAZE!"

Let's just say Dad was awake at that point.

After cleaning up the living room and replacing my pooped on pad Dad stuffed the comforter in a garbage bag and they washed it the next day.

Meanwhile, Dad didn't confine me with my mess--but warned me that the next time he will.

I guess I better watch my step. I feel bad but sometimes I just have to pee. I know the wee-wee pad is used for that so I'm sitting with mom and dad right now and as you can see I'm a little sad.

Dad's Sad

Dad didn't win either of those awards at the Catholic Press Conference. It's Ok Dad--we like your book and you're the best writer I know. But from where I sit it's not all bad news. The good news is that he's coming home tomorrow. Ohboyohboyohboy! We'll get to play all day long! He'll want to come and cuddle up with me too because he's sad--not that that's a good thing, but I'm a big comforter. I'm probably a 9 on the Enneagram which states that I am:

Optimistic, reassuring, supportive: have a healing and calming influence—harmonizing groups, bringing people together: a good mediator, synthesizer, and communicator.

How much do I love my Daddy?

Just watch:



The best part of the video is when Dad changes channels like this is the normal state of affairs in our home. Well, it kinda is, this happens every night in our house. Dad thinks it's because he wears a baseball hat and it makes his head sweaty and therefore it tastes good but that doesn't explain why I like licking his face too! I give mommy kisses too but not like I kiss dad! It's a good thing that Dad kind of likes this. Mom has started to say that I get more action than she does. Which isn't true! I don't know anyone who is a more devoted husband than dad is to mom

Oh well...who knows why I do this? Daddy saved me from the shelter so perhaps it's me feeling indebited? Or maybe I have dad issues since mine just wasn't around? Maybe it's because I hate other dogs and instead choose to pour more affection on humans?

Is there a doggie therapist in the house?

Proud of Dad

Dad spoke in front of 500 members of the faculty and staff at St. John's University at the famed Carnessecca Hall on Millennial Young Adults. What a great response! There was a student panel too and they all confirmed what dad had to say about them. Hopefully that translates into book sales.

Dad's off to Toronto for the Catholic Press Association conference and his book, Googling God is up for two different awards: Best Ministry Book and First Time Author. Hopefully he'll bring home one of the two. I miss him when he's gone but if he wins, I'll be extra proud!