Caturday Bloggie Hop!

It's that time again!

Not much is goin' on. I went to visit Mommy over Labor Day. An' for once, Mommy didn't have to Labor on Labor Day. No doggies needed walking, 'cept me, Carl an' Reese of course.

An' Mommy thinks that long walks are fun, but fer little puppies like me, they're very tiring.

An' Carl wanted to play ALL THE TIME. I was a little stressy when I first got to Mommy's new 'partment, so she kept me separated from Carl and Reese with the baby gate.

Carl didn't unnerstand that I wasn't quite ready to play yet:

But we eventually played and had lots of fun an' we went to a doggie park! Carl loves to go to this park because he can RUN and RUN and RUN until he's almost too tired to walk home again!

Reese was nice to me when we were outsides, but she didn't like me being in "her" apartment. Mommee says that she "guards resources."

An' then on Labor Day, I went back to Gramma's with Daddy.

Gots my ouchies and guess what!

Well, a couple of guess whats. I'm visiting my mommee rite now! She came to get me yesturday. And I only put the car into neutral once! (Mommee would prefer I ride in the backseat, cuz it's safer, but my HUUUUUUGE crate wuz back there, and there wasn't enuf room for little ol' me!)

So, I getted my ouchies (my rabies vacksine and my bordatella vacksine), and the vet weighed me! I loosed weight! I don't weigh 10 pounds anymore (Note from Mom: Owen weighed 105 pounds). No, I dinn't, Mommee. I weighed 10 pounds. (Whatever, Owen. You're delusional.)

So, the vet weighed me, and now I weigh 8.5 pounds! (85 pounds, Owen). Nuh-uh. 8.5 pounds. And I'm 3 months old. (You're three YEARS old.) An' I didn't lose the weight cuz of a sickie. I jus' ate less kibble (grumble grumble) and had less treats (grumble grumble).

So, I am at Mommee's new 'partment. It's smaller than our house. An' Reese and Carl are here. Mommee's frend bringed Reese to a big grassy area to say hello to me before we went back in the house. Reese was actin' all nice and stuffs, but I remember that she wuzn't very nice to me last time, and I was 'fraid of her. So, we went back to the 'partment, and I stayed in a bedroom wif Mommee, and Carl an' Reese stayed in the living room part.

In the morning, we ALL taked a walk together (Mommee's friend helped). Carl was VERY excited to see me and kep' trying to jump all over me and sniff me.

So, I'm here until Monday. I will keep updatin' if anything intresting happens.

Ouchie time

Daddee sez I need something called "shots" soon. In Pencilvania, all doggies are required to be vaccinated for rabies. I also gets Bordatella because I go to the doggie park a lot.

But did you know that the Doggie Doctors have been studying vaccines and some of them aren't necessary anymore? Most doggies used to get a shot for "coronavirus" (I've never taysted a Coronoa, cuz Daddee sez alcohol izn't for puppies - I dunno why they need to give me an ouchie against it, too).

And a group called the American Animal Hospital Association (AAHA) sez that you only need to get the other ouchies every 3 years -- which sounds reely good to me!

Here's moar stuff on da web 'bout ouchies:

• http://www.aahanet.org/PublicDocuments/VaccineGuidelines06Revised.pdf
• http://www.healthypet.com/PetCare/PetCareArticle.aspx?art_key=d67f75bb-e978-4abf-a3be-3e405af1abf7
• http://www.critteradvocacy.org/

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All About My Mommy and Daddy!

Hi bloggie frends! I heard on Honey the Great Dane's blog that a puppy called "Oskar the Mini Schnauzer" was having an "All About Your Humans Day" and I wanted to tell you all about my Mommy and Daddy, since you all know about me (an' a little about Reese and Carl). I'll tell you about them separately, since they do not live together anymore.

My Mommy lives in a place called Phillydelphia, in a state called Pencilvania. She has lived in this city her whole life. Here is a picture of my Mommy and Reese:

My Mommy is ancient (30 years old), and is what's called a Dog Walker. For monies, she goes to other people's houses and walks their doggies while they are at work! She also takes care of kitties. Mommy also studied Grafic Desine and Baking at two separate schools, so she could do those jobs for monies, too.

When Mommy is not walking doggies or doing Grafic Desine or Baking, she likes to take pichers, do crossword puzzles, Sudoku, and bake stuff, but not for monies.

Now, befur I was born, Mommy had a very bad sickie what is called "Cushing's Disease." Something extra was growing on her pituitary gland, and she almost died! And I'm not exaggerating. She gained lots of weight, and was depressed, and couldn't sleep, and got blood clots in her lungs. But her doctors finally got that something extra off of her pituitary gland, and now that sickie has gone away, but Mommy will never be 100% all better. Like, she can't run with me (not that I like to run anyway), and sometimes when she's very stressy, either physically or mentally, she has to take medicine.

Did you know that doggies (and horsies!) can get Cushing's Disease, too?

OK, so Daddy (and me!) live in a town that is kinda north and kinda west of Phillydelphia what is called "Lansdale." That's where Daddy grew up with Gramma and Grampa. Daddy does somefing where he answers people's questions about their health insurance and makes sure they doesn't have to pay extra monies if they doesn't have to. Or somefing.

Sometimes, when Daddy is not working, he likes to play this game wif his friends. They take fake guns what look like bazookas and shoot PAINT at each other! How silly! And they do this all day long. OK, Daddy says they don't look like bazookas (ok, not all of dem), but I'm just a puppy, and I don't have opposable thumbs, so I can shoot ANY kind of gun.

Oh, and here's me and Daddy:

Yeah, I'm jus' being a little silly.

Go visit Oskar the Mini Schauzer's blog:

Happy "Fur"th of July!

Happy Birfday, America! "Land of the free noms, home of the brave nom hunters"

To celebrate America's birfday, I'm playing the "Fourth of July Name Game," which I saw on Samantha's bloggie.



To play, I has to tell you how I gots my name!

Aktually, it's not all that interesting. My mommy and daddy getted me from a guy who didn't take care of me very well. When they bought his house, they 'dopted me. Since eberybuddy in the neighborhood alreddy knew who I wuz, they decided to keep my name.

OK, Reese's turn.

Hi! I'm Reese! It's my very first turn "guest blogging"! When I was brought into the shelter in New Jersey, they named me Reese because I was dark and light shades of brown, and they thought I looked like a smooshed-up Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. OK, Carl's turn!

Hi I'm Carl nice to meet you the people at the shelter named me Carl when I was turned in as a stray and that's it K bye!

The foster doggie . . .

. . . is now my half-brudder! Mommee's frend, who was fostering him, decided to 'dopt him! FOSTER FAIL!

And, um, yeah, that's all I got fer today.