Sunday, June 28, 2009

A Visit with Dr. P

You'll never guess what happened this time?

I was in the middle of a Sunday afternoon snuggle session with Mama when Miss You-Know-Who started throwing up. It was pretty gross and the retching sounds she made scared me so I had to leave the room.

Mama dropped everything to clean up the mess and then to rush Jazz to see my doctor, Dr. P.

They were gone a long time.

Anyway, Dr. P said that Jazz is sick because she's so stressed. I guess being homeless and having to stay for a long time in a shelter is pretty hard on a body. Mama told me that when Jazz was at the shelter they didn't give her the large luxury suite like I got at Rover Oaks, instead they put her in concrete run that didn't even have a television. And she probably had to share!

Dr. P said that Jazz just needs some special medicine for a few days and then she'll be all better. She even sent along some medicine for me, even though I didn't go for a visit.

I guess Dr. P didn't want me to feel left out!

Isn't that nice?

She's Still Here....

Mama says yesterday Jazz had a few suckers on the line, but both couples ended up deciding not to take her home. Which means I'm stuck with The Interloper.

Mama says I should be nice because it's my duty to help those who are less fortunate than me, but it's hard to be charitable when she keeps STEALING MY TOYS!

To add insult to injury, everyone thinks we look alike. This morning even my human grandpa (who was petting me at the time) asked, "Which one are you?"

This is me.

This is her.

We don't look a lick alike.

Do we?

Don't answer that.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Welcome Jazz! Now Get Out...

Guess what Mama did today. Just guess!

She brought home someone named Jazz. Mama says Jazz is homeless. Well I say, "She can't have my home!" As soon as she came into the back yard she wanted to play and at first that was fun...for about two minutes -- until I found out she didn't want to play chase. I love to play chase!

Mama was all, "Jazz this and Jazz that." and if that wasn't stupid enough she followed Jazz around taking pictures. See?

That's me in the background. In the BACKGROUND?!

Mama promises that Stupid Jazz will probably be adopted tomorrow. Well...tomorrow can't come soon enough as far as I'm concerned. How can any self-respecting dog be expected to put up with an interloper trying to horn in on MY MAMA!?

Sickening, isn't it?

Tomorrow she will be gone and I won't have to worry about her stealing my mama and my home.


What's that?

Jazz wants to know if I'm interested in having a play session followed by a nap.

I love naps!

Gotta go!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Morning Ritual

"Mama...why you get up so eeeeaaaarlllyyyyy?"

"Go back to sleep. I show you how."

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Once Upon a Time...

...I had a big sister. Her name was Blossom. This picture of us was taken just a few days after I came to live with Mama and my big sis.

Most of the time, all she wanted to do was sleep. See?

Even in the sunshine! Can you believe it?

Except when she wanted food. If there was one thing Miss Blossom knew how to do it was beg. She taught me everything I know.

Yup. She was the master when it came to getting what she wanted. Someday I hope to be this good.

Too bad she's not here to teach me how to be a great beggar. Mama says Blossom went to someplace called Rainbow Bridge. I just know one day she was here and the next day she wasn't and Mama sure did cry a lot like I never seen her cry before or since.
I don't know where Rainbow Bridge is, but it sure sounds like someplace as pretty as Texas. Mama says it's not in Texas but that she hopes it has bluebonnets all-year-round. I think Mama's silly, because no place but Heaven could be that pretty...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Catfish Whiskers

Mama sometimes calls me "Catfish Whiskers". It's 'cause my whiskers are long and thick and curly. See? If I were a "real hunter" my whiskers would help me be quiet and stealthy while stalking my prey in dense brush.

"Catfish Whiskers" isn't one of my nicknames because I'm part catfish.

I hope.....

Friday, June 19, 2009

Subi Says...

Composting is good and helps create less trash in landfills.

Just let me make sure I've picked the bucket clean of edibles before you toss it out! No need to be wasteful...

OK...doggie approved!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Tough Day for Mr. PoPo

This is Mr. PoPo.

Mr PoPo, as you can see, is one tough customer.

He's always game for a round of tug-of-war.

I've heard rumors that Mr. PoPo's mama was a stuffie and his daddy was a tennis ball, but despite his rather strange parentage, I try not to treat him differently than any other toy in the basket. In fact, these days Mr. Popo is on my top five list of favorite toys.

Having his daddy's genes means that he's got some bounce in him, which also means he's excellent in a game of fetch. Bonus!

Mr. PoPo is also just a super friend. When I get nervous or I am scared by loud noises, Mr. PoPo is always there for me.

And today, Mr. PoPo had my undivided attention.

Maybe being on my list of fav0rite toys isn't such a good thing?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Goose Down

This picture was taken the first day Mama brought me home. I was eight weeks old.

Goose down is one of my favorite things in the whole wide world. I wonder why.....

Monday, June 15, 2009

Report Card

This morning Mama was throwing some things away and she found a piece of paper stuffed down deep inside a bag from Rover Oaks Pet Resort. I stayed there last weekend because Mama thought I needed a spa treatment. Anyway, as it turns out, the piece of paper was my report card from my very first stay at ROPR. Have a look.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Poetry in Motion

I see something! I see something!

It's All About Me!

Hello? Hello.....Ahroo-roo-rooo!

My name is Tsubomi-san. Is that a mouthful or what? It's Japanese for "flower bud".

You can just call me Subi or Subi-Dooby or Subi-licious. At least those are just a few of the names my mom calls me. Not that she doesn't call me Tsubomi-san, she does, but only when she's mad. you can see, I'm a golden retriever. I was born just a few weeks before Christmas in 2007, which makes me around 18 months old. I think I'm all grown up, but Mom says I'm still just a pup. At any rate, I've discovered that a whole lot of my golden cousins have their own blogs and thought I'd throw my collar into the ring. Just like the rest of my breed, I sure do like making new friends every chance I get.