Doggy Diary - Day 12 & 13

Work days. I hate work days. But at least I get to ride to the beach every night. Fun! Mommy says the beach is a great way to meet cute dogs with guys. Whatever that means.

I'm a total beach dog now. I love surfers. And I love going in the water. I wish mommy would let go of the leash every once in a while.

And I always make sure I drop a load (or two) in the sand.

Doggy Diary - Day 11 & 12

My mommy got back from Turrontoe today. And then we just pretty much chilled. Mommy went to the British Open party but came back safely at noon. Then she just laid on the couch. And I laid on the floor. The next day she did homework all day. But we did go to the doggy park ...well we broke into the doggy park that has been "closed for repair" for three weeks and played with some other dogs. It was fun.

I was not happy when Tom Watson choked on the 18th hole of the Open Championship. So I decided to sleep through the "playoff." Ruff.

Doggy Diary - Day 8, 9 and 10

Today mommy took me to Mama Welch's house. She said she had to go to Turrontoe or something like that. But I got to go play with Buster and go in and out the doggy door as many times as I wanted and I got to take long walks around the block. It was so cool.


This is Buster. He's kind of a re-tard.




I finally got that stupid dog to play. I think.


Whew. Playing is tough work. Nap time.


I love Mama Welch.

And Mama Welch loves me.


Ruff

Doggy Diary - Day 7

I like watching the surfers....

Today was just like any other day. Early morning walk. Pee. Nibble on some kibble and bits. My new mommy almost left out of the cage until I started biting at the carpet, and then for some reason it was, "here's some bacon, in you go." But when my new mommy came home she took me to the beach for a nice long walk. I love the beach. The beach is my friend. I like to poo at the beach. The sand is much nicer...and doesn't tickle your butt like grass does.

Car ride to the beach...

Doggy Diary - Day 6

The work week begins. That means I'm stuck in the damn "mental metal death" cage all day. Hmmmmph. But my new mommy lets me have plenty of snacks....bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon. Where was I? Oh yeah, the day's activities. Well, you have to be an idiot not to know what I was doing all day long. Sleep. Stand. Turn. Sit. Lick bone. Lick wiener. Stand. Sleep. Stand. Turn. Sleep.

However, I got some revenge when we took our evening walk. I pooped. Three times. In three different spots. It's an artform. One that I've mastered. My secret weapon.

I've been told we'll go to the beach tomorrow. But I'll believe it when I see it.

I like to look out of the curtains. And bark.

I thought I saw something. And being the watchful dog that I am I barked and howled until my new mommy took me downstairs to "investigate." Nothing there but the night. Ruff.

Then I had to "lay down" while my new mommy did homework. WTF is homework? I hate it.

I wonder why my new mommy no longer takes pictures of me. Does she not think I'm beautiful?

Ruff.

Doggy Diary - Day 5

Okay. So a day of fun and frivolity must be followed by a day of rest. My new mommy, er, I mean "tsds Dana" and I slept until noon. Literally. And that about sums up the day. I watched as she "cleaned." I don't like the vacuum cleaner. I think it's trying to hurt me. I bite it. Repeatedly. Until my new mommy, er, I mean, Dana yells at me in a loving but stern voice to "get away." The rest of the day goes like so: sleep, watch golf, poop, cage, walk, pee, sleep. Can't wait to see what day 6 holds.

Doggy Diary - Day 4

OMG. Today was so much fun. I got to go to Grandmama Welch's house. She has a huge back yard and a crazy dog to play with. It was soo much fun. I can't wait to go back there. (I wish "tsds Dana" woulda just left me there.)

Chandler came over and we got to chase each other and I got to eat some new dog food and I got to poop three times and I got to take a walk around the block and I got to see the neighbors shoot of fireworks and I got to play all day and I got to tear up a newspaper (well sort of) and I got pet-ted all day long. Whew. I'm exhausted.