The last time I was at the vet it was the emergency vet when my mom came home and my eye was fat.
Yesterday I was at my regular vet for a check up and something called booster shots. I had a lot of fun listening to sounds on the other side of the doorway. I met a standard size poodle and a huge sable colored German Shepard.
Dr. Lindsay commented several times on how muscular I was. Mom told her it was because I was always jumping on my brothers. Dr. said I had good clean teeth, clear eyes and a great coat. She gave me lots of treats in pronounced me healthy!
We have a cousin named Marley who is surrounded by a deep mystery.
Late one evening, it was close to Christmas, our Uncle Den and Auntie Kris returned home from a people outing with friends.
As the opened the door they could hear some not human noises. They crept carefully into their home (we might have done this different). In the center of the entryway floor sat a large crate, the noise was coming from this crate. They slowly approached the crate and peered in. (Does this really seem wise and safe?)
Not to fear! Inside was the cutest puppy ever, our cousin Marley.
That is when the big fight broke out. The deal was no more puppies and they accused each other of bringing a puppy home. (People are not very smart, they were together all evening so a third human had to have brought that puppy into their home.)
Well they couldn’t kick a puppy into the street so they decided to keep him until they could decide what to do with him. One day turned into two, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and Marley has been there now for years.
Auntie and Uncle never did figure out the giver of Marley had to have a key to the house…. Us dogs can keep a secret and we won’t ever tell.
P.S. Our Mom really had nothing to do with the Marley mystery but because she is our Mom so she does know who the culprit is and has promised not to tell. Don’t keep secrets from your Mom.
Hi! Roscoe, Monty and Henry here with a guest blog post. What’s in the treat bin this week?
Mom finally discovered bulk treats! With three big boys this is a good idea. Our favs, salmon skins, chicken feet, cow ears and beef treachea! We would really like some kind of pork treats but Mom is not sure pork fat is good for us like salmon oil…
Extreme dog treats rule, bone appetit, er bon appetit🐶!
Henry here with a blog post about what we did this evening. Me and mom packed our shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child.
Me, Roscoe, Monty and Mom, all give up a little bit of our treats so we can send a couple of shoeboxes full of goodies to children who may not get anything for Christmas.
We did one boy and one girl shoebox. Mom gets the plastic shoeboxes so the kids can use them forever. We put wash cloths, small towels, bandanas, t-shirts, school supplies and toys in each box. Mom put Kleenex! We put pencils, crayons, colored pencils and two small notebooks.
My favorite is the pink stuffed doggie! We couldn’t put a live puppy but this is pretty cute.
I also loved the balsa wood airplane some lucky boy is getting. He can dream of being a pilot some day.
This year mom is going to try to figure out how to pay for the shipping online so we can track where our boxes go.
Rescue doggies to shoebox recipients. Merry Christmas!
Henry here with a guest post. I am sitting on the doggie futon in this picture.
Here I am playing with a Halloween toy, doesn’t the futon look okay?
Well Mom caught me pulling some stuffing from the doggie futon.
She said I was a warui kozo, a bad stinker or brat. I tried to tell her that the Futon Yokai was possessing me but she would have none of it.
The Futon Yokai is incredibly clever. It has possession of the doggie futon and is enjoying tormenting me. You would think it would want to protect itself. But no, it is also a warui kozo and even if I shred the doggie futon to oblivion and it loses its home it is happy if it gets me in trouble.
Bad bad Futon Yokai, I hope Mom can feel its presence soon so she’ll understand what is going on…. You believe me don’t you?