This Week’s Extreme Dog Treats!

Hi!  Roscoe, Monty and Henry here with a guest blog post.

Mom found a new store with different treats.  Yay!  We call these extreme dog treats.

We have to wait for a hot day to dig into these!  Bacon and peanut butter, yum, could have been named: “The Elvis Dog Treats”

No hide beef treats, rice bones, whimzees sticks, dental toothbrushes, beef scapulae and natural sheep ears.

WE ARE NOT SPOILED! Mom needs to learn to buy in bulk…..

 

 

 

 

 

Photo shoot with Mom!

Henry here with the latest.  Mom’s church is making a new directory. She picked me to be in the directory with her! Here we are waiting for our photo shoot I was a good boy!

The photographer was excited to see me. He actually put me in front of another session.

The last directory mom had her photo taken with Rommy.

At that photo shoot the photographer was excited to see Rommy. When mom looked at the proofs Rommy looked handsome in all of them and there was only a couple where she looked OK.

After our photo shoot she looked at the proofs and with a big sigh she realized I looked great in every photo but she had her eyes closed or she was making a funny face or she had a double chin in the rest of the photos.  We get the pictures next month and I can’t wait to see how they turned out and to be on her desk at work!  (And in the church directory!)

Mad Maxx and Mom from her desk at her office.   Love the jeans Mom!

Rommy and Mom from her desk at her office.  You still look good in that color of red Mom!

Roscoe and Mom from her desk at her office.   Roscoe was rescued from the streets and he was found alone, a puppy of less than six weeks old. He really does adore Mom!

Monty needs a photo shoot too!  We can’t wait to be on Mom’s desk at work!

P.S.  Does anyone know what “work” is?

Message to My Generous Uncle Sam – You Saved My Bacon

Henry here with an update to the latest lesson learned by a 7 month old puppy.

As you may recall, I went into another dimension and chewed my Mom’s expensive lymphedema glove making it useless.

My Uncle Sam in a fit of ESP (we have a special bond and he felt my distress upon learning that chewing the expensive glove made my Mom turn into a lecture mistress) purchased an extremely generous gift certificate for my Mom.

The gift certificate was lost in e-mail hell for awhile but that was good fortune because the LympheDivas company just started and awesome sale and Mom got extra stuff!

Mom was able to not only replace the destroyed glove but buy all of the following:

Hummingbirds, magical tiny creatures that have boundless energy,  this sleeve and glove will make her arm feel light and airy. 

The Koi are powerful fish that can easily swim against currents and upstream.  This sleeve and glove will bring my Mom good fortune and help her be courageous.

The puppy glove to remind her of me and my brothers.

A miniature secret garden glove, perfecting for a quick meditation to uplift spirits.

Really, Uncle Sam was very thoughtful and generous with this gift.  Having these extra garments sure helps with laundry as they need different handling then the rest of the laundry and especially helps Mom feel more cheerful with options on what to wear in the morning.

Well Uncle Sam me and Mom voted and you are definitely winning as Uncle and Brother of the Year.

What have I been up to? And thank goodness for my Uncle Sam!

Henry here with an update.  I now weigh 60 pounds.  Mom could hardly lift me up to weigh me.  This is the weight the rescue people told Mom I would reach when full grown.  Um, I am only seven months old and still growing.  You do the math.  Maybe we can start a pool to guess my final weight!

What have I been up to?  Well Mom has this condition called Lymphedema which requires her to wear compression sleeves and gloves.  The gloves are $125 a piece.  I don’t know what got into me but I ate one early in the morning while Mom was still asleep…..  Here it is, I chewed off the thumb and 2 fingers.

Below is what an unchewed glove looks like:

Mom was not pleased.  I had to listen to 5 minutes of her explaining to me what a bad puppy I was and how the gloves were off limits and how my puppy chow is $50 per bag and perhaps she would take the cost of a replacement glove out of my puppy chow money but then she felt bad and said she wouldn’t do that BUT might deny me some treats…… blah blah blah blah…..

Then she looked at her email and her brother, my beloved Uncle Sam, had gotten her a gift certificate for this same Lymphedema garment site.  This was that very same morning, perhaps even at the exact time I was munching on her glove.  I am sure me and Uncle Sam have an ESP relationship.

THANK YOU UNCLE SAM!  (Uncle Sam, Mom is still giving me treats!)

 

Shopping For My Favorite Things

 

I like to steal from laundry baskets, closets, table tops, well you get the idea.  Mom calls this activity “shopping” and I hear “Henry no shopping!” a lot.

I also love to watch TV and saw THE SOUND OF MUSIC.  Here is a song I made up about shopping, I sing it to THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS from that movie.

Shoes with shoelaces and stinky warm sockies
Bright shiny pennies and used paper napkins
Brown paper packages from Uncle Sam
These are a few of my favorite things

Rust colored squirrels and crisp broken branches
Mom yelling Henry come in for your breakfast
Books from the library or the thrift store
These are a few of my favorite things

Mom in pajamas with plush yummy slippers
Dead leaves that stay on my nose and my whiskers
Open dog treat jars left too close to edge
These are a few of my favorite things

When my Mom yells
No shopping Henry!
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad