My Mom is such a slacker....

Howdy Friends -- Sorry I have been absent once again. My Mom is just a slacker. Sure she has to be at work hours before Dad and I even get up and she goes to bed usually less than 3 hours after she gets home, but come on -- she knows I can't turn this crazy computer on by myself. Humans need to remember we of the canine corp have no thumbs. We can't operate simply machinery without their help.

I forgive my Mom because she is not the world's best photographer and I am not very cooperative when it comes to photos. I guess she is right, my stories are OK, but without photos, frankly, I am sort of boring. I am thinking about emailing Augie and Ti to see how they manage to behave so well when their Mom takes pictures. My friend Farley tells me it helps to have a Dad who is an awesome photographer and trained his Mom to be pretty darn good too.

On the plus side, Mom felt bad that she was slacking and gave me my favorite treat. She has these white bags that she puts in the microwave oven. The bag spins around in there and then after a minute or so, it starts jumping and making popping sounds and it smells wonderful. I watch intently as the process unfolds....

When the popping stops,Mom takes the bag out and tears it open. Inside is something wonderful that she calls "popcorn". I don't care what it is called, I love it! Then comes the fun. We play a game where I sit and wait for Mom or Dad to toss pieces of the magical popcorn to me so I can catch them ... most of the time. Mom and Dad are in to sports so they tell me to "be the ball" . I guess that is supposed to help me focus on catching the popcorn. I don't need to be some stupid ball, just toss me the popcorn, I'm all about the popcorn.....

And then, as always, Mom puts me through pure torture....

Yes, I am a very good boy Mom, but PLEEEEEEEEEASE! Is this necessary for 3 or 4 lousy pieces of this wonderful stuff...........

And the torture is over .... I devour the pieces so carefully placed in front of my nose........

Until next time friends, ask your humans for popcorn. Trust me on this one. They will give you the "it's not good for you" argument, but stand your ground, this stuff is good. :o)

Pretending it's warm.....well spring anyway....

So, there I was basking in the sunlight on my deck....OK, it was cloudy but it was warm and dry......Wrong again, it was 40 degrees and really cloudy, but a guy can dream......

I was dreaming of warm weather and chasing squirrels and just when I had one in my sights, Mom decided to distrub my dreams and the little buster got away.....

Still groggy from having my sleep distrubed, I sprank to my feet and watched that little rodent indently.....

Get back here you varmit.....I can leap off this deck and have you for lunch .... I'll do it..... don't taunt me...and in an instant it was gone. Thanks alot Mom. Next time, don't wake me when I am just about to nab me a tasty squirrel.

Winter itch = Comatose Dugan......

I am emabarrassed to admit that I have spent the majority of the winter suffering from some sort of annoying itch condition. I scratch at my neck, bite at my legs and feet and try to lick away the annoyance at all the space in between. Mom took me to see my Dr. Jeff because it got so bad at one point, I had something called "hot spots". They didn't feel hot, but they sure did itch. Dr. Jeff gave me some prescription medicine and told my Mom to give me Benedyrl when they were gone if the itch continued. Oh, and he told her to put "Senseless Fatty Acid" supplement on my food. Wait.......what Mom?!?......OK.....how do you spell that?....E S S E N T I A L. So, apparently it is called Essential Fatty Acids, not "Senseless".....who knew?!? The acid stuff is actually quite tasty and sort of smells like fish and I love fish so it's all good. The Benedryl is the problem. That stuff is dangerous. I think the only reason it stops a guy from itching is that it makes you comatose................ see for yourself.

Good thing sleep is one of my favorite things to do.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Am I weird??

Greetings friends. Confidentially, can I ask you.... am I weird?!? My humans think I am bonkers because I like to wash my face after I eat. A little personal hygiene is good for a guy I think. And besides, who of us males are going to attract a good looking female Golden with dog food all over our face...I ask you....how can it be weird to wash your face. I must admit that the cold white stuff on the ground is a big help in this practice, but in the summer, I just simply use the grass. However, I do draw the line at mud. No self-respecting guy would ever wash their face in mud....now THAT would be weird. My mom tried to capture my face washing procedure last night after my dinner. You will note that Mom, although she tries, needs serious photography lessons from Farley's humans. Sadly, Mom is somewhat less than pathetic........

Now mind you, I would never show any disrespect to my humans, but when it comes to my hygiene, if someone wants to complain, they can just, "talk to the paw"..........

The day after the Super Bowl.....

So, here it is the day after the "Super Bowl".... I don't understand it.... how do they get all those rather large football men to be able to play their game in a "bowl". I am just one big dog and I can't fit into even the largest of bowls that my Mom has. What kind of an incredibly huge bowl is this??? No matter.... my team won the game and I was so exhausted from cheering them on that I had to rest before I even saw the last commercial.....

I am still resting today ..... it's what I do best. I find my Dad's foot to be an especially comfy place to lay my head.