May 31, 2009

Just A Note to You

Hi every people and other critters too. Mom wants me to tell you that she is okay, just feeling a bit burned out with computer stuff. I think she'll get over it soon cuz she so loves to post to her blog and to read what all her friends post too. I think it got overwhelming to try keeping up woof so much wonderful reading woof all the stories everyone has been righting lately, and she has lots of other stuff she's behind on here.

Today Mom had a real good day, though I had to stay home outside in my dog run. She went on a Memorial Ride of motorcycles. She told me she rode woof a friend of our friend Wendy on his Harley trike and she loved it. I asked if we can expect diamond engagement rings anytime soon and she told me definitely not, that it isn't like that. Hey... a dog has to make sure of these things so she doesn't have to share her Mom woof yet another critter.

Mom will post to her blog about this some more real soon... like probly tomorrow. Tonight she's tired. She got up at 6am (at first I thought she must'a peed the bed or was sick cuz my Mom never gets up at 6am... but she was fine and she went out fur breakfast woof a friend before going to meet all the motorcyles and their people. They rode a very long way and it was 8:30 tonight by the time she got home, so she wants to go lay down. Figures. Maybe she'll take me fur a good walk tomorrow, ARF.

May 24, 2009

Manic Monday

The word for Monday 5/25 is

Many people went away for Memorial weekend, out camping, fishing, boating, and some to different towns and cities to visit family &/or friends. Ellen wished she could have gone away somewhere, yet here she sat, feeling somewhat caged in. She was working from home this weekend, writing a Lipofuze review for the company she worked for. "Well," she told herself, "at least I get to work from home this weekend, rather than having to go in to the office."

She got up from her desk and walked into the kitchen to make herself a peanut butter & jam sandwich, then thought maybe a poached egg on toast would be better, a bit more healthy perhaps even. Either way, a cup of tea would go good with her snack. How she would love to be having a turkey or ham dinner for Memorial day instead, and knew there was no point in wishing for what can't be. To tell the truth, what she really wanted was something hot and sweet.... and that was not on the menu.

"A nap," she thought. "To heck with working just now, and even the food. What I really need is to lay down and nap awhile. I'm sure life will be more exciting and fulfilling when I wake up again." With that, she walked to her bedroom, crawled into the bed, snuggled down beneath the covers, and went off to Dreamland where her lover awaited.

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May 19, 2009


There once was a dog named Acnetix
Who liked to do silly doggy tricks
Lord only knows
How he fell on his nose
Now about him we're writing these limericks.

There once was a very smart dog
Who had her very own blog
She went to the park
One day on a lark
Then, tired, she slept like a log.

Arf, arf, arf!!! I think I'll become the first dog poet. Bark! I hope the second one is about me tomorrow, depends on if it's raining or not cuz Ma doesn't take me walking in the rain.



I don't have a life insurance lead but I do got some doggy leads... Mom used to put my lead, or leash, on me every time we went outside, even if it was just to get inside the truck. She stopped doing that when I settled down some and got good at going to the truck properly woofout running down to the highway. Now Mom is going to start puttin' the lead on me again. She gets upset woof me cuz I likes to run down and see what Len put out in his garbage cuz maybe there's somethin' that would be good fur me to eat. Mom calls me and I ignore her cuz I think sniffing around is more important than coming when I'm called. Now woof Steel drinking poison and Shadow gettin' smucked, Mom is all 'weird' on me and going to 'keep me safe'. Geeezzzzzz. You'd think I was just a puppy the way she acts. Oh well, guess I'll just have to play along woof her, cuz she's the hooman and I'm just a dawg. Bark!

May 18, 2009

Sad news :o(

I've got some sad news. 2 of my friends died. They were father and son, still lived together, and would often come to the dog part to play woof me, one at a time. Their mom and mine are friends too, ya see. Steel was that dad and Shadow the son, and they was German Shepherds. Neither one was investment banker jobs smart, but were very dog smart and they was good boys.

I bin lookin fur piktures on Mom's blog so I can show the boys to you, and on my blog. I found some of Steel, but not of Shadow. If I find some of Shadow, I'll let you know later.

Anyway, Steel gots sick cuz he drank water from a puddle that had antifreeze in it. Then one week to the day later, Wendy & Shadow were visiting a friend and their tennant came home and kicked Shadow's ball out into the road, Shadow ran after it and BANG!! A truck hit him and broke him badly, knocked him right out of his body.

I sure will miss my friends.

May 11, 2009

Dogic Monday

This week, the Manic Monday work is swing.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago in dog years though not so long ago in human years, there was a dog who loved to play a bit too much. Being a purebred, registered dog, he had a very long 'breeder' name, Gold 'N Glory Menagerie's Arlington Rudolf Finigan. He just went by ARF for short. His attention span was not so good, so neither was his memory. In fact, damaged computer memory worked better than his. If he went out to play by himself, he furgot how to go back home, he sometimes even furgot to try to go back home. He would just get so involved woof playing and chasing squirels and such that all else disappeared from his mind. One day ARF didn't know where he was and no one came to find him this time, no one at all (or if they did, they didn't find him), so ARF wandered around lost. By night, he either slept where he was or he wandered some more, listening to his empty belly growling more than he himself had ever growled.

ARF was so happy when a man named Frank found him and took him home, fed him and bathed him, giving him a nice new collar. Frank also gave him a new name, Founder, which was okay woof ARF since he had quite furgotten his name anyway.

After awhile, Founder's human dad decided he had to keep Founder with him in order to keep him safe. This made Founder most happy, as it did Frank who had been a lonely man until he found this "dog from God" as he sometime refurred to Founder. When Frank went golfing, so did Founder. When Frank went to the movie, so did Founder. Frank had to stop going into restaurants and start going through the drive thru at McDanald's because they wouldn't let him in woof Founder along. The best and favorite times for both Founder and Frank was in the evenings when they sat together on the back yard swing. Back and forth, back and forth they slowly and gently went as they enjoyed each others company and the evening air, not to mention the ducks playing in the creek that flowed through the yard. At one time in his life, ARF would have gone off chasing those ducks... and furgotten to come back home, now Founder had furgotten he even liked to chase ducks and things. He'd furgotten he ever even had a life before the one woof Frank. He was happy to just be close to Frank, so never bothered to think of anything else.