My Christmas Cat

The only pleasure a dog gets from a toy that is not edible is tearing it apart. As you can see I have torn my Christmas cat open, and there is fluff coming out.

No More Presents

Last week there were presents for me under this tree, so now I go very evening and check if any new ones have appeared. Unfortunately it only happens once a year, and I am not allowed any of these toys, either. They are mom's.

Happy New Year!

Best wishes to all my doggie friends out there in cyberspace. I hope 2008 will be a year of many outings and lots of treats!

It's Christmas!!!

What fun! I especially like the cardboard tubes from inside the wrapping paper. They get wrapped up for me, with a biscuit hidden inside. I also got a squeeky ball and a toy cat, but tearing up christmas paper is what I like most.

Tess writes to Santa

Dear Santa,

Do you also bring stuff for good dogs? I would appriciate a few parcels for me under our Christmas tree. It does not matter what is in them, as long as it is edible.

Love,

Tess.

Not fair

This morning all of us dogs were by the river, and the owners were wanting us to swim off some of the mud before going home. Some threw in sticks, but one guy threw in a ball. His dog would not go in, so I retrieved it, assuming that this was an abandoned ball. Now, I have a habit of holding on to property I consider to be mine by right, and when mom told me to drop the ball, I refused. There we were, the guy waiting for that ball, his little yapper of a dog barking away, mom trying to pry the ball out of my mouth, and me holding on to it, growling angrily. Then Rory's mom brought out a biscuit. That made me lose my concertration a bit, so they got the ball. Not fair at all.

Wet Walks

We do three walks every day. That means getting wet and muddy three times a day - and also, getting hosed down with the garden hose three times a day. Is it worth it? Of course. That is why I always get frantic with joy and happiness when I see them getting ready to go out. I don't mind getting wet, and I just love being rubbed dry with my towel when we get back.

Sunday Dogs

Unlike those of us, who go out every morning, year around, some dogs only appear in the park on Sunday mornings. This morning there were more dogs that we have ever seen before:
Charlie, Poppy, Benji, Ben, Rory, Isla, Willow, Pepper, Pepper II, Misty, McNab, Zac, Meg, Bailey, Nugget - and me. Tess.

The Vet

They took me to that awful place again today. I got put up on a table, felt all over, and told how good I was. Good! Scared stiff is how I felt. Still, my skin condition has cleared up, my lumps have not grown bigger, but I have a cough. There will be pills with my dinner again, which is good, because they usually get wrapped in a bit of cheese. I love cheese.