Now that's the Sh*t!!!

So I totally was debating sharing this story -- it's kind of disturbing on many levels... But then here I was, chillin' on the couch, waiting for mommy to come home and take me to my doggie playdate at the park, when I was watching Fox News and Megyn Kelly -- totally love her -- did a whole segment on this. So how can I not comment on this story about the condos, dog poop and whodunit!?

Sure, I poop. Guilty. But while I'm moving on to sniff something when I'm done, mommy's always out there picking up whatever little present I leave for her. Every time.

So I say shame on the mommy's and daddy's who aren't picking it up. Do you part! While I enjoy sniffing what's left on the ground, no one wants to step in it and no one should have to see it. That's just gross. They can totally take my DNA because I know I'm not guilty of that crime...and with a mug like mine, you gotta believe me!

You really should read the article -- it's pretty interesting!

Happy Birthday, Grandma!!!

Just giving a shout-out to the woman who gave my mommy life and who I know will have an excellent Christmas present waiting for me this year!!! Happy birthday, Grandma!!! In honor of your birthday, I'll totally let you rub my belly next time you see me -- a present for BOTH of us. :-) Have a great, great day!

Flat Stanley Visits!

Flat Stanley came for a visit. I showed him all the sites -- took him on a tour through town. He had a good, good time. Met some new people. But I'm pretty sure I wore him out -- he needed a nap after just a few days -- I happily obliged. I tend to like my nap as well -- can do it with my eyes open or closed. Sweet dreams, Flat Stanley. Sweet dreams.

Healthy as a Horse... errr, Beagle!

I just had my 4–year-old check-up and I am happy to report I am fit as a fiddle. Healthy as a horse. Good teeth. Decent weight. Overall good health. Hooray. What can I say, I’m a 4-year-old beagle in the body of a 3.5-year-old. Tell that to the ladies in the dog park! Of course, the tricks I can do are that of an old dog – as in, you can’t teach ‘em new tricks.

But more importantly, when the vet brought me out, the doctor told mommy, I was the best, calmest, sweetest dog she had seen in a week – and one of her very best patients. And she wasn’t just saying that – nope. She meant it. She even thanked mommy – I got the feeling the doctor had a busy week of crazy animals.

So you better believe it. I walked outta that office with my head held high and my tail wagging. It’s not every day you get such a compliment from a real doctor. I mean, they know their stuff. Mommy always asks me "Whose the best doggie? Whose the best doggie?" But now it's like confirmed and everything.

Calling All Fur Babies!!! Help with the Oil Spill!!! Get the Fur a Flyin!!!

So we've all seen horrible oil spill in the Gulf --- shaggy four legged friends --- your help is needed!!! We can't let the government try to fix this -- we've seen what they can (or can't) do. It's DOGS TO THE RESCUE!!!

Check out this article in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. Turns out our fur can help pick up some of the oil that spilled -- which will help save some of our non-fury friends swimming out there in the water and what not.

So if you have the fur -- it's time to shave it!!! Summer's coming and you'll be cooler this way anyway. It's for a good cause. Let's get the fur a flyin'!

We Didn’t Beat the Rain

Mommy came home a little early from work so we could get our walk in before the rainstorm was to come. Lots of dogs were in the dog pen so we played there for a little while before leaving for our walk. Wouldn’t you know it… We get several blocks away and the rain came pouring down. I didn’t mind the rain, and neither did mommy, but then, out of the blue hail started coming down the size of my tennis balls – or so it seemed. I made a beeline for the bank awning – it was hail-free under there. Lots of people joined us. And of course, they all wanted to pet me because I was sitting so nicely. And of course, I let them pet me.

When the hail and rain stopped a few minutes later, we continued our walk. We made it home just in time. Right after I finished chowing down on my dinner, the sky opened up again – and this time it brought thunder and lightening.

I could tell mommy didn’t like that loud nice with the bright flashing light so I raced over to her on the couch and sat right on her lap. She was safer that way. I didn’t move until that storm cleared out and the loud noises stopped. And that shaking she felt, yeah, it wasn’t because I was scared. I’m tough. I was just nervous for her. Yeah, that’s it. Nervous for her because I know she doesn’t like those scary storms.

BEST WALK EVER!!!

I’m feeling a little guilty…I’m almost thinking I may need to head to that church in Massachusetts that’s holding a monthly worship service for dogs as I need to confess (did you read about that church in the Washington Post? Check it out HERE!).

Auntie Ali was here for a visit. And it was great. She’s really, really nice. She’ll dance with me and play with me. This time she even took me for a walk… but here’s the part that I’m feeling a bit guilty about. She had never walked a dog before on her own. And I could tell she had never walked a dog before. So I may have slightly taken advantage of her naiveness about dog walking.

We were just heading to the post office and back – a mere couple of blocks but I kept us out there for a long, long, long time. :-) I stopped and sniffed EVERYTHING. And then whatever I didn’t sniff, I peed on. And sometimes, yup, I’d sniff it, then pee on it. And then she’d want to go left, but I knew that wasn’t the walking route, so I pulled her right. She was very, very patient with me and that’s why I’ve got a bit of a guilt complex. I totally took advantage of her and I’m kinda sorry about that because she really is great.

If it makes her feel any better, I got to sniff and pee a ton and lead the way – it was really the BEST WALK EVER!!!