I wonder if cats take dognaps?
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The best reason to never get your driver’s license.
Posted in Awards, Awesomeness, Cold, Cute, Deep Thoughts, Dreams, Fans, Fun, Life, Love, Outdoors, Playtime, Puppy, Walks, tagged Boston Terrier, Heartless, Robots, Terminator on August 31, 2009| 2 Comments »
Met a woman today who said she didn’t like dogs. It must be hard to be a robot.
Well, it’s raining cats and dogs here in Minneapolis. (Nice to see the cats actually doing something – albeit falling from the sky) I’m chillin’ kennelside with nothing to do but chew an old knucklebone and miss the sun.
Ahh, sunshine. I love to stick my face in it! When the alphas get home from lunch, I give them the obligatory jump on the leg and then I’m out the door and into the sweet sweet rays of Mr. Samuel Sun. (Yes, the sun has a first name. And yes, it is Samuel)
Picture me rollin’ (in sunshine):
If I were a big dog, the world would seem so much smaller. And that would suck.
Posted in Awesomeness, Crazy Dogs, Current Events, Cute, Dreams, Entertainment, Food, Fun, Home, hot, Love, Meat, Meetup Group, Outdoors, Pictures, Playtime, Poop, Puppy, Smells, Sports, tagged Boston Terrier, Meetup on June 29, 2009| 6 Comments »
Now let me make one thing very clear: there is only ONE Bisket. My little Boston Terrier puppy love is enough to circle the world twice, but I ain’t Ol’ St. Nick – I can’t be everywhere at once! That’s why the world needs some other Boston Terriers to spread the lovin’. And until yesterday, I didn’t even know they existed.
I got into my best harness, checked it twice in the mirror and hopped into the car. I had no idea where we were going, but I could sense it was somewhere that had some dogs. And where there’s dogs, there’s usually beef-flavored treats – and you know how I feel about beef-flavored treats. Yup, about the same way I feel about chicken-flavored treats. Or lamb-flavored treats. Ok, the same way I feel about treats – period!
So eventually we got to a pleasant house on a pleasant street and went around back. It looked like any other house; smelled like any other house. So what was the big deal?????
All over the place! So many me-looking dogs that I had to nip myself in the butt to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I couldn’t believe it. Big Bostons, little Bostons, Bostons with round heads, Bostons with droopy ears, Bostons with tails, Bostons with Southern accents, Bostons with attitude, Bostons with black fingernails, and brown Bostons!
And then the fun started…
Today marks the 21st people birthday and 147th doggie birthday of this dog. Oh my flippin’ Great Dane in heaven, that is an old dog!! I can’t even imagine being that old. But once I am (and mark my words, I WILL BE), and my little Bisket parts don’t work as well as they used to, I’m gonna make sure I have one of those little Barbie cars to drive myself around the house (see exhibit A).
Regardless, salud and big woofs to you, old doggie!