Dogs' Aye View

It's Opie's Barkday!

2009-12-01T07:25:00.002-06:00

Hi Dawgs!

First, dogmom says I have to tell everydog that Floyd is doing fine after his bout with pancreatitis. We have to watch him, cuz he eats a whole lot but isn't gaining weight. I think it's because I chase him around the apartment. Dogmom says that wouldn't account for the calories he's eating. Whatever.

Anypaws, today's the day we celebrate my barkday. 'Course, we're not sure really when my barkday is... or at least I've not told dogmom... but the guestimate when I invaded Gomer's heart and dogmom's house back in 2001 was that I was born around this day. Dogmom says I'm 9 years old today (or is it 10?), hmmm. I'm not tellin' !

So, me thinks that everyone should do three things in honor of my barkday today...

Lick your human on the face and tell them you love 'em. 'Cuz they're kinda forgetful and might not know it today.
Click on the animal rescue site button on our blog (or someone else's) and donate a bowl of food to a shelter pet. Better yet, buy some of your Christmas gifts there and donate even more.
Run and play, beg for treats, take a nap and relish the fact that you have a great home. Oh yeah, and say your prayers that a lot more dogs, cats, puppies and kittens find a forever home this season.

Chase ya later!
Opie

Floyd is Sick

2009-11-06T07:34:00.004-06:00

Yo Dawgs!

Before you tease me about caring about the cat... you have to understand a couple of things, ok?

When Gomer crossed the rainbow bridge a couple of months ago, Floyd would let me chase him around the apartment. And Floyd would let me eat his food sometimes. And I could chase him around the apartment. And I could kiss him in the face when it smelled like tuna. And I could chase him around the apartment.

Anypaws, Floyd wasn't feeling too good when dogmom came back from her conference late Monday night. And he vomited breakfast on Tuesday. And he vomited breakfast on Wednesday. When dogmom came home for lunch and saw that Floyd didn't eat his breakfast but vomited anyways... she took him to Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic in Bloomington.

Floyd doesn't like Pet Crossing as much as Gomer did and I do. He's a cat. He likes everything to always be the same. Dogmom says that's why she thinks I'm part cat... but Floyd's worse than me about learning about new things and new places.

Anypaws, I was scared that Floyd wouldn't come home. You know, like Gomer didn't come home when he was sick. So dogmom brought Floyd home last night; but, he has to go back to the hospital today.

Dr. Roth says that Floyd has pancreatitis, likely due to the stress of being away from me while dogmom was at the conference. He's dehydrated and he lost almost a pound in the past week. And his liver enzyme is raised a bit.

Anypaws, put your paws together and say your puppy prayers that Floyd is ok soon. I miss chasing him around the apartment.

Chase Ya Later!
Opie

It's DogMom's BarkDay!

2009-11-04T07:49:00.002-06:00

I've got lots of stuff planned!

First, she's going to take me outside to the little off-leash area in the apartment complex so I can do my business and get ready for the day.

Then, she's gonna feed me breakfast. (And, maybe Floyd can have some breakfast, too.)

Then, she's going to give herself a rainy bath so she can take me on a walk around the preserve trail.

Then, she's gonna come back in and snuggle with me since it's kinda cold and drizzly outside. Once I'm all warm and toasty, maybe I'll let her give me a massage.

Then, we'll both take a nap... although usually when I take a nap is when she plays with Floyd and moves stuff around in the kitchen and makes the dishes have no taste and stuff.

Oh well... gotta get going!
Chase Ya Later - Opie

Yucky White Stuff...

2009-10-10T09:04:00.003-05:00

Yo Dawgs!

It's back. I mean, I'm so flustered about it that I don't know what to do. I thought Gomey and I chased it away for good. But, alas! It showed up again last night while I was sleeping.

I'm not sure what to do. Gomey always helped me out with this. DogMom is trying... but it's just not the same at all.

Anybody know what I can do to make the wet, cold, fluffy white stuff to get off my grass so I can go potty?

I mean... well, it's not so bad right now. It's more just like a blanket on top of the grass and you can see bits of grass peeking through the holes in the blanket. But, remember, it seems to always want to go get its friends and then, before we know it, there is tons of the stuff piled all over.

Help me!
Chase ya later... but I'm gonna go hide under a blanket now.
Opie

Wow! Yard Sale Results!

2009-10-07T05:47:00.003-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

So, DogMom sat outside in the rain all day on Saturday (after being sick for three days... stupid human) so that she could help with the yard sale for pets needing veterinary care... (see previous post).

I guess I can forgive her for not spending the day with me. I mean, well, it was raining anypaws... so I didn't really want to walk around the preserve and get all wet.

Anypaws, Pet Crossing raised more than $1200 !!! for the animals!

Chase ya later!

Opie

Got Stuff? ... Need Stuff?

2009-09-26T11:00:00.002-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

Sneaking in a post while dogmom is staring at the big paper brick again. She's been looking at the same two for a few weeks now. I don't get it... she tries to read them out loud to me, but she sounds a lot like the Charlie Brown parents when she does. Something about farmokologee and something about pearosites called neematoads and cestoads. I don't see any toads or farms anywhere near here. I think she's gone totally bonkers since Gomer's gone.

Anypaws... I don't have much time before she sees me on the laptop. So the point is this... Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic is hosting a yard sale next Saturday, October 3rd from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m.

All the proceeds will benefit the homeless pets that live at the clinic while their moms and hooman kids are in the domestic abuse shelter. The animals get tons of TLC, a safe place to stay, a soft place to sleep, and food and water thanks to the wonderful employees that work with dogmom. But some of them need a lot more care... like dental surgery and expensive medications for their arthritis and kidneys and livers and stuff.

So, the staff are hosting a yard sale to raise money for the pets. Over the course of a year, the employees and the hospital spend about $75k on the pets that need homes and care. Can you help just a little bit?

You could help if ...

you "Got Stuff" that you don't need (and you live in the Minneapolis area) or you want to donate - please take it to Pet Crossing before next Thursday, October 1st.
you "Need Stuff" - then please stop by Pet Crossing next Saturday, October 3rd, and buy something or make a donation.
you have a web site where you could post this information.
you have friends in the Minneapolis/Bloomington area that you could email with this information.

Thanks in advance for your help!
Chase Ya Later! - Opie

Post info:
YARD SALE FOR PETS IN NEED
Saturday, Oct 3 - 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.
at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic, Bloomington, MN
FREE EVENT - Items for sale benefit homeless pets
Age Suitability - All Ages
Tags: benefit, pets, donations, yard sale, homeless pets, Pet Crossing

Got Stuff? Pet Crossing Animal Hospital is hosting a yard sale on Saturday, Oct. 3rd, to benefit homeless pets in need of veterinary care. We're accepting items/donations through Oct. 1st; please drop items at the clinic (10861 Bloomington Ferry Road, Bloomington, MN) during regular business hours.

Don't Got Stuff? Come to the clinic on Oct. 3rd (8:00 a.m. - 3:00 p.m.) and see if you can find something you gotta have.

ALL PROCEEDS BENEFIT HOMELESS PETS IN NEED OF VETERINARY CARE.

Happy Hump Day!

2009-09-16T06:00:00.003-05:00

Yo Dawgs! Dopey Opie here...

So, dogmom has been hogging the computer again. Something about more classes and some family stuff. I think she's just playing games online or something. She said that she's not and that one of her cousins in Michigan died so she's looking up information. I never heard about any cousins in Michigan before... and what is a Michigan, anyways?

Anypaws... she laughed when she saw my notes for this post because she says I've been trying to hump Floyd the cat ever since Gomer crossed the rainbow bridge. You'd think she'd be glad... at least I'm not trying to gum him to death and swallow him like Gomer always did when he saw Floyd the cat.

By the way, I took some pictures of the preserve (since inquiring collies Essex and Deacon wanted to know), but dogmom misplaced the wire that connects the camera to the computer so I can't show them to you yet. I'll get on her (a.k.a. threaten to hump her to death) to find it soon.

Gotta run. Chase ya later.

Hi Dawgs, It's Opie!

2009-09-06T17:17:00.002-05:00

Yo dawgs! Dopey Opie here.

This will be a short post... mostly because the dogmom is taking the good-smelling clothes down the hallway to make them stink again. What is it about humans that makes them want their stuff to smell funny... like flowers and ocean breezes and stuff like that?

Tomorrow will be three weeks since Gomer crossed the rainbow bridge. Dogmom really misses him, I think. It's kind of a mixed blessing for me, though... cuz she wants more cuddle time and she seems to pay more attention to whether my teeth need brushing and my nails need trimming. She even threatened the dreaded water bath to make me smell like her clothes. Yuck.

I kinda miss him too... but I'm relieved that I don't have to be naughty to take the pressure off of him.

Anyways... dogmom's back now and she said something about walking to the preserve again.

Chase Ya Later...
Opie

Gomer Has Crossed The Rainbow Bridge

2009-08-18T19:19:00.002-05:00

Last night, at 7:15 p.m., I held Gomer's head as he quietly walked across the rainbow bridge.

He noticeably hadn't felt well for about a week, which I attributed to the stress of moving to a new place, then leaving on vacation, then bringing back a puppy from Ohio to live with us for a week. But, when he wouldn't eat at all, I noted that he was severly jaundiced and rushed him into the vet at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital. The bloodwork, of course showed very high liver values.

I tried very hard to ignore his pleas to let him go; I wanted the analytical me to win. To run all the tests and get all the information before making the ultimate decision. But, after five hours of treatments and IV fluids, I looked into his eyes and he asked me to please let him go. It was one of the most difficult things I've had to do. But I know in my heart that I did the right thing. Maybe not for me, but for him.

I miss him horribly and expect that I will for a very long time. I take comfort in knowing that I am a much better person for having accepted the scared little dumpster dog into my home, my life and my heart.

To steal a post idea from Hercules' dad when Herc crossed the rainbow bridge, here's a short list of things that I learned from Gomer. As those who knew him will understand, he taught me so much more than the items listed below... but these are the things I remember today.

Things I learned from Gomer...

This world is a scary, dangerous place. But, with the right people to watch your back, everything will turn out ok. That... and a lot of the things that we fear the most aren't really all that scary once we understand them.
Every single being, no matter what their faults and how mean they can be, has value. Even the guy who threw Gomer in the dumpster had value… if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had Gomer as a part of my life for the past nine years.
With the right encouragement and acceptance, every single one of us can excel at fulfilling our purpose in life. Gomer’s first evaluation was that he’d always be feral and never be a good pet. Luckily, enough of us believed more in him than in the opinions of the “experts.”
Don’t always act in the way that someone else believes is appropriate. Sometimes you need to run around like a crazy person and release pent up energy. And, sometimes you just need to lie down and let someone who loves you rub your belly.
Life is what you make it. You can be scared, dissatisfied and blame others for your problems… or you can accept what it is and hold onto the hope that the rewards and treats will always come later.
If your people can’t hear your words, talk to them with your eyes, your paws and your tail. And keep communicating how much you love them until they understand.

Opie and I are doing fine, all things considered. Thank you for listening with your eyes today.

Dogmom

Shhhh...

2008-11-04T11:08:00.001-06:00

It's dogmom's barkday today!

Wuf Ya!

Hey Dawgs! - Help us!

2008-10-18T11:03:00.002-05:00

We've been banned from the computer ever since dogmom got her two new jobs.

First, she got a different computer. And she kept hogging it so that we couldn't post.

Then, she actually started taking it with her places so that we couldn't post.

Now, she's saying something about we should tell people that a new Dogs' Aye View is coming soon. Something about new design and features or something. We think she's lost her dog biscuits.

Help us, paw-leeese!
Wuf Ya!

Pet Food Recall

2008-09-13T08:25:00.000-05:00

Mars Petcare Recalls Some Dry Pet Foods

FRANKLIN, Tenn. (AP) — Mars Petcare US announced a voluntary recall Friday of all dry pet food products produced at its plant in Everson, Pa. between Feb. 18 and July 29, citing potential contamination with salmonella.

Mars, in a news release, did not say how much pet food is involved, but said the recall reaches 31 states and various brands and said the action was taken as a precaution.

"Even though no direct link between products produced at the Everson plant and human or pet illness has been made, we are taking this precautionary action to protect pets and their owners," the company statement said.

Mars said it stopped production at the plant July 29 when it was alerted of a possible link between dry pet food produced in Everson and two isolated cases of people infected with salmonella.

Mars said salmonella can cause serious infections in dogs and cats and, if there is cross contamination caused by handling of the pet food, in humans also.

The company said consumers should look for "17" as the first two digits of the second line on the UPC for products affected. For Pedigree products, they should look for "PAE" on the bottom line. They can also call 1-877-568-4463 or consult www.petcare.mars.com.

The brand names include some items under the names Country Acres, Retriever, Doggy Bag, Members Mark, Natural, Ol' Roy, Special Kitty, Paws & Claws, Pedigree, Wegman's, Pet Pride, PMI Nutrition and Red Flannel.

http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/food/2008-09-12-pet-food_N.htm

Gomer's Adoption Day!

2008-09-01T06:34:00.003-05:00

Dogmom said I'm supposed to post today since it's my pawdoption anniversary!

Eight years and two days ago today, dogmom saw me hiding under a folding chair in the lobby at Friends for Life Animal Sanctuary in Gilbert, AZ. Of course, I already knew who she was because she found me in that dumpster in Guadalupe about six weeks before. But she said she didn't recognize me.

Something about me getting bigger. I don't remember that part.

Anypaws... dogmom didn't take me home right away, but came to Keiko's house to get me a few days later. I was scared. I spent the whole first day hiding under the cubby hole in the kitchen counter.

Then, she showed me the doggie door. It smelled like her other dog Floppy, who had crossed over the rainbow bridge. I liked the doggie door. Well, except for when it spanked my butt when I wasn't going fast enough. So, I learned really quickly that the goal must be to run through it as fast as you can ... and as many times as you can.

In any case, it seems like a lifetime ago. Dogmom says that even if she had known then that I would have bad hips and toe fungus's and really bad teeth and a sensitive stomach... well, that she still would have brought me home.

Gotta go tear up Floyd's toys now. Later, dawgs!

Wuf Ya!

Pet Fest, Ren Fest ...

2008-08-16T20:15:00.001-05:00

So, dogmom is working this weekend. Or, so she says. She came home smelling like other dogs.

She said she's working at the Pet Crossing booth out at the PetFest at the Renaissance Festival in Shakopee. We think she's doing something else.

I mean, whenever else she works with the people at Pet Crossing, we get to go. I mean, well, we get to go sometimes. Other times, she makes us stay home.

We don't know what this Renaissance Festival is. I mean, we probably wouldn't want to go, since we don't know what it is and all. But when she said Pet Fest... I mean, then we were interested, ya know?

We heard her talking to Tory at Dog Pad when she got home, too. I mean, well, at least if she's going to go play with other dogs, well, she should let us go do the same, dontcha think?

Wuf Ya!

Floyd Bit Dogmom

2008-08-06T21:45:00.004-05:00

Again.

He's a naughty kitty. I think that's why she's packing her suitcase and she said that Randi's going to come and take care of us for a few days. She says no... but I think that's it...

See?

I mean, well, I'd leave if Floyd did that to me! And I'm not too upset that we don't spend too much time with him... if that's what he does to dogmom.

Anyways, she said she's been planning this trip for a while. She just didn't tell us about it because we aren't going to Dog Pad. Instead, Randi's going to come and visit three or four times a day to make sure we're behaving ourselves.

Like we don't always? Harumph... as Tosca would say.

Anypaws, we hear that Gemi's doing really well since her surgery. Her recheck appointment is on Thursday, so if we can pry dogmom away from the computer, we'll post what Randi finds out.

I, on the other hand, am still swollen and milking it after my surgery on Monday. See?

Wuf Ya!

Hercules Went to the Rainbow Bridge

2008-08-05T13:09:00.005-05:00

'Member Hercules? We didn't talk about him a lot, but we mentioned him on our blog a couple of times. He went to our doggie birthday party. See here. And here. He didn't particularly like us... cuz we're bigger than him and he had a big ego, being a Corgi and all...

Anypaws... dogmom used to work with Hercules' dad. And here's what Herc's dad had to say about him:

HERCULES’ GUIDE TO BECOMING A BETTER PERSON

Pictured is Hercules, the Weber family’s pet of the past 11-plus years.

I wouldn’t normally talk about my home life in a blog that is mostly news and notes for Southwest editors and reporters. However, I’d like to share five things that Hercules has taught me about becoming a better person, colleague, boss and perhaps even journalist.

1) It’s not always about you. Raising children can wear you out, but having a dog is humbling work, too. You need to feed, walk, entertain, groom, train and, yes, especially love a dog if he or she is truly a part of your family. You might think you’re a big shot, but – seriously – who rules and who drools when it’s you that’s carrying the bag of dog droppings while walking down a busy street?

2) Praise matters. I believe we’re somehow hard-wired to enjoy hearing our name linked to a compliment – though it may not show as much in humans, since we don’t have a tail that wags. (Actually, Hercules is a Welsh corgi, a breed that has its tail docked while still young. But when praised, he can still get a pretty good shake going in the trunk vicinity.) Lay some praise on a co-worker or news source, and mean it.

3) Believe in people. My dog does, greeting me at the door after work every single evening with the unstoppable conviction that nap time is over and the fun will now begin. Even though I don’t always deliver. That’s true faith in another, which among humans – especially hardened, skeptical journalists – is often in short supply.

4) Get out there and play. Sometimes just getting outside and going for a walk is enough to forget about the heavy burdens we sometimes shoulder at work. Scientific studies back me up on this. And there’s nothing like dog ownership to provide the daily motivation to take that stroll.

5) Life’s too short. Enjoy your family, friends and colleagues … today, tomorrow and every single day. I’ve come to learn this lesson recently, and the hard way. Hercules died yesterday, after going through a quick but fatal slide caused by liver and kidney disease. He was an important part of our family, and the best friend I’ve ever had. May God bless his soul.

Until next time … thirty-dash.

Herc was a special little guy with lots of spirit. He's going to be missed. We hope he's playing in the rainbow bridge meadow with Floppy, Tosca's kitty, Tasha and all the other pets we've temporarily said goodbye to.

Wuf Ya!

Back Under the Knife...

2008-08-05T07:30:00.008-05:00

So, dawgs...

I think some of you know that I went in to see Dr. Kate last week to fix the tooth that I broke the top off of... again. It was the lower right canine tooth. I had a root canal on that one I think with Dr. Visser in Arizona before I moved to Minnesota. Or maybe he did the upper right canine tooth. I don't remember exactly.

Anypaws, it was the lower right one that had a root canal a long while ago and then last week I broke off the restorative sealant off the top of the tooth. So Dr. Kate sedated me and tried to fix it even if it was only going to be temporary until next time I had to get the anesthesia.

Well. Dogmom says I must have decided I wanted some more surgeries. Cuz I broke off the restorative again over the weekend and had to go back to Pet Crossing yesterday. I had lots of stuff done and could feel that Dogmom was anxious about it. She kept saying "Awe, Gomer!" and "Geesh." and "Now what?" while I was sleeping.

I had to have two more big teeth pulled that were broken. Dr. Kate was able to fix the canine tooth so it didn't have to come out. (Dogmom says to tell you it's the nubby little one closest to my tongue in the top picture below.) And, Dr. Kate lanced my eyelid where the wasps or spiders bit me a couple of weeks ago and got out bunches of gunk and probably a stinger or two.

Dogmom says I don't look nearly as georgeous as Gemi when I wake up from anesthesia...

She says I look more like a drunken sailor that lost the bar fight. Not sure what that means, but it kinda made her laugh. Today... I'm hiding in the corner with my swollen cheek and eye...

Trying to avoid the dreaded ice hand that wants to hold my head.

Wuf Ya!

It's Opie's Adoption Anniversary!

2008-08-01T11:54:00.003-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

We're at Dog Pad today so that dogmom can clean up the messy mess that I made on the carpet after my twoofer surgery on Tuesday. (I chipped off the top of my lower right canine that had the root canal a while ago.) No worries... Dr. Kate fixed it up nice while I was sedated, though dogmom said that it was a temporary fix and might have to be finished next time I go under... whatever that means.

Anypaws... today's post isn't supposed to be about me. It's suppose to be about Opie.

He's too busy to post since he's in time-out at Dog Pad for getting grumpy with Bear. So maybe he'll do his official adoption anniversary post when we get home tonight.

Oh yeah... other news. Dogmom got a full-time job! We might let her post one day and tell you about. But for now, we gotta go make Tory Chuck-It! some more balls!

Wuf Ya!

Gemi's Surgery Went Wonderfully!

2008-07-24T11:55:00.003-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

We won't talk about the fact that we spent the whole day at Dog Pad on Wednesday. Or the fact that we didn't get to go to Pet Crossing with dogmom. Or the fact that dogmom spent the day with Gemi and Randi instead of with us. Or even the fact that she forgot about us at Dog Pad.

Yup... she forgot to come pick us up. Completely. She called Tory after we were all fed and tucked in for the night. Can you believe it?

Anypaws. We're not talking about that today. 'Cuz we know she was helping Gemi and Randi with Gemi's mouth surgery.

And since we've both gone through several mouth surgeries, we know what Gemi was going through. And how Randi was nervous. So it was good that dogmom was there to help them.

What we wanted to talk about today is that dogmom said that Gemi's surgery went really well! She's a little (literally!) trouper.

She had to have 14 twoofers pulled. All in the front. All her top front teeth, including her canine fangs. And all her little bottom teeth in the front.

She got to keep her bottom canine teeth. (Whole ones... not half of them like Opie and me.) And she got to keep all of the other teeth in the sides and the back that she had. We say it that way because she actually had nine teeth that were missing from her little mouth that had never developed. Good thing, cuz her mouth was so small she probably would have had to had them pulled, too.

Anypaws. Gemi still has 19 teeth so she will be able to play and look pretty and, more importantly, eat crunchy food and treats after her mouth heals.

We think she's beautiful... even with those missing teeth and her mouth a little swollen after surgery...

What do you think?

Gemi's Surgery is Wednesday!

2008-07-22T21:55:00.002-05:00

Hi dawgs! We want to thank all the DogsAyeView blog readers who donated money and good wishes to Gemi and Randi so that Gemi can get her mouth fixed and not be in pain any more. Her surgery was scheduled for August 6th... but it got moved ahead and it will be tomorrow (today if you're reading this on Wednesday...)!!!

So, dogmom said that she'll be busy at Pet Crossing with Gemi and Randi and their mom and dad. We're gonna go to Dog Pad for the day... dogmom thinks it will make us forget that Gemi's having her surgery. We think that's just foolishness. We'll just think of Gemi while we're playing with Tory.

Dogmom said she'll try to post for us while we're at Dog Pad... or Randi might try to post on the IMOM.org web site during the day. It all depends on how things are going. (Not posting doesn't necessarily mean bad news... it just means they're busy keeping Gemi safe and calm.)

So, everydog, put your paws together and say some puppy prayers for Gemi, Randi and the Raymonds that everything goes smoothly.

Wuf Ya!

Yucky Ice, two...

2008-07-18T00:01:00.003-05:00

Hi dawgs.

So, I went to work at Pet Crossing with dogmom. Opie stayed home.

I got to see Dr. Kate and Jesse and watch dogmom work. Opie stayed home.

I got to get a special CET chew treat from Dr. Kate for being a good boy. Opie stayed home.

Dr. Kate looked at my yucky eye and said that it was a severe allergic reaction to a bug bite or sting. Maybe a plant toxin (dogmom thought I got into the thistles by the trail on our walk.) But most likely a wasp sting or something along those lines. There were four little stinger sites on my eyelid and on my cheek.

Did I mention that Opie stayed home?

Anypaws, dogmom has to get me an Epi-Pen since the Benadryl that she gave me probably won't keep working very well if there is a next time. And dogs with reactions as severe as the one I had (good thing dogmom gave me some Benadryl AND put some ice on my eye!) can die before they get to the hospital.

So, all is well. My eye isn't swollen hardly at all any more. I'm not really sure what all the fuss was about... though I do like to go to Pet Crossing without Opie. (Did I mention that he stayed home?)

Opie decided that he missed me at home, I guess. 'Cuz he ripped up my fleecy blanket in my kennel and he ripped open the bag of my blown winter coat that dogmom had furminated. My hair was everywhere when we came in. (Some angel he is, huh?)

Wuf Ya!

Yucky Ice

2008-07-17T10:45:00.006-05:00

Ok dawgs. I'm not 'xactly sure what's up. My eye feels kinda funny.

Dogmom says I have yucky ice. I like ice. I don't think it's yucky at all.

But, she keeps on going "Eeeyoooh! Gomey, you got yucky ice." And then it doesn't stop there. She keeps wanting to look at it and put ice on it.

I mean if the ice is yucky, why in dogdom does she think I want her to put it on my eye like that?

Anypaws... she says I have to go with her to work today so that Dr. Kate or Dr. Barghusen can take a look at it. I think you guys should look and tell me what YOU think! The first two were taken before she put the yucky ice on it. The last two are taken after she put the ice back in the cold box where she keeps the good food.

Wuf Ya!

Home from Dog Pad

2008-07-16T08:41:00.012-05:00

We had a blast at Dog Pad this weekend while dogmom went to the wedding in Ohio. Dogmom said these pictures show how we behaved while she was gone...

Tory told dogmom that I was trying to get attention by barking all the time and not listening to her. Since Opie was behavin', I had to do something, ya know? I mean... it's not like she was busy doing anything else... well, um, maybe she was... 'cuz there were a lot of dogs staying at Dog Pad over the weekend. Something about it being summer vacation.

Anypaws, that's why I needed the attention!

Opie was an angel. I think he needs some psycho help. Dogmom thinks that we both do... if one of us behave, the other one doesn't. She's getting exhausted trying to figure out how to get us both to be good at the same time!

(We think she loves the challenge!)

Wuf Ya!

(Oh, yeah... almost forgot... she told us to let you know that Gemi's surgery is scheduled for August 6th! Between all of you who helped... and IMOM.org ... and Randi's clients who helped ... we raised all the money she needed to get Gemi's mouth fixed! Yea!!!)

Sumptin's Up!

2008-07-09T08:21:00.005-05:00

We aren't sure what's going on today, but sumptin's up.

Dogmom used the tiny brush on our mouths this morning. First Opie and then me. We don't mind it, really. The gooey stuff tastes like chicken.

Then she squirted that liquid into our ears. And squished it around. And then she wiped it out. (We've not figured that one out yet... why she bothers to squirt it in if all she's going to do is wipe it out again.) Anypaws, then she put some other liquid in our ears. Goofy human.

Then she gave us pedicures. Said our talons needed to go. She tried to take a picture of the ends of our toes that she cut off... but the camera is dead. Anypaws... she told us some of the tips of our toes were like a half inch long... whatever that means. Oh yeah, we don't really mind when she takes the ends of our toes off... it doesn't hurt and it means we get extra treats. Dogmom goes one - two - three - four - TREAT! So every time she picks a new paw to pick on, we get a treat.

Didn't used to be that way with Opie. He fought and fought and fought whenever she tried to touch his feet. It took a lot of practice... and I had to show him the right way to get the most treats... but now he does ok.

And then she put some allergy drops in our eyes. She doesn't seem to like it when our eyes get all goopy for some reason.

Anypaws... we heard her talking to Tory at Dog Pad this morning. We think we're gonna go stay there for a while the way it sounds. Something about a wedding in Ohio and dogmom having to fly on a plane. (I did that once when I was a puppy. I didn't like it one bit! In fact, I let the whole plane know the whole time that I was on it. I howled and barked and whined so loud that they could hear me up in the cabin! Dogmom said at least she knew that I made the connection.)

If we're going to stay at Dog Pad, then we probably won't post till we get back. Tory doesn't let us use her computer... but that's ok, 'cuz we're too busy having fun!

Wuf Ya!

Scooby Crossed the Rainbow Bridge

2008-07-08T05:11:00.004-05:00

We don't think any of you knew our Scooby. He didn't have a dog blog. But that doesn't mean he wasn't a special puppy. He was too busy keeping our friends' house in order and protected from all the threats that can occur in Arizona.

Like blowing tumbleweeds and dust and birds that land on the patio.

We think that maybe Scooby went across the rainbow bridge in order to smooth the way for Stetson. Dogmom said that Scooby's mom and dad described him best:

"Our best companion and protector for over 16.5 years, Scooby, crossed over the rainbow bridge on Saturday, July 5th. His spirit remained strong until the end. He was at peace and ready to go. We were able to let him go from the physical world and know that he will always remain in our hearts.

Please smile when you think of him and hug somebody you love today. Scooby brought us immeasurable joy and taught us many life lessons. He was also an incredible healer with a heart of gold and a warrior spirit. We miss him greatly. The attached pic is of his majestic self in our backyard in 2005.

It has been a week of huge loss in terms of losing a friend to cancer and other animals we know with a resounding lesson of learning to let go. May God Bless them all. We honor the circle of life and acknowledge the many blessings we have, including all of you. We pray peace for all.

Our heartfelt thanks go to some very special people who have helped and supported us taking care of Scooby physically and spiritually along the way over the past few months and right up until the end."

Give your masters, owners, dogmoms and dogdads extra hugs and puppy licks from Scooby today, k?

Do People Go Over The Rainbow Bridge, Too?

2008-07-07T08:02:00.004-05:00

Dogmom is very sad today.

We've been licking her face most of the night and it tastes salty.

She said that her friend Stetson in Arizona went to heaven yesterday morning. We don't know where heaven is... but we don't like it if it makes dogmom sad.

We do like Stetson, though. He was a very special guy. Not only because he was a Colonel in the Air Force. Or because he had a handle-bar mustache and a shiny head. Or because he had a turtle named Prince. Or because he was the bestest ever guy to everyone he met.

Stetson loved dogs. He especially loved Weimereiners... but he pretended that we were part Weimereiner when we lived in Arizona... because he loved us, too.

When I, Gomer, was a puppy, and Stetson found out that I was afraid of men and baseball caps, he always wore one whenever he came over to our house. And he laughed when I barked and growled and bared my teeth at him. Then know what he did? Huh?

He would take off his baseball cap and throw it. And I would chase it and bite it and try to shred it apart. And he would laugh. And dogmom would be horrified. And Stetson would say that he has lots of baseball caps. And then he'd put on another one and we'd start the game all over again.

Know what? I'm hardly afraid of men in baseball caps anymore. (Except the really scary ones!)

And, when Opie came to live with us, Stetson really liked his sillyness. He thought Opie acted like a Weimereiner sometimes. He told dogmom that Opie was really smart... even if he wouldn't learn to sit. He used to laugh at Opie. When Stetson would come to our house, Opie would sit down and wiggle his tail. And then, when Stetson wasn't paying attention, Opie would jump up and lick him in the face. This was a feat, see, 'cuz Stetson was 6'4" tall!

Anypaws... Stetson went to heaven yesterday. When we were leaving Arizona (2002), Stetson found out he had some tumors in his liver. They were cancer... endocrine pancreatic cancer that metastasized in his liver. Most patients with his kind of cancer live less than five years.

Stetson did all the treatments... and some that were experimental. Some worked for a while. Some didn't work very much. Some seemed to work really really well.

But, finally, the cancer won. More and more tumors started growing in his liver. And then they started moving into his stomach. And then he passed away.

It's ok, though. He fought the good fight for six years. And, he had a really good quality of life until last Friday. And we know he went to heaven.

So, put your paws together to say a puppy prayer for Stetson's family - especially his wife Tess and their "daughter" (neice living with them) Teresa.

Is Heaven anywhere near the Rainbow Bridge?

Wuf Ya!

UPDATE! Gemi's at "All Funds Raised" !!!

2008-07-06T15:06:00.003-05:00

HI everydog!

We just heard the news that the fundraising through IMOM.org has Gemi's surgery cost at the "All Funds Raised" level! This means that Randi can schedule the surgery!!! Wonderful animal angels across the world (including some DogsAyeView readers!) donated money for Gemi's surgery.

The funds will pay the low estimate for the surgery. Hopefully, the costs won't be more than that! So put your paws together that that is the case!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! to everyone from Dogs' Aye View who sent some monies in!

If you missed Gemi's fundraiser and you still feel compelled to donate, IMOM.org is dedicated to removing the financial burden that keeps pets in pain or in need of medical attention from getting the care that they need. This weekend is an excellent example of the work that they do...

Gemi has waited almost a year for Randi to raise the funds for her surgery. Randi, who single-handedly works two jobs to live with and care for her ailing parents, had managed to raise about $800 in that time.

This weekend - with your help - IMOM.org raised $1200 to get to the estimated $2000 cost for the surgery! That is totally PAWSOME, don't you think? We do.

We just have one more request.

Would everyone who reads this and has a blog or a Web site please put up a link to IMOM.org on their site? We've got to help spread the word about this fantastic volunteer-run organization! For 10 years, they've been helping to pay for surgery, medical care or medications for animals that wouldn't get it otherwise.

Oh yeah... Randi will be putting updates on IMOM.org regarding the status of Gemi's surgery -when it will be and how it went - so you can stay posted if you want!

Wuf Ya!

Last Day for Matching Funds for Gemi!

2008-07-06T10:47:00.002-05:00

We hope everydog and everyhuman are having a wonderful weekend!

Today is the last day for matching funds for Gemi's surgery fund. We still need $257 to get her surgery funded... with Lisa's generous match at IMOM.org... we only need $138 in actual donations. We would absolutely love it if Gemi could get in for her surgery next week, wouldn't that be pawsome?

If you can spare a few dollars, today would be the day. Dogmom didn't take us for our regular Sunday morning Caribou and newspaper run this morning (we get dog biscuits from the barista!) ... said she's donating that money to Gemi today.

It's ok, though... dogmom still gave us a cookie this morning!

Oh, yeah... she said we have to tell you that after Opie barfed up all the M&M's he was fine. No adverse effects other than being hungry again.

Wuf Ya!

KWC Keen Eyes - Double Dates

2008-07-05T06:18:00.003-05:00

Ok. Ok.

So, while we were busy eating dogmom's chocolate that she bought for the people at Pet Crossing for taking such good care of us at our annual exams (we'll post about that soon)... the Key West Collies were actually reading the posts about Gemi and the updates on IMOM.org.

Know what they found out? Huh? Do Ya?

Well, being the perfect Collies that they are, they found out that any monies donated for Gemi's surgery through IMOM.org's donation page here (put "GF-Gemi Raymond" in your note/memo line) will be matched through SATURDAY! Not just one day like dogmom thought. But all day yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Double your donation! Every dollar helps!

Thanks!!!

July 4th Chocolate!

2008-07-04T18:20:00.003-05:00

This post will have to be short. Dogmom's mumbling something about thinkin' we were supposed to be smart dogs... something about not learning our lesson... something about wondering what she's gonna do with us.

That, and we're relegated back to our crates... something about her not liking the brown lakes we left on the hallway, bathroom and kitchen floors. It's all her fault. If she didn't make us drink that yucky bubbly syrup, we wouldn't have spat up all the chocolate on the floor... we would have kept it in our tummies!

Something about re-reading here and here and here... and finally, especially here...

Dogmom here... While I went to do the boarding shift at Pet Crossing this morning, Opie and Gomer decided to help themselves to the human treats on top of the fridge - a large bag of M&Ms, some potato chips was as far as they got before I arrived home two hours later. I called our vet at home and induced vomiting on both dogs since I didn't know who ate how much. Gomer vomited breakfast... Opie gave me breakfast, the remains of both the inside and packaging for a large bag of M&Ms and a handful of undigested potato chips.

Both the boyz are snoozing on the living room floor. Heart rates and respiration rates normal. None the worse for wear, thank dog.

We're still trying to help raise funds for Gemi's surgery. (See posts from the last few days.) Randi is really special to us. We would not be asking for help if my job at the newspaper had not been downsized in April. Any support - financial, moral, prayer or thoughts - is vastly appreciated. If you can spare a few dollars, all funds donated through IMOM.org this weekend will be matched - so it's like you're giving double! You can donate through IMOM here. Don't forget to note "GF - Gemi Raymond" on your donation!

Wuf Ya!
DogMom

Matching Funds Today for Fundraiser!

2008-07-04T02:31:00.005-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

Ok. Ok. Last time we'll mention that Gemi needs money for her surgery! But we couldn't help sending out one last plea and telling everybody that any amount that is donated today, July 4th, will be matched by one very generous IMOM.org volunteer and sponsor!!!

So, if you can give $1, it equals $2 today. And if you can give $5, it equals $10 today. And if you can give $20, it is the same as if you gave $40!

Visit the IMOM.org donation page here if you can help at all.

Thanks, dawgs!

We'll keep giving updates about Gemi... but we'll stop asking for money now.

Wuf Ya!
Gomer, Opie and Floyd

More Information about Gemi

2008-07-03T12:00:00.004-05:00

Hi dawgs!

I got approval to post links to Gemi's content pages on IMOM.org, who is also helping with fundraising to enable Gemi to get her surgery. If you donate through IMOM.org, the donation may be tax deductible. You can use a number of different payment methods, too. Be sure to note "GF-Gemi Raymond" in your payment note field.

First, a little background on IMOM.org. They are a wonderful organization, completely run by volunteers, that raises and provides funds for animals that need emergency treatment, surgery or chronic-care medications that the owner cannot afford. IMOM's (In Memory of Magic)background/history/mission can be read here.

You can read specific information about Gemi here and daily updates from Randi about how she is doing and progress we're making in her fundraising here.

If you're moved to donate, your donation through the IMOM.org web site may be tax deductible. You can donate here.

If you're hesitant to donate online, you could send a check directly to Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic. This is not tax deductible, but will go directly to Gemi's surgery and aftercare costs if you put "For Gemi Raymond/Randi Raymond Account" in the memo line of your check. Send the check to:
Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic
10861 Bloomington Ferry Road
Bloomington, MN 55438
Phone: 952-884-8248

Also, Lake Minnetonka Pet Sitters, where Randi works and how we met her 'cuz she was Gomer & Opie's pet sitter/dogwalker before I lost my job, is doing a fundraiser during July. A portion of any mid-day dog walks or home visits scheduled with Randi during the month of July will be sent to Pet Crossing to help defer the cost of surgery. Contact Jody (info at tonkapetsitters dot com) at LMPS if you want information about scheduling a visit or two.

Thanks in advance for every dollar you can help with. Or, for your thoughts and prayers if that is all you can contribute!
Wuf Ya!
Gomer, Opie and Floyd
(And DogMom, too!)

Can You Help Us Help Randi?

2008-07-02T18:48:00.005-05:00

You remember Randi? She's the one that came to our house to take us on walks before the dogmom was downsized at the newspaper. Now we have to walk with dogmom. It's not nearly as fun.

Anypaws... Randi's dog Gemi is desperately in need of surgery to remove a bunch of teeth from her mouth. There are too many teeth for the size of her mouth and her mouth is crooked and infected because of it. They've been trying to save money for her surgery since last summer.

Then Randi's dad had to stop working because of his health. And then Randi's mom got sick and was in the hospital for a month. And Randi lives with them and takes care of them and works two jobs to pay for everything.

Anypaws... Gemi has been on pain meds and antibiotics for almost a year in anticipation of eventually getting surgery. Now, she needs the surgery SOON! The meds are wreaking havoc on her little 12 pound body. Here's a picture of Randi and Gemi (the tiny one) and Gemi's brother Teddy and Randi's dad that we posted after the Iron Dog Triathlon last September.

Gemi's surgery will cost somewhere between $2000 and $3000. We won't know for sure until she's under anesthesia and xrays are done. She's going to Dr. Kate at Petcrossing (who does our teeth, too!) if we can help her raise the money.

If you're interested in helping, please contact dogmom by clicking on the "Bark Back" link on the left and sending an email. She'll send you information about how to donate money directly to Gemi's fund at Pet Crossing or through IMOM.org.

We'll be back to posting regularly really soon! Paw-miss!

Wuf Ya!
Gomer, Opie and Floyd...
and DogMom, too.

Two Events Next Weekend !

2008-05-26T10:23:00.005-05:00

Dogmom said there are two events coming up next weekend that will help pets that need a good home. At the first one, only the humans can attend... but at the one on Sunday, the pets can come, too!

On Saturday, May 31st:
Southwest Metro Animal Rescue is holding a Spring Fling Vendor Show! Home-based business owners will be showing off their wares and the event helps SWMAR to help abandoned, unwanted and homeless pets. SWMAR is a 100% volunteer organization that doesn't have a shelter facility; all of the animals are in foster care.

The Vendor Show is 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. at the Chaska Community Center. Address is 1661 Pine Ridge Rd. in Chaska, MN. Here's a map!

There will be over 25 vendors - Arbonne, Party Lite, Pampered Chef and jewelry makers, etc.! DogMom will be there selling wine-bottle serving trays and she's donating 20% of sales to SWMAR. There will also be a raffle and food/treats for purchase.

We hope you all can make it!

On Sunday, June 1st:
Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic is holding their third annual "FurEver Fun Day!"
Pet-related businesses, authors and artists will be there. You can tour the hospital where dogmom works part-time... and you can meet Dr. Kate and Dr. Hollee who fix our teeth!

The event will benefit Animal Ark Shelter and the Cornerstone Women's Shelter's "Protection for Pets" program - you know, the one we chose to give our barkday money to...

The event from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. at Pet Crossing. The address is 10861 Bloomington Ferry Rd in Bloomington, MN. Map and event details here.

DogMom will be there. We're not sure if we get to go (since she'll be working)... but we hope that you come!

Wuf Ya!

We're Very Sad about Tasha

2008-05-25T17:10:00.003-05:00

We're very sad to report that Tasha (of Tasha and Eva's Blog) crossed over the rainbow bridge yesterday.

We're especially bummed because we had just met Tasha and Eva a couple of months ago when they came to Dog Pad to meet Tory and to stay there with us a couple of days. It's never easy to leave a Dog Pad buddy... but especially hard when they're a dog-blog buddy, too.

We're going to do everything we can to help Eva get accustomed to being the main dog at her house. She's never lived there without Tasha, so we know it will be hard on her.

And, we hope that Tasha's mom and dad know how sad we are about their loss. We think they would appreciate knowing that all our dog-blog buddies care about them, too. Won't you leave them a message at their blog?

Wuf Ya!

We Got Tagged by Key West Collies!

2008-05-23T18:53:00.003-05:00

Hi dawgs. Sorry we've not been posting as regularly lately. It IS spring (finally!) and we've got lots of things to uncover and discover and smell in the yard and the wetlands.

That, and dogmom has been hogging the computer. Something about needing to find a job since she was downsized... whatever that means.

Anypaws, our buddies Essex and Deacon at Key West Collies tagged us for the Japanese Name Game. They said they tagged us for it because it is easy. We're trying not to be offended by that comment... since they're going to visit Ohio soon and that's where we want to go this summer, too.

Anypaws... here's how the Japanese name game works: To do this name game use the following key: A - ka, B - tu, C - mi, D -te, E - ku, F - lu, G - ji, H - ri, I - ki, J - zu, K - me, L - ta, M - rin, N - to, O - mo, P - no, Q - ke, R - shi, S - ari, T - chi, U - do, V - ru, W - mei, X - na, Y - fu, Z - zi. Then you tag a few friends.

So... Gomer's name is Jimo Rinkushi.

Opie is Mono Kiku. (Dogmom laughed at that one because mono is monkey in Spanish...)

Floyd is Luta Mofute.

And, maybe best of all... DogMom is Temoji Rinmorin.

We tag Buddha, Butchy and Snickers, Tosca and Wimsey.

Wuf Ya!

Another Pet Event This Weekend!

2008-05-17T18:49:00.002-05:00

Ok. So we didn't actually get to go to the Pet Fair in Shakopee with dogmom. But we know that she went because she came back smelling like all kinds of dogs. Big dogs and little dogs. Old dogs and young dogs. Black dogs and brown dogs and white dogs. Even a hairless dog, according to her... although we can't imagine that.

Tomorrow, Sunday, dogmom says that we can go to the Carver-Scott Humane Society's Walk to unite Pets and People again this year. We went the last two years. And, we behaved so we got to stay and walk with everybody. Sometimes it's hard when all those people and animals are around to behave, ya know?

Hope we'll see some of you there. It's at Lions Park in Chaska! The Walk starts at 1:00 p.m.,(registration at 11:30 a.m.), and lunch is at 2:30 p.m. There's more information HERE.

Wuf Ya!

Shakopee Pet Fair!

2008-05-16T20:29:00.002-05:00

TIME CORRECTION!

Saturday from 8 a.m. - 11 a.m.

At Lions Park in Shakopee, MN.
More info here or here or here.

Wuf Ya!

Fundraiser Update and Reminders...

2008-05-10T17:58:00.004-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

Dogmom finally 'membered that she didn't tally up Opie's barkday visitors and comments for his part of the Dogs' Aye View fundraiser.

Anypaws, before she tells you the results, let me bark that I knew that I was your favorite of the Dogs' Aye View pups. I made almost twice as much money as Opie did!

On Opie's barkday we had 64 visitors ($6.40) and 37 comments ($9.25). That's only $15.65 for the animals! (Aaaarrrrooooohhh! I raised $43.85 on my pupped-day!)

Dogmom felt bad for him, so she actually did count all the visitors and comments for the whole weekend, too. That means that Opie raised $26.50 and I still beat him by raising almost twice as much...

Anypaws... the total is $70.35. So, dogmom is going to donate $75 to the "Protection for Pets" program for the Cornerstone Womens Shelter. The program provides boarding and medical care for pets that otherwise might be left behind (or worse) if a woman wishes to leave an abusive situation. Research shows a high correlation between animal abuse and child/spouse abuse. Sometimes a woman will stay in an abusive situation because she can't take her pet to the shelter. This program, sponsored and funded by local veterinarians and hospitals, ensures that the animals have a safe place to stay while mom is getting the help she needs to get back on her feet.

Reminder!
If you live in the Minneapolis area, there are some fun pet events coming up...

Next weekend, May 17, is the Pet Fair at Lions Park (1103 Adams Street) in Shakopee. Fair is from 11 a.m. - 3 p.m.

Sunday, June 1, is the FurEver Fun Day at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic in Bloomington from 10 a.m. - 4 p.m.

See ya there!
Wuf Ya!

Hey Dawgs!

2008-05-09T17:16:00.003-05:00

We've been playing with dogmom for the past week and wondering why she's at home talking to people and working on the 'puter. Not that we mind... it means more ear rubs and tummy rubs and snacks and treats for us. Aaaannnndddd... we still have been going to Dog Pad to run and play.

Tory is helping dogmom to train Opie on some better obedience skills. He seems to be getting it and actually listening more. Dogmom says she knew he was smart... so smart he didn't think he had to listen to anybody.

Anypaws, he actually (sometimes) will heal and will come when he's called and sit-stay. Dogmom and Tory can open the door and tell him to stay and he actually does, until they walk out the door... then sometimes he thinks he should follow them even if they didn't ask him to.

But, it's a lot better than he was a few weeks ago when he went galavanting around the neighborhood chasing that squirrel for four hours.

Wuf Ya!

Shh.... Dogmom's not looking

2008-05-02T22:28:00.002-05:00

At our blog, that is. She's been really busy the past couple of days and she hasn't had time to look to see how many visitors Opie got on his barkday... and how many comments there are.

We think that if you keep commenting and visiting all weekend, that we can beg forgiveness after the fact and she'll still count the comments toward the fundraiser. Cuz she's kinda like that, ya know?

Tell everybody!

Wuf Ya!

It's Opie's Barkday!

2008-04-30T22:26:00.003-05:00

Send all your friends to visit our blog today (May 1, 2008)! Dogmom's doing the same fundraiser that she did on my pupped-day!

Each visitor to Dogs' Aye View today means $0.10 to a local animal rescue.
Each comment means $0.25.

The more the merrier! So go tell everydog and everycat and every hampster and, well, everybunny!

Wuf Ya!

We're Celebrities!

2008-04-29T10:42:00.004-05:00

Dogster.com sent us this quiz so dogmom could see what celebrities we are. Do you think these are really us?

Gomer = Will Smith

Leading Man

A fresh prince in the pursuit of happiness, Gomer is megastar Will Smith!

Putting the jazz back in jazzy, Gomer is always moving and grooving to the beat of his own internal drum. Not one to settle for second best, Gomer only takes on projects that are sure to draw attention and improve his pawpularity in the pack. Gomer's broad appeal across breed, age and gender lines means that his actions often lead to his being named best in show. Smooth, suave and debonair... he's the perfect pet to take home to Mommy. Not lacking in the looks department, Gomer‘s toothy (um, toothless) grin would send even the most furrocious group of alien invaders spinning helplessly back into space.

Opie = Johnny Knoxville

Up for Anything

The kind of pet that can leap tall fences in a single bound (or not, but give it a shot anyhow), Opie is the original Jackass, Johnny Knoxville!

Going through the pain so you don't have to, Opie knows that he trots a fine line between funny and stupid, but he doesn't care—he's laughing about it all the way to the pet store. His over-the-top antics make you grimace with fear and you often find it hard to believe that he actually enjoys playing the class clown. But Opie laps it up and continues to defy the odds, despite your warnings and concerns. Other males in the pack tend to be a little jealous of Opie, but the females find him simply dreamy. A die-hard good ol' boy, Opie is more of a General Lee type than a Knight Rider, but give him enough time to think things through and he's sure to find a way to wreck both vehicles at the same time.

Floyd = George Clooney

Mr. Hunky

Floyd is none other than superhunk George Clooney!

Turning heads everywhere he rolls, Floyd is a huge hit with both googly-eyed babes and older, wiser fans. Admirers will paddle across no less than eleven oceans just to get a glimpse of this A-List heartthrob in the fur. Floyd isn't in a big rush to settle down, so is often seen out on the town with the cutest members of the pack. Not just a looker, Floyd's activism knows no limits—enerpetically involved in the campaign to save Dogfur, Floyd is always looking for a worthy cause that he can sink his teeth into.

Wuf Ya!

Shocking Day and Reminder!

2008-04-28T08:50:00.002-05:00

Today's the day that Tory and Mike are going to help dogmom see if Opie can be collar trained like a hunting dog to come back when he is called. Wish 'em luck, so we don't have to find the Dopester a new home.

Also, we wanted to remind you that Thursday is Opie's barkday. And, dogmom is going to do the donation-raising thing like she did with my pupped-day on April 1.

You can find more details here:

http://dogsayeview.blogspot.com/2008/03/shhhh-tell-everydog.html

And here:

http://dogsayeview.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-dates-to-remember.html

And here:

http://dogsayeview.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-pupped-day-results.html

Opie thinks he'll be able to outdo my results. Ha!

Essentially, every visitor is worth a dime and every comment is worth a quarter. How much is Opie worth?

Guess we'll find out Thursday!

Wuf Ya! - Gomer

No Takers on Free to Good Home...

2008-04-25T08:29:00.002-05:00

Dogmom wants to know why nobody seems to want a really cute dog that keeps running away for fun. (Three Times is Dogmom's Limit)

Opie says that obviously, three is NOT the limit, since he keeps escaping and running and more and more people keep trying to get him to come back home, including dogmom.

Yesterday, he ran away again and didn't come when dogmom came home. And didn't come when Randi and dogmom tried to catch him. And didn't come when the neighbors in the neighborhood behind our house (seven of them!) tried to catch him.

And didn't come when dogmom screamed because he crossed Bavaria Road. And didn't come when he was seen running down the new section of Highway 312 (that isn't open yet, thank both dog and GOD!)

Know what made him stop?

He finally caught the squirrel he'd been chasing for four hours.

Dogmom saw him holding something and told him to drop it. He did.

Then he nudged it with his nose. And he started to run away again.

She said, "No, you gotta show me what you got." And he did.

And she nabbed him. And then she buried the squirrel under the pine tree where he used to live.

Damded dog.

Meanwhile, can somebody explain to me why I had to sit in the kennel for four hours while Opie was having all this fun?

I thought not.

Wuf Ya!

Opie Escaped from Randi ...

2008-04-23T10:39:00.002-05:00

And Gomer tried to eat the duck eggs.

Dogmom's pulling her grey hairs out.

Dogmom didn't want to laugh at Randi, but she's kind of glad that Opie finally broke her in after three and a half years of coming to walk us while she's at work.

Randi called and said that she was just relishing the thought that Opie was being a good boy on their walk. He didn't tug on the leash. He did his business; both jobs even. He paid attention to her commands and he strutted along-side her.

Then, when he came back inside... he waited for his opportunity. When she wasn't paying complete, 100% attention. When she was busy putting the leash on Gomer. Then, he made his move.

He ran right by them and bolted out the screen door.

He didn't come back when she called him.

He kept running when she tried to chase him.

He ran away whenever she got close to him.

He stopped and stared whenever she got too far away.

Just like he does with dogmom.

Randi called dogmom at work. And she laughed. And then she felt bad. She went home and talked to Randi and walked in the back yard.

When she called Opie...

Know what?

He came.
Right to her.
And stopped.

And she grabbed his collar and put the English rope lead on him. And he tried to bolt again. But couldn't.

So, he's back home (again). And everybody's at their wits' end about how to get him to stop it.

Wuf Ya! - Gomer (the good one)

Uh-Oh... All's Quiet ...

2008-04-21T10:54:00.003-05:00

Dogmom says that when things are quiet it means something's about to go awry at our house.

She's silly.

It was warm and springy at our house this weekend. We liked walking with dogmom on the new trail behind our house. It goes all the way under the new highway (that's not open yet). And past a couple of neighborhoods and eventually even links to the trail that went behind the house where we used to live.

We walked all the way over there yesterday and then we walked back. Dogmom was impressed that we didn't bark at the kids riding their bicycles on the trail, even though there were about eight of them.

And we didn't bark at the baby riding in the stroller with her mom and dad walking behind her.

And we didn't bark at the boy throwing sticks in the creek.

And we didn't bark at the neighbor with the Schnauzer while he was mowing his lawn.

And we didn't bark at the neighbor where the rabbits live under the trees when he was pulling the junk from his shed.

And we didn't even bark at Floyd when we saw him sitting in the window! Although, Gomer did think he could climb the side of the house and get to him for a minute.

Anypaws, we went to Dog Pad today to play. (Don't tell Dr. Hollee at Pet Crossing... Gomer's not supposed to go play yet; he has to wear his dreaded basket muzzle so that he doesn't play ball or tear his stitches out.

Wuf Ya!

Clean Teeth are So Much Better

2008-04-17T12:28:00.004-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

I'm feeling a lot better, 'specially since all the morphine and anesthetic has worn off and the world seems more normal now. I'm not hearing colors, as Tracy at Pet Crossing says!

As promised, here are some photos from my oral surgery. (If you click on the photo, you can see it bigger.) First, some "before" and "after" shots of how great a job Eliza and Tracy did when they cleaned my twoofers:

Right Side:

Left Side:

And, here is the picture they took of my broken twoofer (ULPM4 for those dentistry-minded dogs among you...) before Dr. Holle e took it out for me.

Ouch! Can you imagine if dogmom didn't find that?

I'm sure glad my dogmom brushes my teeth regularly (even though not always every day like she should... sorry Dr. Kate!). Because she brushes my teeth, she found my broken tooth before it got too infected and my whole mouth got sick. She says that's one reason why Opie and Floyd and me have to be subjected to the humiliation all the time.

We don't mind... we get special treats (Hills Prescription t/d diet) whenever we get our teeth brushed.

Surgery - Only One Twoofer Out!

2008-04-16T09:26:00.010-05:00

Hi Dawgs!

I'm back. I'm laying kinda low and milking it for a few days. Dr. Hollee at Pet Crossing did a great job on my twoof yesterday. Here's what I looked like before surgery...

And, here dogmom is holding the twoofer that I broke after Dr. Hollee took it out. See how I cracked it the long way instead of just breaking off the tip like I usually do?

And, here's what my face looked like this morning before dogmom put some ice in a cloth!

She was laughing at me and said I looked like I was trying to hide a golf ball in my mouth. Good thing I'm on morphine ... I don't feel a thing.

Time for my nap... dogmom says I'm flying high in my sleep.

Wuf Ya!
(She's going to try to get the pictures and xrays to post tomorrow.)

Gomer Back to Surgery...

2008-04-15T06:41:00.004-05:00

Yo - Opie here.

I've been trying to tell dogmom something's wrong and doing everything I can to get her attention this past week. Instead of listening, she puts me in doggie jail and tries to find new ways to contain me to the yard.

Doesn't she get it that when I run away, it means that Gomer has another broken twoof?

Geesh. I don't know how I'm ever gonna get her trained.

Anypaws, Gomer went to Pet Crossing today to have Dr. Hollee take out some more twoofers. Dogmom thinks two or three more will be gone when he comes home.

Wuf Ya! - Opie

All's Quiet ...

2008-04-14T11:49:00.002-05:00

Things are kind of quiet at our house today. 'Course, dogmom says that's because the noisemakers are going to Dog Pad to play. We don't quite agree with that assessment... Floyd makes lots of noise sometimes...

He knocks things off the counters. And then he runs back and forth like a herd of whatevers. And he meows incessantly in the middle of the night.

Anypaws, Tory asked Dogmom to bring our tie-out stake to Dog Pad so she could alter it so that it has Opie's cable permanently attached and so that he can't get it off. Dogmom will show pictures of it if it works.

And, we're going to try to train Opie with one of those shock-collar trainers and see if it will motivate him to stay close to home... or at least to come when he's called. Nothing else seems to work.

And, oh yeah... Dogmom says she thinks I broke another tooth!

Wuf Ya! - Gomer

Three Times is Dogmom's Limit

2008-04-12T08:41:00.006-05:00

Free to a good home:

Strong-willed, muscular mixed-breed that will not come when called. His 48-pound frame is misleading; he's stronger than most 90-pound dogs with attitude. No one under 200 pounds or who can bench-press less than 300 pounds may take this dog.

He can jump a six-foot fence from a sitting position, run faster than most rabbits, mice and squirrels, and outsmart most civil engineers as to the most direct route to get somewhere without causing traffic to stop. Especially adept at twisting such that claw-clasp, spring-load and even screw-end cables come loose if he's motivated to leave the space you've regulated him to.

He's incredibly cute, face turning grey, and wrinkles his forehead when he thinks he might be in trouble. (Which is daily lately.) He will be 8 years old in two weeks (assuming he lives that long.) You can call him whatever you want; he doesn't answer to "Opie" anypaws.

Please send serious inquiries only to dogsayeview at aol dot com.

(Sorry dogs - dogmom stole my keyboard this morning and said she's posting, since last night Opie ran away for the third time this week. She did not go after him or chase him. She put a bowl of food and water in the garage and left the big door open about as tall as Opie is. About 25 minutes later, he came in to get a drink and when he started to eat, she hit the button and closed the door. He tried to run out, but didn't get there fast enough.)

I think she's really really mad at him this time. This morning, she took him outside on a leash to pee instead of letting him run around on the tie-out cable like me.

Wuf Ya!

Opie Ran Away ... (again)

2008-04-11T08:51:00.005-05:00

It was a dark and stormy night.

We were supposed to get 7 inches of snow. It was, instead, pouring rain and spitting sleet with high winds.

Weather not fit for woman nor beast.

What does the Dopey Opie do?

He runs away again.

Dogmom's lipid. And war-reed. And wet.

She came home twice to get dry socks and shoes or boots. And a dry coat. And a different hat.

After 2.5 hours, she said she didn't care if he ever came back.

(We know she didn't mean it.)

Meanwhile, Opie's trekking through our neighborhood. And the one behind ours. And the one closest to the new 312 highway. And the one across Bavaria Road. And the one behind that. And ours again. And the wetlands behind the house. And the construction area. And ours again.

Dogmom came inside. She hugged me and called me a good boy. She hugged Floyd.

She turned off all the lights. And she sat in the dark for a while.

Then, she got up. And she grabbed the keys. And she opened the garage door all the way. And she got in our truck. And she started it. And she started to back out of the garage into the driveway.

And she heard a clunk. And she stopped.

And Opie's standing by the side of the truck.

She had run over the tie-out cord that was still attached to him. So he couldn't go anywhere.

So she grabbed the cord and put him in the back of the truck.

And she drove back into the garage from the driveway.

And she came inside and left Opie in the truck. For forever.

Eventually, she went out and got him and put him in the doggie jail.
He was wearing his soaking wet sweatshirt. She took it off.
His paws were bleeding. She cleaned them and bandaged him.
He was shivering. She gave him a blanket and dried him with his towel.
Then she closed to the door on the doggie jail and left him inside.

I think he's in BIG trouble.

Wuf Ya!

Tagged by Key West Collies

2008-04-10T09:33:00.001-05:00

So...

First, we had to explain to dogmom what a book meme is... then we had to convince her that Opie's back home so she can quit fretting... then we had to make her get off the computer so we could post...

Anypaws, Deacon and Essex over at Key West Collies tagged us for the book meme.

Here's our entry:

"She'd always been able to control her emotions before. It had been easy to subjugate them to the greater good, that of the job. She'd better regain her grip."

We have to admit that the book isn't one of ours or dogmom's. But the rules say to pick up the nearest book... and that was in the cubicle next to dogmom's work. It belongs to Mollee, who lent it to Lisa. Lisa works in the cubicle next to dogmom's office.

The book is sushi for beginners by Marian Keyes.

Dogmom says she likes sushi... but she's not sure if she would like this book or not.

Anyways... here are the book meme rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open it to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to Mickey once you have posted it.

We tag Buddha, Tosca, Butchy and Snickers, Tasha and Eva, and Moco.

Wuf Ya!

Opie Ran Away

2008-04-09T10:35:00.002-05:00

Dogmom's sad. And angry. And upset. And concerned. And sad. And angry.

Yesterday was a normal day. Not much happening at our place. We stayed home all day, like we usually do on Tuesdays. Randi came and let us out to go potty and gave us a treat and some hugs and kisses and our dinner. And she did the same for Floyd upstairs.

Then we took our naps like we always do on Tuesday.

Then dogmom came home from working at Pet Crossing at about 9:30 p.m. And she clicked us to the tie-out cables and our tie-out stake in the back yard. It was cold, so we did our business quickly and came back in.

She gave us a little snack. Opie rang the bell on the door to say he had to go back outside. It's about 9:45 p.m. He can be so predictable sometimes.

So, she hooked us back up to the cables and opened the patio door. We went out. She stood in the door watching us. Still, nothing unusual here.

Then, Opie spotted something in the pine trees that separate our neighborhood from the next one.

He was really focused.

And he took off running.

And his cable came loose from the tie-out stake.

And dogmom took off running.

And he kept going.
And going.
And going.
Just like the Energizer bunny.

Dogmom came back a few minutes later and put me inside and took the big stick with the light in the end. Uh-oh. That usually means trouble.

At 11:00 p.m., she called the police. She was crying. I heard her say she lost track of him over by the new construction highway. No, his tags fell off his collar. Yes, he has a microchip. He's a hound mix, about 50 pounds. Looks most like a redbone coonhound breed. Yes, he's friendly. He likes men. No, he's got white paws and a white chest and face. Yes, the rest is reddish color. His name is Opie, but he probably won't answer to it. Oh, and he's dragging a 20 foot red cable behind him.

She kept going off to look for him. Sometimes in the car. Sometimes on foot.

At midnight, she opened the garage door a bit, in case he tried to come home from the cold. And she put me in the doggie jail - but she told me I wasn't in trouble. And she opened the patio door. It was cold. But I think that was so that he could come in if he came back home.

And she left again in the car.
And she came back... without him.
And she left again on foot.
And she came back... without him.

At 1:00 a.m., I heard her open the garage door and start up the truck again.

Then it stopped.
And I heard a man's voice.
And I heard dogmom talking to the man.

It sounded like the new man who has the three boxers and bulldog that lives a few houses over.

Dogmom screamed... "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh-peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Don't do that anymore.

And the man said he thought at first that he hit him (Opie) with his car. But then he thought he just ran over the cable, when he saw that. So he brought him home with him to check him over. And he didn't see any tags on him. But he seemed friendly. And he seemed hungry and he seemed cold.

So he gave Opie some food and was just going to go inside to get his dogs out of the garage so that Opie could stay there until he figured out what to do with him in the morning. He thought Opie lived in the neighborhood. But he was going to knock on the wrong house's door.

Anyways. He saved Opie. Or, at least he caught him.

Opie was freezing, shivering. Opie has some scratches on him and has some cuts and muddy paws. But that's all.

Dogmom's happy. And angry. And relieved.

Opie's sleeping.

Wuf Ya!

Hi Dawgs

2008-04-08T10:27:00.002-05:00

We don't have anything to say today... but we wanted to post anypaws.

Wuf Ya!

You Gotta Vote Now!

2008-04-04T10:11:00.005-05:00

We're giggling our galoshes off.
We're ROFL.
We're chasing our tails.
We're jumping for joy.
We're dog-dancing.
We're ...

Really bad accountants or statisticians or mathemeticians, according to dogmom. (One question: What the heck are those?)

Anypaw, she just got around to reading our blog from Gomer's birthday.

And, according to her, 281 x $0.10 plus 63 x $0.25 does not equal more than $50.
Wha-tev-er.

Anypaws, she's still going to donate $50 in Gomer's name. Since you all made the difference, she wants to know how you want us to donate it. Click the link at the top of our blog.

(And don't forget to mark your fire hydrant for May 1 for Opie's Barkday contest!)
Wuf Ya!

Angel Hates Meeces...

2008-04-03T08:20:00.004-05:00

To pieces...

This is Angel:

We haven't met Angel in dogson yet. Dogmom says she's too little and we might mistake her for a mouse or a rabbit or a squirrel, or worse yet, a kitten!

And, you all know how we act when we see one of those. We kind of go berserk and run and chase and growl and snarl and snark and chase and bite and...

Well, you get the picture.

Anyways, Angel has a problem.

For the past couple of weeks, Angel has found some mice's in her house. Can you imagine? I mean, they must be as big as she is. She says, "No," that they're just really noisy at night and they keep getting into her stuff in the cupboards and scratching on the ceiling and drinking the water out of the bathroom sink.

Those meeses are driving her crazy. Not to mention that she's not getting her beauty sleep. And, not to mention that her dogdad works with dogmom so he's not getting his beauty sleep either. And that's not a pretty sight; not a pretty sight at all.

Angel has killed three of the meeses and she took them to her dogdad. But she feels really bad about it. She'd rather they could catch them and let them loose outside. But, when they do, they seem to come back in again.

Frankly, we don't blame the little guys; it's still cold here in Minnesota. We wouldn't want to live outside either.

Anypaws, do you dawgs have any suggestions for Angel so she can go back to being a pampered pup and not have to catch meeses for her dogmom and dogdad?

Wuf Ya!

My Pupped-Day - Results!

2008-04-02T07:30:00.003-05:00

Hi everydog!

Thanks for all the happy pupped-day and barkday wishes yesterday! Here are the results, according to statcounter and blogger. (We're not using Google at the moment, because they stopped counting us for a few days and said we only had 138 visitors yesterday.)

According to statfinder, we had 281 visitors!
According to blogger, we had 63 comments!
That means more than $50 for a donation to needy animals!

Now... don't forget to mark your fire hydrant or your tree or your calendars to come back for Opie's Pupped-Day on May 1! He thinks he's gonna beat my numbers. Dopey Opie.

'Course, you could come back earlier than that if you want.

We're off to Dog Pad.
Wuf Ya!

It's My Pupped-Day!

2008-04-01T06:32:00.006-05:00

Yup. Today is the annifursary of the day I was pupped!

Sorry. There are no puppy pictures to share. Dogmom and Jennifer from Friends For Life didn't find me till almost three months from today in that dumpster. And then, when dogmom finally took me home, she took lots of pictures, but that was before everybody (and especially dogmom) could afford digital cameras. So the pictures we did have got lost when we moved to Minnesota when I was two.

Dogmom says I'm 8 years old. Dogmom says I'm her middle-aged old man.

Funny. I don't feel a day over four.

Anypaws, thanks for visiting today. And don't forget to leave a comment because of what we aren't supposed to tell you. (Details here.) Every visitor = 10 cents and every comment = 25 cents toward surgery for an animal that needs it or a donation toward an animal that doesn't have a home.

And don't forget to tell everydog and everycat and everybunny and everyhampster to visit today, too. Oh, yeah, and even your humans should visit if you think they can figure it out.

Wuf Ya!

We Met Floyd!

2008-03-31T10:46:00.009-05:00

Well, sort of.

We interrupt this post to remind you to tell everydog about Gomer's Birthday tomorrow, April 1 and what we're doing that's special... DON'T TELL DOGMOM! It's not an April fool's joke! It's ok to post it on your blog so long as you send us an email (dogs aye view at A O L dot com) to tell us you did. Now, back to our post.

Dogmom's been afraid to let us both see Floyd at the same time. She says we share a brain and that if one of us thinks it might be a good idea to chase and catch and unstuff the kitten, well, then she doesn't have any control over us because we both think it's a good idea.

But, apparently, it's not.

Anyways, she's been going in there for a while every morning and every evening. In the room upstairs that's attached to the bathroom. And we hear her talking to Floyd. And we here him purring really loud. And we hear her put food in his bowl and him eat it. And we hear her scratch on something and then smell something like pooh, but then that smell goes away again. And we here her throw toys and Floyd chase them.

We want to play too.

Anyways, this weekend the dogmom said she wanted to try a new test. She put up the pet gate that she used to use in our other house on the top of the stairs when she wanted us to stay in the basement. See it?

Then, she let Floyd out of the bathroom! See?

She said she was really proud of us because she knows we could jump that gate, but we didn't! And even though Opie scratched a little hole in it, he didn't try to push through it. And we all stood there for like forever. Well, maybe it was just 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. And then know what?

Floyd just walked away from us and went back into the bathroom and meowed really loud. Can you believe it?

Wuf Ya!

Big Mac's = Big Trouble!

2008-03-28T09:38:00.004-05:00

Hi Dawgs! Opie here.

I'm posting today to ask for your help. Cuz I'm in doggie jail. Well, not really... today I'm going to Dog Pad... but I might as well be in doggie jail with dogmom 'cuz I made her mad I think.

See, dogmom has had us on this diet thing. Dr. Kate says we look perfect now. Other people who knew us when we were fatter say that we look too skinny. I weigh about 48 pounds and so does Gomer. Dogmom says I can't say how much she weighs -- not that I know anyways -- but she beat both Gomer and me in our diets because she lost 21 pounds so far and I lost 7 and Gomer lost 12.

Anyways, that's not why I'm posting.

See, dogmom brought home a Big Mac the other night. You know what those are, right? They're really really bad for you because they're loaded with calories and fat and salt. We never ever get to eat them and dogmom doesn't eat them hardly ever either. But she really wanted a Big Mac after losing 21 pounds and so she bought one.

Then, she brought it home. She came inside and she put this fantastic smelling bag on top of the fridge. And she gave Gomer and me our dog food in our bowls. Some Nutro Natural Choice Lamb and Rice formula with some Hill's Prescription Diet t/d on top. Yum!

And she went upstairs to give Floyd whatever it is that she gives him. We don't know because we still don't get to go into the upstairs bathroom when he's in there.

Anypaws, while she was upstairs, I just had to investigate what that smell was on top of the fridge. First, I just tried to stand up and stretch really far. But I couldn't see it. So, then, I jumped up on the counter and tried to sniff it out. But I couldn't reach it. So then, I put my front paws on top of the fridge and left my back paws on the counter. But I still couldn't reach the bag. But I sure could smell it now.

And it smelled really good. Better than Nutro and t/d even. So I had to get closer.

So, I put my hind legs up on top of the fridge. And I got the bag and I stuck my nose in. And I opened the cardboard box that was holding my treat. Did I mention that I love it when dogmom makes getting the treat a game for me? Well, I do.

So, I was really happy with this situation. I was getting challenged and I thought I was doing pretty good at figuring out what it was that she wanted me to do. I had figured out how to get on the counter and how to get onto the fridge. Heck, I had even figured out how to get the bag and the box open. And, now I was getting my reward.

Then, I heard dogmom say, "Hi, Gomer! What a good boy sitting at the bottom of the steps... but where's Opie?"

Uh-oh. I think Gomer bark-narked on me.

Dogmom came downstairs and I froze. I mean, what could I do? I had lettuce hanging out of my mouth and the top of the fridge isn't big enough to hide very well when you're standing on it.

Dogmom was not very happy. She did that "Ooooooooohhhhhh-peeeeeeeee!" thing. Then, she went... "Noooooooooooo!" and a couple other words that I can't repeat.

She kept mumbling something about me getting sick and onions are bad and geesh, I'll probably get pancreatitis from the amount of fat in that. I think that's all good because it sure tasted yummy.

So, I don't get it. Why does she leave me these special treats and games if she just gets upset when I figure them out?

Wuf Ya! - Opie

1st Dates to Remember...

2008-03-25T10:42:00.008-05:00

April 1:
One week from today is Gomer's Birthday! (Remember what we're doing on his birthday that we're not supposed to talk about but we already did?)

May 1:
One month after Gomer's Birthday is Opie's Birthday! (Remember what we're doing on his birthday that we're not supposed to talk about but we already did?)

June 1:
Dogmom said that Pet Crossing where she works part-time is having another FurEver Fun Day! on June 1 from 10 a.m. - 4:00 p.m. You can meet the doctors and the staff, take a tour of the hospital, learn some cool stuff, see some vendors and maybe even get a bath and brush (or at least lots and lots of hugs and kisses from the people at Pet Crossing.) Dogmom put up some of the details here, or you can look on Pet Crossing's web site under "events" in a couple of weeks for more details. Hope we'll see you there!

And, here are a couple more events you might like!
April 8:
Happy Healthy Cats and Dogs class at Pet Crossing, April 8 from 6:30 - 8:30 p.m.

April 9:
Here's another event you might be interested in that Buddha and his mom told us about: Dog Day at the Metrodome on April 9th from 6-9 p.m.

Easter Bunny Pictures

2008-03-24T14:10:00.003-05:00

Is It the Easter Bunny?

2008-03-23T08:55:00.004-05:00

There's a little grey and brown bunny that showed up in our side yard this morning. We've seen its tracks for a while, but never saw the actual bunny until today.

Dogmom says it might be the Easter bunny, since it showed itself today.

We think she's foolin'. It looks a little straggly and hungry to us. Dogmom gave it some of our little carrot snacks that she keeps in the fridge; it ate them really fast. She thinks he's hungry.

We'd post the pictures that we took, but dogmom left the wires that connect the camera to the computer on her desk at work. And, since it's still snowing here today, she says she's not going to drive there to get it. (We asked!)

Anypaws, Happy Easter to everydog! (And everycat, too, from Floyd.)

Wuf Ya!

It's Sping! It's Spring!

2008-03-21T11:08:00.006-05:00

We're learning, though, that Spring means something completely different in Minnesota! These are pictures that dogmom took THIS MORNING!

Is this what Spring looks like where you live, dogs?

"I'm cold, mommy, can I have my sweatshirt, please?"

This is starting to get deep!

Wuf Ya!

St. Puptrick's Day Will Never Be the Same

2008-03-17T11:52:00.004-05:00

Bye Bye Jessie.

We're very sad today. We were going to post today to wish Jessie a happy barkday, but instead we're saying goodbye to her.

Remember Haleigh? She's the girl that made us the Haleigh treats. We posted about Haleigh on our blog here and here and here. Jessie is Haleigh's dog.

Jessie would have been nine years old today. She got sick the first weekend in March, but then seemed to get better. But then, she walked over the rainbow bridge on Wednesday, March 5th. (We waited so long to post so that we could get some pictures from Haleigh and her mom.)

Haleigh and her sister and her mom and her dad are all still very sad. Someday maybe they'll adopt another dog. But, for now, they are just sad and remembering that Jessie was born on St. Puptrick's Day! So, she was just as Irish as the rest of her family.

Here are some of Jessie's family's favorite pictures of her. We're gonna miss her, too.

Wuf Ya!

Happy St. Puptrick's Day!

2008-03-17T08:50:00.002-05:00

Do you have some tricks saved up for St. Puptrick's Day?

We have lots of them if you need some ideas. In the meantime, we're off to Dog Pad to play in the snow that we got last night.

By the way, don't forget to look at our blog post from March 14 and bark the news to everydog, ok?

Wuf Ya!

Shhhh... TELL EVERYDOG!

2008-03-14T11:28:00.004-05:00

Ok. We're not supposed to tell anybody about this. "Dogmumm's" the word, so to speak. We know that all our dogblogging buddies can keep a secret and not tell anybody, right?

So... here's the deal.

We overheard dogmom saying that she's thinking about not buying us treats and toys on our birthdays (coming up!) this year. Instead, she's thinking about doing something that will help the doggies and kitties that need stuff ... like toys and treats and, well, frankly, like homes and people to love them. And people who will drive them to places like Dog Pad and Pet Crossing and bark parks and stuff. And people who will hire people like Jennifer and Randi to take their dogs out when they're going to be working long days.

Anypaws... we digest.

What we're trying to do is tell you to tell everydog and everycat and even everyhampster and everybunny you know to do something on our birthdays... without actually telling you to do it. Cuz if we tell you to do it, then we'll get in trouble cuz we didn't keep the secret.

Here's what you gotta do. You gotta mark your day planners and calendars and fire hydrants or whatever else will help you remember these dates: April 1 and May 1. Those are our birthdays (or at least close approximations of the day we were pupped.) I, Gomer, will be 8 years old on April 1. Opie will be 8 years old on May 1.

Anypaws... For every visitor to our blog on our birthdays, dogmom is going to donate 10 cents to a homeless dog or cat in need. EVERY visitor, whether they leave a comment or not.

Here's the best part, though. Every comment on our blog on our birthdays means she's going to donate 25 cents to homeless pets. Can you believe it?

It might be sponsorship of a senior pet (since we're seniors now, she says... we think we still look like dogs, though.) It might be helping with surgery costs for an animal that needs some. She hasn't exactly decided yet.

That's it. That's the secret. If you visit our blog on our birthdays, dogmom will spend even more of her own money on an animal that needs it than she usually does.

Don't forget! April 1st (that's a Tuesday) and May 1st (that's a Thursday). Visit our blog. Leave a comment. Help an animal in need.

And, in case you're wondering... we're not upset that she's not going to get us toys and treats for our birthdays. Know why? 'Course you do...

We know she's going to get us stuff anyways!
Wuf Ya!

Dogs to Be Poisoned

2008-03-07T10:17:00.002-06:00

Dogmom is too sick to say anything else after reading this: 100,000 dogs

We're glad that we live in the USA, even with its pet overpopulation problems.
Wuf Ya!

Perfect Tosca

2008-03-06T19:52:00.001-06:00

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Look Dooley-Bean, We Posted!

2008-03-06T11:13:00.006-06:00

Ok, dawgs. So one of dogmom's friends gave her grief the other day at Pet Crossing because we haven't posted on our blog for WEEKS! Anypaws, we're posting.

There, Dooley! Is your dogmom happy now? (Snicker, Snicker...)

Guess we should 'splain to all our regular readers and posters. See, Dooley-Bean is a cutie-pie Maltese. We wuf her. Even if she doesn't have her own blog. Even if she does run away and hide from us whenever we see her at Pet Crossing. Even if her dogmom gives our dogmom grief for hogging the computer and not letting us post so much.

Dooley-Bean had a bunkmate until recently, so we're not giving her any grief. Just her dogmom.

See, Dooley's buddy Casey had to go over the rainbow bridge a couple of months ago. He was sick and not even Dr. Kate could make him any better. We were really sad when Casey had to say goodbye. Everydog and everyhuman that knew him was.

But, Dogmom says that Casey is running and playing and feeling no pain over in the meadow beyond the rainbow bridge. And, that he probably found Skyper and Floppy, the dogs that dogmom had before she brought us home. And the three of them are all the same size and they're too busy chasing Spidey to be worrying about us right now.

Anypaws, we posted. Did you miss us?
Wuf Ya!

Pupdate ... or is it Kittendate?

2008-02-15T12:26:00.003-06:00

Hi everydog! We're sorry we haven't posted for a while. Dogmom's been taking the computer with her when she leaves for wherever it is she goes every day. And we've been spending more time with Tory at Dog Pad, which isn't a complaint of course.

Anypaws, dogmom said we could use the computer today 'cuz she doesn't need it till she gets home from Pet Crossing tonight. So, we gotta be quick, since we're at Dog Pad and don't want to miss any play time!

We still have the kitten living at our house. Dogmom calls him Floyd. Says he's a barber with razors that we should stay away from or something.
Opie's twoofers are much better.
My twoofers are much better, too.
My paw fungus is almost all gone.
Dogmom's proud that we can wait a whole 10 seconds before we try to attack Floyd when we see him. (Baby steps, she keeps saying...)
Floyd had his 6-month vet visit with Dr. Kate today!
Dogmom's still in school and working two jobs to pay for our doctor bills.
We wuf you guys and are glad you still come visit our blog sometimes, even though we haven't been able to post as much!

Wuf Ya!

Buddha Tagged Us as Funky!

2008-01-30T15:55:00.001-06:00

Thanks, Buddha!

We tag Rusty, Tosca, Key West Collies and Johann!

Wuf Ya!

Are You a Cat or a Dog?

2008-01-29T09:18:00.000-06:00

So, dogmom saw this on our new pal Rusty's blog... and thought it was appropriate for us to post it since we now supposedly have a cat living in our household. At least, until I can unstuff it for her...

OPIE...

You Are: 20% Dog, 80% Cat

You are are almost exactly like a cat.
You're intelligent, independent, and set on getting your way.
And there's no way you're going to fetch a paper for anyone!

GOMER...

You Are: 80% Dog, 20% Cat

You and dogs definitely have a lot in common.
You're both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life.
However, you're definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.

DogMom...

You Are: 50% Dog, 50% Cat

You are a nice blend of cat and dog.
You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful.
And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.

Floyd...

You Are: 50% Dog, 50% Cat

You are a nice blend of cat and dog.
You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful.
And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.

Are You More Cat or Dog?

This prompts a few questions...

Is that why dogmom says that Opie and me together make up one dog?
Do you think dogmom likes Floyd best because he has the same score as she does?
What does this mean in terms of our trying to unstuff and eat the kitten?

Wuf Ya!

Dogmom Needs Help!

2008-01-23T10:59:00.000-06:00

Ok, so dogmom says that title is unfair and unnecessary and untrue. But, from our perspective...

Hey, don't bring me into this. I think all is grand and I actually like the thing living in the bathroom. It's got a stripey tail. It's you that needs help, dufus-goofball. - Opie

Wuf-up, dopester.

As I was saying, dogmom needs help. She brought this thing home to live in our bathroom. Well, really, she says it's not supposed to live in the bathroom forever. That, ideally, we would like the thing and that it would become a member of our family and we would be able to post videos like Tosca of how well we all get along at our house. (It does have a stripey tail.)

Well, I'm not falling for that. Maybe Opie likes the thing. But he's a dopester. Even though everybody thought he would be the problem child when it comes to accepting new housemates, especially like the one living in our bathroom. He's supposed to be a hunting dog, after all. Fat chance... he's afraid of loud noises. And, have you ever seen a hunting dog wearing a sweatshirt because he's cold? 'Course not!

But, I doggress.

Anypaw, dogmom keeps trying to let us see and smell this new thing living in the bathroom. I mean, it's totally not fair. She either puts it in a crate or she makes us wear the dreaded basket muzzles... And then she gets really upset with me when I try to bite it or scare it away. "It's liiiiittle," she says. "It's maaaaah-mee's, leeeeeave it," she says. And then, she brings out the worst one.... "Go-mee! That's naaaaht approh-preee-ate!"

Can you believe she actually uses that one? I mean, I just sulk away and hide when she says that. That at least makes her feel bad. I really gotta get that thing out of the bathroom so I can unstuff it.

Anypaws, I still don't know what this thing is. It smells funny. It pees and poops in a box. A smelly box, I might add, that makes me sneeze. It has tiny little dishes for food and water that I can clean out with one tongue swipe. And... it's sleeping in my crate.

Help me, somebody! Um, er, well, I mean... Help Dogmom, Somebody! Soon!

Wuf Ya! - Gomer

Top Dogs!

2008-01-16T16:04:00.000-06:00

Ok, so there hasn't really been much change since last year... except that bulldogs got bully and pushed the Schnauzers out of the top 10...

The AKC revealed the registration statistics for the top 10 breeds yesterday (*Top 10*) ...

Here goes:

RANKING
BREED	2007	2006	2002	1997
Retrievers (Labrador)	1	1	1	1
Yorkshire Terriers	2	2	6	9
German Shepherd Dogs	3	3	3	3
Retrievers (Golden)	4	4	2	4
Beagles	5	5	4	6
Boxers	6	7	7	13
Dachshunds	7	6	5	7
Poodles	8	8	8	5
ShihTzu	9	9	10	11
Bulldogs	10	12	18	26

Once again... Opie didn't even come close...

Wuf Ya - Gomer

Update - Opie's Benign!

2008-01-10T09:09:00.000-06:00

Anyways, I think that's what dogmom said. It's good, right?

I think that means he's insignificant and compassionate and kind, right?

Anyways, the lab said the tumor is all gone from his mouth 'cuz Dr. Kate did such a good job of taking it out and that it doesn't have any of that nasty "C-word" stuff in it.

Yay! - He's going to be around for a lot longer for me to harass and chase and steal food from.

Not to mention I'll have help figuring out what's in the bathroom!

Wuf Ya - Gomer

There's Something Living in Our Bathroom (Again)

2008-01-09T14:03:00.001-06:00

So, dogs. Something's up. This really funky smell came home with Opie from the hospital on Monday night.

I mean, it's even smellier than Opie is usually.

And, no, it doesn't seem to be after-effects of the anesthesia. We're kind of used to that around our house.

And, no, before you say it, Tosca-Girl... he didn't belch out of his backside. (That's MY job - Gomey.)

And, well, it's not like the bunny smell that overtook the bathroom in July.

We're not sure what it is.

Dogmom says it's adorable and cute. But, how can a smell be adorable and cute?

Wuf Ya!

Good Wishes from Bruce...

2008-01-07T16:50:00.000-06:00

Buddha and his foster-brother Bruce have sent Opie some good wishes:

We're sure Opie would say "Thanks!" if his mouth wasn't so swollen and he wasn't under the influence of morphine...

Dogmom's on her way to pick him up at Pet Crossing shortly!
Wuf Ya!

Opie Twoofers Update!

2008-01-07T11:20:00.000-06:00

So, Opie's still in surgery with Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing. But, they just called dogmom with an update.

The growth on his gum and that twoofer is going to be sent to the lab for testing, but Dr. Kate doesn't think it looks as bad as she thought it did in the pictures that dogmom showed her. So, it's probably NOT cancer, but just an infection sort of thing.

Opie had to have two of his twoofers pulled out on the upper left side of his mouth, where the infection is. Cuz those two twoofers were broken, too. And then his canine tooth that you see in the picture that has a chip on it... well, that one had a pulpotomy a couple of years ago at the U of MN. It is unstable and there's bacteria growing in there now too. So, Opie has to have a root canal done on that tooth, or have it pulled out.

Dogmom voted to have the root canal done.

Anyways, dogmom is convinced that we're scheming to have just one set of teeth between the two of us. Whenever I have a top tooth fixed, Opie has a bottom tooth fixed. If I have two bottom teeth on my right side pulled out, Opie has two top teeth on his left side pulled out. At least that's what it seems like to her.

Wuf Ya!

Paws Together Now ...

2008-01-07T08:00:00.000-06:00

Hey, dogs, it's me, Gomer. I'm baaaacckkk!

And, my twofers feel much better, thanks. I have to go back to see Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing on Wednesday for my recheck appointment. I'm sure Dr. Kate will think I'm doing great and can go back to eating crunchy food and playing with my toys and stuff.

But, that's not why I'm posting today. I'm posting to ask you all to put your paws together and say a prayer or send good vibes to the Dopey Opie today. He's at Pet Crossing to get his twofers fixed. He has that nasty growth on his gums that will have to come off.

And then they're going to send it somewhere to be biopsied and examined or something. Dogmom seems a little bit worried about it... not too bad, but worried. It could be cancer. That means that Opie could lose some twofers, like I did. But he could also lose some of his jawbone and tissue and stuff.

Anyways, we'll post an update after he gets out of surgery this afternoon.

Wuf Ya!

Opie's Twoofer Twoubles...

2008-01-03T10:26:00.000-06:00

Be prepared to be grossed out, dawgs... (aka, if you tend to be grossed out by stuff, don't look at this picture.)

Here's a picture of the growth on Opie's twoofer that means he has to go see Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing on Monday. (Dogmom said she's sorry they're blurry... he didn't want to let her take the pictures!)

Wish him luck!
Wuf Ya!

Opie's Turn...

2008-01-02T10:20:00.000-06:00

Yo dawgs! Opie here...

Gomer's on the mend, getting spoiled with softened food.

I hate it when the Gomer has tooth surgery. It means that the lid goes on the basket with the chew bones. It means the toy basket gets put inside the closet. It means we get yelled at when we try to play chasing games in the house. It means he gets extra treats with his softened food... even though dogmom calls the extra treats his "medicine."

We all know what that really means, right?

Well, I'm gonna get back at him and the dogmom this time.

See, I get to go in to see Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic next week on Monday. Then it will be MY turn... for the special "medicine" treats... for the soft food... for the extra hugs and kisses from dogmom.

No, I didn't break any twoofers. Gomer has the market cornered on that routine.

I, instead, grew some extra gum tissue in my mouth. It is practically covering one of my twoofers. It doesn't really bother me... not that I would let on if it did.

But the dogmom and Dr. Kate think that it might be cancer. And, definitely an absess on that tooth. So, I'm gonna go in and get those fun drugs that make me sleepy and then when I wake up everybody hugs me and coddles me and pays attention to me.

Sounds like a great plan, dontcha think?

Wuf Ya - Opie

Gomer's Dentistry

2007-12-27T11:20:00.000-06:00

Hi Dawgs!

You all 'member that dogmom is going to school to learn how to be a veterinary nurse, right? Well, she wants to show you some of the pictures and xrays that we took of Gomer's twoofers while he was getting them fixed by Dr. Kate and Eliza and Sandy at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic yesterday.

First, remember the picture that made dogmom think that Gomer only had two broken twoofers? You can see it by clicking here. See how it looks like only the one twoofer is broken?

Surprise! Look at the xray photo below.
See how the middle tooth is actually broken into two pieces underneath the gumline? Gomey said that really hurt.

Anypaws, here's a picture of the broken twoofer on the lower right side of his mouth and it's corresponding xray.

Yikes! That looks like it really hurt, doesn't it?

Anypaws, so Gomey got three teeth pulled instead of two. And, he has to wear the famous basket mask again (Photo here). Ha!

Wuf Ya!

Merry Christmas Despite the Creeps!

2007-12-25T13:34:00.000-06:00

Sorry we haven't posted for a little while, dog-blogging buddies. Dogmom's been kind of hogging the computer and the phone the past couple of days.

She was supposed to go to Ohio to visit all our cousins and her nieces and nephews and brothers and sisters and Siti (the dogmom's mom). And we were supposed to spend a few days with Tory at Dog Pad. But our plans got changed.

Dogmom dropped us off at Dog Pad on Sunday night about 4:30 p.m. Then, she told us she was going to stop by the newspaper office and print out her boarding pass and we were going to stay at Dog Pad till Wednesday morning.

But then, on Monday morning, she came and picked us up. She seemed kind of stressed out, but overall in a pretty good mood. She really seemed to miss us a lot. We jumped in the truck and it was different. I mean, our futon mattress was still in the back. And it looked basically the same. But Opie noticed first that when he tried to lick the window it was different. Not a window at all, really. But plastic. Yuck!

Anypaws, dogmom told us that when she went into the office at 5:10 p.m. Sunday night, somebody broke our window on the truck while she was inside the office (all of 10 minutes). And they stole dogmom's winter coat. And they stole dogmom's purse. And they stole some Target bags with some last minute presents in them. But they left the cow ears and tee shirts that Tory gave us!

Anypaws, dogmom called the police and they were there by 5:30 p.m. She said she spent the next five hours calling the credit card companies and the bank and everything. Did we mention how much she hates being put on hold and how much she hates automated menus that don't work right? Well, she does.

Anypaws, she came to pick us up Monday morning instead of tomorrow. Not that we mind.

She says she really appreciates our neighbor Dan, for coming over with his shop vac and some plastic to vacuum all the glass out of the truck and to put the plastic on the window so we don't get as cold driving in the cold. (Did we mention it's 9 degrees outside?)

And, she appreciates Melissa and Spencer for inviting her to a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner at their house since she couldn't go to Ohio. And for giving her some presents and letting her see their daughter Amelia open her presents.

And, she appreciates the efficiency of the credit card company and the bank for closing her accounts and fixing her up with new ones so fast. (Even though the perpetrators had charged more than $6000 in about an hour and a half... not counting any checks they might try to write with her checkbook.)

And, she's glad the license bureau and our bank branch was open on Christmas Eve morning so she could get a replacement license and a new money account opened.

And, she appreciates our landlord, Jimi, for coming to change the locks on the townhouse even though they're expecting a new baby any minute.

And, she appreciates Tory and Essex and Deacon and Joe and Tosca and Mojo and Tosca's mom and Buddha and his dogmom for all their moral support.

Dogmom says we should say our prayers for the people who did this... cuz they really need them.

Wuf Ya!

We Got Presents!

2007-12-22T15:46:00.000-06:00

No, not from dogmom... We got some presents from our landlords!

Yup. We wuf them even though we haven't really met them yet. Only dogmom. But, she says they're nice, so we'll go with that.

Anyways, look... here are Opie and me chewing on the rawhide and pighide braids that our landlords got us! YUM!

But, guess what else!?!

We also got a great grasshopper tug-toy from them!

We're having lots of fun playing with our new grasshopper tug-toy!

Dogmom got some nice-smelling bath oil and lotion from our landlords, too. She likes it.

Wuf Ya!

How Did Gomey Break His Twoofs?

2007-12-20T07:18:00.001-06:00

The inquiring Key West Collies and their dogdad want to know how the Gomer broke his two toothies. Dogmom said sarcastically that if she knew that, we wouldn't keep breaking them. That, and she thinks he does it on purpose so that he can go see Dr. Kate.

Anypaws, what we think is that since he was in the dumpster as a puppy and he was starving to death when dogmom found him that he probably didn't get the right 'trition to make his toothies grow nice and strong. He was very very little (about 3 months old) in the dumpster. Dogmom adopted him when he was 5 months old and he had already lost all his puppy teeth but didn't have all his big-boy teeth grown in yet.

Anypaws, he has lots of fractures in his enamel and so that makes it easier to break them. We don't think he eats rocks. He sometimes likes to play tug-toy with dogmom and with Opie. And he doesn't really like to chew on retriever rolls.

Anypaws, he just has soft teefers and keeps breaking them. Dogmom's tempted to just pull them all out at the doggie dentist (Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing!) and give him mush for the rest of his life.

Opie thinks that would be ok...

:)
Wuf Ya!

Gomey Broke Another Tooth!

2007-12-19T06:07:00.000-06:00

Gomey has to go see Dr. Kate today. He broke another tooth... See it?

Update... Gomey actually broke TWO toofers, the one in the picture and one on the side of his mouth, too.

So he has to go get some more surgery on the day after Christmas. Dogmom says she's taking donations...

Wuf Ya!

Helping Dogmom ...

2007-12-17T21:00:00.000-06:00

So, we've been busy helping dogmom do her exercises for therapy.

Well, when we weren't busy taking a nap...

laying in front of the fireplace...

going to Dog Pad to play...

...

See... here's how we're showing her how she should try to stretch her arm and shoulder out straight...

Wuf Ya!

Dogmom's Going Back to the Doctor

2007-12-14T10:56:00.000-06:00

Geesh, dogs. Next time she starts complaining that we spend too much time at the doctor, we gotta remind her about this whole arm thing she's milking to the hilt.

Anyways, the talking phone said that the MRI said that she has severe tendonitis in her shoulder and a partial tear in her rotator cuff. We think all that means is that she seems to have to throw the balls with the wrong hand and that she can't brush our teeth very well.

Oh, and she doesn't seem to be bringing the big green monster out of the closet every day. Please don't tell her!

Anyhow, when she left for work this morning and gave us our cookies, she said she would be home early but first she has to go and talk to the doctor. We didn't quite understand what she said. Something about the topeedic surgeon. I thought she did research, but I didn't know she did torpedoes. Anydog, she's hoping the topeedic surgeon says that she doesn't need a knife (she's got lots of them in the drawer, we know), but instead she'll just have to get some therapy.

We've known she's needed therapy for a long time. Silly humans. It takes them so long to figure stuff out.

Maybe she should go see Dr. Kate. When we go see Dr. Kate, it doesn't take her nearly this long to figure out what's wrong with us and fix it or give dogmom medicines that make us feel better.

Wuf Ya!

Waiting...

2007-12-12T10:31:00.000-06:00

We're still waiting with the dogmom to hear what the doctors have to say about her arm not working.

We tried to call the doctor, but our paws couldn't dial on the cell phone.

When she was sleeping, Gomer tried to bury the dogmom in all our toys and balls to make her feel better.

Opie's been sitting still (can you imagine it???) and laying his head on dogmom's lap and staring at her to make her laugh out loud.

We didn't jump on the counter or steal food from the kitchen or tear the blankets off the bed - not once - this past weekend.

What else should we try, dogs?

Wuf Y!

Boring!

2007-12-08T07:34:00.000-06:00

It's very boring at our house. The dogmom hurt herself, so we don't get to play ball with her or anything. She stayed home from work on Friday, which was kind of a bummer since we usually go to her work with her on Fridays so that Tory at Dog Pad comes with the big blue bus and picks us up at the office and takes us to Dog Pad to play.

But we didn't get to go to work... so we missed the bus.

She said on Thursday that she was going to the doctor. So we got excited, 'cuz that usually means that one of us goes to see Dr. Kate or Dr. Hollee or even Dr. Amanda or Dr. Mary. But no, she left without us.

Then, she comes home and talks on the phone. We think there's something wrong, because dogmom keeps talking in letters instead of using her words. What is an X ray? What is an M. R. I. ? And she talks about bursa and about rotator cuffs. What in the world is that? I did hear her say that her bones are fine.

Then why can't she move her arm?

Anyways, what this all means for us is that she's not taking us for walks... and she's not throwing us our toys or our balls in the house. And she's not brushing us or brushing our teeth. (Well, she tried, but she was using the wrong hand and we didn't like it. Since she couldn't grab us, we just ran away.)

Worst thing? She won't let us cuddle up on the couch and lay on top of her like we usually do.

Any suggestions?

Wuf Ya!

What Reindeer are You?

2007-12-02T18:57:00.000-06:00

Thanks to the Key West Collies (www.keywestcollies.blogspot.com) for this one...

Gomer:

You Are Dasher

You're an independent minded reindeer who never plays by the rules.

Why You're Naughty: That little coup you tried to stage against Santa last year

Why You're Nice: You secretly give naughty children presents.

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

Opie:

You Are Comet

A total daredevil, you're the reindeer with an edge!

Why You're Naughty: You almost gave Santa a heart attack when you took him sky diving

Why You're Nice: You always make sure the sleigh is going warp speed

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

Wuf Ya!

Today Might Be Opie's Birthday!

2007-12-01T17:28:00.000-06:00

Dogmom usually celebrates our adoption day and not our birthday, because we don't really know when our birthday was. But, Opie was about 9 months old or so when dogmom adopted him on August 1, 2001, so we think that today might be his birthday. That means he's seven years old today.

Look at the goofball... how old do you think he is?

Wuf Ya!

No News is Good News?

2007-11-29T13:32:00.000-06:00

Sorry we haven't posted for a while, dogs and dogettes... but our lives are really boring these days. Dogmom does her thing with work and school and we alternate between snoozing and going to Dog Pad...

Anything fun happening with you?

Wuf Ya!

Anydog Know How to Open the Fridge?

2007-11-23T10:16:00.000-06:00

Cuz we know there's some really good stuff in there today. Dogmom made it yesterday and we only got a teeny weeny bite... hardly even a taste really.

If you know how to open the fridge, will you tell us in your comment? Cuz dogmom's at work today and we gotta get in there!

Wuf Ya!

The Turkeys Got Elfed!

2007-11-22T14:27:00.001-06:00

Check us out at this link:

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9575884862

Who knew we could dance?
Wuf Ya!

Happy Thanksgiving EveryDog!

2007-11-21T14:08:00.001-06:00

From DogMom's favorite turkeys!

Dogmom's Trying to KILL Me!

2007-11-15T09:04:00.000-06:00

I swear on my beagle-mom's memory, dawgs! The dogmom is definitely trying to murder me.

Remember, I have this fungus on my paws? Well, she keeps saying I have to take my pill for the fungus. Now, I don't know what's in these little white tablets, do I? And they taste really funky, let me tell ya. So, I try to spit them out when she's not looking. But, she usually sees it and tries to push it down my throat again. And, know what's worse? She won't let me eat my breakfast or dinner until I've swallowed it. I think she's trying to starve me to death.

Yeah, that must be it. Cuz she says we're on a diet. But, really, all that seems to mean is that there is less food in my bowl and fewer treats during the day. I think she's trying to starve me to death, yeah, that's it. Or poison me with the little white pills.

And then, there are these things she calls my allergy injections. This one is new. It just started last weekend. She pushes the white pills down my throat... and then she actually comes at me with this thing that has a needle in it. Can you imagine? I see those murder shows on TV. They're always sticking those little needles into the people who die. Hey dogmom! I'm not dead yet!

Opie doesn't have to take the little white pills... and he doesn't have to get poked with the needle. What's up with that? I thought I was the favorite... but now I think she's trying to get rid of me.

What do you think?
Wuf Ya! (for however long I'm still around...)