I was born on February 15, 2010. I’m a German Shepherd and I moved in my new home today. My hoomans took some picture before I went to bed. See ya later…
No more junk food for me ! I stole some snacks from Daddy last night and ended up having bad dreamz….The grand-babies were actually Aliens and they took me to their ship.They did some experiments on me and turned me into a hairy creature that was in love with cats….Sniff, sniff.
They're actually Aliens...you just can't see it. But I can !
What have they done to me..and Iz smell funny too !
Today makes one year since I adopted my Hoomans…I like them. I think I az gonna keep them !
A year ago....when I used to be "cute"
Mom says I have an issue with the balls….Always tells me to “drop it”. I sayz No ! It’s mine, all mine….I haz the one who gotta run for it !
Run Forest....run
The other way...
Gotcha !!
Get outta tha way Daddy !!
Eat your heart out Gene Simmon
I playzed with the baby Hoomans…in the house !!!! (haha Irene)
Posted: March 10, 2011 in My life with my hoomansMy baby Hoomans were here for a few days and I got to playz with them inside the house for a change… And I haz the one that behaved.
Handsome threesome
But, I wanna playz with toyz too..
Chief... Noooooo
I know you haz cookies in there..
Let's blitz Granny
Evil Granny got Mayson...
I az one year old now….and so handsome, don’t you think ?
Handsome Birthday boy
Lovez my present.
Numnum
Burrpp ! Too much punch…
I feel dizzy
Me and Mommy were playing outside today when the neighbor drove into the yard. I hurried to go greet him (baring my smiling teeth) when Mommy decided to grab the lead line that’s she keeps on me. Well, I’ve got my winter grips (claws) on and she only has winter boots, so guess who got dragged on her butt for 20 feet ……… Hahaha. Boy was she pissed ! She even broke one of her fancy Christmas nail. All she could say was ” bad boy !! You’re Daddy’s dog now !! In the meantime the neighbor is still in his truck, laughing his *ss off, waiting for the smoke to clear before trying to come out…
Sorry : No pictures to show for it and re inactment is out of the question ( that could get me in the doghouse)
Finally ! A real camping trip where I don’t have to put up with horses…. Mommy and Daddy took me to Moonshine lake, where we spent the week-end with uncle Mike, Antie Janet, Irene and the munchkins. I got to play on the beach, run along the Segway, chase squirrels and eat hooman food. Uncle Mike is still afraid of me and I do on purpose to growl and snip at him, just to see him jump out of his boxers…hahaha. I’m looking forward to more trips like this. CIAO
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- I’m gonna catch it !
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- No ! The other way..
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- I’m close..
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- Hooops
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- Me and my Tiger
Here is a link to a video of me playing with my toy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9WErFtbg4Q
What a rough week-end that was. I spent most of yesterday laying down and fighting with that darn cone…And my behind was really bugging me. I couldn’t lick myself ’cause of the cone and my hoomans were interfering every time I was rubbing my butt on the floor. This morning, Mommy took the cone off before feeding me breakfast, and kept saying that if I didn’t lick myself, the cone would stay off….Darn it. She wouldn’t leave me alone and the urge to lick was sooooo bad ! Then I figured that if I used my ” what the heck did you do to me” look, she would leave the room and she did…..but came back right away with a brand new, huge and tasty femur bone (must be feeling some guilt). Nom,nom,nom. That kept me busy for a while untill Mommy had to go outside. She let me out so I could stretch a bit while she went to the garden. I sneaked up behind her and pulled a carrot out then fled. I did my little victory dance and chomped on that carrot before she would realize what I had done…I’m so devious.
I don't think she saw me
Victory dance step 1
Victory dance step 2
Victory roll
Good carrot
Well, I gottago help Daddy put the hose back in the dugout, I’ll be back later. Ciao.
Today, Mommy and Daddy took me to the vet again. I went on the scale (75 lbs) and went to the back of the office where I tought that she would look at my ear…not. While Mommy was petting me, the vet poked me in the butt and everything went fuzzy……..snooze time. When I woke up, or kind of, Mommy and Daddy where there to get me and I heard the vet saying that I was “fixed” and that she had to put more stitches on my ear. When we got home, I was still feeling drowsy and something about my behind wasn’t feeling right ! Mommy and Daddy put the dreaded cone on me again, while I couldn’t put up a fight, and put me in a comfy spot so I could rest…. I’ll have to ask them what had to be fixed when I wake up later, I’m too tired for now….TTYL.
Darn cone ! Again.
This time we went to the Mayerthorpe fair. We got there Friday evening and we getting settled for the night. We went to visit with some other hoomans and doggies around a campfire. A hooman being pulled by a rottie was going by so I said “hi” and he turned around and started to come towards me, grass surfing his hooman all the way. When he got close he showed me some teeth (smiling?) so I did the same. He snarled and lounge at me and I felt a little pinch…..Holly Sh#t ! Daddy was p*ssed ! He said that the son of a @##* ripped my ear. We went back to my doggie house and Mommy was putting towel and stuff on my ear. We then got in the truck and went to see the local Vet. When we got there a nice lady vet met us and looked at my ear. She said no problems, I’ll be as good as new in no time. She put me on the scale to weight me (75 lbs) and after, while Mommy and Daddy were petting me, she poked me with a needle right in the butt…things went black real quick. When I woke up the next morning, I had this huge thing around my neck and I my ear felt kind of tingly. A bit later, Mommy and Daddy came to pick me up and the nice lady vet told them that she had clipped my nails and neutered (wink, wink) me while I was asleep…I said what ! Clipped my nails ? They were not that long…… Anyway, we thanked her for taking goood care of me and went back to the fairgrounds where most of my day was spent resting. We left that day ’cause my hoomans didn’t think that I would fit in my doggie house with that big cone and that I would be more comfortable at home….
What do you mean by conehead ?
