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Friday, April 16, 2010

Bath Time - NOT!

My buddy Boris is a very creative cat. In addition to hosting a memorable SciFi pawty, he now has a contest to give away a new shower massage thingee for pets. I am supposed to upload a picture of me getting a bath or needing a bath.

Well, this poses a little bit of a problem. Next month I will be two and other than two baths I had when I was a very little puppy (to get rid of the fleas I got from where I loved before I was adopted), I have never had what you would call a bath. Instead, I go swimming. Here I am, taking a bath, BOL!

I know what you're thinking - no soap. It is a mystery why I don't smell but I don't. I know, our pond must have magic water!

While I may not need the new shower washing thingee, I have two brofur dogs who live in my house who don't go swimming and are real stinky. They are old so they would definitely appreciate the massage part.

Oh, be sure to share your bath or dirty pictures to enter Boris' contest. Click here to read all about it and the neat dog washing contraption.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Half the Dog He Used to Be

Mom took on a major project today - it was furminate Goliath day. Goliath is my brofur dog but he lives downstairs with grandma because he is really old with bad arthritis and can't climb the stairs any more.

This is Goliath (he is worse than me about posing for pictures)

Goliath has what my mom calls an "under" coat. His fur "pops" out so you can just pick it off him. Furminating him is a chore only because he hates it. He is a very ticklish dog. When you brush him his foot starts scratching and it drives him crazy. It's almost like it's painful. So mom only does it when his fur is popping out all over. It also starts driving grandma nuts because she has to clean up after all the shedding. Here he is before today's furminating.

Mom loves the Furminator. I won it at a pawpawty for her just for Goliath (although she furminated grandma's dog Roscoe today too). The best thing is the button that ejects the fur off the comb part. While he probably could still have been furminated more, this is the after picture. Definitely half the dog he used to be!

This was the pile of fur that came off him. There was more but it was windy today and it blew away!

I wanted to share one more thing. I think I mentioned Mom was sick this week from all of the pollen. She says it's pine pollen. Mom and grandma cleaned the porch off today and you can see the yellow-green pollen just from part of the porch. Now that the worst has been swept off, we will hose it off.

I Like Chet

I confess that I do not know how to read. Maybe when I get older and there aren't so many exciting distractions, I might be able to concentrate on the task. In the meantime, mom reads me stuff she thinks I would be interested in.

Mom does lots of driving each week. She works 70 miles away from where we live and she has to drive 140 miles 4 days a week (Friday is telework day - almost as good as the weekend - since she works from home). Apparently humans can't drive and read at the same time, well not exactly. Mom gets other people to read to her while she drives. In the morning she listens to NPR and Morning Edition (unless she is running late) and at night all these different people read to her. She is lucky that her library has a service where she can download the books to her little music player - I guess it is a book player for her! Her car has a plug that the player attaches to so the reading comes over the car stereo.

Well, mom found a really cool book called Dog On It! by Spencer Quinn. This book caught my attention right away. It's about Bernie and Chet, two private detectives. What's different is that Chet is a dog AND he does all of the story telling. We aren't finished with the book yet but Chet has already been in some tough spots - attacked by a knife wielding perp, kidnapped by some Russian mob types, attacked by a mountain lion and almost euthanized at a kill shelter. Mom claims that Chet being in harms way seems to bother her more than the humans in the books she reads.

This Spencer Quinn guy really understands dogs. In fact, I'm convinced that his dog wrote that book and he is taking the credit. Or mom says that sometimes authors say their name is something different. I don't quite understand but maybe the real dog author wants to be disguised as a human to avoid the pupparazzi. Check Dog On It! out. I am happy to see that there is already a sequel.

Up until now, Dean Koontz has been my favorite dog writer. Mom has a couple of new dog books by him we need to read (but she has the books not the ones where people read them for her) and she hasn't gotten to them yet.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

God Bless You!

Mom loves nature and the outdoors and spring but I don't think they love her very much. I have been watching her this weekend and her eyes and nose have been leaking water. It's not the leaking when she is sad or emotional. This is the kind of leaky eyes and nose that comes with those giant sounds people call sneezes. Trust me, mom does not have little sneezes - the whole house shakes when she sneezes.

I started wondering why people say "God bless you" when they hear someone sneeze. Well, I checked Wikipedia and followed that to Snopes, and seems I will have to be unsatisfied. Mom has given up trying to sneeze into her elbow like the Piggy Flu posters tell you to do (she says her arms are too short). She says the sneezing and her leaky face are from allergies. There is this yellow film on stuff. Mom says it's pine pollen. I want to put the bitey on that pollen for her. Oh-oh, there she goes again. God Bless You Mom!

Dad said I was sneezing when he took this picture of me.
God Bless Me!