Monday, February 25, 2008

Back When I was a Baby

Mom found some of my baby pictures the other day, and started scanning them into the computer, so I thought I would show you some of them.

I think I was 8 or 9 weeks old in these pictures, but I can't remember for sure.

This is me with my Mom's stuffed anteater. He was my best friend when I was a baby, but we don't do stuff together anymore.

We used to wrestle a lot, but Mom says I can't show you the rest of the pictures of that.

Monday, February 18, 2008

The Rest of the Story

So I told you last time about going to my doctor's office to get groomed.

While I was there, I found out it was also time to see my doctor and get my shots! I don't mind getting shots, because they don't hurt at all, and they keep me healthy.

First, my doctor put some medicine in my nose. She called it "kennel cough." Then she put one shot in my shoulder, and one in my hip. I know that one was for rabies, and one was for distemper and parvo and some other bad stuff, but I don't know which one was which. I was a very good dog!

Did you know that February is National Pet Dental Health Month?

I love to get my teeth brushed! Whenever Mom is brushing her own teeth, I start dancing around her and asking her to brush mine, so she took my toothbrush and toothpaste with us to my doctor's office so they could get a picture of me getting my teeth brushed.

Brushing your pet's teeth and gums improves their overall health, and can add years to their lifespan, but you should always be sure to use toothpaste designed for a dog or a cat. Don't use human toothpaste for your pets!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

My Day of Beauty

Mom and I had a big adventure on Monday. She took me to one of my favorite places - my doctor's office! I love going there, because everyone is so nice, and plays with me, and I put my feet up on the counter and the nice ladies talk to me. Sometimes I get dog biscuits, too!

On this trip, I went to get groomed. Usually, they don't let your mom come back with you when you get groomed, but I am a big-time journalist now, so Mom came back with me to take pictures.

The first part of the grooming is the haircut and the pedicure. I got really excited at first when Mom came in the room, and I jumped off the table to go see her. But I got right back up on the table so Phil could finish my haircut. He did a really good job!

Next was the bath. They got me all wet, and then soaped with up with shampoo, and scrubbed me all over. Then they rinsed me off real good, and carried me to the drying table.

And then they all backed way up, because I shook myself off really hard!

Next came one of my favorite things - the blow dryer. Whenever Mom is blow-drying her hair at home, I always come over to her and ask her to blow me with the dryer, and she never knew why I like this, but now she does.

I love the blow dryer! It feels good on me, like wind! Plus I get rubbed a lot while I am being dried!

Mom says it is OK for boy dogs to be beautiful. I just don't understand why she doesn't like for me to smell like a dog. I work really hard to smell like a dog, and now I have to start all over.

More stuff happened while we were there, but I will tell you about that next time!

Saturday, February 9, 2008

I Have a Lot of Jobs

I have a lot of jobs around the house, and I work real hard, and I do a really good job, so my mom will tell me what a good boy I am.

One of my most important jobs is to guard the house. I do this from my station at the front door. Mom put a pillow there to catch her suncatchers, 'cause they fall down a lot, but this pillow is perfect for me, because hard-working dogs do not belong on the hard floor.

Baby helps me guard the house. We perch on the pillow and watch for all kinds of intruders, like squirrels, and dogs, and cats (there is a new grey cat in the neighborhood, and it comes on my porch all the time!) and people walking by, and leaves blowing on the grass, and the neighbors across the street. 'Cause Mom needs to know about all this stuff! Whenever I see something important, I bark once (unless it is that cat, and then I bark a lot), and if Mom says "Get 'em, Bailey" then I bark and bark and bark, until I scare them away. It is hard work, but I always scare them away! Except for the leaves - they don't listen to me very good.
I do NOT bark at people that come to my door, like the UPS guy, or the mailman, or the Pizza Hut man, or other visitors, because I like company. Mom doesn't understand this, because she can't hear the doorbell ring if she is upstairs, so sometimes I have to go get her when they ring the doorbell more than once. That is another one of my jobs.

I told you last time about how one of my important jobs is to check the trash, and make sure nothing important gets thrown away. I do that several times a day. Mom keeps most of the trashcans in cabinets, almost like she doesn't want me to do my job, but sometimes I can get my paws in there and get the cabinet open, so it's OK.
I take myself for walks, too, because I love to carry my leash. Another one of my jobs is to get the newspaper everyday, and to get the mail, too. I love to carry stuff. One time, there was a hole in the fence in my backyard, and I got out on a Sunday morning, and when Mom found me on the front porch, I had brought her 50 Sunday newspapers from all our neighbor's driveways!
I love to get the newspaper!

I help Mom cook dinner every night. She puts it in this box and pushes buttons, and then goes upstairs, and when it is finished cooking, it starts to ding, but she always forgets to come get it. I wait patiently, but finally have to go tell Mom that dinner is ready, and she goes to get it out of the dinger.

Another important job I have is to tell Mom whenever there is a barking dog on TV! She needs to pay attention to this stuff! Those could be bad dogs! Sometimes she tells me to get 'em, so I bark and bark and bark, and they go away.

Another job I have is to keep birds and squirrels out of my backyard. That is a lot of work! When we go to the beach, I have to keep the pelicans away from the beach, too, and everybody tells me what a good boy I am. I have to swim a lot to keep those pelicans away!

Another one of my jobs is to clean the floor whenever Mom drops food on it. That is one of my favorite jobs!

Well, that is all I can think of right now. Time for a nap!

Monday, February 4, 2008

I Got Mail!

I got a package in the mail on Saturday! Mom always gets packages in the mail, 'cause she is always shopping on Etsy, and I always help her open them, but there are never any dog biscuits inside, so Who cares?

But when this package arrived, she kept saying my name, so I thought she might have finally ordered some biscuits! Well, it wasn't biscuits, but it was still pretty cool. It was these three beautiful collars just for me from my friend Kerry. Kerry is this really nice lady that rubs me and pats me and talks nice to me. She might be Mom's friend, too, but she has never mailed Mom anything! Ha!

Kerry has a store called Hairbow Depot, but she knows a boy dog like me does NOT like hairbows. One time, she made me a really pretty Christmas collar with a lot of bells, and I really liked it, and now I have these everyday collars, and Mom says I am stylin'.

I love my new collars, but I'd still like some dog biscuits. If you want to mail me some, just make sure to put MY name on the box, and send them to my Mom's house! The mailman knows which one it is! Thanks!