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I have a ton of stuff to tell you guys, but Mom left the dumb-ole camera at home, and what is all my news without the pics? BOring - that's what.

So instead, here is today's big announcement!

I am on Facebook!

Come visit me, and be my FaceBook Friend! Hope to see you soon.

And hopefully when I get home tonight, Mom will let me blog my news about what she did to me this weekend.......

Barefoot in the Park, Part 1

Mom and I went to the dog park on Sunday .

I was really excited, but let's face it - I get excited just going out to get the mail everyday! If my leash is involved, I act like a ridiculous fool!

And if a car ride is involved - Oh Boy!!

Mom got lost 3 times on the way to the park, but we finally got there. I was about to jump out the car window when Mom parked the car, and she finally calmed me down and got me out of the car, and we headed over to the park.

I saw all those other dogs in there, but there was a big fence around the park, and when Mom and I got close to the fence, all these dogs stormed over to the gate, and I got a little scared.

But Mom made me go in anyway, and then she immediately took off my leash, and we walked around a little. The first thing I did was make a big poop - so Mom cleaned that up, and then she got out my tennis ball and threw it, so I chased it, and brought it back to her. She threw it again, but I refuse to chase balls if she is just going to throw them away again, so she had to go pick it up herself this time.

And then I got down to business.

I realized that there were a whole bunch of people at the dog park just waiting to rub me, and I set out to meet every single one of them!

This nice lady had set up a chair right inside the gate, and I headed over to her first, because she was down at my level, clearly inviting me over!


Then I introduced myself to this nice lady.

Then I met this nice man - he was a good back-rubber.

See - here he is again - he really knows how to find that sweet spot!

This was a super nice lady - I spent a lot of time with her, 'cause she would bend over and rub me and talk to me.

This little boy is Sam - he was really nice to me, and patted me a lot. He belongs to the nice lady in the pink shirt.

She explained to Sam not to rub my hair backwards, because it feels funny!

Here I am with Sam again, and that nice man that rubbed my back earlier - now he's rubbing my butt! I don't know about you, but I love a good butt rubbin'.

Then I met this lady - she rubbed my back for awhile....

And then she bent down and gave me a nice butt-rubbin'!

Then I headed back to the lady in the chair -

I backed up to her, so she would understand that I like to have my butt rubbed. Look what a good job she's doing.

But that black dog was jealous - he followed me from person to person, trying to horn in on my action.

I'll tell you more about my big trip next time!

Don't forget to vote in my poll!

Mom promises to make some changes, depending on the results of the poll!

And may I just say, Mom bought me a rawhide bone last Saturday, and I carry it around some, but I have only chewed it once - rawhide bones are just NOT a good treat. I would rather chew my babies! The only time I will chew a rawhide bone is when Mom holds one end of it for me, and I am snuggling in her lap. Mom says that is because I am man-ip-u-la-tive. I don't know what that means - but I know it means I have my Mom very well-trained.

I'm looking for some bloggy followers, too! You don't have to follow so closely that you're sniffing my butt or anything, but I'd love some more followers!

See you soon!

Big Doings Next Door

When Mom moved into our house, she put up a big fence all the way around our backyard, so I could play back there safely. One day, when I was still a baby, we got really nice new neighbors, and they didn't have any children or any dogs. One day, a black labrador retriever puppy the same age as me got abandoned in our neighborhood, and our new neighbors adopted him and named him CB. We became really good friends, and liked to play all the time. We were inseparable.

CB's yard only had a 3-foot fence around it, and CB knew how to jump over it, and how to dig under it, and he always would come straight to my gate and try to get it, but he couldn't. So then he would go to my front door, and if my Mom saw him, she would let him in, and send us both to my back yard, and we would play until CB's Mom and Dad came to get him.

CB's Dad and my Mom finally came up with the idea to make a hole in the fence between our 2 yards, and then CB and I could just visit each other's yards. They hoped that this way, he might not be running around in the street! And it worked pretty good, too. But CB moved away a few years ago, and I miss him. We kept the hole in the fence, though, but boarded off the bottom part of it. Other dogs have moved in, but they are too small to come visit my yard, so I just talk to them through the fence!

But now, there is something very important going on next door! Mom doesn't understand how important it is! I have told her and told her, and I tell her a hundred times a day, but she doesn't understand, so now I am telling the whole world, so if you see my Mom, please try to explain it to her.

The house next door has been empty for about 3 months. Suddenly, last week, the local sanitation company dropped off one of those industrial sized dumpsters in the driveway of that house, and ever since, there has been a whole lot of stuff going on over there. I have been keeping an eye on everything, and barking up a storm, until Mom makes me come inside.

The workman have torn out all the azaleas, and are doing a lot of landscaping, with loud stuff like chainsaws and leafblowers. I hate loud noise like that, so I bark at them. They pressure washed the deck and treated it, so I had to tell Mom about that, too.

When Mom is home, I ask her to let me out about 100 times a day, so I can check on all this stuff. Believe me, I am keeping a close eye on this! When I get carried away barking, Mom makes me come in. After a few minutes, I start bugging her to let me out again. She sits on the edge of the bed when she does stuff, and I know how to get my way: I whine and I lick her left hand over and over. She hates that.

I wonder if we are getting new neighbors? I hope they have a dog!