Living the high life

Sometimes I need a break from the Feeder and the Other One.  Yes, I took a bit of a vacation with two pals, Seamus and Auggie.  With three boys there was a bit of jockeying for position, but I think you can see from the pix that I came out OK in this group.  I had a blast running amok, disobeying my hostess and teaching bad habits to all involved.  (Of course you can lie on the couch if you want to! People love it when you jump up on them and plant a big kiss! Counter surfing? why not? so much FUN!!!!!).

Other Naughty Dogs

Just so you know I am NOT the only one who enjoys munching on a bit of plastic.  My friend Wally is normally much more obedient than I am but here you see the product of his rebellion.  Yes, even mild mannered lab-retreiver-unknown descended Wally can go astray and send a MESSAGE to his people.  PAY ATTENTION! TO ME!!!!!

Throw it out!

This is an example of SPECIALIZATION.  I don't just chew up everything.  I have my standards, you know.  It helps if it is plastic, has interesting smells, and dangly bits.  This was hard work and shows my accumulated accomplishments over the last 3 years or so.  It is nice that the Feeder keeps buying these for me.

Butter plate of shame

Yes, this is more evidence in the long series "chewing".  Or maybe it belongs more in "mistakes".Anyway, the feeder was really put out after this episode, where I found this scrumptious morsel of yellowness just sitting and waiting for me on the dining table.  I waited til the coast was clear, jumped up and grabbed it.  I took it outside to enjoy (thus the dirt coating) but who was there waiting for me?
Yup, she caught me in the act.

The Great Escape

We had a good run at the park with the other dogs and we had come home in the car. Suddenly I smelled a foul cat. Those creatures that haunt my dreams and make me tremble. The Feeder opened the car door and I took a dash for it. Running madly across the street I disappeared behind a fence. I heard the Feeder calling, but I didn't care. The cat vanished and now I was stuck in the neighbor's yard. Oh no- I couldn't figure out how to get out. I was getting nervous -but then in the darkness I spied it. Glistening with the light from the moon was the irresistible water. Suddenly I was in and swimming. The cat forgotten I enjoyed my spa-moment. Then, in a flash, the Feeder came barging in. Freedom over, I clambered out, shook myself and headed for the warmth of the kitchen with her. C'est la vie.

Can you hear me now?

So, this is the story. The feeder was walking me on one our usual chained walks ( she chains herself to me for some reason). I had concluded one of my deposits, which she was scrutinizing with unusual interest. Some red and yellow things caught her eye. Were they some new exotic parasite I had picked up? Some crazy new undigested dog food? No, folks, those delicious earplugs I had eaten the night before went straight through me and ended up on the grass. Betrayed by my own digestive tract!!

It's just paint

It looks frightful, but really it is just paint. In my job as studio dog, I am often able to liberate some of the equipment and investigate it thoroughly in the yard. I am really trying to help the Feeder in her investigations. For example - is it edible? Will it move if I toss it in the air? Will it bite back? Will it hurt anyone in the house? Will it eat my food? Anyway, after my investigations were over, I ended up with some red paint on my paw. I am not sure exactly how it happened. It was a long tube with a screw top and liquidy stuff inside that didn't taste so great actually. Then it got on my paw as you can see. The Feeder thought this was not such a good thing and I did get a talking to. (By the way, I am colorblind, and I am pretty much taking the fact that it was "red" on faith- looked grey to me.) We made up shortly thereafter and I promised I would never ever ever in a million dog years ever do anything like that again (heh! heh!)

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle

What an embarrasing situation! So, I saw this neat slotted spoon, with a bit of spaghetti sauce still on it, sitting alone on the counter. The feeder and the otherone were nowhere to be seen, so it seemed safe to take this great smelling item for further investigation and possible licking, chewing, and eventual destruction. But, o no, I got it stuck on my lower jaw and couldn't remove it myself. Caught with the evidence, and feeling rather uncomfortable I had to go to them to beg for help. They tried and failed to get it out of my mouth. Not so bad really, since I then got to go in the car and visit the place with the room that goes up and down and deposits you in a lobby with a vet. The vet took me to a bright room with tables, and the next thing I knew, the spoon and I were history. Back home it was snoozeville and dreams of plastic implements chasing me....

Chewers Anonymous

I'm in trouble again with the feeder. She thinks I chew too much. They have all these alluring plastics laying around and I'm afraid I can't resist. It's those delicious phtalates. Anyway, here is a collection of some of my favorite items. You will see there are some pencils mixed in with the pens. I don't like to discriminate against them, even though they generally have more wood than plastic. Still, they have a good crunch, and that is what matters.