All I got was this lousy postcard

I'm at the doggie spa, hanging out with friends. We have great food, treats, and get to have a rugby game twice a day. It's pretty sweet, but I do miss the feeder and the otherone. I HOPE THEY ARE HAVING A GOOD TIME!!!!

The Wild One is being tutored - chocolate labs

I got this message from my pal, aka "Wild One". "Hey Rigi, can you believe I got shipped off to boot camp for the holidays? Hey dude wanna come get me? XO " Yup, that's my gal, stickin' it to the man. The feeder says I shouldn't worry, she really is just in a very high class school. She also said I could rescue WildOne as soon as I get my driver's license (some sense of humor on that one!). I hope WildOne comes back soon. I miss her.

Ruby, don't take your love to town

This is one cute pooch with a quizzical look. Separated at birth? I don't think so; all my littermates were guys. But I see the resemblance- maybe we are cousins. My feeder met her feeder over the weekend. Maybe Ruby is thinking about going to town and doing BAD stuff. Have fun! yr pl, Rigi (btw-poodles love semi-colons)

life is a beach

This doesn't need much commentary. The water was warm and it was a beautiful day. What could be more fun?

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.

A Friend Adrift

Some dogs have all the fun. The only time I have been in the water was that time in Del Mar at the dog beach. Me and a cast of thousands. While it was fun carting home about 5 pounds of sand on my fur, I really wasn't able to get too far in the water. (OK - it was a bit scary). Now here you can see my friend Teddy doing it right. He doesn't even have to get wet - just sit in the boat and let his human do the heavy lifting. I notice he even has a life jacket on. It doesn't look like he needs it though. Life is mellow.

A hit, a very palpable hit

More lovin' My young friend paid a visit, and I was able to give him a proper poodle welcome. We poodles have very long tongues, and I was able to deliver a warm, wet one. I am not sure if he is smiling or grimacing - but I hope he enjoyed it. I can't wait until he visits again. I think he would be good at playing throw the ball and don't hog it.

Birthday party goes to the dogs

I went to my first birthday party for my friend Bella. She is looking splendid in her little beanie, munching on one of the gifts. All the dogs got balls for favors, so we didn't have to fight over anything. No one cried, which the Feeder said is rather unusual as most of these parties go. (Dogs don't cry! Sometimes I wonder about her). Anyway, I used to think I was Bella's only boyfriend, but apparently there is another lab, Bubba, that has taken my place. I wasn't too happy about that, so I chased him around the dog park a bit. (I hope I impressed Bella. I think she likes us bad boys!).