I GOT MY OZZIE BACK!

Oh, joy!  Oh, joy!  Ozzie came to play with me.  We have been back in Arizona for three weeks and I didn't know where my Ozzie was.  You remember Ozzie.  The beautiful Australian Shepherd who likes to boss me and Buster around.  I missed him and Buster sooooo much. 

But yesterday, Mom invited her friend Ellen to come over and bring Ozzie to play in the park.  Buster was maybe going to come too, but he couldn't make it.  I can't wait to see Buster, too.  Buster is a German Shepherd, like me, but waaayyyy bigger.  Oh, wait.  I'm supposed to be talking about Ozzie. 

So Mom and me went to the park.  We sat and watched kids play basketball.  I didn't know why we would do that.  I mean, I love to watch kids do almost anything, but I couldn't remember ever sitting with Mom to watch them play basketball.  But I was fascinated.

 

Suddenly, I heard a car drive in behind us.  My "Greeting" instincts kicked in and I turned to go greet the newcomers.  I KNEW that car.  It was my Ozzie's car.  Well not really.  It really is his mom's car, but he was in it.  I just knew it.

 

I ran to the door to help Ellen (not my Mom, Ellen, but Mom's friend, Ellen) get out of the car.  Then I ran to the back 'cuz I knew Ozzie sits in the trunk and he was there!  Oh, joy.

He jumped out and we immediately jumped up and down on each other.  Mom pulled me away, and said we had to wait till we got to the grass before we could wrestle.  So I raced down the path and told Ozzie to follow and I dragged mom towards the grass.  I could not wait to play with Ozzie.

 

And when we got there, did we play?  We ran and ran and ran.

 Ozzie forgot to bring his toys.  But I offered him my new Kong Frizbee.

    

We played keep-away and tug-o-war.  And they I asked him to play with my ball, too.

We played so hard, we finally had to stop and take a breath.

Of course, Ozzie made sure he had control of my ball when we rested.  Nothing's changed! 

 
 
I'm so glad I have my Ozzie back!  Now we need Buster to come back too.  It's nice to have friends!

Hope you all have good friends to play with. 

 

Love, G

Do you like my new BIG friend?

We're really back in Arizona.  I'm getting back into the routine.  Sleep on the bed with Mom and Dad at night.  Wrestle with them on the bed till someone gets up and gets me my breakfast.  Take a loooooong walk all around Desert Camp Road.  Then Mom and Dad have breakfast (and Mom sneaks me a squirt of whipped cream when she makes a bowl of fruit for Dad.)  Then I'm ready for a nap with Dad. 

Mom says, when I take a nap, sometimes I move like I'm running in my sleep.  And she may be right.  'Cuz today I was napping and I was dreaming about Boots.  Who is Boots?  Didn't I tell you about Boots?  I can't believe it.  Boots is so cool.

Well let me tell you about Boots.  Boots is actually back in St. Louis.  He came to my new Dog Park near the school.  (Where Cider the mean dog doesn't come.)  Mom said Boots should have been named Beethoven.  I don't know why.  He looks like Boots to me.  See, here is Boots.

You can see why they call him Boots.  He is so pretty with those white boots.  He has white on his chest just like me.  And he was so very nice to me.

I introduced him to my funny pool.  He really liked it. 

Then we ran and played and ran some more.  (That's probably what I was doing in my sleep when my legs were moving in my nap.) 

 I told him to come back again when I come back to Clayton.  We could be really good friends. 

Anyway, that's Boots.  You can see why I dreamt I was running with him.  It was a good dream.  I have lots of good dreams.

Hope you have the best dreams!

Love, G

...oh, Whew! They're NOT trying to leave me!

If you remember, in my last blog post, I was really worried that Mom and Dad were going on another long vacation and leaving me.  I was glued to my little doggie bed which Mom had put in the kitchen and I thought she was going to send me and the doggie bed away.

That night, we all went to bed and I worried all night. I got up off the bed during the night and wandered around the bedroom.  Were Mom and Dad going to go away?  What was going on?  I didn't know.  Mom was up and around, too.  What was she doing?  Was she worried, too?  Then Dad was up too.  They were up too early.  My stomach hadn't started growling yet, but WOW! I was getting breakfast WAY before the sun was up.  This couldn't be all bad.

Soon we were putting things on the elevator and sending them down to the basement.  The car was full of stuff.  All the stuff that had been stored in the back room!  It was all in the car.  This must be it.  They were ready to put all the stuff and me in the car and go away.

Wait.  That's not how it happened when they went to Scotland.  Then they sent their stuff down to the basement and then gave me a few pats and left.  This is different.  I AM going with them.  I'm getting in the back seat and my doggie bed is coming with us and we are all going!  Oh, joy, Oh, joy!

Soon we were on our way.  And this time, I knew we would go by the turn for the Dog Park.  Not like the last time when I thought they had missed the turn.  I know now.  We're on our way back to Scottsdale and my friends back there.  And we are all going together. 

I could finally relax, knowing the we were all going to be together.  And I knew this was going to be a long, long trip.  I remember it from last year.  I may as well settle in on my pillow and make the most of it.

 

Along the way, I could see Dad needed my advice on where we were going, so I got up and gave him my ideas.

 

I'm sure he appreciated it.  I like to make his life easier.

 

We rode for 11 or more hours, and I was getting hungry and tired.  We saw a Billboard that advertised just what I was looking for.  Lots and lots of food.

 

 

And, it didn't cost anything.  I told Dad to stop so we could get the 72 oz Steak.  And we did stop.  But he didn't get the steak.  I got my usual dinner.  Which I really appreciated by then. We stayed at another La Quinta Hotel - like the last time we went to Scottsdale. And this time I went right to sleep.  I wasn't worried anymore.  I knew where we were going.

 

And the next day, I spent most of my day protecting the food box in the back seat.  I wanted to be sure it was there when we got to Scottsdale.

 

 

And we finally made it back.  I'm really glad to be back here and looking forward to seeing my old friends.

 

But I'm 'specially glad that Mom and Dad weren't thinking about leaving me.  I think they really need me around.  And I'm happy to help them. 

 

Talk to you soon.  I've some sleep to catch up on.

 

Love, G.

 

PS  It's really nice here in Scottsdale.  We're going for a long walk tomorrow.  

 

 

 

 



I'm Really Nervous!

Things have been going on here at the house that I just don't like.  Mom and Dad have been putting lots and lots of clothes and their toys and stuff in the back bedroom.  (That's where I usually go to watch out the back window so I can see all the things going on in Clayton.  Dad says I go there to "watch TV".  Uh,oh, I'm digressing again.  Sorry.)

Anyway, as I was saying, they have golf clubs and cameras in the back room.  And lots and lots of clothes.  These are the same things they packed when they left me for three whole weeks last June.  They told me they were going and would be back, but I didn't believe them.  I didn't believe that they would leave me.  And when they did.  I didn't believe they were coming back.  But they did, but it was a long long time.  I had fun with Kelley but I missed my Mom and Dad. 

This time they keep telling me not to worry.  I am going too.  Going where?  I can't play golf.  Why would they take me too?  I don't believe them.  I think they are going away, and this time it's for a REALLLLLLLY long time.  They just don't want me to worry.  That's what it is! 

But tonight, Mom put my doggie bed in the kitchen.  They're going to send me somewhere else, while they go away!  They can't do that.  I won't go.  I'm going to sit on my doggie bed so they can't move it.  That's what I'll do.

OK,  Mom, just try to get this bed out of the house.  I'm not budging.  And if I don't budge, then you can't send my bed away, and you can't leave me again. 

 

But what does my mom do?  She just laughs at me and takes pictures.  Doesn't she know I really mean it?  This bed is going nowhere.  I don't care what she does, I can stay here all day and all night.  And I will.  Take that, Mom & Dad.  Now you can't go anywhere either.

 

 

 

Please send an email and tell my mom and dad not to go away from me again,

 

G    (to be continued....)



The Decision

Thanks to all of you who voted for my picture.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) it was a really close call.  If we discount 5 of Aunt Joycie's votes (she voted 6 times, one for each of her family members), then there were two votes for Pictures 1,2,4,5, and 6 and 5 for picture 3.  AND, a lot of you said to make a collage 'cuz you couldn't really pick the best.  I get that.  I'm so photogenic it IS hard to pick out my best shot.  So I told Mom what she should do is to do one big picture of #3 (so I can have a puppy picture that fits in with my brother's pictures) and then do a collage of all of my good pics. 

She thought that was a good idea and she ran a few collages with Microsoft Auto Collage.  We picked out a good one:

But I told her she should get one of those frames that separate the pictures.  I think she'll probably do that. 

It's been a very stressfull two weeks trying to decide the best pictures to depict my very special personality.  But now that we have it done, I'm ready to move on to my next adventures.

Thank you for your help.  I'll be back with new adventures next week!

All my love,  G

Help Us Decide

My Mom has framed pictures in her office of all of her puppy dogs 'cept me.  I asked her why.  'Specially since I was voted cutest dog in the Post Dispatch contest last year.  (Well, 3rd cutest dog, anyway.)  But I think I should have a puppy picture in a frame just like Brandy, and Hercules and Caesar.

So Mom and me, (oops, I mean Mom and I) picked out a few pictures to blow up and put in a frame.  But I can't decide.  Can you help me?

#1  This is one of my littlest ones.  I sorta remember that fluffy toy.  I think I had it for about two days before there was nothing left.  And this picture is even before I ate the rug!  That's how I know it was right after I came to Clayton.  Mom bought the rug so I would have something comfy to sleep on when the sun shone through the kitchen door. I pretty much destroyed the rug in the first few days. 

 

 

#2  I'm pretty cute in this one, too, don't you think?  But Mom could have done the shadows better.  I think this was before she took those camera lessons.  I tried working my magic with my Corel Paintshop Pro, but I couldn't save it.  But I'm still a cutie, don't you think?

 

 

 

#3  Oh, look at this handsome fellow.  I like this one, 'cuz it shows my serious side.  My brother Hercules has a picture like this - waxing philosophical, Mom calls it.  I have no idea what that means. But it sounds cool.  

 

 

 

 

#4  Didn't want you to think I'm serious all the time.  I like to make people laugh and you shoulda seen Mom and Dad when I did this for them.  It's probably not the right picture for a framed picture.  But I like it.  This one is more like my brother Caesar.  He was the mischievous one.  I like being like all my brothers.

 

 

 

#5  In this one I was 6 1/2 months old.  I think Mom really likes this one.  She has it on her iphone and shows it to people when they show her pictures of their kids and grandkids.  I dunno.  I'm pretty handsome in this one too.  Just getting pretty old by now.

 

 

#6  And then there's my famous picture, the one that won the contest (OK, the one that came in third.).  I kinda like this one 'cuz you can see hot fit and trim I am.  And I am sooo be-u-tee-ful here don't you think?

 

 

I would really appreciate if you could help me decide which picture we should frame.  Mom's retired now and I don't think she should be spending a lot of money on pictures of me, so we need to choose just one.  But I don't know which to choose.  You can just reply to this email.  I know it says, "no reply" somewhere up top there, but Aunt Annie replies all the time.  And I write back to her. 

 

I look forward to your vote!  All my love, G

 

Sometimes, You Gotta Do What You Gotta Do

A couple of days ago, me and Mom (she would tell me, that's wrong, it's not "me & Mom", 'cuz "me" isn't a subject, but it should be "Mom & I",  Mom REALLY hates when people use the wrong pronouns.  Like, "Her and her husband went to the ballgame."  She says it sounds like nails across a chalkboard;  If you said, "her went to the ballgame"  you'd know it's just not right and sounds like someone with no education, so....uh, oh...I'm digressing again.  Sorry.  I'll stop.

Any way, WE (that's the right pronoun), went to the Dog Park.  It was a little later than we usually go and I didn't know the dogs well.  Cider was there.  I met him with Auntie Annie.  He's not real nice.  And Cookie was there.  Cookie and her human are really nice, but when Cider is there, they go to the far end of the Park.  When I came in, Cider was really mean.  (He can be really mean, although the last time we were there with Cider, when he was mean, I could run to the pool and get in it.  The pool was safe.  Cider knew the pool was safe and he just sat outside the pool until I jumped out and ran.)  But this time, he wouldn't let me get to the pool.  He growled and barked and bared his teeth at me.

I could see Mom was a little scared.  She got between me and Cider and I was ascared that Cider might bite her.  She tried to make him be good, but he got worse and I was really ascared for her.  So finally, I went to the gate and said, "Mom, lets go.  I don't want Cider to bite you."  And she agreed with me, and told Cider's human that we were leaving.  I think she was mad at Cider's human. 

I was disappointed, 'cuz I like playing at the Dog Park.  But I told Mom we should go to a place we had seen on one of our walks.  It's a fenced in park by an old abandoned school.  And we saw people playing with dogs there.  So I suggested we go there.

And we did.  It was a pretty park.  It had fences all around.  And a funny little river with water.  Almost like my swimmiIng pools at the dog park.   It was pretty neat.

I played by myself for a little while, but then, more dogs came!  Really fun dogs.  Two labradors and they seemed to really like me too.

We introduced ourselves.   And then I showed them my favorite game.  They liked playing tug-a-war with my frizbee, just like me!

So, good things come when you take good care of your human.  I think Mom really liked this new place I took her to.  And, these new friends aren't going to bite her.  So all's well that ends well.  Like I said, Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.  (Take that Cider!)

Love ya,  G.