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My second blizzard of 2010!

February 10, 2010 in Observations, Travel

Where's my ball?

Geepees! I know it’s been quite a lengthy time-unit since I posted to my blog, but this day is just the sort of time that Dad and I can sit at the computer together. Check out these booties I have on! They’re kinda like balloons, but they’re made to keep my feets dry and that nasty salt out of my paddles. When I get salt in my paddles… youch! Mom bought them for me, even though Dad was being pretty unpositive about them before. I think he changed his mind when he saw how much fun I have once I have them on. I mean, I say once because I hate it when they put them on. I might be only 12 units of weight, but it still takes two human animals to put them on me.

Anywhich, this snow stuff is FUN! This is my second blizzard so far this year. You might have missed the first one if you’re a city dog… I can’t say for sure. We were in the up state at the first of the year. You remember the outsidey place where Woody and Milly have the fixer upper house? Well, we went up in this crazy car that my friend Hank’s dad loaned us for a couple of days. The snowy time didn’t stop for a minute when we were there, and Dad was worried that we might slide right off the road and then dad would be in trouble with Hank’s dad about the crazy car. Hank and I had a great time, except we really couldn’t stay in the real outside for more than a few small time-units. If we did, we would turn into frozen things and not be able to be alive any more! Lucky for us, the fixer upper house had heating racks in most of the rooms, and a great heating box in the middle of the living room. It was like the picture box that we watch little worlds on, but this one only shows a few pieces of wood, with bright orange light coming off of it. And it’s really really hot! If I were to touch my nose to it… Wowf! That would certainly teach me a lesson, as Dad likes to say.

Speaking of teaching a lesson…

I LOVE this ball

It’s official… I have become obbsessified about my ball. Extra specially this one. We found this in the back of a yellow paycar a while back. A lady had been sitting on it just before she got out and we got in, but she didn’t look much like a ball-lover, or a mother hen,  so Dad didn’t call out after her. Plus, we were in a hurryrush to get somewhere in the yellow paycar.

Anywhich, the snow stuff makes it really easy for me to find my little ball, too. With the combination of slippy booties and the ball gogetbringback game, the dog run was just about more fun than I can remember for ages of time-units!

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Blogger’s Block

September 14, 2009 in Friends, Travel

Oh buoy!

It’s been a big timeunit since I did a post. Dad says I’ve got a block in my blogging, but he insures me that it’s pretty common to not do a post regularly. Few! But, be that as dismay, I really do need to catch up… the last post (accidentally, Dad says that “The Last Post” is also the name of a tuna that’s played on a buggle (?) at rememberance day ceremonials. It sounds pretty sadly, and makes people think about soldiers that fell down during stupid fights between countries. I’m not sure why they fell down, but it seems like something to avoid. Oh poople! I’m digresting again. Sorry.) that I posted was about being in the up state at Woody and Millie’s fixer upper. Geepees! Lots have happened since that once time.

Frinstance, we went again to Montauk and I got to hang out with Nate (that’s Nate in the picture with me) and Reece (not in the picture with me, only because I didn’t look so good in the picture with the two of them), and everyhuman says stuff like, “Look at that little guy. He thinks he’s one of the big dogs!”. I mean, darf! In the words of some olden, dead French philanderer or somesuch: “I think I’m a big dog, therefore I am a big dog.” I could bark on to you  at length about French humans and bulldogs… don’t get me started.

Anywhich, it sure was great to be there. Each morning and some evenings, we would go down to the place where that saltish water comes right up on the sand and have a good old tussle. The place has a name kind of like “bitch” but the humans didn’t like to use that name, since every time they did, Nate would go nuts and start wanting to go there. I could run around an go crazy like a proper Jackie. My dad didn’t put my leashy on much more than about once on the whole trip, and normally he carried me down the that watery-sandy bitch-sounding-place in his arm while we were on a two-wheel riding car with no motor but foot rests that went around and around. When we got near the place he would let me down on the earth again, and I would run very fast in front of his riding car, until we got to the staircase to the sandy-watery spot. What a view!

The dogs that the humans called big would run into the wavey water chasing Nate’s orange boy-toy. As much as I like to play with those other dogs, you wouldn’t catch me getting in the there, no Suri. I don’t like the wavey water, plus I figure I’m going to get my fur coat all salty and then have to have a shower. I really really don’t like that showering. But guess what? My dad would still shower me off, just for good measures, he said. I get so maddened when I get showered, but it feels so good when it’s over… I go fricky silly and run about as if I’m mentally derailed.

Dad says he’s going to put up some photopictures (and some that are moving too on the my YouTube movies page) from our trip, so watch out for them. In the nowtime, though… it’s good to be back with you bloggees.