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No! She’s too cute. She did have a pretty good bead on my sister’s burger though, and made sure to keep all other dogs away from us. No one else was going to get love from us or threaten our well being! Good Girl!
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She really, really, REALLY wanted to play. Really. She brought over her squeaker, gave it a few tosses, then gave up. My sis and I had gone to the dog park with Rocket so we could all walk off our winter fat, Rocket has the most, where she ran around barking at everything and everyone for about an hour. It’s a great deal of hard work being Queen of the dog park.
Why is the pappy sporting a few extra these days?
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Stealing the snack from the pantry.
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More thievery.
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Ahhhh, enjoying the bounty from our ‘labor’. ‘Does my fur make my butt look big?’
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Everybody howl…ahoooooooooo!
My sister called me today to see if I wanted to go to the dog park with her (and, you-know-who).
When she got to my house, she told me that Rocket knew exactly where they were going. When my sister passed the park to pick me up, Rocket flipped out. She whined, howled, and carried on to let my sister know she had passed by the desired destination. What a character! I can just hear her little pea brain trying to figure out why my sister wasn’t turning into the parking lot for the dog park.
‘Where is she going? Doesn’t she know she passed it? She has to know, it’s right-there!’
Oh the agonies and drama of being a small bred dog.
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The first thing you do when you get to the park, is sniff.
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Then, you say, ‘hi’ to whomever is there. They are usually sniffing too. It’s cool. That’s how we roll at the dog park.
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See the little guy I highlighted? I was busy taking another picture and I feel something ram into my knee. I look down and this little guy is jumping up at me as if he had springs tied to the bottoms of his feet. He was jumping straight up about 2-3 feet! PING! PING! PING! Have you ever been so full of joy you just had to jump? Maybe you need to go to the dark park more often.
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The dp used to be very over grown and jungle-like. We were surprised to see that it had been cleared out of all the under brush. I hope they left the apple tree alone.
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It’s so purdy!
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Although a good time was had by all, I think one of us enjoyed it a bit more than the rest of us. Look at that smile! She’s a happy pappy.
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For Christmas, The Pioneer Woman received a puppy. She said his toes smelled like Fritos. The other day, I was at my sister’s house and yep, dog toes do smell like Fritos.
6:00 a.m.Hid under the covers, but the humans still found me and tossed me out into the cold to go potty. Honestly, if they have indoor plumbing, why can’t I?
7:00 a.m. Hang out under the boy’s chair and wait for food to drop. Mmmm, pancakes, my favorite.
7:45 a.m. Watch female and boy leave and get into big black truck. I like the truck. It has warm seats. I have the whole house to myself. Time to plot.
8:15 a.m. Female is back. I pretend to slee…zzzzz.
10:00 a.m. Bark at birds and am let outside and I find the steak bone from last night’s dinner in a snow drift. Hmm beefcicle!
10:30 a.m. Female has been trying to get me to relinquish the bone. As if! I must bring it into the house as it is too cold to continue to enjoy outside. I hear the door bell. Is it a trick? No, the other female is here that looks like my human. I want to greet her but my human still won’t let me in the door. They are talking. What’s this? A snack! Just inside the door. I don’t have room in my mouth for both. The bone can wait.
11:00 a.m. Why are they standing in the food room and not feeding me? The food closet is just right there. I shall remind them I am waiting. BARK! Why are they scowling?
11:02a.m. Mmm, snack. Oh, they are cooking. I love it when they cook. The air smells so good!
1:00 p.m. There are creatures in my back yard. Do the humans not see them? Do they not see the birds? I must bark at the birds and chase them or they will take over the yard! Hey! Let me out humans!
2:00 They are both on the floor. They must want to play! I’ll go and get my toy.
2:01 They are ignoring me. I will lick them and let them know I’m ready to play. The one that looks like my master ruffles my fur and gets up off the floor. What is she doing?
2:05 They are…dancing? It looks like they are doing what the lady on the bright box is doing (author’s note: we were belling dancing to the Shimmie show). They didn’t want to play after all. Sigh. I’m taking a nap. Silly humans.
2:30 They sit down and are talking now. I will go and sit in my master’s lap. It is my favorite place in the house. My second favorite is my special chair in the office. The Boy doesn’t have HIS own chair in the office, but I do. It is so that I can keep an eye on the neighborhood and let my master know if there is anything suspicious going on, like stray leaves, crazy squirrel activity, or those crazy bunnies I like to chase. Oh how I love how their fur tickles my lips when I catch one. I caught one the other day and was nibbling on its fluffy bottom. My master came running out of the house to rescue it. Can you believe? Oh Diary, it was a sad day indeed. My first bunny catch and it was taken away. I was robbed!
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My car got a hold of some bad gas. No, not the kind from eating my garlic chicken soup thank you very much. I went to the same place I always go but for some reason, after I fueled up, my car started ‘lagging’ as my dad calls it. I call it a major freak out on my part. If my car fails, how will I ever get to the library? It is, after all, my second home. How will I get tot he thrift store or the antique mall? I think I need bunny therapy. Bunny what? You might ask. Bunny therapy. It seems to work for Rocket.
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Mmm, bunny, bunny, bunny. So good to nibble.
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Okay here we go. My first photo naming contest.
This is a photo of Girl Rocket. Yeah, but I’m not the one who named her. My nephew did, she’s his dog. When Rocket was a wobbly puppy falling down every 3rd step, C.A.N. saw her potential and new some day she would run fast, hence, the name Rocket but then realizing she is a girl and Rocket was a bit manly sounding, he added Girl to it and now she is Girl Rocket at the vet, and Brat Face to us. Really. I’ve never met a more bossy dog. Rocket, loves her squeaky toy. She will go insane trying to get it back if you take it, and, as you can see in this picture, she loves to make it squeak, inside her mouth (it amplifies the sound-trust me). Squea-SQUEA-squea-squeak.
So, give this photo a name and win the prize. An Aurora personal size teapot with filter and a baggie of chai tea. Yes, a baggie. I have a huge container of chai tea which will be the source of your baggie of tea.
One entry per person and please, titles only, not long captions. Thanks!
CONTEST ENDS TONIGHT AT 9:00 PM MOUNTAIN TIME
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I always thought I’d marry a man with black hair and green eyes. So how did I end up with Mr. Brown Eyes? What do his brown eyes remind me of do you think?
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A little closer.
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Puppy eyes. He has puppy eyes, and they get him whatever he wants including a ’skillet’ breakfast of hash browns, eggs, bacon and leeks with cheese when I’d rather be blogging. Yeah, I’m a sucker for those eyes and these…
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“My, what strong powerful forearms you have,” she said.
“All the better to hold you close with my dear,” he replied reaching for her.
Look into my eyes you silly human and bring me tea and toast and be snappy about it!
My sister’s papillion.