Friday, December 27, 2013

Happy happy snow snow! (by Ojo)

Hi hi hi! Ojo here! Happy happy snow snow! Happy happy snow snow!

Happy happy snow snow! Happy happy snow snow!

Snow under my paws! Snow in  my mouth! Snow to bite! Snow to chase! Snow to bounce in!

I am very serious about my snow.

Cobi, why are you looking at me like that? You love snow just as much as I do!

Happy happy snow snow! Happy happy snow snow!

I got snow for Christmas!

Ojo asked for a couch for Christmas. She did not get it. (Although she did get to sleep on the bed with our littlest person.)

The key to doing well at Christmas is to ask for things that you know Santa can deliver. A couch would never fit down the chimney. In fact, we don't even have a chimney. But Santa did deliver something special. Something very important. Something we both asked for...


Snow is one of my favourite things in the whole wide world!! And Santa brought it for us, just because we asked!! (You see, it pays to be a Good Dog!)

I was so happy with  my snow that I even let Ojo play with me. We had lots of fun running and chasing and leaping!

And then, after all the playing, it was time for a long winter's nap...

Thursday, December 26, 2013

BAD! (by Ojo)

Santa has come and gone, and you know what that means, right? I can be BAD again!

This morning I begged at the table. I stole some Christmas presents. I stole Cobi's chewie (but the people made me give it back). I slept on the people-bed.

And this is the best part! Have you ever met Snow Man? Snow Man has a carrot for his nose. I have found many of these Snow Mans. And I am very sneaky - I have stolen the Snow Man nose!

This Snow Man does not have a carrot nose. That is no good. I will just chew on his arm instead.

But that Snow Man - he had a carrot nose! I have scored many carrot noses so far! My person keeps taking them back, but if I chew really fast I can eat most of it before she gets to me!

Oh I am so happy that I can be Bad again! Hurray!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

This was Christmas! (by Ojo)

Today was Christmas! Last night Santa came! We were Good Dogs afterall!!

This was for Cobi!

And this one was for ME!!

I grabbed my blue-monster-squeaking-toy right away! Cobi was more polite and waited for the people. Her chicken squeaked too!

AND we got bully sticks!! Here my littlest person helps get the plastic off. (I could have done that.)

But THIS was the best part - the PAPER!!!

I love the paper. More paper please!

(Why did the people sigh and moan?)

My Bed is perfect, thank-you-very-much. Please leave it just the way it is! I like the paper!

Then it was time for a nap.

Okay, yes, it's not my Bed. I will share with you, my littlest person. Merry Christmas to my people - thank-you for bringing me to your home! Merry Christmas Cobi! And Merry Christmas to all of you!

Saturday, December 21, 2013

I am being Good...

...I am being Good, I am being Good, I am being Good!

It is VERY hard to be Good all the time! Santa, please come soon! Before I run out of Good things to chew on. Please!!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Walking the Rainbow Bridge

Last night the Cat Named Jericho walked over the Rainbow Bridge.

She was a very wise Cat. She didn't speak to us Dogs very much, but when she did it was always to impart some important wisdom such as "Do not wake a sleeping Cat" (who knew?), or "That bed is mine."

Our littlest person in particular misses her very much. They slept in the same bed at night, and cuddled all the time. The Cat Named Jericho listened to and protected all of our littlest person's secrets. Like I said, she was a very wise Cat.

Good-bye, friend Cat. You will be missed.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Stocking Problem

Oh look - there's my stocking!! It's red with a white paw print. Isn't it lovely?

Each year the people hang it for me. Then, on Christmas Eve, if I have been a Very Good Dog (which I always am of course!), Santa and Rudolph fill it with treats and toys for me! Hurray! It's stocking time!

Look at the stocking on the far left. That is for one of the Cats. It is much smaller than mine. Hah. I am much Gooder than the Cats!

But - wait. Just wait. What's that new stocking next to mine? The one with the green paw print?

That's Ojo's stocking, you say?

Hang on! It's so big!! It will hold waaay more treats and toys than my stocking!

Sigh. Life isn't fair around here.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Dear Santa (from Ojo)

Dear Santa,

Ojo here! Cobi has been telling me all about this thing called "Christmas". She says that it is amazing, and that I will get yummy food and toys and all sorts of good things... BUT this only happens if I can convince you and your friend Rudolph that I have been a Good Dog this year.

So here it goes.

Santa, I have to tell you that my year started off pretty tough. I had a family but I lost them. I don't think they wanted me any more. They didn't say why, just they were there and then they were not. I lived on the streets and was called "stray". I had to steal my food in order to survive. Does this make me Bad? I hope not.

Then I got picked up by some people and put in the place called "pound". I lived there for what felt like a very long time. I got to go outside only sometimes, and didn't get much exercise. This was very hard for me. I love the outside so very much, Santa! Does me barking and whining in the pound make me Bad? I hope not.

A pawesome group of people called "Dog Bless Rescue" saw me. I tried to look cute and pretty (and like a Good Dog), and it must have worked because I was taken out of the pound. I had something happen that hurt lots called "spaying". I had shots and stuff put on my skin. Then I was stuck in a tiny box and put on a noisy thing called airplane.

When I got off the air smelled different, and everything was all new.

Like I said Santa, my year started off pretty tough.

But things got better from there. My foster home was pretty nice, and then - my people found me!

So here's the deal.

Santa, I did not know I wasn't supposed to eat the Cat Food. I only jump on people sometimes, when I'm really excited. I thought the Recycling was a bin of toys for me to play with. (That's an honest mistake!)

I chew on shoes and water bottles and the stairs only when I get really, really bored. Can you blame me? I mostly only forget to listen to my people when there is a squirrel or rabbit or bird nearby.

I did not know that the magnets on the fridge are not for chewing on. Or the coasters. Or my littlest person's soccer cleats.

I did not know that the couch is not for sleeping on. (It's so comfy, Santa!) I did not know that I was not supposed to bury a bone outside, then dig it up a week later and bring it back into the house. I did not know that the stuffed toy named Puffie belongs to Cobi. (Cobi, I am sorry I took some of the insides out of your favourite toy. I feel very bad about this.)

But I am trying very hard to be a Good Dog. Here is how I am Good:

  • I Sit and Lie Down and go to my bed when the people ask me. (Most of the time.) 
  • I do not chase the Cats. 
  • I play the game called "training". (I can go around trees and weave my person's legs and bow and shake paws and all sorts of pawesome things!)
  • After my Walk I curl up into a little ball and go to sleep so my person can work.
  • I am very gentle with little people.
  • I let Cobi think she is the boss.
  • I sat still while the people put a silly hat on my head and pointed their big, black eye named "camera" at me. (See my pawesome picture below!)
  • I give my people licks and wags every single day.

So clearly I am a Good Dog.

For Christmas I would like the following things:

  • Snow
  • A couch that I am allowed to lie on
  • Anything squeaky, chewy or smelly
  • To keep my new family forever and ever

Licks and wags,