Nose2nose

This an old Doggin ritual where the Biggest Dog of the world meets with the younger Dog and they brush noses with out smashing them.  There is no inappropriate sniffing or you are asked to leave.  Manners and sedate dignified movements are suggetive of the queen mum.  

The end results a securing a formal acquaintance that will stand the young duffer in good stead.

Ta ta for now. yup yup

Empathy is a good thing.

Now, I am not here to sell Kleneex although Nana uses the boxes with the flowers on it.  I like flowers and the box...

OK.  So.  I am growing up.  I weight 82.6 pounds because the scale at Dr. Oler's office said so.  That means that I am getting smarter.  I am a working dog and my job is to love people and help them know that they are good and are brave. 

So we have some friends in our office and we were loving them just as hard as we could and there were tears.  So I did what I needed to do and I went and got her a kleenex from the box on the table.  I knew it had to be clean so I pulled it from the box on the table  (At least Nana thought so because it was clean) and brought it to her. 

It got very quiet in the room and then I got petted.  I sooooo love that.  But, you know, sometimes people just need a kleenex and a loving paw.

I do the Hokey Pokey.

We need to be honest about this.  Nana is not good with her left and rights.  She got her wrong and rights done pat thanks to Great Grandpa and Great Nana, but left rights left...not so much.  She would not make a good Marine.

So it is great fun to watch her do the Hokey Pokey.  Nana!  Pay Attention!!  You put your LEFT paw in and you take your LEFT paw out!  And then you shake it all about.  THAT is what its all about.

No Nana.  That is your right paw.  Lets try this again.

You put your RIGHT paw in.  You put your RIGHT paw out.  You put your right paw in and you shake it all about.  You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around...

  Hey!  NANA!!  I am talking to you!!!  Get back in here...

No cookie for you.

Another Saturday night...

I get a bath on Saturday night.  Nana says, "Bailey, get in the tub please".  And I do because she says "please".  ha haha.

She took off my collar and I stepped in because I am a good Dog and I was thirsty.

Guess who else had to have a bath!  Yup, you guess it right.  Toddie.  I helped take his collar off and I helped shampoo him and rub him down with the towel.  He didn't like it.

He was mad.  And wet and cold.  Sorry Todd but you had sticky ears. 
Nana used MY brush on Todd and I was mad too.  So I sat on Nana and Todd.  ta da.

I can't spell

Nana looked at the last posting and she noticed that I spelled "experienced" wrong.   She also talked to me about saying that a Lady (like Cue) would not be "experienced."  That Cue has "intuition".  Ok Nana, whatever. you say.

Nana went away to see Polly get married.  hi Polly!  I would have come if you had invited me...but congradulations anyway.

This is a special beach.  It is where Lori taught Buckwheat how to swim.  And Toddie learned to stay out of the water.  I didn't get to go there.  I wan't invited.  Nana says that a car with an L in its name can't have a wet dog on its seat.  Nonsense I say, Nonsense.

Back to the Salt mines...

...Yeah, School is starting up again. I have to go back because Nana does not "get it"...you know what I mean.  This is what she says: "Excuse me!"  and "I am sorry" and "Get down Honey please".  HA!  She should be polite to me because I am The Dog.

So Shadow has come to play.  He is a young thing so Cue is too exerienced a dame to run with the puppies.  But he knew his manners, see?

He is not bad for a youngester.  YOU should watch me Shadow, I will show you how its done.

Busted!!!

It started out a ordinary, beautiful day.  We (the Royal We, as in Nana) was going to get her nails done.  I don't know what nails done but I know what it means to me and Todd.  We got stuck in the car.

YEAH! Grandpa, look what happens when you are not home!!!!

So. Me and the Shortie decided to take the car, commonly known as Buttercup and hot rod around town, cruzin' and smoothin' our way up 179, maybe even get to Flagstaff.  Checking out the girls.  So we did.

I sat in the front driver's seat because I can a) see over the steering wheel and b) I can reach the pedals.  Shorty objected to that but he is blind and so we finally agreed that I would drive. 

We barely made it out of the parking lot when Nana noticed and bam! Boom! Badaboom!  We lost custody of the keys and we got separated.  Todd is in the front and I got sent to the back seat.
It woulda been so fun.
Heeheeee...For a minute, this old dude thought we were on the road....He was laughin so hard we finally pointed out the closest hydrant.  Sheesh.  A little Class here please.  It IS a Lexus afterall.

So much to tell

I just wanted to share with you The Dog Theory, in case you didn't get to hear it before.  It is about your Beloved...your potential Beloved.
Here's the deal:  You look around and you find the dog that you like best.  A nice dog like ME.  Why do you like me?  I am pretty (some say beautiful), I sit down when I am supposed to, I want to play when you want to play, I eat whatever you put in front of me.  I capture pine cones. I work.  I have friends.  Now, think about the special friend that you want?
Are they friendly? (like me)
Are they beautiful? (like me)
Are they working? (like me)
Are they Big?  (like me)
Does your person play when you want to play or lay down when you want they to?

see, if you pick the right dog, chances are HIGHLY LIKELY that you will pick your right person.
That's the Dog Theory.
Nana won't let me tell about the Cat Theory.  She says it is bad enough that I told you that she picked grandpa according to the dog Theory. 
So, youse heard it here first!  She won't talk!  Claws are flashing.  Much hissing and spitting.  Furs a flyn'