Nana sent me a reminder that Unca Bob is my uncle.  I KNOW that already, Nana.  Thanks for the update though.

He has accepted a position in my Cabinet as Attorney General although as we are Navy People, it will be called Attorney Admirable.  A noun and a verb. 

 

 

Anyway, Note-to-self, Nana...Bob IS my uncle and I have an appointment with him.

 

This is my inscrutable face.  I am not saying that I will see you in Court...but I am saying if you can't find that little pieces of sticky note pads, I ate them.

 

Don't bother.  I am a Navajo Code talker and it is NOT in this book.  This is part of my military background and it will serve me well that people can't understand me in my upcoming presidential debate.

 

I think you have read enough for today.

Airport. Again. And Again and again

Helllllloooo.
She left.

This is me waiting at the airport.  I think I should have a locker there so I can keep food and toys there...

So bored.


Nana went away but she sent pictures...

The best part is that she did not fall down any of these stairs.  Obviously she had her angels with her because we all know she is a klutz.

She informed grandpa that she met Rhett and Ashley.  I don't really care, I read the book and Rhett appears to be unstable and Ashley is too stable.


I accepted my first bribe today!  I am getting to be a real politician.  Are you proud????

So Nana has been here.  Nana has been there.  And Nana is meeting herself coming and going.  Grandpa has been here.  Grandpa has been there.  And Grandpa met Nana coming and going.  So guess where I am?

What's riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!  I am at the airport.  Faithful. Loyal Good Dog. 


I am lying on the car keys.  Be nice to me

Apparently when you are running for President - can you IMAGINE my Presidential Library???  All the books on Dog brains?????

Anyway, when you are running for President, you have to have a physical.  So I went to VetMed - those wonderful people (I love you Jackie...in a Plato Pluto kind of way) and NANA allowed them to do a full physical.  Full. 

I sat down.  So rude.

THEN they hauled me down the hall and took enough blood to help out the Red Cross.

They called Nana and reported that I need to lose a few.  Everything is NORMAL.  BORING even.

Well.  I am indignant.  Nothing about me is NORMAL or Boring.  I am ABNORMAL I AM TELLING YOU!

I have opposable thumbs.  I do.  I promise you that when I am elected, all DOGS will have opposable thumbs.

I promise.

Excuse me, I have to call Unca Bob now.  He's a good man, great lawyer..................

This running for President is HARD work! 

Look at what I had to do...

 

SEE! How respectful I am of property rights???

SEE! I only walk on the concrete?

See! I did not do anything YOU would not do.

See, I stumped!!!  Like Nana said I needed to do, to get my face "out there". 

SEE my FACE???  IT is OUT THERE!!!!!!

This is my caninedate picture.

So part of my platform is that

1.  EQUAL RIGHTS FOR CANINES!  Down with King George, Dogs rule and Cats drool.  From now on CATS will not be allowed to wander freely, yowling on walls, chasing small dogs, indiscriminately catting around.  Get a license CAT!

2. Every dog who wants one will be issued a human baby.  As many as the Dog wants and can keep safely. 

3. Health Insurance is about choice: pick one, pay for it and stop rolling in it.

4. Cars will stop driving badly.  I will find money for new police Dogs who will be responsible for chasing cars down and locking them up.  I will support retirement homes for Court, Police, Fire and Working dogs everywhere. 

5. No more clickers.  Enough already with the click-click clickers!

6. Refrigerators will be henceforth be made with spigots at dog height like humans can get water out of the front doors. Cold water is a RIGHT, not a privilege.

7. War dogs can have PTSD too.  Get them help sooner than 9 months. 

8. Old people can die if they can't get into the darn package!  Stop with packaging that starves dogs and the Elderly.

9.  Treats at 8 for EVERYONE!  Eating late is not European, it is about sleeping through the night.

10.  Hot dogs is an offensive name.  I know they are hot, eaten hot, but what is with the dog part?  They are not made out of dogs...are they???  I will appoint a special Senate committee to investigate this travesty of market labeling, besmirching the name of Good Dogs everywhere.

Love, Bailey

I don't think it is too early...

To ANNOUCE MY CANINEACITY for PRESIDENT!

I was at the airport and people were loving on me and petting on me and I thought HEY!  I can be President! 
I was born in the United States.
I do not hang out with subversive people (except Nana, who does not count) (She has a calculator)
I have legal counsel (HI Unca Bob)
I take --umm, what do I call them...not bribes...TREATS! I take treats for good behavior and at 8 PM and we can call that...ummm...perks of the job.  No, that's not right...BENEFITS!  I am a dog with benefits and I work at a non-profit.  (That is what Grandpa says).

I have people.  All caninedates have People.  I have many people. 

I LOVE my PEOPLE. 

So, Nana says I have to have a platform, not just the wooden crate.

I am thinking.  If you have any good ideas, write ME, BAILEY FOR PRESIDENT

It WAS my BIRTHDAY

Hello,
Pardon me if I am a bit chilly but I didn't get no stinkin' presents this year.  I did get a surprise when Nana took me to the vet and I got stuck and found out that the vet is a vampire.

He TOOK stuff; didn't give STUFF and Nana didn't get me a treat either.

When I become President, I am going to make Nana the ambassador to Newfoundland where she will become isolated and feel bad about being mean to me.

love, Bailey.

 

 

I went to school yesterday!

I went with Miss Beautiful and Hit it, and of course Dr. Miss-it and Nana.  I worked the room like a politician and everyone petted on me and so after much thought and careful consideration, deep late night discussions with my family...


I HEREBY DECLARE MYSELF AS A CANIneDate for President of the United State of American.  My platform is a square box.

My first act when I become President is to annex Canada.  I have many Canadian friends and family and so they would be happy to be in a more united state.

Besides I like my pool warm and I need natural gas to do that.  They got it; I need it.  I want to keep it all simple.


AND COOKIES FOR EVERYONE!  INCLUDING DOGS and a couple of cats...

Stay tuned....

There comes a time...

...in every Big Dog's life when his "children" leave home. 

Joe Diffy has gone.  He is traveling abroad to expand his mind and his experiences, to learn and to apply everything he learns.  He will also need some minor surgery so he will be resting in the Country.

While this is all good for Joe's maturity and personal growth, it is a bitter-sweet moment.  I am now all alone.  With Nana. 

I plan to expand my own horizons but I need psychological support to deal with my "empty doghouse" syndrome.  I will need a doghouse first.

Fare thee well and good-bye Joe Diffy!!!  Be careful where you spot!  Practice some self-discipline!  Neither a lender nor a borrower be...be thou true to thy ownself and thou canst be false to any creature. Scatter your cookies where ye may.  Don't bite the hand that feeds you!  Be slow to anger and quick to forgive.  Stay calm. Don't eat chicken bones!  Cats are not all kind.  Squirrels - you will never catch them.  Don't bark indiscriminately. 

Sigh.  So much to teach, and no pup to teach it to.

GOODBYE!
                                      GOODBYE
                                                                   GoodBYE
                                                                                    Goodbye
                                                                                                goodbye
                                                                                                         goodbye
                                                                                                                 goodbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeee

Apparently I have to tell the WHOLE truth, not just part of the truth.  Nana took me with her on a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooog trip.  While I love Buttercup, I was hoping for a Peterbilt but I digress...

I stopped to sign autographs for my fans.

Note the costumes!  My happy fans get all dressed up for me.  There is a whole line of happy fans lined up to get my autograph.  I signed so many, I tell you, I got cramps in my paws and I think I have carping tunnels.  Nana said I should stop carping and rest them.  She snorted when she said that....is she being mean again?

Carp diem!

Yesterday Nana left me alone.  She SAYS she went to a lecture and to prove it she took this picture:

 

 

 This BEAUTIFUL Lady is Miss Nancy.  She spoke at the conference and put MY name on her slide show because I am a member of the Golden Retriever Canine Health Study underwritten by the Morris Foundation. 

 

 

This is a BIG DEAL because the doctors are doing Big Stuff Research about dogs and cancer and helping people too.  I have a secret number because Nana says it is all a double-blind study.  I think that it means that I have to wear TWO blindfolds but I don't know when that will happen.  It will be a surprise.

 

 

If YOU know any Goldens, please tell them about me...er, about the study.  You DO get cookies.

 

I thought you might like this...Nana says that this is called a moon.  I think it is a ball and that once again, Nana won't give it to me.

I am going to call Unca Bob again. Out of control...

There were 3! babies here.  Nana put them somewhere and I can't find them.  I have been up and down, looked over and under.
I can't hear them or smell them.

They were in "there" and so I am not coming down until she puts them back. 

Hey! I am on PBS!!!

Check me out and vote for me (and maybe Nana, so think about it).  Nana posted a picture of me and Joe Diffy on our azpbs.org - photos in Arizona and people have said nice things.

So...www.azpbs.org

I don't win anything.
Nana sure doesn't win anything.


But, Here's to good fathers.  And adopted fathers.  And assumed fathers.  And Big Brothers and Little Brothers. And to good men.

I hope Heaven makes more of them.

You have seen it before and now you can see it again!  love, Bailey and Joe

AND just to clear up a few things...

While I DID eat the butter, I did NOT eat the cookies

 

 

Any of them.

 

And Dr. Wendy said I was to eat green beans and unlike SOME people we know, I am compliant.

 

 

Another clue, Watson...

 

 

 

Have no idea.

 

But I am happy now.  Can you hear "Smiling Faces" humming in the background?

 

 

If I had the camera, this would be called a Selfie.  But I don't have the camera and Nana won't give it to me.

Where O where has Nana been?  Why am I left ALL ALONE????

Ok Watson, lets look at this logically.

 I got into the tub.  I took my bath without a big hullabaloo...   AND I cleaned the tub after. 

 I ate all my green beans.  I didn't throw them around the room and I put my bowl in the sink after....

I got a job.  I get paid and I am good and when I get home, I put my dirty clothes in the basket after...


Oh wait...
Nana said that I got water all over the floor and she had to wash 4 towels. And Grandpa had to "snake" (SNAKE!!!!!!) the drain.

Nana said that I refused one brand of green beans in favor of the organic Costco beans and she had to go twice in one week and had to buy new books because she was already there so my beans cost her books cost grandpa (my long suffering ever-so-loving) 5 times what beans REALLY cost...(But I think this is a bogus claim).

Nana said that in fact SHE is the one who gets paid and even though I am chief and official FIRST CANINE RESPONDER, she is not going to buy me a fireman hat.  AND I don't wear clothes.

I can tell you this.  THIS is war.  I am going to call Unca Bob and lawyer up and me and grandpa will do a classy suit (in white linen) and Nana will have to account on where she has been.  Bean.  Whatever....