It's A Dog's Life

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Earlier I showed you a photo of my new special place from the inside. This is what I look like from the outside
You can see that Lindy hung up my golden star so that everyone who walks by will know how special and wonderful I am. If you have a golden star, that means you're real great. That's how I got mine.

I have been enjoying my time indoors. For one thing, I never realized what kinds of treasurers were waiting for me in those round things called trash cans. Oh my woofing baby, there's anything but trash in there. You can find chicken bones, interesting packaging, things with sacuy residue that you can lick off. It's great.

The other really great thing I've been doing is jumping up onto the kitchen counter. It's really not that high and you can not imagine what the humans keep up there! Most interesting are the little jars filled with "spices." They smell amazing and are fun to play with. Plus, there's all kinds of equipment to explore.

Also, did you dogs realize that it is possible to poop indoors? It is. You do it just like the humans. First, pick out a place you like and then you can poop way. It sure got Lindy's attention when I learned how to do that, I'll tell you what. I think she's real impressed!

So, you see, my time of quarantine is not so bad after all since I am finding all kinds of new and fun things to do inside!

I hope you are having fun times too.




  • Wow, there are tons of fun stuff to do at your house. I also like the Saucy Goodness that comes from those round things. And oh, boy, it's fun to poop on the floor! (I know I am not supposed to, and sometimes I Try to Hide It.)

    You have a Gold Star! That makes you Very Special. I hope if I am good and don't poop too much on the floor that I will get one too.

    I will post a picture of my kennel on my blog so you will know where I live.

    Take care!

    By Blogger Grendel, at 10:19 PM  

  • Well, Grendel, I am starting to think that Lindy is not too pleased with me. She has been putting me in my kennel, with the door closed, whenever she leaves the house. That does not seem like the kind of reward I should get for such innovative and fun activities. Sometimes I don't understand humans at all.

    I can't wait to see where you live!



    By Blogger Rowan The Dog, at 5:21 AM  

  • Hi Rowan!

    Do you have to stay inside ALL the time? I hope not, because that would really Bite.

    I've tried that pooping in the house thing. When I do, my mom makes the Unhappy Face and Unhappy Sounds come out of her mouth. Sometimes I am glad I do not speak English...

    I like my house, though. Every time I go in, my mom gives me treats!

    Your friend,

    By Anonymous Jasper the Wonderdog, at 6:12 AM  

  • The words"pretty as a picture"comes to mind!

    By Blogger Frasier, at 1:29 PM  

  • Hi Rowan...for your heroism & catching a bat criminal, your reward is QUARENTEEN????? That's not right! Wanna come over to the RRC & hang out...? Check out my blog!

    Love & Licks,

    By Blogger Randi, at 5:06 PM  

  • hmmm... thought I left a comment here before. my mind is playing tricks on me.

    Scout wants to say, she has some past memories of countertops (with muffins and once a raw egg), so she knows they are fun. (not for Diane though)

    By Blogger Diane, at 8:22 PM  

  • Good job, way to make the most of your situation!

    Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

    By Blogger Kapp pack, at 5:02 AM  

  • Hey Rowan! That is so cool that Lindy put up that star, because you are so special indeed!

    I think you are doing so great with all this crazy stay indoors business. What a brave and wonderful dog, your resilience is an inspiration to us all.

    And Lindy sounds so great. You guys are lucky to be together.

    We are counting down the days with you and sending every good though your way.

    Hang in there Rowan and Lindy!!!


    By Blogger FranIAm, at 4:48 AM  

  • Yeah, Fran, Lindy was real inspired by me jumping up on the kitchen counter,I'll tell you what.



    By Blogger Rowan The Dog, at 6:42 PM  

  • Hi Rowan!
    Fat Charlie here, the WORLD CHAMPION COUNTER SURFER! I'm glad to hear you've discovered the Sport of Counter Surfing. The Humans love it. They leave all sorts of prizes for Champion Counter Surfers. Basil Parmisan Wheat Thins, whole steaks, jars of peanut butter, oh it just goes on and on.
    My little neice is named Lindy Loo. She's the one with the Servant in the picture. Small world.
    I'm really sorry you're stuck inside for so long. Dawg, that would stink like shampoo. We'll try to keep you company to make the time go faster.
    your new friend-
    Fat Charlie of the Kentucky whippet waggle

    By Blogger Patience-please, at 12:48 PM  

  • WOW! So, Scout and Fat Charlie go up opn the counter too...and it's called surfing! What a great name for my new sport. I have to tell you something, though, and that is that Lindy is not too happy about my new activities. ANY of them. I have been in quarantine while on quarantine. She puts me in my kennel when she goes out and, of course, I can't have any fun at all when she's here watching me. I was thinking about surfing just this afternoon and Lindy looked at me and said NO in quite a firm way too. I wasn't going to hurt anything either. I just wanted to see what was up there any maybe eat some of it. I DO want to be the kind of dog that brings joy to my guardian but sometimes, I'll tell you what, I don't know if she is really paying attention to me and what I want. Thanks for the encouragement and woofs. You dogs rock. The humans too.



    By Blogger Rowan The Dog, at 3:56 PM  

  • Oh you know how long it takes to train humans! Don't worry. If she didn't want you to have the special treats, she wouldn't leave them out for you.
    Their little brains are so teensy, and they can't smell at all. One time my Servant forgot she left a whole pound of really good dark chocolate on her computer desk for me. Then when she realized she had given me such a nice gift, she squirted hydrogen peroxide down my throat and all over the room until I puked all that yummy chocovomit up.
    Your pal-
    Fat Charlie of the whippet waggle

    By Blogger Patience-please, at 5:51 PM  

  • yep -- says Scout... it's called "counter surfing". I'm really good at it. sounds like something you have a natural talent for too.

    By Blogger Diane, at 7:45 PM  

  • Hey Rowan, Jak and Theo here. We own Barbi, Debbie and Tucker. Man, the imprisonment sucks. big time. Sort of the way we feel living in this little bitty cramped up motor home. I mean good grief, I, Jak weigh 120 lbs for petes sake...Theo weighs in at 33...sigh...what are you gonna do when the people who pay your way sell the 9 1/2 acres you live on...the nice house, old but nice...and move you into a house that goes from place to place and THEN when you go outside you have to be on a leash or a tie down????? WHAT were they thinking????
    But's better than being stuck inside all day long...and better than your poor Lindy being stuck with all those needles...YUCK...we HATE needles...
    just wanted you to know that we were thinking about you, dawg...
    one day soon...we will run on the shores of Lake Travis together...ok?
    Jak and Theo...

    By Blogger Barbi Click, at 8:46 PM  

  • Oh yes, I know all about pooping indoors! I did it just this morning. It was raining outside--what do you expect?!


    By Blogger Poppy, at 9:39 PM  

  • Oh dear Poppy...I DO like the way you think. I'll tell you, I prefer to poop outside because I like to do that thing with my hind legs. But, if it's raining I think a dog an indoor dump is in order. You are a smart doggie.

    Hey Jak amd Theo, come to see me (After 22 November) and we'll go out to Lake Buchanan together and run and run and run. Maybe the humans will grill some steak bones for us!

    I always felt that me and Scout had a lot in common.

    Love to all.


    By Blogger Rowan The Dog, at 5:17 AM  

  • Hey pal.

    Glad your star is in the window! That makes me WOOF with joy.

    It's November... you know what that means... it's almost time for FREEDOM!

    Have a good afternoon and DON'T poop in the house. I don't know how you could ever do that. You know me; I have to walk three blocks away from my house just to feel comfortable peeing. ha ha

    See you soon!


    By Anonymous Romeo, at 11:26 AM  

  • Yep, only 22 more woofing days until I run free and sniff others with abandon!

    My guardian said she saw you the other day but she felt sad because she didn't have time to stop and pet your pretty red fur.

    Hope your family in California is back home and safe.

    Love ya buddy,


    By Blogger Rowan The Dog, at 2:02 PM  

  • Rowan, from a member of the human family to a member of the vastly superior dog family, I believe that your friend, Lindy, a fellow member of the human family, is truly not happy with the inside poop.

    I'm sorry for your confinement, but maybe you could ease up on the inside poop a bit. That's really not nice. After all, you're a dog with a gold star.

    By Blogger Grandmère Mimi, at 10:52 AM  

  • twenty-two days! that is something to celebrate!

    By Blogger Diane, at 5:54 PM  

  • Yay!

    twenty-two days is not very
    long--it's like an hour, I think??

    Did you have many humans come on Halloween? We had lots and lots and I barked at them all. I had to. It was My Job.

    By Blogger Grendel, at 10:19 PM  

  • Hey, Grendel, my guardian said that you have a fine grasp of time. Better than most humans. I think 22 days is about an hour. Maybe a little bit less. Not sure.

    I didn't have anyone come for Halloween. My guardian doesn't want to take any chances of violating my quarantine. She's very obedient about it.

    Only 21 more days now! Bow-Wow!

    Dear Grandmere Mimi, I am working on the indoor pooping. I know that negative attention is not the same as the good kind.



    By Blogger Rowan The Dog, at 11:24 PM  

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