It's A Dog's Life

Sunday, December 30, 2007

These are a couple of real great photos showing me doing some of my work. One of my main jobs is when Lindy leaves the car, I am in total charge of it. It's a very responsible job and I have to be on high alert during it, unless I take a nap. You can see that I am a little dozy in the top shot. Lindy doesn't mind when I nap... as long as I keep the car protected.

I hope that your job is going along real good, like mine. And I hope you get to take naps too!


Saturday, December 29, 2007

Scout has a blog! I've got to tell you, this is a dream come true for all us dogs. We've been wanting to know what's going on in that furry head for a long time now.

Finally, Scout's great thoughts can be revealed to all us dogs in the blog world. Woof on over and take a look: Scout's Food For Thought . It's food for thought, Grendel... no gravy, just lots of thoughts. This should be a help to those of us who are trying to think but sometimes find it challenging. I know Scout will be able to help us.

I hope you all enjoy going on over to see my good friend Scout and that you get some food to help your thinking.


I have been so busy lately just doing work with Lindy, and swimming in the lake, and chasing ducks, plus all the other little jobs that us dogs have to do, that I've hardly had time to blog.

Sometimes,when Lindy goes out without me, I just lay around on the couch. Like this:

I have dreams about running and jumping real high. Sometimes I just lay there and think of things I can do to make my guardian happy. I like going in the car but this down time is important for me too.

I hope you have time for dreaming.


Grendel Did It Again

As most of you know already, Grendel is the official poet laureate of It's A Dog's Life. I felt really happy when Grendel agreed to be an official part of my blog, I'll tell you what. It's a real honor for me. But, I never knew just how brilliant a misanthropic dog could be.

Once again Grendel presents us with a great poem...

My Friend Rowan's Free at Last
All the Quarantine is Past
Now we all will Have a Blast
Quarantine is Over.

Rowan's free to Come and Go
In the Rain and in the Snow
He can Play with Romeo!
Quarantine is Over.

His Mom Lindy's awfully glad
Being Cooped Up's awfully Bad
Worstest Time they Ever Had
But Quarantine is Over!

Let the Doggy Revels Start!
Let all Dogs of Stalwart Heart
Gather Now and Never Part
Quarantine is Over!

Monday, December 24, 2007

I had a very fun day today of going to the lake and hanging out with my guardian. Here are about... well, quite a lot of really great photos of me:

Do you like how Lindy made it real big for you? She's clever like that.

I hope you had a good time on your day too!



Last might my guardian pulled me up close to her in the chair and in a very serious tone she said, "Look little buddy, I have some news that might disappoint you," and I put up my ears because I couldn't imagine what might be next. Then she told me the very bad news that my church is not having a blessing for dogs this year and nobody dressed up like Jesus is going to come out and give me a treat and say a prayer about how good I am.

This is pretty bad news, I'll tell you what. I mean, I just wanted my blessing that's all. Is that asking so much? I was pretty disappointed...

Then I saw this:

My very good pal, Paul, sent me this very special blog blessing. It is just for good dogs like me! I got up in my desk chair, which is right beside Lindy's, and she and I looked at it together. She read some real swell things that Paul said about me. I'll tell you what, I felt so good about that that I started wiggling all over and Lindy had to give me a treat to calm me down.

So, this is one of those pass-along blessings and I want to pass it on to some of my very swell friends:

Ms. Elizabeth, who has a dog but not a blog, because she takes care of my guardian even when I can't.

Scout because she has overcome a lot this year and yet she is still smiling. Plus, she's just so pretty.

because he came to see me on all my days of unfortunate quarantinement and cheered me up by getting his guardian to hold him up to the window so we could bark at each other. You know, you don't really know who your real friends are until you're in quarantine. Thanks Romeo.

I am such a blessed little dog, I'll tell you what. There are a lot of others, humans and dogs, I want to bless because of them coming over to my blog and saying how great I am and everything. I love you all and I hope you gets lots of toys and treats for Christmas and that all your dreams come true.


Thursday, December 20, 2007

My First Morning After Quarantene

Most of you are aware of my recent unfortunate quarantinement because of the rabid bat and everything. Well, here are some shots from my very first morning off quarantinement.

As you can see my good buddy Romeo came over to see me. He is wearing a very stylish sweater because it is cold out and probably because he want to look cool. Romeo keeps us neighborhood boys in line, that's for sure. He doesn't need a sweater to get our respect. -- Note the tough guy swagger.

Here is a shot of me getting some pets from Romeo's guardian. Her name is Aimee and she gives good pets. Aimee was dressed up like a Jenie on account of her head fur being a little bit out of place or something. I think she looks pretty as a Jenie. She didn't do any tricks though.

In this last shot my guardian is giving some pets to Romeo. I don't think Lindy is too proud of the way her head fur looks either but she did not dress up like a Jenie.

I hope you all enjoyed seeing what I did during the very first hours of my freedom.


Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Some Swell Photos of Me

I was finally able to upload these great shots of me in the car on my way to the dog food store. I don't really know why I couldn't do this yesterday. Confidentially, I think it might have had something to do with Lindy. I wouldn't want to say anything, or anything. She IS my guardian and everything and I really do love her a whole lot. But, she's not the best assistant I could imagine for myself.

This is one of the many times I had to wait for Lindy to return from doing something which seemed to her to be more important than getting ice cream. She really needs to work on her priorities.

This is a shot of me licking my lips because I am thinking about getting some ice cream. That blue thing belongs to me. It's mine.

OK. In this great shot we are in line at the Dairy Queen. That's the name of the dog food store.

And in this very swell photo I finally have my ice cream. It's real great, I'll tell you what. Just heed my warning about letting your guardian get in the bad habit of thinking that they can eat your ice cream. They can be SO demanding sometimes.

That's it for now. I love you all and I hope you all get some ice cream.... Well, gravy for Grendel.


Sunday, December 16, 2007

I really do want to post some pretty pictures showing me having fun on my big adventures. I am trying real hard to do it. I even got Lindy to help me. But, we are having a hard time making our computer work the way we want it to. Even Lindy doesn't know what's wrong with it.

I am sorry because I know you would like to see pictures of how great I look when I am eating ice cream, riding in the car, and chasing things. It's too bad that we can't get the picture widget to work properly. I will try again soon though.

In the meantime, keep wagging those little golden tails.


Saturday, December 15, 2007

I'm a Going To Heaven

When humans think of Martin Luther, they usually think one of two things. Either they think he was a great civil rights leader of the 1960’s, which is totally incorrect but that’s what they think. Or, they think he was a human who had something to do with the reformation of the Roman Catholic Church, which is also incorrect since the Roman Catholic Church remains unreformed as ever. That’s just how humans think.

Now if you ask a dog about Martin Luther, here’s what we will tell you. He gave table scraps. That’s the main thing. Unlike a lot of so-called theologians, Martin actually had a dog. This is very surprising but sometimes humans who don’t even have a dog will try to understand God. Of course, all things are possible. Only believe, and all. But, it’s not likely that a human will get very far with God unless they are traveling along with a dog.

So, a couple of days ago my otherwise brilliant guardian found this very important theological quote from Martin Luther and she was SO surprised:

Be thou comforted, little dog, Thou too in Resurrection shall have a little golden tail.

And after that she took to looking down at me from high atop her two bi-pedal legs and saying, “Thou too, O Rowan, shall have a little golden tail.” It’s very annoying.

Look, it’s not that we dogs are or aren’t going to Heaven. Going somewhere in the future is a foreign concept to us. What it is, you see, is that we are already there. All that already but not yet business is a human invention. And, to be fair, I think it works out pretty good for the humans. Not for dogs. We live in the resurrection because we don’t have “not yet.” It’s always the present for us. That’s why we can love you even when you neglect us and don’t take us in the car with you. Really. So, for dogs, we’re not going to Heaven. We’re already there! And, just so all you humans know, my tail is already quite golden as is the rest of my body… If only you had eyes to see my vast fabulousness.

The main reason that humans have trouble with this is that they like to feel special. And, they do have dominion which in general they exercise very poorly but, still, they do have it. But, the other way they make themselves feel special is by dividing things up and putting them into categories. Thus, all created order becomes animals, vegetables, minerals, etc… The vastness of interstellar space becomes stars, quadrants, comets, etc… The rolling mother ocean is made up of sand, starfish, squid, stingrays… and that’s just in the esses! It’s a human gift. If you want to call it that. They especially do this with people. In fact, it is the main human enterprise, just keeping all the people in their places.

But they also do it with things they don’t understand. So, when confronted with the overwhelming and glittery beauty of the spirit, they divided it up into manageable little pieces and gave the pieces Greek sounding names like nous and stuff. It helps them. One of the little pieces they invented, and it is a human invention not something either God or dogs did, is psyche. It’s thought -- by humans at least -- to be a little bit above what they think of as “mere” plants but not quite as evolved as nous. Oh, the high (and may I just sarcastically say human) nature of nous… it’s all just human silliness.

There was this one guy, he was named Gregory I think. He didn’t have a dog. He said that you had to have language to have nous, and you had to have nous to be able to know God. Since only humans have the particular kind of language Greg was talking about, he thought that only humans could go to Heaven. Isn’t that silly? I hope he is one of the five people I meet in Heaven, I’ll tell you what.

Just for clarity, in case you humans aren’t getting it. There is one Spirit. It is God. It is the only thing that gives any kind of life to any of us. We all return to it. Dogs AND humans. Cats too, I imagine. Yes, even cats.

Of course there does come a time when we have to leave our human guardians and go to be directly with Jesus and the other dogs. I think that is very hard for the humans because they are just so unreasonably attached to their bodies. But, for dogs, it’s no big deal. Like taking a nap and having a real good dream.

This is going to sound unbelievable to those of you who know how great I am. But, when I get to Heaven I am going to be able to run even faster, jump even higher, and swim and climb even more gracefully than I do now. Plus, probably Jesus will want to play with me all the time and he will have fights with Elijah who will want to take me for rides in his chariot… top down, of course. Jesus’ mother will probably come over with some treats for me. That’ll be great, I’ll tell you what. Probably Martin Luther will be there with his little dog Clownie. Maybe I’ll hang out with them while I wait for Lindy. I’ll give Martin a lick and see if he laughs. I bet he will. Obviously Saint Roch will be there and maybe some other saints too. Laika is there already, of course. It’s going to be great.

So now that you know how humans got into the very bad habit of thinking that they were going to be the only ones living resurrected lives you should be able to disabuse yourselves of such silliness.

I mean, think about it, do you really think God would have called it Heaven if there weren’t going to be dogs?

I love you all and am wagging my little golden tail real hard.