It's A Dog's Life

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Hello Blog Friends. As you may well imagine, I have been very busy doing my important duties and napping. It seems like there is no end to my responsibilities.

In the area of the backyard, the cheeky squirrel continues to torment me and my guardians with incessant running and jumping from branch to branch. It's as it we are being taunted by our own inability to climb trees and fly through the air. Still, I remain confident that THE Guardian has given me all the resources I need to do my important jobs, and Lindy seems to be pleased with me even though I am mainly Earth bound.

I continue with the hole digging project near the big tree. So far I have four nice holes in which I can stick my whole torso. Two of the holes join one another and I can almost wiggle myself from one hole to the other. Just a little more to go on that.

I recently visited Uncle Rusty's Beach House to see the construction efforts. It looks like I will have completed my hole to China before the beach house is finished. Still, it is slow going after a hurricane and everyone in Surfside is trying to get their houses back in order. Everybody says Surfside is going to be better than ever, even Lindy says so. And you know she's usually more pessimistic about things.

And, finally, here is a picture of me taking a rest with my pillow. Technically, for those of you technically inclined, that chair belongs to Lindy. And I do have to let her sit in it whenever she wants. But, mainly, it's my chair and my pillow. I have taken many good naps curled up here.

I hope you all are doing well with your very important duties. Remember, there are no small jobs, only small dogs. And, after you've done your duties and had a nap, be sure to do some very important playing. It keeps the universe happy.


Your good friend,

and a good dog,

who has lots of fun,


Monday, March 02, 2009

I spent quite a of of time this morning chewing on this big stick. It tastes like the beach!

My guardian wasted a lot of time balancing it on her index finger and being all self-congratulatory over it. I didn't understand that part. But, when she got bored with it, she gave it to me. All's well then.

As usual I had hoped that I might get to go to the beach today but my driver and guardian spent the whole morning typing on the rectangular thing, and then she went away for awhile. I asked her about it and she said I might have to go for the whole week without going to the beach. A'course that would be real unfortunate. But, for me, the main thing is to have my guardian near. Even if she isn't playing with me, I like being able to look at her. Sometimes I send her dog blessings with my eyes. I know they are getting through because she looks up and smiles at me.

Sometimes, when I am thinking about my guardian, I also think about THE Guardian. I wonder if THE Guardian can tell it when the humans are looking at Her? I wonder if that makes Her feel all happy? Lindy says that you can't tell about stuff like that because you can't understand THE Guardian in human terms. But, to be totally honest, I don't understand anything in human terms. It's because I'm a dog. In strictly canine terms, I think THE Guardian likes the feel of our eyes on Her. I bet she likes it a lot. It might even be as good as liver.