Happy Birthday to Me!

I'm not exactly sure what a birthday is, but I have to say, I like it. Rarf has been making a big fuss over me all day. I had liver for breakfast, and we went to Petco and PetQuarters and got all kinds of treats.

Speaking of PetQuarters, we met a dog there who, well . . . I don't know. He was like me, kind of, but bigger, with white on him. Rarf called him a "landseer." His name was Buzz and I felt kinda funny around him. But his owners pulled him away so I didn't have a chance to really sniff him all over.

Anyway, here I am after getting brushed for my birthday, and then with my birthday present: the biggest tennis ball I have ever seen!!!

Me 'n Rosie

Have I told you about my buddy Rosie? At least, I REALLY REALLY want to be her buddy, but she has a really sharp beak and doesn't play by dog rules. She's also kind of spooky, because she flys. In the air. Really. And she talks to me. I don't mean normal dog talk like Shadow and Maggie---I mean she TALKS, just like Rarf. She tells me to sit, go lay down, and be quiet. When she's really perturbed she yells "No!" and bites my nose. Hard! I do think that we could be friends some day---I keep trying. I know she must really love me because she throws food on the floor for me. I'd love to let her ride around on my head, but I'm afraid she'd peck my eyes out!

Rarf's new project

Rarf and Joe (that's what she calls him) have been driving to that hayfield a lot---where Chocolate, the brown, chubby lab lives---and they always take me with them. It's kind of frustrating, because every time I run across the road to see Chocolate, Rarf drags me back and then ties me up. Now and then she takes me to swim in the pond filled with cattails, but other than that, she doesn't let me have much fun. She and Joe spend a lot of time carrying stuff around and banging stuff together and won't let me help. They have a blog about it called Sunnywood, but it's nowhere near as good as my blog.

Devil dog

Been busy lately! Last weekend I spent a lot of time out in the yard with Rarf. She was digging up plants, and I kept trying to get her attention. Just when I was starting to have fun, she'd run at me yelling, "get out of the burdocks," or "don't eat rocks!" The stream valley was all flooded, and I thought she'd be happy that I was trying to swim, but she screamed something about "beaver fever," and muttered something about "full of the devil" as she dragged me out. She needs to relax some, I think.

She brought Rosie outside---Rosie can fly, so she must be supernatural or something---and Rosie let me sniff her without biting my nose, for once. The best part of the whole day was . . . marrow bones to gnaw!!!

Spring means water!

We went down the railroad tracks to the stream today. No more ice, just LOTS of water! At first I was stuck on a double leash with my cranky stepbrother, Shadow. Then Rarf released us. The water was cold and fast and loud: I stuck my face right in it. And on the way home I found a mud hole and a burdock bush!