Friday, December 26, 2008
Mom loves it when I wear hats. I have other thoughts about hats, but she asks me nicely.
Then the goof had to join in. I thought he looked goofy before, but antlers was just the finishing touch.
Picking out my presents under the tree.
Later that day I got to visit Grandpa Peter and sat on his feet.
We played so much, it was thoroughly exhausting.
Many more Christmas photos can be found here:
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Picnic tables on for standing on and looking impressive.
Sigh. They're at it again. Before I was always worried that the house would fall down, or we'd move again, or I'd loose all my comfy sleeping places. Now, after 3 months of renovations, Mom got me accumstomed to the idea. She even said I'm getting a fancy cool tile floor here in my hallway! That cheered me up.
Last week we went for lots of swims and some boat riding. It was soooo hot. Nevertheless, I had enough energy to run across the dock to bug the neighbor guy. Sometimes he woofs at me, but he also gives me treats.
Back on the boat! It's been almost 2 years since my last ride. I got too big to fit on the seats...it was so sad. Now I've got a seat large enough for me and three more berner buddies. Anybody wanna come?!
Dad was on vacation for 3 weeks. We had a blast.
Friday, July 11, 2008
I'm upstairs, I'm upstairs! Do you know how scary our staircase is? I've only ventured up it twice in a year. Lately there's been so much noise and mysterious commotion going on up there, I just couldn't help my curiosity anymore.
Wow, Mom, you made a barn up here!
I feel wild.
Whoa, you can see the park from here!!
Squeak! Scary! It's so narrow, so steep. Mom walked down with me, and this time I figured out where to put my paws. We were so proud of the successful descent, I did dances and got treats. Nowadays I go upstairs almost every day, especially on the weekend mornings to drag Dad out of bed.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Well, let's start with the tree trimming last May. I take this sort of thing seriously. Dad makes a nice pile of branches, and I grab, rip, shred, snap and scatter them over the yard again. Mom was saying something about a mess. I don't know why.
Proudly at work!
On Cat Patrol
I take cat patrolling quite seriously too.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Pouting on my bed.
Sniffin' Mom's flowers.
Wearing Dad's ridiculous hat.
Putting my butt in the garden, completely oblivious of such.
Pulling Dad around.
Having a real good roll in a real good stinky dead fish in the park, getting a not so good bath, poofing the next day, and making sure Mom doesn't do something funny with my bed.
No! I didn't run right through the lilac bush. At least not this time...
Philosophising in the sun, in the dirt patch I created, over all that has been and might possibly be to come...and also about how those baths aren't so bad 'cause Mom can't keep her hands off me afterwards and calls me pretty boy at least 20 times a day. My conclusion is that rolling in dead fish has several benefits.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Are you all ready for an uncut Misha Walk?
You'll have to use the above link to the Google video. Mom deleted the file from the computer! Good grief, why on earth would she do that?! Anyhow, Mom didn't teach me video editing yet, and said she was too busy to do it herself, so... Some of this might be a little embarassing for me, but hey, I can take it. (Did you hear that, Dad? I'm no sissy!) Speaking of sissies, the Newfoundland at the end of the film, Popeye...is AFRAID of water! Can you believe that?
If you enjoyed that, don't forget about my 2nd birthday video!
Want more? Sure you do.
Here's my classic clip collection from those good ole puppy days:
There really should be a lot more than this, but Mom says the graphics card on the computer has been bugged for months and Dad's too busy to fix it. Terrible! Everything should be fixed, right now. Even better, nothing should ever need fixing to begin with.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
For the last couple weekends I've been having a ball in the woods where there are always other dogs romping around off leash. I squeak at them all! Woohoo!
We even have our own pond to splash about in.
Boy did my butt get cold. I've already started shedding my pants!
Ok, maybe I just might fit...but she forgot the cushion. Hello, this does not feel good on the butt! I'm losing my pants back there, ya know.
Mom didn't listen, so I'm off to chase cats.
She's also not listening about this food deal. I've been trying to wheedle her into giving me more of the good stuff lately by not eating my breakfast, and begging for sandwiches instead while looking exceedingly cute, accompanied by my empty tummy growls. It flopped big time this morning. She got stubborn again (hate it when she does that!) saying I'd not get a single bite of her lunch until I finished the breakfast in my bowl. Bummer. So I had to eat that stupid kibble again in order to get the bread and cheese. I pouted over it for a couple minutes before accepting the fact that she's just not going to give in here. Oh well, I can always try again tomorrow.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Speaking of treats, I was at the vet a few weeks ago. There is no mistaking that this trip (for the most part a great adventure into town, except when they kept prying my mouth open) is certainly connected with the best introduction to my daily routine since moving right next to a dog-frequented park. I'm talking about these things:
You know, I really love my Mom...she's the best, but her credentials as Berner Mom Extraordinaire just went through the roof when she demanded I get one of these a day. It's better than cheese, carrots, real bones and kibble altogether. I learned what "denta stix" meant in no less than 5 seconds. It's a word to always be listening for. There's also doggie mouth wash put in my drinking water on occasion, which I try to do my best never to drink. It makes the water all foamy--it's just plain wrong. Then there's yummy toothpaste every other day, but I keep getting carried away with it and bite Mom's fingers off. Oops. There was talk of "dental cleaning", whatever that means, but since Mom and Dad seem scared by the idea it seems likely I'll have nothing to worry about anytime soon. All I know is that since recent weeks I'm told "you smell nice!" all the time and get tons of kisses.
Speaking of kisses, it was just the other day that I got kissed by the neighborhood Berner girl! In the same play session I also got hugs from the German shepherd girl and bites from the Goldie girl. Life is good. I do not understand females at all; the previous weeks they were all viciously barking at me to bug off. There's also this little pug...thing...that constantly snorts at everything and jumps like he's got ants up his butt. I'm continually at a loss what to think of it. Mr. Leonberger, half a head taller than me, and I remain on distant terms of ignoring tactics or casual butt sniffing--after which he'll usually growl at me and I'll give him an innocent, offended look. Mom says I'm just too darn annoying.
Did I already say it's been busy?
So much for my first update. I gotta run out for cat duty, dinner, and late afternoon napping before Dad comes home and I need to beat him up.
Big squeaks to all my fans!