Monday, December 31, 2007

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!!!



Yes, yes it's New years eve once more and I couldn't be happier. I can hardly believe another year has come and gone. 2007 went by in a flash. I notice that the older I get the faster they go. Next year I'll be turning three, which means I had better not blink or I'm liable to miss something.

Christmas was a lot of fun. I got a lot of cool stuff this year. Zoe and I each got our own new bumpy ball, and we all got really neat chew toys. I also got a few new stuffed toys as well, some of which I'm not quite sure how to describe, one of which looks like a baseball with legs, another looks like a pig with the body of a donut. Who knows what they were thinking when they made this stuff.

I didn't however get that Hillary Clinton chew toy I was hoping for because it was all sold out, but I'm not complaining, from what I hear, those rubber Hillarys are kind of bitter tasting, and a little hard to chew. Besides, I don't need to be biting into something that's going to leave a bad taste in my mouth.

As for New Years, like last year I won't be making any of those silly resolutions. I just decided there's nothing about me that really needed changing, so I'm just going to sit this one out this year and have a good time.

So let me just say: Happy New Year! to all my friends and family.
2007 was a very good year, and with any luck at all 2008 will be even better.
It's good being Reilly...




So.. Party On dudes.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Reilly's Happy Christmas...



The following letter was sent to the editor of the New York Sun by 8-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon, regarding the existence of Santa Claus.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR:

Dear Editor,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O’Hanlon


The editor, Francis P Church published his response on
September 21, 1897
This is what he wrote.

Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus


Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world, which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Marley's on the mend...



Glad to report Marley is feeling much better. Today we got the results back from all her tests and thankfully it was all good news. Her blood work showed no sign of serious illness and her biopsies came back negative. It looks like old Marley will be just fine. She goes back to the doctors next week to have a couple of stitches removed and by then she should be done with all her medications. I would guess that by the end of next week, she should be good as new.
Good going Marley, you dodged another one!

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Marley's not feeling well...



Poor Marly had a bad week. Mom & Dad had to take her to the the dog hospital on Thursday to have a lump on her rump removed. She also had a boo-boo on her foot which the doctors thought might in some way be related, but as of now that doesn't appear to be the case. Thankfully.

They gave her a whole bunch of tests and made her spend two nights at the hospital where she was givin all kinds of special medicines made just for dogs. I'm sure it must have been terrible for her, I myself hate taking medicine, even when they try to hide it in a big hunk of liverwurst.

They brought her home this afternoon wearing some funny looking thing on her back leg; she also has to wear one of those crazy upside-down lamp shades on her head for about a week until she's all healed up. I know she's got to hate that, and I do feel sorry for her, but I must admit, she sure looks pretty funny.
Hopefully by the end of next week she'll be feeling a whole lot better and so will Mom & Dad.

For now Zoe and I have to try to be extra nice to Marley which means trying not to laugh, even when we see her trying to climb the stairs wearing that silly thing on her head.

I think I'm going to get Dad to take a picture of that..

Friday, November 16, 2007

It's Birthday time again...



That's right, it's my birthday once again, this Saturday the 17th I'll be turing two. Yes I know what you're thinking, I can hardly believe it myself but it's true. Back when I was just a puppy I thought turning one was a big deal, but turning two is twice as good. In fact, I'm even twice as old and probably twice as smart as I was this time last year. I even got got my very first birthday card sent to me in the mail this week. It was from my Aunt Diane and boy was I ever happy to get it. No one has ever sent me a card before. Of course had she asked me I probably would have told her that I would of preferred cash, but a card is nice nonetheless, so I'm not complaining. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure how she knew it was my birthday. I don't remember telling her, unless maybe it just slipped out in conversation one day when I was up visiting the office. Oh well, It's not important. I'm just happy someone thought enough of me to send a card. That was totally cool.
Thanks Aunt Diane!

Now as for Mom. I know everyone wants to know how she's been doing since her shoulder surgery. Well, I'm happy to report she's doing better. These past few weeks have been kind of rough on Mom. She's had to deal with a whole lot of pain and she hasn't been able to use her arm too much, although she can still throw my frisbee with her right arm pretty well. Mom's also had to sleep in a reclining chair for the past three weeks which which is kind of weird and she's still not able to drive a car, so Dad's been driving her back and forth to her physical therapy and has been doing all the the shopping. Then just when it looked like she was getting better her back starting giving her some problems this week which was also very painful and made it hard for her to get around. Fortunately that problem is also starting to go away so hopefully she'll soon be feeling a whole lot better soon so she can start playing with us like she used to.

As for Dad. He's cool. no problems there.

Next week is is Thanksgiving and we're having company. Last year was a lot of fun so I'm looking forward to a good time again this year.
Pretty soon it's going to be Christmas again. I love Christmas, it's my favorite. I guess you could say it's the prime rib of holidays. In fact, I'm already starting to get my list together. No sense waiting until the last moment. I'm not sure of everything I want but I've had my eye on one new toy in particular. It's brand new and just in time for for the holidays.

It called the Hillary Clinton Chew Toy and I can't wait to sink my teeth into one of these babies. I just hope Mom can find one before they're all sold out.

Although, I'll bet next year she'll probably be able to find this one much cheaper.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Bad week for Mom...



Mom had to go to the hospital this week and have an operation on her shoulder.
Right now her arm is broken-busted-bad, and it hurts a lot too.
The doctors said it will be a couple of weeks before she can throw the Frisbee for me, so for now, it's up to Dad and me to take good care of her until she feels better.
Hopefully she'll be back to her old self in a couple of weeks.
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Friday, October 12, 2007

Move over Jesus, the world has a new savior....



Wow, just when you thought he couldn't get any bigger, Mr. Gore has done it again.
First he he won an academy award for his wonderful acting in a movie where he played himself delivering a lecture about global warming, and now he's won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Not bad for a guy who only eight years ago couldn't even carry his own home state of Tennessee in the 2000 presidential race. Although, I must admit I haven't the slightest idea what global warming has to do with world peace, but I guess it really doesn't matter. They gave one to Yassar Arafat and he was anything but peaceful. Mr. Gore is far more deserving, and even though he didn't invent the problem of global warming, nor did he solve it, he sure knows how to talk about it.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised he wins the Congressional Medal of Honor next, or maybe even the lottery, who knows what else he's capable of.

We should all be very proud of Mr. Gore. He's a real American hero. If I had any say in the matter I would suggest we have his face carved into that mountain up there in South Dakota.
We could even change the name to Mount Rushgore.

That would be cool. A great, big, giant head made out of rock. That's you Mr. Gore.
congratulations !!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Hey, where did my summer go!



I must admit I'm feeling a little blue today. I've finally come to accept the fact that summer is really over, which I think is kind of sad. It's like I waited all year for it to get here and now it's gone already. How can that be?

I guess it's true what they say: The older you get, the faster time flies. That's about the only way I can think to explain it, after all I'm not exactly a puppy anymore; I'm only a month away from my second birthday and I'm not getting any younger.

This next year will probably fly by even quicker then the last, but I guess that's just the way it works.

The older we get, the faster it goes.

I suppose I'll just have to work harder this year to get in as much fun as possible, even if it means having to give up some of my nap time.

The other thing that's got me feeling blue is that Mom had to take another trip this week. She left last night on a flight to Hong Kong where she'll spend a day or two and then onto China.
So for the next two weeks Dad will be taking care of us by himself. Not that that's a bad thing, as I've said before, he does an OK job, it's just that it's always more fun when Mom is home and we're all together.
Sorry Dad...

Anyway, It's been a wile since I posted any recent pictures of myself, so I thought I'd show a few from my summer vacation.
Hope you all like them....



I spent a lot of time goofing off this summer.


Here I am cooling off on a hot day.


Here's a picture of me dancing by the pool.
I did a lot of that.


When Grandpa came to visit he told me he liked me the best.


Here's Zoe and I playing the Bed Game with Mom.
It's a great way to get Mom out of bed on a Saturday Morning.


I still haven't figured out a way to solve this problem on my own.
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PS.
Hi Mom.
Love you. Get home safe.
Reilly...

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Goodbye Michael Vick...



The other day I was thinking I should write a little something about that dog killer Michael Vick, but I suppose there's hardly anything that I could say at this point that hasn't already been said.
I’ll give it a shot anyway.

I find this whole business of dog fighting very disturbing because it goes against everything I thought I knew about people. This has really given me something new to think about. Sorry to say it’s not one of my normal happy thoughts.

I've always loved being around people. I’ve spent everyday of my life in the company of people and I can’t say I’ve ever met one I didn’t like, or that didn’t like me. I was under the impression that everyone loves dogs. Now that I’ve heard this terrible story, I guess I was wrong. I was also under the impression all humans were highly civilized, but apparently some are less civilized then others.

They say that dogs are a man's best friend, if so, how could anyone do this to their best friends? What did any of those dogs do to deserve this kind of treatment?

None of this makes any sense to me at all.

Right now Michael Vick is in big trouble. He’s the bad guy everyone is looking at. Almost over night he went from being a Football super-star to become the ugly face of dog fighting in America.
Vick has found himself in the middle of a storm and suddenly people from all over the world know who he is.

Some have suggested there’s a racial component to all this. I don’t think so. Some say it’s a cultural thing. Really, what kind of culture would allow this to go on? Some have even suggested that dog fighting is a sport.
It’s not a sport. It’s a crime.

What seems inexplicable is why a man blessed with so much success would choose to involve himself in this dirty game to begin with.
Surely it wasn’t about the money, he has millions.

It’s been suggested that there may have been something in his childhood to blame for his behavior.


To that I have to say: Who cares?

There are no mitigating circumstances to consider. The bottom line is this:
He chose to engage in this barbaric form of entertainment because he wanted to. Why? Because he enjoyed it; and because he thought he could get away with it. It’s no more complicated then that. Some people want to put him under a microscope; I just want to see him in prison. I honestly don’t care what makes him tick.

Vick knew exactly what he was doing and he knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop him. He put up the money; he owned the property, the kennel and many of the dogs. In other words: He made this happen, not once, but many times. A lot of dogs died a terrible death in the hands of Michael Vick, both in and out of the ring. Thankfully now that he’s been caught he’ll pay a heavy price for it.

But of course that’s not the end of the story. It should be noted that just because Vick is the only one under the spotlight he’s not the only one with blood on his hands. This was after all a spectator’s sport and anyone who came to watch and gamble on these death-matches is just a responsible.

I guess this is what I find most disturbing, just knowing there are so many people willing to witness this type of spectacle and that some actually enjoy it. You have to wonder what kind of person finds pleasure in watching dogs violently tearing each other apart? What is it they find so exciting? Do they consider this just another form of entertainment, to sit around in a circle watching two dogs fighting and dying a bloody and painful death on a filth dirt floor?

How dare anyone call this a sport! No dog should have to die this way.

It’s very sad that so many dogs are being mistreated like this. I know there are many poor dogs living in all kinds of miserable conditions because they have terrible owners. I feel sorry for each and every one of them.
I consider myself very lucky to have the life I have.
I still believe most people are basically good and would never intentionally hurt any dog, but I also know there is some bad out there beyond the back yard fence. And I’m not talking those deer that live in the woods.

But, be that as it may, I’m not going let any of this color my view of people. I’m still basically an optimist. I know that bad things sometimes happen to good dogs but I’m not going to let myself worry about the things I can’t control. Thankfully I know there are still far more good people in the world that know how to treat dogs well and it’s good to know I live with two of them.
And that’s about all any dog can hope for...

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Friday, July 13, 2007

Save us Mr. Gore...



I would just like to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Gore for the wonderful event he put on last weekend to help save the world form global warming. A problem so serious that if we don’t do something to fix it right away, we might all end up dead someday.

I know some people don’t like Mr. Gore, but I think he’s nifty. Not only was he the Vice President for eight years, he’s also a self-taught, junior scientist, who knows everything there is to know about the earth. He spends all his time flying all over the world in his private jet, urging people to conserve energy.

As you may know Mr. Gore was the driving force behind this word wide event he called: LIVE EARTH. He inspired hundreds of thousands of people to leave their homes, all over the world, and travel long distances by car, bus, trains planes and SUVs to get to these rock concerts, where they were then encouraged to save lots of energy.


I watched some of it on TV and I must admit, I didn't know much about this global warming stuff until I heard Ms. Cameron Diaz being interviewed back stage at one of the concerts. I think she's very smart; I wouldn’t be a bit surprised she’s a junior scientist herself, because she certainly seemed to know an awful lot about global warming and how to fix it. Somehow she was able to give a scientific explanation of this complicated problem in a way that even a dog like me could understand.

I know that real scientists all over the world are working hard to fix the earth, but there is only so much they can do on they’re own; thankfully now we have rock stars working on the problem as well. A little fact that sure helps me sleep a little better at night.

I know these are complex problems, requiring complex solutions, so I supposes we should consider it a blessing that, Madonna, Bon Jovi and
The Black eyed peas have all joined forces to save our planet from global destruction. I think it's nice that all those rock celebrities came together last Saturday to help spread the word: that we all have to learn to live our lives just a little bit greener to help our planet survive.

You know, just like they do.


Come to think of it, it must have been very difficult for Mr. Gore to get all those rock stars to and from all those concerts. I'll bet many of them had to travel thousands of miles just to get there. It probably took hundreds of tour buses, tractor trailers, limousines, vans, shuttle buses, helicopters and countless private jets to get all those important people together, so they could teach us how conserve energy. I wouldn't be surprised some of them even rode their bicycles so they could say they were carbon neutral. I’m not even sure what that means, but I think it would be a cool name for a band.

From what I’ve been told, this is not the first time rock stars and Hollywood celebrities have come to our rescue. Over the past thirty or forty years some of them have been very busy solving the world's biggest problems like: ending wars, saving whales, ridding the world of nuclear weapons, fixing Africa and eradicating poverty.
Every one of them worthy causes, I'm sure.

So I guess when Mr. Gore learned that the earth’s average global temperature was shown to have increased by nearly seven tenths of one degree Celsius over the past hundred years, it was only natural that he would think to pick up the phone and put in a call to the Red-hot chili peppers to ask for their help.

Come to think about it, I’m a little surprised I didn’t see U2 performing at any of the shows, it seems they’re always getting involved in these kinds of things. I guess Mr. Bono was too busy that day working on other problems, like finding a way to refinance the debt load on developing nations, or wiping out world hunger.

I’m glad to know that rock stars and Hollywood celebrities care enough to get involved in these important issues. It makes me wonder what we’d do without them. Maybe we should consider electing only entertainers to public office from now on. It seems to me they’re the ones with all the answers. Politicians never seem to be able to fix anything important anymore. This is probably due to the fact that the public seems to put more trust in celebrities these days then they do in public officials.

Take Mr. Gore for example: when he was just the Vice president nobody took him too seriously. Now that he’s out of politics, he’s suddenly a super-star.

And how about that Fred Thompson, everyone loved him when he was on Law & Order; now that it’s been suggested he might run for President as a Republican, some people are talking about him like he was Hitler. What’s that all about?

I guess it just goes to show that when politicians today need to get something done, or fix a big scary problem like global warming, the first thing they need to do get celebrities on their side.
It all sounds very strange to me, but I guess a dog can’t be expected to understand these things. I'm just glad to know that Mr. Gore has the backing of rock stars and Hollywood celebrities to help save the world from global warming. Hopefully they’ll find a solution to this problem in time to save the world from burning up, and the polar bears from drowning.

I kind of like that one they call: Knut. I think he and I could be good friends.

Now, as for me, I’m going to spend some time this weekend thinking of ways to lessen my own carbon footprints. I think that would help to save energy because then Dad won’t have to vacuum them up so often.

Oh, by the way, is this what they mean when they talk about those Hybrid Cars?

Monday, June 25, 2007

The dog days of summer...



Just came off a great weekend, the first weekend of summer and the best one I've had in a while. The weather was good, no rain, sunny skies all the way, just the way I like it. I got to spent a lot of time out doors playing in the yard with Zoe and the bumpy ball, and I even learned how to chase and catch a frisbee. Something totally new to me. I liked it. It was awesome!


In case you're wondering why I've been so quiet lately, it's because I haven't had much time to write, or much to say. The past month and a half has been kind of weird. For one thing, Mom and Dad haven't been around much. Especially Mom. She's been doing a lot of traveling lately so we haven't spent much time together, but I think now that summers here she'll be traveling a little less, hopefully we'll be able to spend a little quality time together over the next few weeks.

Just to give you an idea, here's a little run down of what it's been like around here recently.

May came in with a bang. Very busy month right from the start. Mom had to spent the first couple of weeks flying around from place to place on account of her job, so she wasn't around much.


Then Mom and Dad both went away on vacation for two whole weeks, which meant that Marley, Zoe and I ended up getting shipped off to someplace with a bunch of other dogs we didn't even know. They call it a kennel. A place where dogs have to live in misery while their selfish owners are out having a good time. Mom and Dad like to refer to as doggy camp. Wink- Wink.
Oh yeah, it was a camp alright, a concentration camp. Calling that place a camp would be like calling Guantanamo Bay a religious retreat. I thought going to camp is suppose to be fun, like it is in that TV commercial (Ain't got no bugs on me).
This place was anything but fun. So while Mom and Dad are off playing in a tropical paradise, I'm stuck in a kennel run smelling Marley's bad breath day and night.
What's so fun about that?

Finally after two long weeks they suddenly show up one morning to take us home. What a relief. I was so happy to to get out of there I couldn't even stay mad at them. All I cared about was going home. Thankfully the ordeal was over and somehow we survived. Needless to say, after two weeks in the pens we arrived home in a state of filth. Usually getting dirty doesn't bother me all that much but this reached a new level, even for me. I couldn't wait to get a good hot bath. It took a heck of a good scrubbing and fierce amount of grooming to get the three of us back into shape. And even after all of that Marley still smells like she's been laying in something nasty.
Of course it could just be Marley. Yuck!


Then, no sooner are we home and Mom had to run off to Philadelphia to attend some swanky affair at her Mom's old school, which kept her away over night. Yeah great, hope you had a good time Mom. ...NOT.

The next day she came home and right away had to start packing because the following day she was leaving for a two week trip to China. You know, that place where all the dog toys are made.

So off she went and for the two weeks, leaving just Dad taking care of us. Not that I'm complaining, I love him dearly, he does the best job he can, but he can be, ....well, how do I say this..... a little boring.


Usually when Mom goes to China she's all business. She spends most of her time running around from place to place, meeting with lots of people and eating all kinds of strange food.

Hopefully she didn't eat at this place.

While in China she usually works seven days a week, but on this trip she did manage to sneak away of an hour or two and got to do something really cool, like spending a hour or so talking with a class of kindergarden children.

They wanted to hear a little bit about America, and what the kids here like to do to have fun. Mom doesn't speak very good Chinese and most of the children didn't know much English, but that didn't seem to matter because Mom had lots of pictures to show them, which they enjoyed.

But of all the things Mom told them, the thing they wanted to know about most was me. ...... Reilly.

Okay maybe a little about Marley and Zoe, but from what I hear, I was the one they found most interesting. Mom said the kids were fascinated with my pictures and wanted to know all about me. And who can blame them, it's not often they get to see a dog of my pedigree. Who knows what they're used to over there. Maybe the dogs they have in China are just not as interesting. It could be that they don't like kids, or maybe they bite, or maybe they're just plain weird. I really don't know. All I do know is that they seemed to like my pictures. A lot.
Mom says people in China sometimes read my blog when they can get it. I guess some of them will probably read this. I bet it will give them something else to talk about the next time Mom pays them a visit. Maybe someone will think to name a new dog toy after me. I suppose they could call it a REILLY BONE.

But then again, maybe not.
Now that I think of it the idea seems kind of creepy.

So anyway, that was last week. Mom is home once again and everything is getting back to normal. Like I said, I really enjoyed this past weekend playing in the yard chasing after my new frisbee. I'm looking forward to having a lot more fun this summer. I find the summer much more enjoyable then the winter, although I'm not crazy about the heat it's okay because we have air conditioning. That's something not too many dogs in China can say. Kind of sad actually, -but true. I guess that's just the way it is.

So here are a few more of my weekend pictures. I'm sure there will be plenty more to come soon. Maybe next week I 'll try to talk Mom into taking us to the park. That's always a lot of fun because it's full of great things to smell.

Sometime just can't believe how lucky I am.
LIFE IS GOOD.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Goodbye Ilene...



We had a little family tragedy this week. My cousin Ilene passed away in Philadelphia last Monday.

Ilene was a thirteen and a half year old Golden Retriever, who was a happy and spirited friend to everyone she met. She was also a trusted and loyal seeing-eye dog, and a loving companion to my Mom's Mom, Peggy Garrett.

We're all going to miss her very much....






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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Dogs just want to have fun...


Okay, I know it's been a while since my last posting, and I do apologize. People keep asking me why my blog hasn't been updated in over three weeks. I wish I had a good excuse but I don't. The plain old, boring truth is: I've just been too lazy to write and too busy with other things lately, so I guess I got a little behind. I'll try to do better in the future to keep my postings up to date, but I can't make any promises.

First I have to tell you, I'm feeling pretty good about myself these days. I put on a little weight over the winter and grew about another inch. I'm also much stronger and faster then I was last summer, and probably a little more mature, although I don't feel very mature. This past winter was a real a drag. No snow, raining all the time, being cooped up in the house all day with grumpy Marley.
Yeah, it wasn't much fun. So I'm totally ready for summer. In fact, I'm so ready I can almost taste it.

The memories I have of last summer are a bit faded by now, but pleasant, nonetheless. They say one year to humans is equal to about seven in dog years. If this is true, that would put me somewhere around ten and a half in human years. I suppose you could say, at that rate, a single day of your life is equivalent to about a week in mine. So you can you imagine what it must be like for us dogs, having to endure something that resembles seven years of winter, waiting for your summer to arrive. It's no wonder so many mutts end up chasing their own tail. Truth be known: winters here in the northeast just plain suck. It's lucky I didn't pull a Cujo myself and bite somebody. I have to thank Zoe for that, if I didn't have her to play with day and night I
don't know how I would of spent my time.
But- enough said, I survived, it's over and I'm ready to shed my winter coat. For me it's all about the spring now and I'm just so there. I'm in love with the spring. If spring were a girl, I'd ask her to marry me. Everything about it is good. It's a time when everything old is new again. The days are getting warmer, the flowers are in bloom and the grass is once again green. What could be better then all that?


I know I should be inside writing my blog, but all I want to do right now is run around outside and have fun. Yes, that's right, I said fun, and I don't mean work. I mean real fun. The kind that makes you want to get up early to watch the sun rise over the trees while pooping on the front lawn, where the grass is still perfect.

The kind of fun that make you want to pull on a rope or chase a ball or run with a stick.

The kind of fun only a dog knows how to have. Like when you just happen to find something delicious lying outside in the dirt, and you just know it was meant for you to eat, even if no one even knows what it is, . . or what is was, . . .or where it came from.
Who cares. Eating stuff is fun. Yum-O!

The kind of fun you have barking at the brown guy that comes to your door and rings the bell. The one who always has a brown box under his arm, wears brown shorts, and drives the big brown truck with the squeaky breaks. Oh yeah, that guy is fun.

The kind of fun that makes you want to chase a herd of wild deer from the yard, even though they're ten times your size, just because you can.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. That's what make a dog's life happy and full. So forgive me dear readers of silly blogs. I'll be back to pecking on my keyboard very soon. I'm not going away. Life is for the living and I have some catching up to.
So for the next few weeks I'm going to take it easy, enjoy the spring weather, and do what a dog was made to do.

JUST HAVE FUN!!!