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!!!

Reilly goes to work.

Wow, I had a great day on Tuesday. I went to work with Mom and had lots of fun catching up with all my friends at the office. It's been a while since my last visit so naturally everyone was happy to see me. I got there early and made my usual rounds; up and down the halls, bouncing around from room to room, checking to make sure everyone knew I was there. I can tell it really makes their day. Everyone I meet just seems to smile when they see me.
I suppose they're very fortunate to have me around. It's makes me feel good to know they really appreciate me up there. It's like a party breaks out whenever I arrive. Mom says I even help reduce the stress level in the place. I guess that's a good thing, although I can't see why anyone there should be stressed about anything in the first place. It seems to me, all they to do in that place is sit around all day in their little rooms, waiting for little old me to arrive. What could be stressful about that? It's not like any of them need to worry about anything important, like fending off a herd of wild deer at a moment's notice, or having to deal with someone ringing the door bell every other minute. Those are the things I find stressful.

Come to think of it, it makes me wonder just what goes on up there on the days when I'm not around. My guess is: not too much. That's probably why they're always so happy to see me, they're all just bored. I suppose I should feel sorry for them, it must be a very lonely just sitting around all day in their little rooms, waiting for me to show up just so they can have a little fun.

I guess that's what I don't understand about people; if it's so much fun to have a dog around the office, and everyone is having fun, then why wouldn't they just have a dog there all the time?
I mean, if it's possible to have fun part of the time, why wouldn't they just choose to have fun all of the time? That would be the thing to do. It all makes perfect sense to me, I don't know why they don't see it. If they had a full time dog in the office everyone would be much happier and have less stress in their lives. It would even give them something else to talk about around the dinner table at night.

You know, sometimes it's so hard to figure people out.

So anyway, here's a few pictures Mom took of me at the office with some of my friends.

This is Diane. She didn't even like dogs until she met me.
Hey, what's not to like?


Here I am with my friend Aaron.
He's cool, he and I talk guy talk.


Here I am with visiting with Kim.
She probably would like it if I had a brother.


There was another dog visiting while I was there.
His name was Arthur and it was the first time we met.
At first I thought he was a little full of himself, being
French and all, but in the end we got along fine.
Even if he does have a funny hair cut.


Here I am with Lissette.
I think she was getting a little carried away.
I think I'm going to have a little talk with her.



This is Irma. As you can see, we really like each other.




Lastly, this is my good friend Theresa.
I like her a lot, but I think she's a little afraid of me.
Somebody needs to tell her I don't bite.

I can't wait until my next trip to the office with Mom.
Who knew a day at work could be so much fun.

Reilly The Deer Hunter ...

Spring is in the air and I'm having a lot of fun. I'm completely over the whole snow thing, that can wait until next year. Right now I'm all about playing outside, warm sunny days and the smell of fresh cut grass. If this is what they call spring fever, I don't want the cure.
I'm feeling great!

Something cool happened on Friday; I chased away a couple of deer all by myself. Marley and Zoe were nowhere to be found so it was totally up to me to defend the yard against the intruders. I was playing outside with my wubba when I first caught sight of them. As I recall, there were about five of them, but there could of been more. They were lurking in the woods just beyond the back yard fence. They didn't see me but I saw them and I knew just what to do. I sat perfectly still and waited to see how close they'd come before I made my move, but I didn't have to wait long. Before I knew it, two of the brazen creatures came strolling right out in the open like they owned the place. I couldn't believe the nerve of these things. I couldn't wait another minute, so I jumped up, and in my loudest, and most my authoritative voice. I let them know who was in charge.

"Hey you deer! Get the buck off my property" I said.

I'm only about 45 pounds but you wouldn't know it by my bark. To them I probably sounded like a mountain lion, or even a bear.

Needless to say they were stunned by what they heard. Even I was a little stunned. I didn't know I had it in me. Their reaction was immediate. It didn't seem to matter that I was 50 feet away and about a 100 pounds lighter then the smallest one. I could see they were scared shitless. They couldn't have been more afraid if I were in a Hummer full of drunken rednecks and armed to the teeth.

It didn't take but a second for those deer to turn tail and dissolve into the woods, faster then spit. It was great. My first solo encounter with the dreaded deer and I was fabulous. I only wish Marley and Zoe were there to have seen me in action. I can't wait until the next time, but I doubt we'll be seeing any of them around the yard anytime soon.

A little while later dad found me playing with a bumble bee and took it away from me because he was afraid I might get stung. I felt like saying "What are kidding, didn't you just see how I handled those deer, I was fabulous. You think I'm afraid of a fuzzy little bug?"

So that's my big story for the week. Next week is Easter so I'll have something to say about those rabbits and their silly eggs.

Oh, before I forget, I should mention that Monday is Mom's birthday and I'm very excited about that.I'm thinking about giving her that bumble bee I found as a gift. I don't think she has one of those yet. I'm not suppose to tell anyone how old she's going to be because she's a little sensitive about it, but she probably wouldn't mind if I gave you a little hint so here it is: If we were talking dog years, she'd be pushing 357.

Wow... that's old. I'd better not say anymore.
It's getting late, I need to go find that dead bee before I turn in.

May the green be with you...

I would like to wish all my friends and blog readers a safe, happy and fun St. Patrick's Day.
As a dog who comes from a long line of good Irish stock, I will of course be celebrating my heritage by participating in the wearing of the green, (bandana that is).
Since I'm still young of age I won't be doing any heavy drinking or fighting this year, but I wouldn't mind sinking my snout into a nice hot plate of corned beef, if only I could get some.


Mom had to take a trip to China this week so unfortunately she'll miss spending the holiday with dad. From what I'm told, they don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day in China, but if they did, I'm sure their version would be inexplicably weird.
Just try to Imagine what a Chinese Leprechauns might look like.

The very thought of such a thing frightens me.




I must admit, I don't know much about this Saint Patrick fellow, except that he somehow managed to drive all the snakes out of Ireland. A formidable amount of work for an Irishman. Now if only someone could drive the snakes out of Washington we'd all have something to celebrate, but enough about Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer.
Seriously though, this holiday is all about having a good time, and that's just what I intend to do, have a good time.

So dare I say: break out the green, pour yourself a pint, open a box of lucky charms, and let's all join in and singing ourselves a good Irish song about drinking and dying and let the good times roll.

And while you're having a good old time, remember to raise your glass and give a toast to all our troops serving in the middle east, where a pint of Guinness is still a rare and beautiful thing.

Now, just for fun I've included a few Irish jokes.
I didn't write any of these so spare me the scolding if they happen to offend you.

Please keep in mind, they're just jokes, .... And I am just a dog.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL !!!

Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled:
"Mick! I lost me finger!"
"Have you now?" says Mick. "And how did you do that?"
"I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi...

Darn! There goes another one!"

Two Irishmen were walking home after a night at the pub when a severed head rolled along the ground. Mick picked up the head and held it to his face and said to Paddy
"Jez, that look like Sean" to which Paddy replied
"No Sean was taller than that."

The Doctor was puzzled "I'm very sorry but I can't diagnose your trouble, Mahoney.
I think it must be the drink. "
"Don't worry about it Dr. Kelley, I'll come back when you're sober."

A farmer named Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside except for a pet dog he for a long time.

The dog finally died and Muldoon went to the parish priest, saying
"Father, the dog is dead. Could you possibly say a Mass for the poor creature?"

Father Patrick told the farmer "No, we can't have services for an animal in the church, but I'll tell you what, there's a new denomination down the road apiece, and no telling what they believe in, but maybe they'll do something for the animal."

Muldoon said "I'll go right now. By the way, do you think $50,000 is enough to donate for the service?"

Father Patrick replied
"Oh for goodness sake, why didn't you tell me the dog was Catholic."

An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman were without tickets for the opening ceremonies of the summer Olympics but hoped to be able to talk their way in at the gate. Security was very tight, however, and each of their attempts was met with a stern refusal.

While wandering around outside the stadium, the Englishman came upon construction site, which gave him an idea. Grabbing a length of scaffolding, he presented himself at the gate and said,
"Johnson, the pole vault," and was admitted.

The Scotsman, overhearing this, went at once to search the site. When he came up with a sledge hammer, he presented himself at the gate and said,
"McTavish, the hammer." He was also admitted.

The Irishman combed the site for an hour and was nearly ready to give up when he spotted his ticket in. Seizing a roll of barbed wire, he presented himself at the gate and announced,
"O'Sullivan, fencing."


Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets,
"Do you want to go to heaven?"
The man said, "I do Father."
The priest said, "Then stand over there against the wall."
Then the priest asked the second man, "Do you want to got to heaven?"
"Certainly, Father," was the man's reply.
"Then stand over there against the wall," said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
O'Toole said, "No, I don't Father."
The priest said, "I don't believe this.
You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?"
O'Toole said, "Oh, when I die, yes.
I thought you were getting a group together to go right now."

An English man and an Irish man are driving head on , at night, on a twisty, dark road.
Both are driving to fast for the conditions and collide on a sharp bend in the road.
To the amazement of both, they are unscathed, though their cars are both destroyed.
In celebration of their luck, both agree to put aside their dislike for the other from that moment on. At this point, the Irish man goes to the boot and fetches a 12 year old bottle of Jameson whiskey. He hands the bottle to the English man, whom exclaims,
'' may the English and the Irish live together forever, in peace, and harmony.''
The English man then tips the bottle and lashes half of it down.
Still flabbergasted over the whole thing, he goes to hand the bottle to the Irish man, whom replies:
'' no tanks, I'll just wait till the police get here!''

Mom's away and all hell is breaking loose

Mom had to go away for the night and as you can
probably tell from this picture, Dad's in charge.
Or so he thinks....

After the party I stunk
like a junkyard dog,
so I thought I'd grab
a quick shower and
freshen up a little.

Oh yeah, that did the trick;
I'm totally fresh now.

I think I'll have one more treat before I go to bed.
I hope I don't have a hangover in the morning.

I'm still waiting for the snow! ...

I'm very disappointed.
When I went to bed last night I was expecting to wake up this morning to see four or five inches of nice, white, fluffy snow waiting for me in the back yard. What I got was about a half inch of wet snow, mixed with slush. What a letdown. This whole winter has been one big bust. It's almost March already and the snowy season is almost over. I'm very disappointed, I've been waiting almost half my life for a day of fun in the snow but so far all I've seen is a bunch of slush. Yuck!!!

Damn you Al Gore, and your Global Warming.

I've only had one opportunity this winter to play in snow, and even that was a disappointment. It happened about four weeks ago; I woke up one morning to find about two inches of light power had fallen during the night. Naturally I was very excited, being the first real snow I'd ever seen. I couldn't wait to get out there and sink my paws into that fluffy white stuff, but unfortunately my day of fun in the snow was short-lived. As the sun came up, so did the temperature, and by early afternoon most of the snow had melted away, leaving nothing but a slushy and muddy mess. I will say this: It was nice while it lasted, but it did little to quench my lust for snow. I love snow. I'm still hoping for a big one. About six or seven inches would be good. Maybe we'll get a nice big storm some time between now and St. Patrick's Day.
Yes... that would do me nicely. I guess all I can do is hope.

Here's a few pictures of me taken playing in the little snow I did have just before it melted.

The year of the Pig...

In case you didn’t know, yesterday (Sunday) marked the beginning of Chinese New Year.

According to the Chinese zodiac, which is based on a cycle of twelve years; each of which is represented by a different animal; we are now in the year of the pig. I’m not sure what any of that means to the dogs of China, but I’ll bet those pigs are all partying like it’s 1999, if you know what I mean.

I recently learned that I was born in the year of the rooster, as was dad. This seems fitting considering we’re the only males of the house.

Mom was born in the year of the monkey, which sounds funny to me. Marley is from the year of the tiger and Zoe the year of the dragon. That’s probably the coolest one of all. Interestingly enough, none of us were born in the year of the dog. I would have liked that for myself.

From what I’m told, New Years is a big deal in China and the biggest holiday of the year. Unlike ours, which lasts only a day, theirs is a fifteen-day non-stop celebration, and from what I hear, everybody has a great time, including the dogs.

Here’s a brief description of some of what goes on. I might be a little off on some of the details, most of this stuff came from a couple of poorly worded Chinese web sites, both of which seemed a bit dubious.

Basically it goes like this:
The Chinese New Year starts on the day of the new moon, which marks the first day of the new year, and ends on the night of the full moon, fifteen days later. They spend the first day welcoming the Gods of heaven and earth and try to abstain from eating meat because they believe that will help them to live a long and happy life.
Personally that would be the hardest part for me because I love meat.
I’m a dog you-know.

On the second day, they pray to their ancestors as well as the Gods. They’re also extra nice to dogs and feed them well because they believe that the second day represents the birthday of all dogs. Imagine that. This would be my favorite day to celebrate.

The third and fourth days are for sons-in-laws to pay respect to their parent-in-law.
That would be the boring days.

The fifth day they call Po Woo. On that day they all stay home and welcome the God of wealth. No one goes out visiting on that day because it’s considered bad luck, besides, who wouldn’t want to be home when the God of wealth coming knocking on your door.

On the sixth to the tenth day everyone goes out and pays a visit to their friends and relatives, stop by a temple or two to pray for good fortune and good health. There’s also other stuff to do. On the seventh day farmers get to show off their produce. They also make a drink from seven types of vegetables as part of the celebration. It probably tastes something like V-8 juice, only with something missing.

The seventh day is considered the birthday of all human beings. What a party day that must be, considering China has well over a billion humans, the candles on the cake alone would be enough to trigger a global warming disaster.

Days eight through twelve are spent eating and drinking, visiting friends and having family reunions, basically just having a good time. There’s also a lot of praying to Gods and making offering and other such stuff when they’re not partying their asses off.

Finally by the time day thirteen and fourteen roll around it’s time to start cleansing the old system, if you know what I mean.
They probably go around saying things to each other like:
What happens in China stays in China.

The fifteenth day and the last night of Chinese New Year ends with something they call the Lantern Festival. By that time everybody's about had it and ready for sleep-sleep.

After the mess is all cleaned up and everything is all put away, everyone goes back to work making dog toys and stuff for Wal-Mart.

Overall I think this Chinese New Years thing sounds like great fun but I wish there was more fun stuff for the dogs. I do like that part about feeding dogs well and being extra nice to them on the second day, but I think there’s still room for improvement. Maybe when the year of the dog rolls around I’ll talk Mom into taking me to China on one of her trips. That would be totally cool, kind of a nice bonding experience, just Mom and I. She could show me around, we could shop for some new dog toys and maybe even go to one of those restaurants I’ve heard about where they say dogs are served.
Yeah. I think I’d like that. I could always use a good meal.

HAPPY NEW YEAR
to all the dogs of China.

A dog’s life proves less is always more.

Original art work by Dean Russo

Here’s a list of fifty things we can’t teach our dogs to understand, appreciate or even care about.
No doubt they're better off for it.

1. Dogs don’t care about money.
Money means nothing to a dog because there’s nothing dogs need but care and affection and even a dog knows that can’t be bought.

2. Dogs are not materialistic.
They don’t measure their self-worth by what’s in their toy box.

3. Dogs don’t care where they came from.
All that matters is that they’re here now.

4. Dogs are not impressed by what you do for a living.
They’re only hope is that when your work is done, you come home to them.

5. Dogs don’t care what kind of car you drive or how much it cost.
All that matters is that it has a window so they can stick their head out.

6. Dogs don’t care about our technology.
Computers, cell phones, and flat screen TVs, these are merely toys for people. If you tie a rope to your ipod and throw it, it magically becomes a dog toy.

7. Dogs don’t care how or why things work.
They’re just smart enough to know, that all things need not be understood to be appreciated.

8. Dogs never try to act smarter then they really are.
They’re much too wise for that.

9. Dogs haven’t the slightest idea what time it is, nor do they care.
Except when it comes to feeding time.

10. Dogs never worry about being late for anything.
That’s because they know nothing really happens until they get there.

11. Dogs have no appreciation for fine art.
If you were to show a dog a painting by Jackson Pollock, all they’d see is a lot of paint, dripped haphazardly onto a large canvas. Only humans can be convinced they see more.

12. Dogs pay no attention to what’s in fashion.
But they probably don’t like people who wear fur.


13. Dogs have no sense of fairness.
Fairness is strictly a human concept and appears nowhere else in nature.

14. Dogs are in no way influenced by the media.
That’s because they prefer to think for themselves.

15. Dogs have no use for books.
They’re too hard to carry around and too uncomfortably to lie on.

16. Dogs don’t care if something in your house smells bad.
To a dog, nothing smells bad.

17. Dogs see no shame in eating from the trash or drinking from a toilet.
Shame appears only after they’ve been caught.

18. Dogs are not judgmental
They don’t care what the world thinks of you, and they’ll love you no matter how many bumper stickers you have on your car.

19. Dog’s don’t care what color their owner’s skin is.
This has nothing to due with being colorblind; they honestly don’t care.

20. Dogs don’t care if your house is a mess.
It just saves them the trouble of doing it themselves.

21. Dogs don’t have good manners; nor would they want them.
Manners are simply a way to teach people not to act like dogs.

22. Dogs don’t care who wins the Westminster dog show.
No. They really don’t.

23. Dogs have no interest in politics.
They couldn’t be bothered with such pettiness.

24. Dogs don’t care about religion.
They worship only that which worships them back. Us.

25. Dogs don’t worry about what might happen tomorrow, next week, or next year.
They live only in the present moment; nothing else matters.

26. Dog’s don’t whish to be our equals.
They’re perfectly happy knowing we’re here to serve them.

27. Dogs don’t go around thinking the world revolves around them.
They know it.

28. Dog have no interest in ruling the world.
They’ll gladly settle for the back yard.

29. Dogs don’t require a lot of fancy foods.
They’ll eat just about anything you put in front of them; as well as anything they happen to find lying dead at the side of the road.

30. Dogs have no interest in building things.
They do on occasion enjoy tearing things apart.

31. Dogs don’t feel the slightest need to put on clothes.
They come fully outfitted, and prefer to wear nothing more then their own custom-made fur coat. And yes, it’s as sexy as it sounds.

32. Dogs never have to think about their diets.
This could be the single greatest thing about being a dog.

33. Dogs don’t sit around and wonder where dog treats come from.
They know. They come from a box.

34. Dogs are embarrassed by nothing.
They just don’t take themselves that seriously.

35. Dogs don’t need a lot of expensive toys to make them happy.
A stick will do just fine.

36. Dogs never make fun of other dogs.
Instead they prefer to have fun with other dogs.

37. Dogs don’t suffer from low self-esteem.
They’re proud of who they are, and yet, they’re never too proud to beg.

38. Dogs are not obsessed with their appearance.
They instinctively know that real beautiful is something that can’t be seen with a mirror.

39. Dogs are not monogamous.
They are however, fiercely loyal to their owner.

40. Dogs have no vices.
They are inherently pure, and have no inner demons that need to be indulged.

41. Dogs don’t have to pay taxes.
Probably the second best thing about being a dog.

42. Dogs harbor no secrets.
A dog’s life is an open book; what you see is what you get. Besides, they probably couldn’t keep a secret even if they knew one.

43. Dogs are not narcissistic.
Unless they live in Hollywood.

44. Dogs are not mean by nature.
They learn meanness only by observing us.

45. Dogs never hold a grudge.
It’s within their nature to always forgive, but rarely do they forget.

46. Dogs live their lives without regret.
They know better then to waste their time looking back, lamenting their past

47. Dogs don’t worry about getting old.
A dog knows life has its rewards at any age

48. Dogs never worry about getting sick.
If and when illness strikes, they accept it for what it is, and deal with it as best they can.

49. Dogs don’t waste their time dreaming of a life that could have been.
The only life a dog knows is the one it’s living, and that’s enough.

50. Dogs don’t ever worry about dying.
This is because all dogs are born with the knowledge that no matter where they end up in life, in the end, there will always be a warm spot for them in heaven, and they’ll always have a place to run.

Besides, only cats go to hell.

Don't Touch my Wubba !

I have something new to play with. Something Mom bought me that could make the bumpy ball all but obsolete. It's a new toy I've been breaking in for the past week or so. It's called a Wubba, and I can't get enough of the thing. As you can see, it has an interesting shape. Dad says it looks something like an octopus. Of course I haven't the slightest idea what he's talking about, I've never seen an octopus and I'm not sure I care to, it sounds dirty.

But I will say this: these Wubbas are a thing of beauty,
great for throwing, great for catching and great for pulling.
I haven't had this much fun with a pull-toy since the time Zoe and I played tug-of-war with one of Mom's bras.
We got in trouble for that one.

I should mention the wubba I'm currently playing with is actually my second Wubba. My first was a model they call a Snugga Wubba, which turned out to be a little too soft for me. It probably would of been fine for some wimpy French poodle but I don't think that particular Wubba was made for an active BC, such as myself. This new model is more to my liking, it’s called a Wubba Wubba, it's specially made for rough play so it should last me a good long time.

Yeah, okay, I know what you’re thinking, that name, sounds kind of stupid, maybe so, but then,you probably though the name Google sounded stupid too the first time you heard it, and now nobody could live without it.



I should also point out that there are several other models to choose from.

They have something called a Water Wubba, which sounds like it would be great fun for the pool.

They have one called a Wubba Warrior, which is all in camouflage. Probably great fun for police dogs, you know how they are. The only problem I can see with that one is that it's sure to get lost in the shrubs.

They even have a Night Wubba. That one you can play with at night.

Cool!

Anyway, call me crazy, but I think these Wubbas a great fun and I highly recommend then.
Besides, those bumpy balls were starting to get on my nerves.

So check them out At Wubbaworld.com I think I might buy stock in this company.

A New Years to remember

As this year draws to a close and the new year is set to begin, it's long been customary for people to take a little time to reflect on the events of the past year, and consider their hopes for the year ahead. It's a time for people to stand back and take a look at their lives, their work, their families, their friends; what they've accomplished, what they did right and what they did wrong, and what they'd change if they could.

It's also a time when people consider ways to improve themselves by setting personal goals for the future, something they call a New Years Resolution. That's just a fancy term which simply means: a set of promises people make to themselves. Promises such as trying to lose a little excess weight, getting rid of a bad habit or two, or getting themselves a bit more organized. Not exactly what you might consider lofty goals, but practical nonetheless.

The more I hear about these here resolutions, the more it all seems to makes sense.
We all could do with a little self-improvement.


So for the past couple of days I've thought long and hard about whether or not I should come up with some new year's resolutions of my own. Since this has been only my first year of life I have little to compare myself to. My life is relatively simple and I don't have much to complain about. As far as I know, I don't have any real problems or bad habits to speak of, and I have little reason to think the future will bring me anything more then I need or less then I want, but yet I still feel this need to self-examine.
Surely there are things about myself I could change for the better, I'm certainly not perfect, no dog is.

I have my strong points, as well as my not-so-strong points, although I have yet to figured out the difference. I'm sure there are things I could do around the house to make myself more useful, such as picking up my toys and putting them back in the box after I'm through with them.

No, wait......On second thought, no self-respecting dog in his right mind would do that. There's no need to get crazy. They don't expect too much from me to begin with, so there's no point in setting the bar too high. Besides, cleaning up after dogs is human's work, everyone knows that.
It makes them feel useful.

So let's think about this a bit. What kind of new years resolutions could a dog aspire to. The lives of humans and dogs couldn't be more different.
Humans need to work; dogs need to take naps. - Humans have bills to pay; dogs have games to play, - Humans like to watch TV; dogs like to bark at humans watching TV.
We drag our toys all over the house; they pick them up. - We poop in the yard; they have to clean it up.

As far as I can see, none of these things look like a problem to me. What kind of new years resolutions can I possibly come up with to improve my simple life.

Take more naps, play more, have more fun.

I would do those things anyway. Come to think of it, I have no real problems to speak of at all. It's not like I have to give up smoking, or cut back on my drinking. I don't have a weight problem, I only weigh 43 pounds. My hair's not falling out and I don't have closets full of junk to get organized, and God knows I don't have any kind of sexual issues to deal with, I was neutered last spring.

So what is it that I'm trying to do here anyway, looking for things in my life to change, when in fact, changes may not even be necessary.

Now that I look at it, this whole business of making resolutions might be completely lost on me. It's kind of like a solution looking for a problem.

Wow, It seemed like such a good idea at first glance but it's got me thinking, if it's not broken, maybe I best not think about fixing it.

The truth is, there's nothing about me that needs to change.
It could be, I'm just as perfect as I need to be.

My life is as happy as it is simple, and I want for nothing.
What could finer then that.

I'm actually starting to think that you people are the ones I should be feeling sorry for. You're the ones with the complicated lives. Compared to you people, we pretty much have it made.
Oh sure, dogs don't have bills to pay, but we also don't have jobs.

So, I guess I can just forget about all that self improvement business altogether and just concentrate on having a good time this New Years eve.

What the heck was I thinking anyway!

Maybe I'll stay up late and watch that big bumpy ball drop on TV. That sounds like it would be real interesting.

But then again, maybe I'll just find myself a nice warm spot to curl up in and get some sleep.

Either way it will be a New Years to remember.

Happy New Years to all.

Love Reilly ...

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Reilly's Thanksgiving message...

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This will be my first Thanksgiving and I'm looking forward to spending it here at home, with my family and some of my new friends.

This has been a good first year for me. A year of great personal growth, as you see by my pictures.

I've come to know my new family, Mom, Dad, Marley and Zoe. just as they've come to know me. I've also come to know my new home with it's big back yard, and all it's places to hide and dig holes.

I've learned a lot this year as well. I've learned all about Bumpy balls, chew toys and treats, trips in the car, and how much I enjoy a good hot bath.

I've learned that I can run faster and jump higher then Zoe, even on her best day.

I've learned how to stay out of Marley's way and to avoid her grumpy side, which is every side.

I've learned that ripping dad's sneakers apart is not a good thing to do, but oh so much fun.

I've learned about going to the groomer, the dry cleaner, walks around the neighborhood, and that I like going to work with Mom once in a while.

I've learned that when a door bell rings, it is a dog's job to bark incessantly at the front door.

I've learned that the best time of the day to enjoy loud wild barking games is in the evenings, when Mom & Dad are sitting, looking at the flickering light box. They often join in with their own loud barking.

I've also learned that the vacuum cleaner is frightening and unpredictable thing, that can wake up out of a cold dead sleep at almost any time, and can never be trusted.
Just the other night, I saw it come to life. It was terrible. It had Dad by the arm and was dragging him helplessly from room to room for about a half hour until it finally lost consciousness and died. I must say, it's about the only thing in the house I truly fear. I know Mom fears it too because I've rarely seen her anywhere near it.

Another thing I've learned is that I like people, and they seem to like me as well.

I've learned that everything in my world was made specifically for me, and my own enjoyment. And that's a good thing.

So this year I'll celebrate my first Thanksgiving with my family and friends, and while I'm feverishly wolfing down my giant bowl of dog food, I'll be thinking of all the things in my world, I have to be Thankful for, for which there are many.

And my hope for you my friends, on this wonderful holiday, is that your own cornucopia will be filled with all you favorite treats, and that all is well in your world, just as it is in mine.

Happy Thanksgiving
Reilly...

Happy Birthday to me ... Reilly of course

Yeah, that's right. Todays my birthday
November 17th
I'm One year old now and having a great day
Partying with my peeps.

TREATS FOR EVERYBODY!!!

Party on!

Now it's time for a nap.

This reminder from Reilly...

Tomorrow is election day, so I'd just like to remind all my good friends to please try to take a little time out of their busy schedules and go down and VOTE. I don't need to tell you, there's a lot of serious issues facing our country today, and there's a lot a stake in this election, So it's important that your voice be heard..

Now I can't tell you who to vote for, that just wouldn't be right. Who you vote for is up to you.

If you choose to stay home and skip the election then of course, you have no reason to complain later. My intention is simply to remind the public they can make a real difference in their government. And the best part is, it don't cost one red cent to make a statement.

SO GET OUT THERE PEOPLE!
Do the right thing,
Vote!

I'm Reilly, and I approve this message.