Sunday, July 25, 2010

Beauty here, I am enjoying my hazy, lazy days of Colorado. My yard is a couple of acres, and they are mine. I allow these two other fool dogs to share my space, but they seem unappreciative. I think that they may have some weird form of Asberger's Syndrome. I refer to them as "Rain Dogs". One of them, Raindog Bella, apparently ate her own tail, at least that what it looks like. Well anyway, she has a stub, and she spins tighter and tighter circles in a futile attempt to catch her nubbin; that's what she calls it. There is a better chance of her sprouting wings and dropping droppings on some of the more irritating dogs in the neighborhood than there is of her catching that no-tail. She is on "Prozac", it ain't working. Lil' Dog is much younger and acts like an idiot on crack. Gads, she can be irritating. Run, jump, fetch, scratch, bite, crap; all day long. If she lays down, it is to hide in the tall grass and surprise attack you as you walk to the back door of my Colorado abode. To RainLil'; it's not a surprise attack if you do it e v e r y time, ya dunce. Snooze time for the Beauty.........

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  1. What a beautiful day! It is one of those bright blue sky days here at CampCO, my name for Camp Colorado. Girl's Dad, named Dad feeds me like they do it in DC. He knows that I can eat first, safely leaving the floors clean and dry, then go outside. The RainDogs have to go out first, apparently they've had issues. Well this has made my dog's breakfast nice and quiet. The three bowls all are sat out in the back of the house, mine in it's own corner. While Lil' and Bella run around outside I quietly eat my breakfast and proceed to taste test the other bowls. Dad looked surprised, after a very brief discussion we've decided that I should eat my bowl empty, and then go outside. We may revisit this issue if I forget our new protocol.
    Some local friends have dropped by to welcome me on my triumphant return to CampCO. Wally Hanzlik, my Lab friend from down the street dropped by and offered to escort me to the neighborhood pool. I declined. Moments later we could here people screaming about his swimming style, calling for him to get out and go home. He was soaked as he walked home on a leash, but he was wagging his tail and occasionally he would stop walking and shake the water off, sharing it with his unappreciative folks. My other friend, Lacy Norton, dropped by and we went to the park. They threw things in the park, a ball, frisbee and a squeaky toy. I played with a couple of the other dogs. After throwing those things in the park, we went home. Those Nortons are quite lucky that they didn't get a ticket for littering. I have to go bark at some squirrels and then lay in the sun for a bit. Oh! gotta go, Tail Wags

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