bulldawg blog

dang, what are my people doing now?

2008-11-26T18:12:00.000-08:00

ok, so the male human pointed out to me that i haven't blogged in like a year. helloooo?!? it's not a year. it's like 11 months. i've been busy adjusting to my new american lifestyle.

it's hard when you have so much yard to watch over. did you know one of my rabbits just hopped right past me this morning? that beeyotch snuck right by because i am so tired from all of the ball playing. everything is bigger in this texass place. there is more grass in the park outside my door than in my last house in that cold place. which, by the way i am not missing at all.

oh yeah, the humans are going there tomorrow. they keep trying to drop hints, but i know what they're up to. good riddance, i say. that lady who comes and hangs out with me is pretty cool. she feeds me cheeseburgers from some place called "sonzik" or something like that. it's good. sometimes she gives me something called "biskit" or maybe "briskit". well, whatever it is, it is good. and she tells me that i can play ball all i want. and go outside. kind of like grandma only younger.

ha ha ha humans. go to that cold place. i am here in your big house with soft couches and rugs and plenty of places to play ball. you go right back to that icy crap. i'm staying here in texass. i don't care what anyone says about rednecks and heat, it's nice here.

what a long strange trip

2007-12-27T15:56:00.001-08:00

wow. i'm finally starting to feel like myself again after a couple of days.

here's what happened:
female human shows up at the old peoples' house. weird because the old guy had been feeding me nice stuff all day and playing as much ball as he could. she ate something then started carrying my stuff out of the house. finally she came back and said, "ok, daisy, let's go."

let's go where?

of course, i'm noisy and i can't resist and before i know it, we're in the the car, it's dark and we're driving on a highway. then we stop and i hear some mean lady talking. she doesn't even ask about me so i start panting really loud. finally she says "what's that noise?" and i put my paws on the seat. my human turned the lights on so she could see me and she rudely says, "wow she's big!"

well, i saw HER. she looked like she was a full figured gal too so she didn't have to be like that.

anyway, we said our goodbyes. then my human says, "whew! we made it through the border without her asking for your papers." what the hell does that mean? am i not important enough for them to look at my papers, whatever that means? sheesh.

anyway, in no time, we stopped again. the human was on the phone saying, "come on down, we're here." and before i knew it, i saw my other human! but i did not recognize the place we were at. for one thing, i am not used to such a low rent district. they kept saying "buff a low" which I have no idea if that was a person or something to eat.

where we were reminded me of the apartment we lived in when i was a puppy, but not nearly as nice. this place was stinky and i don't mean the curry smells from the apartment. i like curry a lot but it doesn't like me so if it smelled like curry i'd be happy. unfortunately it smelled like stinky cigars and stinky men. yuck.

the apartment was very, very small. i am not used to living in a studio! there wasn't even a kitchen, but my people planned ahead and had snacks and water in my yellow cooler. it was also very hot. the female human decided to open the window. thank god! but we also slept on some sort of weird couch bed. it sucked. but less so than the real bed where the snoring male human slept. poor man, it was like a board.

i slept terribly. but unbeknownst to me, i would make up for it all day.

they woke me up at an ungodly hour. 5 am. who i ask you wakes up then? chickens. that's all. oh and old people. the old dude sometimes got up that early, but not always.

at 5 am the male human gave me some peanut butter, then i started to feel very sleepy. i fought it for as long as i could but they guided me into the car and the female human had put down all sorts of blankets and pillows. it was like they planned for me to be exhausted. i have never felt like that before...at least that i remember.

the next thing i knew they were trying to wake me up to go to the bathroom. like that was the last thing on my mind. all i wanted to do is nap. but there was a puppy out there so i had to muster up some balance and set a good example for the youngster. he was sort of cute, but i'm no cougar.

we got back in the car and then stopped again at a place with very shiny floors. i hate shiny. but this place was much more like what i am accustomed to. there were people fawning all over me and petting me. there were presents that i didn't like but it's the thought that counts. and my humans ate steak with me. now that's what i call living.

the bed was also very comfortable. i like 100% down comforters even though feathers make me sneeze. the bed was so comfortable that i slept all night long, like i had never slept before. they even had a special park when it was time for me to go outside. it was fantastic and i was very happy there.

unfortunately, at 5 am, they roused me. stupid humans. once again, i fell for the peanut butter. it is a weakness i'll admit. my name is daisy and i am a peanut butter addict. i tried to fight the sleepy feeling, but i couldn't help myself.

before i knew it, my people were making me get out of the car again. but this time i was in a driveway. they kept saying, "this is your new house, daisy." like i haven't heard that before. what's this like the 6th place i've lived in 10 years?

well, i gotta say, wherever we are this place is the best. it's also the biggest. i still haven't explored but i am waiting for them to go to work so i can really check it out. apparently some sort of holiday is happening because the indoor tree is in the house. i learned long ago that it's not for peeing on. anyway, i am planning a thorough mission once i rest up.

this is what i know so far about this place: the couch is more comfortable than our old one, but the old one is still here. i have a new friend named buzz, he's one of those spazzy labs, but it's ok. i need a workout buddy to get my rubenesque figure back so i'll just deal with him. the humans are taking me for more walks. we went to a mall today and the people in the stores let me in. that would have never happened in my old neighborhood. and now, the male human is making some sort of delicious food. i am pretending not to be interested, but i really am.

the humans keep saying the words "Tex Ass". i'm not sure what that means but they better not be talking about mine. I can't help that the old people didn't take me for walks. i feel like i've already lost weight being here with all of the ball playing. but i'm not complaining.

so i haven't written in a long time

2007-12-20T07:06:00.000-08:00

that's because i've been living with my old people and they are home all of the time so it's really hard to use their computer. they also used to have a terrible computer. it didn't have a picture of that fruit with a bite out of it so i'm not even sure if it was a computer. anyway, they got a computer like the ones i'm used to but i have to wait until they go to the doctor to use it.

you'll probably have more to read from me really soon since i hear that i am moving to somewhere called usa. i don't know exactly where that is, but it sounds a little like uga and he's an online friend of mine like chowder.

i've been told by the old people that i have a nice big yard and new friends like buzz the chocolate lab next door. i also heard that my new house has lots of tile which will be nice for my belly when it's hot.

my people are coming to get me in a few days. i hate riding in the car, but i am going to try so hard to be good. i know that my panting in the car upsets the humans because they get worried about me overheating.

maybe i'll just try to sleep. my snoring doesn't really seem to bother them. in fact, the female human snores louder than me. i didn't think it was possible.

i hope the old people come and visit soon. maybe they'll bring gravy and balls. ok, maybe no gravy. i think i am a bit too fluffy. my male human has made a lot of comments to me about something that sounds like dye it. i sure hope they're not changing my fur color just because i am a little plump.

anyway, i will write more from usa once i get there. which will be soon i'm told.

cover girl daisy

2007-07-24T21:19:00.000-07:00

so remember the photographer who took my picture a few months ago? he put me on the cover of this italian magazine.

pretty cool!

fluffier

2007-07-24T21:10:00.000-07:00

well, i have no idea where the female human is but i don't care.

see, i'm at grandma and grandpa's house. and they feed me snacks pretty much whenever i want. all i have to do is go to the door and they'll let me out. when i want to play ball, i just get one and someone throws it. sweet!

the only problem with this whole arrangement is that i'm getting slightly fluffy, despite my exercise. maybe it's those damn royal gala apples. or the bananas. it certainly isn't the buttered toast or the kilbassa or the cheese cubes. i know, it's the crunchy stuff! well, i'll show them, i just won't eat it.

the male human seems to be gone most of the time too. again, i don't mind because he tells my old people that they are feeding me too many snacks. what does he know? he's never here. and what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

bump on my butt

2007-06-19T20:33:00.001-07:00

i'm itchy. and scratchy. and my legs don't bend the right way to scratch. neither does my back. i'm losing hair on the bump on my butt. hopefully it's just summer shedding and i don't go bald there. i have trouble growing hair back when i lose it.

ok, so the female human hasn't been around for a while.

i'm living with the old people. the male human comes around when it is past dinner time.

i'm really not sure what's going on.

oh and i hear that i'm going to be on the cover of a magazine. the photographer who took my photos last fall said it's going to be on permalink.it, the free pdf magazine of blogo.it

once it's up, you better believe i'm linking to it and showing all my faithful readers!

oh happy day!

2007-05-13T23:00:00.000-07:00

so yesterday the male human and i got up early and went in the car. the female human is nowhere to be found. i keep hearing about how she’ll be back soon, but frankly it’s more bed for me, so I hope she doesn’t show up anytime soon.

i was thrilled to find out that it wasn’t back to the vet but after a while we were at grandma and grandpa’s house. oh happy day! i enjoyed the non-stop treat buffet: cookies, kilbassa, roast beef, cheese from the next door neighbour, more cookies. honestly, it’s a wonder I could squeeze in any crunchy stuff but I know fibre is good for me.

we also played a ton of ball and I got to be outside in the yard most of the time. it was fantastic. i love that big yard.

apparently, i am going to get to spend more time in the big yard. the male human keeps talking about a place called tex ass. not sure where that is, but apparently it’s far. it sounds like an animal. but once I get there, I have a big yard waiting for me.

something is going on

2007-04-30T18:47:00.000-07:00

and i'm not sure i like it.

things seem to be disappearing around our house. people too -- the female human comes and goes at strange intervals. not sure what's going on, but i think i remember this happening a bunch of other times.

if that's the case, i know what comes next: boxes.

i better get a real yard this time, that's all i have to say.

i made Chowder & Friends!

2007-02-06T11:20:00.000-08:00

it's true -- check me out.

chowder!

2007-02-05T21:00:00.000-08:00

my female human is crazy about a new book she picked up at chapters.

it's called chowder. it's about a bulldog and how he has trouble fitting in. she read it to me yesterday because she decided to get a couple of copies for her friends new puppies, i mean, babies.

anyway, you might like it too:

if you want your own copy, visit:
the chowder book on amazon.com

and if you want to learn more about chowder, visit:
www.chowderandfriends.com

my human sent my picture to peter brown, the author of chowder. hopefully he puts me on chowder's site.

chowder's even got a blog:
http://bloggingdoggy.blogspot.com/

happy 07

2007-01-07T10:48:00.000-08:00

so as usual, the holidays have left me absolutely beat. it's taken me a week to recover from the festivities. my people were home for what seemed like months. the male was home the longest. and my god, having to follow him around as he putters around is exhausting. at least he spends a fair amount of time opening the refrigerator, i'll give him that.

then, i spent quite a while at grandma and grandpa's house. they wouldn't leave me alone either. food food and more food. ball. go out side. sheesh. i just wanted to rest.

then my people came back and had all sorts of people over. we all stayed up way too late. i missed out on plenty of beauty sleep.

so that's my new year's resolution. rest more. gonna start right now.

i'm a model

2006-11-07T04:48:00.000-08:00

so my people are definitely crazy. on the weekend we all got into the bathtub and had our picture taken by this really cool guy.

i know he's cool because he smelled familiar...like a bulldawg. he told me that his bulldog looks like me but smaller. well, i'm going to take that as a height comment, not a weight comment. why does everyone think i'm chubby?

the bathtub thing was weird. my people kept laughing and talking about some tv show. the good thing was there was no water in the tub and we were all in there.

anyway, the camera guy also took photos of me playing ball. he's posted one of them on his website, if you want to see it:

www.flicker.com/photos/cultkid/290879261/

i really like it and i think my people do too.

i'm not really sure why they took so many photos of me. i know i'm pretty but my people are always taking photos of me. this all started when i was little, but come on, enough's enough.

the female human keeps talking about christmas cards. maybe that's what these photos are all about.

my people suck

2006-10-22T08:45:00.000-07:00

i have no idea what's going on in my house. my people seem to never be home. well, let me rephrase that. my female human is never home. and she's always really tired. i'm guessing she's working too much.

i know you're wondering why i haven't written in a long time but hey, a girl needs her rest and relaxation. it's tough playing so much ball. besides it's been raining and you know how i feel about that.

oh wait, maybe you don't know. i hate rain because i hate being wet. it's cold and it makes the ground squishy. and it gets into my eyes. sure, my people bring umbrellas when they walk me, but i know it's really for them.

rainy days are really only good for one thing: sleeping. come to think of it, most days are really good for sleeping. and playing ball. and eating.

anyway, so my humans have been running in and out of the house all week. the male human keeps coming home, changing into a suit, taking me for a walk and leaving. the female human is just grumpy. but last night she too came home, fed me, played ball, took me for a walk and left. weird.

hopefully things go back to normal soon.

my people noticed that one of my folds is looking a bit red. if they just left it alone, it would be fine. but no, they of course, called the vet. at least the vet tech told them to just watch it. i hope they just leave it alone. i think they worry about every little thing way too much.

did you know that i'm getting close to my 10th birthday. that's 70 people years. i still don't feel a day over 40 and frankly i look damn good for my age. all my dog friends say so.

anyway, nap time calls. hopefully the female human leaves soon and i can slumber in peace and quiet.

yet, the vet

2006-09-11T21:25:00.000-07:00

uh oh. my people have been dropping hints that i'm visiting my friends at queen west animal hospital tomorrow. hopefully it's nothing serious. maybe i can just pick up my medicine and be done with it.

i definitely don't want to get on the scale. i think my metabolism is slowing down. or maybe my cute look is just too irresistable to my family. anyway, i don't appreciate knowing the numbers.

if you want to go to the vet too, you can visit them at http://www.queenwestvets.com/. they are very nice people there -- scott, scott and paula are my favourites. scott and scott are two different doctors even though they have the same name.

one scott calls me "madam" and gets down on the floor really low to pet me and talk to me. i love him. if i didn't already have such good people, i'd want to live with him. i bet he'd feed me nice snacks. and play plenty of ball.

the other scott, he's ok, but not as friendly. but i think he must be a good doctor since he is very straightforward. he gives good shots and doesn't make me feel like a canine pin cushion.

paula, i haven't known as long, but she helped me out a lot when i had my breathing problems a couple of years ago. her mannerisms are in between scott and scott. but she always gives me a good bum scratch. i think she likes bulldogs, at least, she seems to know a lot about us.

btw, i'm getting pretty good at this internet stuff.

a couple of weeks ago, i even found a place to get my second favourite toy (you know i like balls best), this thing my people call a Y. it's really called a bettie. you can see it at http://www.otisandclaude.com/content_products.html.

anyway, i found http://www.kennelcafe.com/ which is pretty close to my house and realized i could get my people to get me a new one to replace the one i've ripped. suckers -- they bought me 2 because they were worried the toy was being discontinued.

personally i think the nice lady was looking out for my best interests. i can have one in the basement and one upstairs. that way, i'm ready for tug when ever i need it.

my people have been making me crazy. they've been painting again and moving furniture. why don't they just move again and be done with it? will they never be satisfied?

the only good that's come out of my people's amateur hgtv show weekends is that they made me a stand for my water and food bowls. it all started because my female human put my water bowl on a big brick outside in the backyard and she saw i could drink much easier. duh! i don't have lean over so of course, i can drink better. hopefully they make more. but right now the stand is looking kinda ugly. it needs a coat of paint or something.

wait there's one more good thing -- i now get to sleep on a cloud every night. my people bought some kind of soft squishy thing for us to sleep on. well, they bought it for themselves, but we all know who loves it the most. me -- i could sleep up there on the bed all day long, except jumping not something i can do very much of any more. the medicine helps, but my back legs don't work as well as they used to. the couch in the basement is lower so i get up there ok when my people aren't around to lift me. truth be told, i really prefer it when they lift me up.

anyway, i'd better go back to bed now. i usually wait until my people are at work to write, but i'm having a little trouble sleeping tonight. sometimes it happens. i tried to convince my people to play a little ball, but they hid it, so i took the hint and went downstairs.

bulldawg daze

2006-08-13T19:02:00.000-07:00

it's supposed to be really hot. but it's not. ok, it was for a while and i was miserable. but now it's like the time when the leaves fall off the trees. trust me i'm not complaining. not one bit. i love this weather.

the windows are open so i can smell everyone's barbeques. nice!

and my people are so anxious to let me outside to enjoy the fresh air. suckers. little do they know i just want to work on my tan and relax.

you know they should get a clue and learn how to relax too. they are always doing something. friday it was making a photo wall.

at least they have the good sense to know that i am the most important member of the family and should be the predominant focus of the photo wall.

then saturday it was garage all day long. what the hell? what was wrong with it before? now there is some funny table that is like going to the vet clinic out there. weird.

now today, it was office, non-stop office. i can't see any difference except the piles of papers are gone. finally, i can go back in there and nap in peace.

i am sick of the smell of paint. but i fear it is not done. the humans are never satisfied with relaxing. they should watch me. i've got it down to a science.

paws from writing

2006-06-19T18:48:00.000-07:00

so i've been really busy, ok? it's not that i didn't want to write, it's just that it's been busy. i've been to grandma and grandpa's a bunch of times -- even on my birthday. it was pretty cool since there's nothing i like better than the non-stop bulldawg buffet and all the ball i can play. my humans went to california and hey, i think i had the better time. the humans came home and they were really tired. i was really tired to but i bet i ate much better.

my female human has been working too much. that's the whole problem at our house. she is never home and when she is she tries to do too much. but i don't mind if it means i get to play more ball.

it's the nice time of year though. i hope it doesn't get too hot this year. if it's too hot, my people don't let me stay outside for very long. if it's cool, i can be out all day with no problems. i'm crossing my paws for temperate but on the cooler side.

cake and cameras

2006-04-02T22:50:00.000-07:00

i have had a hard time catching up on my sleep this week.

going to grandma and grandpa's was great. mom got most of the presents for once -- i, of course, got a ball from grandma. mom got a big bag of stuff, looked like mostly clothes. she also got cards and then there was cake so i figured out that it was her birthday. i think she is 259 or so, although she doesn't look a day over 210.

my birthday is coming up soon. i will be 9 in people years which is 63 in dog years. personally i feel around 35, except for my hips. they are feeling better these days but they slow me down somewhat. grandpa just had knee replacement surgery and he seems to have sped up a bit.

i try to avoid surgery as much as possible. i have had several operations and after all of them i seem to wake up with stitches in a funny place and missing large patches of fur. not an especially good look for me.

anyway, back to my birthday. i've been told i'll spend it at grandma and grandpa's and that there will be steak for me to eat. sweet! just the way i'd plan my birthday myself.

after i visited grandma and grandpa, my friend reesa came over to visit me and eat dinner with my humans. they laughed and talked and had a good old time.

luckily sunday was a relaxing day so i could recover from all of the commotion because then on monday all the people with the tv cameras came back and i had to go to wade's house. not fair! i still can't understand why they didn't want me on the bathroom show.

am i not the most important member of the family? hmmph!

once they were done filming with sound i got to come back and of course everyone was happy to see me. i did my best to make everyone feel happy and played some ball, but i was so exhausted by the end, all i could do is wag my tail. these people must not get to be around many bulldogs because they kept oohing and ahhing over me. but if they were so charmed, why didn't i get to be on the show?

when i got home i noticed my people put the patio furniture out. mighty optimistic of them considering we live in canada and it was not even april. hopefully it doesn't snow on it. but it's actually been pretty nice and i've seen a lot more of my friends from the neighbourhood outside.

the yorkie contingent was out in full force on friday evening without their coats and boots. they are the barbie dolls of the dog world, aren't they? and now there are even more of them. in addition to milo and leggo there's che. yes, as in guevera. i'm sure he's rolling in his grave after having a yorkie named after him. a bulldog, sure, but a yorkie?

people, pizza, plastic, old people

2006-03-25T04:44:00.000-08:00

i should have known something was up. a pedicure. a bath. my people cleaning. well, on tuesday i figured it out when this guy came with lots of tools. his name is brad and he was the one who ripped up my bathroom. but apparently he was the one who was going to put it together.

brad was at my house all day tuesday. good thing i was pretty tired or i would have made him play more ball. but unlike the painter guy who was coming here for a while, brad had a bunch of people with him including a guy with lights and a guy with a camera.

they all played ball with me when they weren't working. one of them threw my favourite new ball down the hole in the floor where the hot air and cold air comes out. good thing my people bought two. so that was fine and those people left before mom got home from work.

wednesday i got to sleep all day and recover. and joy of joys, for dinner my people had pizza -- they haven't eating pizza in what seems like a million years. they used to get it all the time. you don't even know how happy i was to see it. it smelled amazing, just like when i used to scare the pizza guys in all those elevators where we used to live.

apparently it was mom's birthday. i got her a card, but i can't figure out how old she is. some days she looks really young, some days not so much. i guess it doesn't really matter because she picked off all the pepperonis and gave them all to me. she's good that way.

thursday i got to sleep off my food coma.

then friday, my people woke me up really early. they were making a real racket vacuuming, dusting and picking stuff up. i thought my friends the cleaning people were coming, but then i remembered that mom doesn't preclean for them, she just picks up all the balls i leave everywhere.

then all of a sudden tons of people showed up. just like they did a couple of weeks ago. i remembered the nice ones who petted me before and the ones who threw my ball. everyone seemed to know me. i tried to be as friendly as possible in the hopes that i could stay around. last time, the whole house smelled like delcious food when i came back.

i was hoping to stick around, but dad grabbed me and before i knew it i was in the nox with ted (my bear) and a bag of balls, toys and cookies. but once i found out where i was going, everything was ok. i got to spend the day at my friend reesa's plastics company. her dad jim loves me almost as much as grandpa. in fact, i kind of think of him as another grandpa. except jim doesn't cook me special food. he redeems himself by playing plenty of ball.

i wonder why i can't stay. is it something i said? or maybe a smell i made?

still, i had an amazing day. lots of ball. lots of pets. lots of relaxation time under jim's desk. and when i got home, everyone was still there. this time they let me stay and all the people with the cameras, lights and stuff petted me. i was so tired that i just layed in the kitchen. when my friend jane came in and said, "why hello, daisy?" i just layed there and wagged my tail the best i could. i was so tired. then i farted a couple of times just so everyone knew i was home.

when i woke up this morning, my people said, "want to go see grandma and grandpa?" i am exhausted. but i guess i can sleep in the car. maybe i can rest on sunday.

bulldawg spa: i smell wet dog

2006-03-20T17:54:00.000-08:00

what a horrible weekend. as i mentioned in my last post, everything seemed back to normal. that is until my people decided it was time for a pedicure on saturday afternoon.

at least they don't use those garden shear clippers any more. with my black nails and my 1/2 pink, 1/2 black nails, it was just hell, praying that my people didn't cut too much off. now they use a special tool that files my nails. it makes a terrible sound but at least the whole process is over in minutes.

so i thought that was it. it was traumatic enough, although the pedicure was accompanied by plenty of cookies and lots of ball playing. i guess that made it almost ok.

then on sunday afternoon, i was just minding my own business, sleeping and following my people around when they conned me into going upstairs to our bedroom. i thought i was going to play some ball, which in fairness, i did, but not until much later.

before i knew what was happening i smelled wet dog. i was in the shower covered with soap. at least my people use warm water and nice smelling soap. and plenty of towels. well, that just about wrecked my weekend. well, until i got to play ball for an hour to dry off. now i look white, clean and my fur is fluffy. sweet!

sleepy saturday

2006-03-18T08:23:00.000-08:00

everything seems to be back to normal -- except for my bathroom. there is sawdust on the floor and no doors on the cabinets. no lights either. weird. and when i go into the guest room, there's stuff everywhere in there.

i have a sneaking suspicion that the people with the cameras are coming back. hopefully this will be the start of my acting career. i could do with a job. lord knows my writing career isn't panning out, but maybe i should spend more time at the keyboard and less time dreaming about it.

speaking of dreaming, i've been getting loads of sleep. and the sun has come back so i can often find a nice sunbeam to lay in. well, until i get too hot and my panting wakes me up.

my people have all of a sudden become major slobs. i'm not sure what's going on. dishes left on the counter. mugs and glasses on the coffee table. pots and pans sitting in the sink. if i just had an opposable thumb i'd try to tidy up. and the laundry's piling up too. i'm not sure what's going on with that. if the washer and dryer weren't up so high, i'd get on that chore.

who am i kidding? i hate cleaning and chores. there's no way, opposable thumb or not, that i'm lifting a paw to help. my people are my servants, not the other way around.

speaking of serving, they haven't been giving me as many under the table tidbits as usual. i guess it's because i've been feeling a bit off. a girl can't always be regular or avoid the occasional accident when her toilet is the great outdoors. hopefully whatever it is works itself out or it's gonna be those nasty crunchies as my only source of sustainence. they won't even give me my delicious marrobones when they think i'm not 100%. maybe that's the problem -- they've got to be chock full o' fibre.

i'm starting to feel a bit sleepy. well, it is almost noon and i've been up for hours, playing ball with my people. they really like that game.

what is up?

2006-03-11T18:54:00.000-08:00

ok, i don't know what is up. monday i went to hang out with wade and his mom jeanette all day. now while i like wade a lot, he is way too old for me and too loud with all that barking. at least jeanette is generous with the snacks so spending the day there was pretty cool. jeanette also played ball with me constantly so that was good too.

then on tuesday i went to reesa's and jim's work for the whole day. holy cow did those people expect a lot from one bulldog. play play play. no rest for me at all.

then when i came home on tuesday my bathroom was all messed up. damn those people i live with. can't they just let things be and live without changing their environment? i swear, they can't go more than a month without switching something. now, my bathroom is up for a change.

paint first. some counter. who knows what's next? i am actually afraid. my water bowl might go missing. what is wrong with my people that they can't let things be?

strange day indeed

2006-03-05T12:30:00.000-08:00

on friday i was rudely awakened from a delightful afternoon nap by the sound of strange humans. but much to my surprise and delight, the house quickly filled up with a whole herd of ball-throwers with cameras, equipment and lots of tools.

you better believe i quickly woke up and sprang into my cutest looks -- i worked that crowd like nobody's business. so i got plenty of pets and love. suckers. wait a second, was i supposed to be guarding...oh never mind. i'm not very good in that department anyway. i always forget that i'm supposed to act tough.

not sure why all the people were around but they spent a long time in my bathroom. and then when dad got home, he spent a long time in there too. they'd better not do anything to my water bowl that's in there.

but i think the people are coming back because they filled the guest room with tools, chairs, a tv, lights and a whole bunch of other stuff. no way am i going in there, even after a ball. there's too much stuff to break. they left a lot of stuff in the garage -- i smelled snacks, but i stayed out of them. i'll get snacks from them when they come back.

no rest for the bulldawg

2006-02-27T10:02:00.000-08:00

finally i am home alone and can use the computer.

something happened when my people went away last weekend. they were fine when they came to pick me up, even though i wasn't. they went to work the next day, which was great because i needed a long rest after being at grandma and grandpa's house.

then, they didn't leave the house for 2 days, well, except to take me out. dad stayed in bed all day long on the first day. while he was sleeping he got all sweaty. i licked his head to cool him off, but, oops, i woke him up.

mom had her pajamas on all the time, but was still on the computer and phone even when she was in bed. she must be very important. or really worried that they might miss her. she didn't rest very much and used up lots of tissues.

they didn't even go to the gym. apparently they were sick.

they went to work on friday, which was a good thing since i was really tired of following them around all day. one good thing came out of their sickness -- mom fed me 1/2 of her raw catfood dinner on friday night. well, except for that eel stuff called unagi. she seems to like it but i find it too sweet.

dad seemed better on the weekend. he left a lot and came back with bags of food and stuff. mom did some cleaning saturday morning then spent the rest of the weekend in her pjs again. she really didn't feel well.

then today, my people surprised me: they went to the gym for the first time in a week. mom still doesn't feel good i can tell, but she was a pretty big trooper and put on her workout clothes and went. when she got back she didn't seem that happy with the workout, but we all have bad days.

well, except me. i only have a bad day if my tummy's upset. and that doesn't happen very often so most of the time, my days are really good. ok, i'm going back to sleep now just in case someone gets home early.

they did it again

2006-02-20T16:21:00.000-08:00

so i noticed my people putting clothes into a bag again. didn't think much of it since they've been putting clothes into bags a lot lately and taking them away. but then they said, "daisy want to go to grandma and grandpa's?"

yes, it was true! it was only for one night but i certainly made the most of it. plenty of ball playing! non-stop snacking! tug galore! buttered toast!

my people came to pick me up this afternoon in the middle of my post luncheon nap. so i am exhausted. in fact, this is going to be a very short entry. i think i need to lay down.

big surprise: back to the buffet

2006-02-05T08:57:00.001-08:00

my people tricked me yesterday.

of course i knew it was saturday -- they didn't seem in a huge rush as they showered and put their clothes on and they didn't go to the gym before i woke up. but then when they were ready they said the magic words: "daisy, want to go to grandma and grandpa's".

duh. what did they think? i'd say no. please.

so we got in the truck and headed down the highway. the car ride wasn't so bad because i got put on the seat -- much more comfy than the floor.

i hope my people get me the seat cover they're talking about for the truck. the back seat is too slippery but i still like sitting on it especially if i have a warm human next to me.

once we got there my people went away for a while so the buffet could begin: i had chicken. i had bananas. i had some dog cookies. i had some kilbassa. i had so many yummy things in such a short amount of time that i can't even remember.

my people came back to grandma and grandpa's for a while. grandpa didn't seem to be able to move as fast as usual -- he had his knee rebuilt or something like that -- so i took it easy on the old guy. he still had to play ball with me, but i spent some time on the couch lounging with him. he lets me have the side i like -- the right side has the best headrest.

then my people left again. grandma gave me some more snacks.

when my people came back carrying bags of food, all i really wanted to do nap. so i did. that is until the roast beef dinner was ready. i got some and gravy too in my bowl. so i ate that and skipped the crunchies. i can get them any time. then i went to work on grandma. my cute looks guarantee 1/2 her dinner ends up in my tummy.

speaking of that, i had 1/2 of my female human's sushi and sashimi dinner the night before. i love that cat food! it's even better than when it's cooked. i wish my people had it more often.

so it's been a good weekend for food so far. hopefully today is also good.

incredible shrinking people

2006-01-30T21:12:00.000-08:00

so now my people are getting up early almost everyday. some days it's really early. i like those days the best because they cover me up with the duvet or i go and find the warmest spot on the bed. yes, i go back to sleep. who wouldn't? it's practically night when they leave.

but more times than not, they wake me up early! of course, they fill my bowl with chicken and crunchies which is always a good thing and they play ball for a while, but then it's outside in the cold for me to "empty out". they're gone for a while and when they come back, it's rush time. but i bring them the ball anyway. they love to play while they get ready for work.

it seems like there's more food making, but unfortunately it's not the food i like to eat. the people are eating all sorts of green stuff i can't stand. and in the morning, they don't have toast anymore. they eat some white stuff that looks like paste. i gotta get over to grandma's and grandpa's for a real breakfast with buttered toast soon.

they're always putting stuff in plastic containers and bringing big bags of stuff home. so far i haven't seen too many good things coming out of the bags. well, maybe those turkey pepperette things. but i get the feeling my people are sick of them. mom's the only one who is eating them and most of the time i eat most of each stick.

it looks like my people are changing. for one thing, they are not nearly as comfortable to sleep on. they are starting to have bones sticking out in all the wrong places. but that's ok, like i said, i get more time on their pillows while they're away in the mornings.

back to normalish

2006-01-21T14:50:00.003-08:00

so everyone's home now. but i've noticed that my people are not eating all the good things they used to. it's a good thing that i like fish because my people are eating a lot of cat food these days. and they aren't sharing with me quite as much for some reason. it's a good thing grandma bought me lots of treats for christmas. otherwise, i might start wasting away.

other than that, they are back at work so i get my naps. they have been getting up quite early on some days, but that's fine with me. i just go ahead and find the warmest spot on the bed, then go back to sleep until they come and wake me up for breakfast, ball and a walk. not necessarily in that order. then when they leave, i either go and sleep in the office or on one of the landings until someone gets home and is ready to play ball. i have a very nice life.

dawg gone

2006-01-15T09:29:00.000-08:00

well, so one of my people hasn't been here for about a week. that's not true, he came home for a couple hours, packed up a big bag and left again. all these suitcases got me excited: i thought i was going to grandma's house and i was anticipating the roasts, cheese and other delicious treats i don't get at home.

no such luck. mom's here. and she stayed up really late the first night dad was gone. or should i say early since she was at the computer until 3 am. doesn't she know i need my beauty sleep?

well, i guess i shouldn't complain. she does let me get a lot of sleep during the day. and actually she's been good about playing ball when i want.

i even got her to play ball last night at 11. dad would never do that. i think she was feeling guilty since she went shopping all afternoon with her friend, came home, fed and walked me, then went to the friend's house for dinner and a movie. the way i look at it, that's good guilt!

today it looks like she'll be around. it's 9:30 and she's in sweats, so she's not going to work. doesn't mean she won't be working today though. but that's fine with me. she'll feed me plenty of cookies to keep me quiet. it's going to be a great day, i can just tell.

no resolutions needed

2006-01-09T21:36:00.000-08:00

so my people may need to make new years fitness resolutions, but not me. i exercise 2, 3, 4, sometimes even more every day. i'm in great shape for a bulldawg half my age.

my sport of choice is ball. it doesn't really matter what kind of ball, tennis, nerf, soccer, rubber, golf, they're all good. delicious, in fact. some are easier than others to destroy.

but my favourite ball is an orange road hockey ball. i think it's a texture thing. and it's easy to hold in my mouth and still breathe. i run pretty fast when i'm playing ball so that's important.

there's another ball that i really like -- it is clear plastic and has little spikes all over it. it fits neatly in my cheek while i run. it's excellent for chewing too because it massages my gums. my people said it's called a massage ball. go figure.

bed hawg dawg

2006-01-04T23:33:00.000-08:00

so apparently now i'm a bed hawg.

those crazy people i live with don't seem to realize that we live in canada and it gets cold in the house at night even though i have a thick fir coat. they have blankets and each other so what's a girl supposed to do?

well, let me tell you, it's best to wait until they're asleep. then i snuggle right up and push as hard as i can. the female is a bit lighter so it's easy to get plenty of space. plus she feels sorry for me if i'm cold. the other night, i managed to push her into the guestroom and have a whole 1/2 of a king sized bed to myself. hahaha!

now the male, he's a different story. i just scratch the bed and he picks me up in his sleep, like my own private elevator. sweet! then, before he settles back under the covers, i steal his spot. well, that doesn't work very often, so then i go and snuggle right up and put my head on his head. or neck. or butt. or whatever seems to be comfiest. he complains a lot about his sore necks. i guess my head is heavy.

anyway, the female woke me up. the people went to bed early because they are going to the gym while i sleep in and wait for their return – and my breakfast, but she couldn't sleep so she went to my room (the office) and wrote some ads or something. when she got back into bed, she woke me up, so now i'm the one who can't sleep. sheesh!

dawg tired/dawgritos

2005-12-20T19:05:00.000-08:00

i'm sorry but when are the days getting longer? it's too dark and it's making me sleepy. and hongry. yes, i know i spelled it wrong but that's the way it makes me feel: really round like an o.

sometimes my people buy these delicious cheezy crunchy chips. i think they're called dawgritos or something like that. yummy. deliciously cheesy. but i don't think it's real cheese. so do you spell it cheez? who knows. i'm no good at spelling. just smelling.

anyway, my people are getting all weird. they put up some kind of tin foil fake tree in the living room. what the hell? did they think they could fool me? they don't even let me sleep on that couch. little do they know that when they're not home, it's my favourite place for a nap.

what does a bulldawg have to do to get a computer?

2005-12-15T16:58:00.000-08:00

geez, what it is with my people?

it's been so hard to get online.

first, they stay up late working for weeks, even on the weekends. mom's the worst for that. whatever it is she does on the computer, it sure takes up a lot of time.

second, my people went away for a week. even though the suitcases freak me right out (i think we might be moving when i see them), it also can mean it's time for the non-stop buffet and all-day long ball playing at grandma and grandpa's.

grandpa even cooks me special food so i don't starve to death on that nasty crunchy stuff. if i play my cards right, i can go for days without having to eat any of it. sweet! all i have to do is look at the magic box and the old guy opens the door and takes something out for me. i don't even have to put on my sad face. guess i trained him right.

honestly, i was glad my people went away. i had a lovely vacation, though it's exhausting entertaining the old people. when i got home i slept for a full day. didn't even want to go outside. and despite all my snacking on all sorts of delicacies like marrowbones, cheese, buttered toast and bananas, i didn't gain a pound, thanks to all the ball playing.

the only thing that i didn't like was grandpa's computer -- like, what's up with the faux OS X? it doesn't look like a window to me. that's why i couldn't write while i was there.

anyway, i gotta go play ball now. dad seems to have recovered from his vacation and is throwing the ball. apparently he is tan, whatever that means. he still doesn't have enough fur, if you ask me.

will work for cookies

2005-10-12T07:29:00.000-07:00

i feel more well rested now. the humans left early yesterday and again today, but before they left today they picked up my toys and balls so i think my friend sandra is coming over.

sandra's pretty cool -- she comes over and watches telelatino soap operas and feeds me cookies for all the work i do. i'm pretty good at dusting the low lying areas, vacuuming and a bit of mopping. if i had an opposable thumb i'd be raking in the cookies.

nevertheless, it's a pretty good gig and i only have to work for a couple of hours once every two weeks. if i'm lucky sandra turns the channel to the food network and leave it on so i can watch tv all afternoon until the humans come home to make me dinner.

thank full dog burrito

2005-10-10T08:13:00.000-07:00

as you can see from today's photo, i am exhausted. my humans think it is really funny to wrap me up in a blanket when i'm this tired – they claim i look like a burrito. but everyone who really knows me knows i look like a pig in a blanket.

yesterday my humans had all of their humans over all day long for thanksgiving dinner.

i think it might take me all day to recover.

do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep everyone entertained for an entire afternoon? how challenging it is to keep running after the ball?
and how hard it is to keep eating everything everyone offers?

grandma brought me a whole bag of dog treats (and a new ball!) but i must say that my favourite treat was turkey. grandma kept passing me pieces under the table when she thought no one was looking. peggy kept giving me tiny bits of pumpkin pie. what i really loved was the whipped cream.

no wonder i was feeling a little under the weather when i got up this morning. and i really didn't eat much of my breakfast. well, i ate the turkey off the top. the crunchy bits really didn't interest me today. i played ball for a little while and i was hoping the humans would leave, but they haven't yet. i'm too tired to entertain them, but they seem happy enough with their computers.

welcome! my name is daisy

2005-10-05T19:33:00.000-07:00

my name is rosehall's valentine daisy, but you can just call me daisy. i am an eight year old english bulldog and i was conceived on valentine's day, hence my middle name. come back again and read all about me.