Never, Ever, Cry...

What a morning! It was unusual, well not so much; bad, not too bad; fun, not really fun; okay, it was confusing and embarrassing. What can I say?

I woke Papa up early so I could go out and… you know what. When we left the house, well… I think I can best describe it by telling you my thoughts and barks as it happened. Here goes:

“Come on, Papa, I have to go. Come on… Finally, he’s opening the door… Good, let’s go… Do I have to pull the leash? Jeez.

There’s the grass… wait a minute… It’s Mattie, my girl friend! Hi, Mattie! Mattie, over here... Don’t you hear me? Oh crap, her Papa has her on a leash. I have to get to her.

Papa… Papa… Come on… Why can’t you move faster… It’s Mattie… Wait Mattie, I’m coming, if I can ever get him to move…

Oh, oh… hold on. The neighbor’s Labs are there… You stay away!! I’ll bite your leg off… Really I will… oh no, they’re coming here… crap… their not on leashes… my god he must weigh 130 lbs…. Stay away!! I’ll bite you to pieces… They’re almost here… what am I going to do… I know… I’ll pretend I’m dead… I‘ll roll over on my back… maybe if my paws go limp… Oh… I’m a dead puppy!!!

Hey wait a minute… not the tongue... my gosh… what slobbers… did you have garlic or cat poop for breakfast?... Not your tongue too… Papa… help!!!

Finally... their Papa is putting on their leashes… that’s it he’s taking them away... run you cowards….maybe if I bark louder, they won’t see me shaking… Maybe I should just go pee… Come on Papa! Let’s go!”

With that, I held my head high and went to whiz. Of course, I had to tolerate Papa telling me how stupid I was to irritate the Labs, but hey... what’s a big bark in a little dog for… ?

I’ll never let them see me shake... or cry.

Later,

Woodie

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A Little Down

To be truthful, these last couple days, I've been a little down. The sky has been blue and the sun bright. I'm still a pup and full of vigor.

Now I must to tell you, I love Mama & Papa, but they are stiff and sore, and moan and groan. They have trouble getting down and back up. They try sometimes, but usually tire out before I get a good tongue drip going. All they want to do is hold me, hug me, and kiss me, and talk incessantly. I like it but it gets old.

Last week I had a visit from Cinna & Buddy. We had a great time and had lots of fun. I miss them. I want to run, and play, and be young and free! Mama promises me one of them will come to see me soon.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow, after all... tomorrow is another day. I'm going to the hot tub.

Later,

Woodie

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Food!

My second favorite thing to do in the world is eating. Sure I like the stuff that comes in those little packages. I won’t mention the company’s name unless they want to pay me for product placement (LOL). Seriously it’s good chow, but nothing compares to Mama’s cooking.

When she hits the kitchen, the smells are enough to make you shiver. I sit on the floor and watch her scurry around, hoping she’ll drop something, or reach down and give me a bite.

Today she made these little yummy ribs. Papa just loved them too, and he slipped me a little under the table. That was nice, but Mama had a whole little bowl of meat just for me; it was great.

She knows the way to a pooch’s heart is through his tummy. She’s smart that way. I think she gets to Papa’s heart that way too. We are both so lucky to have her.

I’m full, gotta get some sleep. That is my favorite thing to do.

Later,

Woodie

You're just jealous, the pillow loves me! You hear, me!

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A drink after work always refreshes!

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Playing is hard work. 

My Best Pal Buddy. 

Surprise!

I was utterly amazed to get a visit from my pal Buddy. We stayed together at his Mama & Papa's place a couple weeks ago. He was so little then, and now he is almost as big as I am.

He had better quit growing, I don't want him to be bigger than me, although most dogs are.

As you can see, he has a fractured paw, almost like I had. It was a similar situation. I'll tell you all about it later.

It certainly didn't slow him down. We chased each other all over the place. We were having fun, then he decided to jump on my pillow and well... I can't say what he did. I still have those urges even though I spent some time last year with my doctor. Buddy hasn't been there yet and boy can he hump that pillow. Excuse me, I didn't mean to use that language.

He wore me out, gotta get some sleep.

Later,

Woodie

Cinna & I watching Papa.

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See, now I talk and she listens. If you believe that you will believe anything. 

Cinna & Me

My friend Cinnamon was visiting for a few days., so I have been busy. I know I told you about Mattie, but a dog is allowed more than one female friend.

Cinna & I have been friends most of our life. She used to live with us, but we had an accident and she hurt me, broke my leg. I forgive her like I always forgive everyone.

When she left yesterday we were both so tired we slept most of the morning.

Guess I'll go back to sleep now.

Later, Woodie.

My Girl

I have a visitor so I have to make this fast. She just can’t wait and neither can I.
Of course since I went to the doctor about 6 months ago, this is strictly plutonic.

She is about 11 pounds and very pretty. They say she looks just like me times two. Between you and me I think I have a nicer skirt. Hey, boy Poms have skirts, maybe we’re Scottish, and did you ever think of that? Ok, let’s call it a kilt; are you happy?

We have fun running here and there and barking. The barking, that’s me, she hardly ever says a word, unlike human females.

She was living here when I was a pup and had to leave. I get to see her once in a long while. I don’t know why but Papa & Mama were very upset with her back then. I remember I was in a cast with my back leg about the same time. I’ll have to ask Mama about all that. I’ll let you know.

Gotta run and I mean run.

Later,

Woodie

Doggie in the Dumps!

I haven’t written because I didn’t feel well. That isn’t exactly the truth. I was upset.

Last week Papa took me with him on his errands, and to see some customers. I really liked getting out of the house. He would hold me as we drove from place to place. Sometimes I would get sleepy, but I really liked it all.

This week he hasn’t taken me and I am not happy. When he is getting ready to leave, I shout at him, barking my fool head off, but he just says nice things. I know he isn’t going to take me, I can tell by his eyes. Oh, he picks me up and kisses me and hugs, but it is always the same. He leaves and I stay.

While he is gone I fume. I swear that when he comes back he will regret it. I will never look at him or talk to him again, ever.

But… when I hear the key in the door, my darn tail starts wagging. When it opens my feet run to him and I shake all over. He can hardly hold me. It is so blasted embarrassing, but I can’t control myself. What is wrong with me, why can’t I stay angry?

Maybe humans should take a hint from us dogs, we always forgive and love.

I’m tired. I guess I’ll go see if Papa is ready for bed. It’s his shift, but that too is another story.

Later,

Woodie

Hi!

I'm not feeling well today, so I don't have much to say.

Later

Woodie

Blow dryer, huh, I'll get you back one day.

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After snow play a bath refreshes.

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I... just... can't... go... on....

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Man, er Dog, it's deep here!

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Another Snow Day

I love snow! Oh, I told you that already.

This morning my Papa let me go out in the snow by myself, no leash. Dumb! Ok, It was above my head and he thought I couldn’t go anywhere, but don’t sell a little dog short. I heard my neighbor and his dog, my girlfriend! I ran out from the house and there they were. Oh my, I had to see her. So I ran fast. Well, I sort of hopped. I don’t think my paws ever touched the ground, the snow was so deep. I made it in what I know was record time.

Of course, her Papa scooped me up and started toward my house. Then I saw it, him. My Papa had been running after me and shouting, though I was too excited to hear him.

God was I embarrassed. He didn’t take time to put any clothes on. He was in a t-shirt and shorts and was in his bare feet. I was handed over and I dropped my head.

Her Papa asked about his bare feet and he said no problem. I guess that is because my Mama says walking snow is good for your circulation. Russian medical logic I think. I know she takes snow baths before she gets into the hot tub. Go figure.

Papa and I went back to bed to warm up.

Later,

Woodie

I bury my head in snow, not sand. 

Snow!!

It snowed today!!!!

I love the snow. I really do. It is soft under my toes; I roll it with my nose. I like to run in circles so fast, because I know it won’t last. I love it, love it, love it.

I think I’ll go beg Papa to take me out again.

Got to run, and run,

Woodie

Watch TV? Nah. I like DVDs! 

My Mamas

I have two Mamas. Let me tell you about them.

I haven’t seen my Mama that gave me life in almost a year. I used to think about her, my sister and brother a lot, but the memories are fading. I remember the warmth and the wonderful milk she fed me. I can’t see her face, but… I have these really nice feelings about her smooth thick fur, and her loving tongue, and the way she washed me with it. I guess it would be an awful shame not knowing her more if it weren’t for my new family.

My human Mama is wonderful, loving, almost as warm as my other Mama, and a real trip. She likes to spend time with me. We run outside and play and she shows me places I probably wouldn’t see on my own. We watch television together; actually she watches and I sleep. I like lying on her shoulder and chest. It is so comfortable.

She speaks to me in Russian, and… well, I have enough trouble with English. Mostly it all sounds like wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, but I get the message no matter what she says. She loves me and I love her. She hugs me, and I lick her face and ear.

Life is great…

Later,
Woodie

A Little Joke

I have a little bow-wow humor for you.

"What did the little dog say when he slide his back end across some sandpaper?"

Give up?

"Ruff!!!" Get it. "Ruff". It's a play on...

Oh forget it, I'm going to the litter box and see if there's some candy with sprinkles. I can't believe I waste my time on humans. Sometimes they are worse than cats. Dad blast it.....

Later,

Woodie

This is how you relax. 

POV #2

I have an observation to make. It is so true, ask any of my canine friends. Humans are too uptight. They yell at each other, get so upset they throw up, and that is just my neighbors and family. God forbid you look at the television, because all they do is shoot each other or something worse.

That’s where I, Doctor Dog, step in. Mama & Papa say that I calm their nerves. Studies show that just holding a pet, it should be a dog, cats don’t count in my book, will lower your blood pressure and smooth things out.

Why do you think I walk around with my head held high?

I have to go now and bite Papa’s toes and lick Mama’s nose. See I’m a poet too.

Later,
Woodie

The Morning Ritual, Part I

Everyone, canine and human alike, have their rituals. You know them. The activities, which no matter how you might want to change them, continue on as boring and necessary as ever. My mornings are perfect examples of them.

Most of the week the alarm rings at 7:45 and Papa immediately jumps out of bed, groaning all the while. A couple days a week when the alarm doesn’t ring, I have to remind him with a wet lick across the cheek. This is a holdover from my puppy days when I had to go at any time and had no bladder or bowel control. I still have to resort to that occasionally when the urge presents itself earlier than the preset time.

Instinctively, he stumbles around the foot of the bed towards his shoes. He reaches for the long shoe horn he has used ever since his knee operation. Continuing to moan and groan he wedges each bare foot into a leather Rockport. Sometimes he has to switch shoes when he realizes that he has been pushing the right foot into the left shoe and vice versa. That is so funny I have to suppress a chuckle.

Inevitably Papa turns and reaches for his dark blue bathrobe, all this while I am watching this ordeal with one eye open. I like to play like I don’t care one way or the other. Sometimes I even roll over on my back, reach for the ceiling and try to snore. It never works, thankfully, because he always reaches for me and cradles me in his arm and we walk to the family room.

I really feel secure in his arms and in the knowledge I will soon be able to do my business, ah, the sweet relief!

We sit down on one of the recliners and he fumbles with my collar until I hear the click of the plastic snapping together. Now I’m ready to rock ‘n roll.

I jump to the floor and look back anxiously waiting for the door to open. I can’t stop my tail from wagging back and forth, at least not until I see the sight before me. Here I am going out to expose myself to the whole world and I’m being led by this big old guy, with a dark blue bathrobe with white spots, a long pony tail, and the whitest, hairiest legs you ever saw extending from the edge of the robe into those broken-down black Rockports. It’s enough to make a grown dog want to go back to bed, but… business is business. “Let’s go”, I say with my bark and the door opens. “Look out world, here I come.”

More later,

Woodie

POV #1

Ok, I know, if you are like most humans, you think you've seen it all. Well, you haven't. Did you ever look at the world from an eye level of 6 inches from the floor? You would be amazed what you see, dust bunnies (them I can catch), pieces of paper, the odd shoe or slipper, and some things that are unmentionable.

How would you like to see human paws, excuse me, feet, all day long? My human Papa says there is no such thing as a pretty foot. He doesn't know how right he is. Those disgusting little hairs that grow on the little toe knuckles, and the scratchy thick nasty callouses on the heels make you want to barf.

However, for some strange reason they do taste good. Gotta go now and lick Papa's foot.

Later,

Woodie

I must muse! 

Introduction

I was born in a litter of three on March 10, 2005. My brother and sister were snow white, but I am amber. My real name is Woodrow Nicholas Rickard. Everyone calls me Woodie. My human Mama named me after a character in the TV series "Crossing Jordan", Woodie the detective. I think it fits. Of course if they called me Nickie, we would have all been confused, because that is her nickname. I guess we would both come running if someone said "Here Nikki". I'm really known as "Woodie the Dorfin", but that is another story for another time.

It is late and I have to get ready for bed, groom my butt and lick my human Papa's feet, all those important things, until the light is off and I roll over on my back and close my eyes.

I am really looking forward to meeting all of you out there.

For now,

Woodie.

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