I'm A Business Dog

Hey, I got my own business card.

I heard my Papa talking to some really nice guy at VistaPrint last night. They were at it for a long time.

When they were finished, Papa showed me the picture of the card. It was cool. I'll show you all a copy of it when I figure out how to get a picture of it up on here.

Mama asked Papa to get some made because people are always asking her for my blog address and she said this would be the best way to have something to give them. Mama is so smart.

I am so lucky.

Later,

Woodie

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I take my guard duties seriously. Mama or Papa could get into trouble.

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The Hot Tub

I love the hot tub.Usually I'm the lifeguard and watchdog. Mama & Papa get in the water and I watch out that they don't drown. I also keep an eye and ear alert for danger such as cats, dogs, & skunks. I serve a very useful function.

Last night when Papa went in to take a shower Mama thanked me by rubbing my ears. Like a Ferengi on Star trek, I felt a tingle go all through my body. I quivered and shook... Oh, oh, I'm getting too personal.

I usually don't get into the water because it takes Mama so long to wash me and dry me... and that hair dryer, ugh! But when it's time for a bath we go to the hot tub first. It is great. I love the water, but I DO NOT like the bubbles.

This is making me sleepy. Time for bed.

Later,

Woodie

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Watch Papa Dance!!!

Hee, Hee!!! I mean Arf!! Arf!! Whatever.

I like to make Papa dance. He just jumps up and down and screams, "Not the toes Woodie! Not the toes!!"

I just chuckle and keep nipping.

"Not the toes I said. You have a foot fetish or something? Why me? Just me?"

"Hee, hee!" I just love to watch him dance.

Bye, I have to go get Papa.

Later,

Woodie

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Some times, I just lie there... and wonder. 

He's Home! Papa's Home!

Papa’s home!

I was home alone when I heard the key in the front door. As usual the old instincts kicked in and I ran to see who it was. It was my sister. When she came in my body shook and I ran to her. She reached down and touched me then ran to her room.

Then I heard something else, so I walked quickly to the glass front door and looked out. “Is that Papa?” I asked myself. “It is! It is!” I heard my brain saying.

Papa put down his suitcases and came towards the door. “He’s coming to see me!” I thought. “He is!”

The door opened and I jumped. My little body jerked and shook, and I licked and licked. He almost dropped me. He hugged me. I hadn’t seen him in 8 days.

After a while he put me down but I kept coming at him. He picked me up again and we repeated the same scene. I just know Papa loves me!

All I could hear was my brain saying, “Papa’s Home!” “Papa’s Home!”

Later,

Woodie

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Dog Daze

It was hot in Baltimore today. My Mama said it was 80 degrees outside and when she got into the truck, it was 85. That was the reason she gave for not taking me with her today. I had to stay alone twice today.

Of course I couldn't keep my excitement to myself when she came home. Of course I licked her and shook like a leaf when she came home each time. I just can't help myself.

But that doesn't keep me from getting over it and being a little upset... Ok, a lot upset. I'll spend most of my time in the Dorfin Den (under the bed). I'll teach her. I won't talk to her... until the next time.

Later,

Woodie

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A Walk in the Park

Mama took my brother Arthur and I for a walk through the Cylburn Arboretum in Baltimore. There were some spring flowers and lots of things to see. As soon as Papa gets back, we'll show you some pictures.

We were all tired afterwards. Arthur and I passed out when we got home.

I think I'll go back to sleep now.

Later,

Woodie

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Missed Birthday!

Yesterday was my birthday and no one called or wrote. It was a sad day.

Of course I talked to Papa. He always calls, and I always get a thrill form him talking and singing to me. He forgot to wish me Happy Birthday, but he did today.

Mama told me not to be upset. When Papa gets home, we are having a birthday party and Cinna & Buddy will be here. I can’t wait. I am so excited.

Oops! Too excited, I better go get Mama and go outside.

Later,

Woodie

PS. I would like to hear from you!!

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Work Day

Mama hurt her back yesterday, but she still is helping me with this entry. She's such a good Mama. Papa is in L.A., wherever that is.

Mama worked too hard yesterday cleaning, but she just wouldn’t listen me. I tried to tell her to take a rest or a nap, or both, like I do, but telling a Russian anything is next to impossible. It was if she couldn’t understand my barks. Go figure.

She took me everywhere with her as she ran her errands. When the day was over I was tired. If I was spent just from watching her and riding with her, you can imagine what she felt like.

She handed me the phone when Papa called and he sang to me. I had to act like I was excited for her, so she could tell him. Truth be told, I was kind of thrilled to hear his voice.

“Yawn!” Guess I will go a take a nap.

Later,

Woodie

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I Really Messed Up!

I am so depressed and sad, you just don’t know. Papa is so upset with me I had to have Mama write this.

My Papa took me with him today to do some business and run some errands. Everything was going fine. I rode in his arms part of the time and watched the road and cars go by. The rest of the time I snoozed on the seat next to him. It was great.

After an hour or so, it got so boring that when Papa opened the door instead of sitting there as I am supposed to, I jumped out and started to run around. We were in a parking lot of a small strip mall.

Papa went a little nuts. He kept shouting at me and I ran thinking it was such great fun. Then I noticed he was limping. I guess the leg he hurt last year was bothering him. He was bent down rattling his keys trying to get my attention, so I ran back to him. When he tried to pick me up I ran off again. It was such great fun.

Then I noticed his voice changed. There was something else in it. He was calling me almost with a tone of desperation, and mentioning Alfie. I’ve never spoke of him, but he was the Pomeranian that lived here before me. Papa watched him die, but that is another story.

It was when I heard this I walked over to him and let him pick me up. He was very angry and sad at the same time. It really bothered me. He put me back in the truck and put my leash on. He tied the leash to the steering wheel and finished his work.

Then I realized I really messed up. He no longer trusted me and that was why he was so sad. When we started home, it was a long while before he talked to me. I lay down and closed my eyes not knowing what to do. I knew I had really upset him.

When we were about half way home, he picked me up and held me close, closer than he usually does. I felt like crap.

Later he talked to me again and told me how much he loved me and how afraid he was when I ran off. They say we dogs give unconditional love, but so do Papa’s and Mama’s. I really hope he will trust me again someday.

Later,

Woodie


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Days of My Life

What a bummer. Little doggie’s aren’t supposed to be depressed. I don’t know if it was that, exhaustion, or maybe as Papa said, an allergy.

My girl Cinnamon was here for a few days again. It was great. We ran and ran and played as if there would be no tomorrow. The last day she collapsed upstairs and I fell asleep on Mama and Papa’s bed. I could not lift a paw. That was Monday evening.

Yesterday, I didn’t eat and I drank very little. Papa even tried to get me to lick water from his finger. Not me. I’m stubborn that way.

Today was better. Mama made fillet mignon for Papa and me. She feed me in her lap little pieces of it. It was so juicy, tender, and medium rare; just how I like it. I had a continuous tingle running to my toes. (I wonder what that was.) The meat was so good, that cow must have never run a day in her life. Maybe they fed her beer too.

I wanted to write some things this morning, but Papa was so busy, I couldn’t get him to type this for me. He’s getting ready to go to L.A., wherever that is? I guess they don’t allow dogs there, because I never get to go.

Papa only agreed to write this little bit, because I promised not to bite his toes for the rest of the day.

Later,

Woodie


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