Dorfin Daze

This is just one dog's look at life, love, and the occasional roll in cat poop. Though there are millions of stories out there, this is a tail from the point of view of a 6lb. Pomeranian. My name is Woodie the Dorfin and welcome to my world. PS. For those of you unfamiliar with blogs, the earliest is at the bottom, and the very first items are in the archives. It is a good idea to start there on the first visit. Also, fill free to comment or ask questions. I will bark... write back.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Mr. Desirable

That's me now, though I used to be known as Captain Danger. Every night I risked health and limb sleeping with Mama and Papa.

As the song goes, “Mama was a rolling stone….” She tossed and turned and rolled all night. Papa would hold me cradled beside him in his arms for protection, but as soon as he got sleepy or the lights were turned out, I would dart for the foot of the bed. Oh, I would occasionally sneak up and curl up next to Papa, but I would keep one eye open for Mama, and one ear for Papa.

You see, Papa snores! I mean like a freight train, or that’s what Mama says since I never saw one of them. So when she would start moving or Papa started snoring, causing her to move, I would run.

Now things are different. Let me say first Mama and Papa love each other. But… the bed is too small for everyone, even Pepe the cat sleeps there sometimes, as does Sir Buddy of the Long Hairs. He usually sleeps on the tile floor in the bathroom next to the cold air register. I digress.

Anyway, they have decided until they can get a King Size bed for all of us, they are sleeping in separate rooms.

Mama can roll all over the bed upstairs, and Papa can snore to his own delight. A funny aside, I have seen Papa wake himself up by snoring. Don’t tell him, I told you.

Here is the killer; I have to take turns sleeping with them. You know, it’s like joint custody. I sleep one night with Mama and the next night with Papa. It’s kind of cool, but the biggest pain is, it takes the one not sleeping with me twenty minutes to say good night. I like to be petted, but give this poor tired doggy a break.

I have to go; Mama says it’s time for bed. I think it’s her night. I’m not sure but… I guess it is… Papa’s reaching for me now...

Later,

Woodie


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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Just a Walk in the Park.

I like to go for walks, especially with Mama. The other day she took me for a long tour of the Cylburn Arboretum in Baltimore. We had a great time.

I ran around and met a lot of people and a few other dogs. After a while I got tired so Mama picked me up and put me in this new carrier. It hangs in front of her, like Mamas have for human babies.

It was cool. I could feel her warmth and her heart beat. I was satisfied and happy. Then it happened. I saw another dog my size running along side his Mama coming in our direction. All of a sudden I thought, “Oh Crap, he will think I’m a real baby.”

I looked up at Mama and pleaded with her to put me down. She understood and sat me on the ground. I ran over sniffed him hello, gave him a lick, and wished him well. As soon as he furry little butt turned the corner, I went back to Mama and motioned for her to pick me up and put me back in the carrier.

Ah… isn’t a dog’s life wonderful, and isn’t Mama wonderful.

Later,

Woodie

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

It's Been A Long Time, Now I'm...

I know. I haven’t written in awhile, but you have to understand. Even if I could reach the keyboard, my paws keep slipping off of it. I had to wait for Papa to do it.

Things have been a little chaotic around here, like with most families.

Mama has been having problems with her knee and back. She found out it was related to an operation last year and has been doing physical therapy and certain exercises. She seems to be getting better, though I do feel she has some pain at times. You know we canines are sensitive. (So is the cat, but you didn’t hear it from me.)

Papa’s says his hands have been killing him. He still looks alive to me, but who knows. He’s back to yoga so maybe that will help. Ommm….! I can chant too, but it sounds more like Owwwww…..!

I had some crap happen also. Well just one thing. When I got my last bath my hair got tangled, and by the time Mama and Papa got the knots out, I lost half of my hair, so don’t expect any pictures soon, if I have anything to say about it.

I did see Sir Buddy of the White Hairs and Cinnamon a lot the past 3 weeks so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.

Actually being in this family is great. We have lots of love if nothing else.

I have to go snuggle up to Papa since it’s time for bed and that’s his time with me. Yeah, I’m spoiled. Want to make something of it.

Later,

Woodie


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