Dorfin Daze

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219794882011-11-02T05:17:03.738-05:00Dorfin DazeThis 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.Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-48131112267863522962008-08-28T11:14:00.008-05:002008-08-29T06:41:53.990-05:00My Version of Mark Phelps, At My Olympics

On one of our many trips to the mountains we came to this wonderful pool of water. I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I am part otter. I simply love to swim.We were at the ocean a couple weeks ago in Rehoboth, Delaware and Mama had to keep pulling me out of the waves. It was great.When the "Surf's Up", give me a surf board, and I can probably beat any old penguin with these "Happy

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-55218912819152654132008-08-11T22:09:00.002-05:002008-08-11T22:12:45.706-05:00Sometimes You Just Need a Break

During a recent hike, we came across this cool outcropping. While Momma and Inna decided what they were doing (actually, I think it was excuse to rest), I found the neatest place around.I'm no dummy! I'm cool!Copyright 2006 Dorfin Enterprises All Rights Reserved

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-79362698500264727612008-08-09T09:17:00.002-05:002008-08-09T09:25:03.250-05:00It's Been A long Way Home!

Momma and Inna (her daughter and Cinnamon's human Mom) decided a couple of months ago to go walking one day a week. Cinnamon and I go with them and sometimes one of my "nephews".As it goes with a lot of things in life, at least as I have noticed, one thing turns into another and the 2 hour walks turned into 7 to 13 mile, 5 to 7 hour hikes. I'm not sure what a mile is, but my paws know.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-46167657486046460502008-08-06T13:14:00.002-05:002008-08-06T13:22:41.887-05:00I'm Back!!!!

Hi Everyone,I'm sorry I haven't written lately.There are a multitude of reasons. Basically I can't do this myself. I've tried typing and my paws just keep sliding off the keyboard.Mama's been busy with her garden and/or her bad back.Papa is just now getting over his accident from last year. He finally agreed to help me again.Of course, part of it is having my three "nephews" living here. Hey,

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-72057499997972552762007-12-24T13:16:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:09:10.773-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-18024792017730839162007-12-20T09:34:00.000-05:002007-12-20T11:23:36.500-05:00Time moves on... slowly

Hi,It’s been a while since I’ve written. It’s not my fault… really. As I’ve told you many times, a human has to do the actual typing because my paws keep slipping off the keys. Therein lies the problem. Hmm… maybe if I let my nails get longer. Papa and Mama have had a lot of problems this year. She had back surgery and still has pain. She really keeps the chiropractor busy. He was in a

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-74033869799043485792007-04-07T18:26:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:09:10.897-05:00Racer's looking for a good loving home!

We call him "Racer", because of his stripes, but he is so intelligent he will adapt to whatever you call him. He is so lovable you will fall for him immediately. He will probably weigh about 8 lbs, like his father. He really would like to be in a good home with people who love him. His human Mama will surely miss him because she delivered him, and has taken very could care of him and his

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-50806485722030451092007-03-11T16:09:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:09:11.084-05:00My Nephews

Hi Everyone,The births occurred 3 weeks ago today these are my new "nephew's". Cinnamon has been a darn good Mama, especially considering she had no training and I sure am no good at this stuff. In fact, they scare the heck out of me.Papa call’s them from left to right: Footloose, Speed Racer (Racer for short), and Pom Lite. Of course there is a story behind each of them.Poor Footloose! When

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-41749554652648602952007-01-26T19:41:00.000-05:002007-01-27T07:12:08.200-05:00The Blessed Event is Near!

Hey, I’m going to be an Uncle. (I can’t be a Papa, I lost my doghood when I was very young). But… Cinnamon and Sir Buddy have combined their efforts and she is with puppy, as they say in the Bible. It is hard to tell when, but sometime between February 2nd & Valentine’s Day, the blessed event will occur. Mama is simply gahgah, agog, you know what I mean. She has made Cinna a birthing

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1166735130420640632006-12-21T16:03:00.000-05:002007-01-21T02:54:51.006-05:00They're Here, Not Just on a Plane!

It’s been a while since I could get Papa to write some things for me. He and Mama have been a little under the weather as they say. Things have been occasionally exciting though. A couple of weeks ago Papa and I were outside, you know, so I could do my business, when we heard Mama scream at the top of her lungs. We ran back to the house and found her curled up in her chair with her knees up

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1162758606182889852006-11-05T15:30:00.000-05:002006-11-05T15:37:30.566-05:00Baby It's cold Outside! And I Don't Care!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1161102789010716102006-10-17T11:33:00.000-05:002006-11-05T15:38:18.746-05:00Sleep is Precious!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1160928663953735442006-10-15T10:34:00.000-05:002006-10-15T12:17:27.390-05:00Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep...

I’ve been pondering something lately. I do that a lot as you know.You can find everything under the sun for those of us of the canine persuasion: clothing and furniture stores, restaurants, hotels, beauty saloons, spas, cruises, weddings, birthday parties, dating services, and yoga classes just to name a few. What about my soul? Hey, I don’t want to go to the bad place. You know, Doggy H---!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1155481893029585792006-10-13T10:11:00.000-05:002006-10-17T11:36:13.206-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1160320218814380282006-10-08T10:10:00.000-05:002006-10-15T11:11:50.490-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1160238348295202452006-10-07T10:34:00.000-05:002006-10-07T11:25:52.133-05:00Help! Help!

You are not going to believe this!!Papa and I went on some errands this morning; you know the usual, the Post Office, grocery store and the bank. At first everything went fine. Papa does his business very quickly.We arrived at the bank and Papa went inside. It took him forever. I knew he had something important to do, but this was ridiculous.All of a sudden police cars began to come there.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1160020955806487902006-09-28T22:46:00.000-05:002006-10-04T23:03:19.956-05:00Mr. 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1159327555746059022006-09-19T22:16:00.000-05:002006-09-26T22:26:29.620-05:00Just 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1157602510178805662006-09-06T23:02:00.000-05:002006-09-06T23:15:10.186-05:00It'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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1154228392718353872006-07-29T21:46:00.000-05:002006-08-02T13:15:26.303-05:00I'm A Bad Dog!

You see, no matter how small I am, I am still a dog. Get it! What does this have to do with anything?I bit Papa!Honest to Gosh, I didn’t mean to. I just did it. Instinct, genes, I don’t know.Papa and I were out for a constitutional… I had to go… you know, make pee. I spotted some of my favorite chewing material. Rock hard, old… stuff I left there the week before. Hey, I’m a dog. We do

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1153367095992831362006-07-19T22:44:00.000-05:002006-07-22T22:01:51.523-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1153365875986648392006-07-19T22:13:00.000-05:002006-07-19T22:24:35.996-05:00Tricky Papa

My Papa likes to play tricks on me. The worst part is I always fall for them.This evening he did it again.I was spending quality time under the bed, one of my Dorfin Dens of Solitude, when I heard him crying in the other room. I immediately crawled out and ran to his chair. He was indeed crying. He dropped the foot rest and I jumped up and started licking his face."Poor Papa", I thought, "

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1153160691515829012006-07-17T12:51:00.000-05:002006-07-17T13:24:51.573-05:00Fun! Fun! Fun!

For the second weekend in a row the gang was together. Cinna, Sir Buddy, & me.Cinna & I had great fun beating up on Sir Buddy. Believe me he can take it... and give it.Actually with the heat and humidity here in Baltimore, and our all out playing, we slept a lot of the time.I hadn't felt well for a couple days, finally had a BM Saturday morning and things improved from there. Papa kept giving

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1152720730036080942006-07-12T11:05:00.000-05:002006-07-12T22:22:52.493-05:00Sir Buddy of the White-Hairs & Me

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1152472208679785502006-07-09T14:10:00.000-05:002006-07-09T23:13:04.613-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1152459201429375402006-07-09T10:33:00.000-05:002006-07-22T06:57:46.606-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1151771503587330522006-06-01T18:28:00.000-05:002006-07-01T11:31:43.600-05:00A Royal Visit

Sir Buddy, the White Hair came to visit. I thought I was feeling better, but I ran out of steam very quickly. You can see his picture when he was younger in the archives at the right.He has grown quite a bit. Darn kid is bigger than I am and he's a lot younger!Papa made a neat little video and will put it up here as soon as he figures out how to do it.LaterWoodie.Copyright 2006 Dorfin

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1151771243618957632006-05-24T21:25:00.000-05:002006-07-01T11:27:23.620-05:00Ah, That's Better!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1151771034622317082006-05-16T19:21:00.000-05:002006-07-01T11:25:25.646-05:00Itchy Ear!

I haven't felt like talking for a few days. I have an ear infection and it is really annoying. I'm sure many of you know the feeling, but you just can't lift your leg to scratch it.Later WoodieCopyright 2006 Dorfin Enterprises All Rights Reserved

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1147620863304321002006-05-14T10:34:00.000-05:002006-05-14T10:34:23.310-05:00

It will spray soon! And, I will get it! Ouch, I bit my tongue!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1147620711123788962006-05-14T10:25:00.000-05:002006-05-14T10:31:51.123-05:00We Have Intruders!

Mama and Pap call them scarecrows, but I call them enemies.They spray water on everything, and chase away my friends, the rabbits.Hey, that's my job!LOLLater,WoodieCopyright 2006 Dorfin Enterprises All Rights Reserved

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1146833918998827022006-05-05T07:49:00.000-05:002006-05-05T07:58:39.010-05:00It's The Heat!

Things have been a little stressed around here. Mama & Papa have been so busy. I’ve been busy too. I go out with Mama when she is working in the garden, and I go with Papa when visits clients.Papa says that will stop now because it is getting too hot for me to be in the truck. I believe him. In fact, I really don’t like the heat at all. I can only take it outside with Mama for a short time.I

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1145767265729452482006-04-22T23:41:00.000-05:002006-04-22T23:42:13.866-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1145767035010421402006-04-22T23:18:00.000-05:002006-04-22T23:37:15.020-05:00Weekend Away

Last weekend we went to Grammy and Pup's. They are Papa's parents. Of course I'm not allowed to call them by those names. They don't consider me their grandson. Can you believe that? They can't be related to Papa, because they don't kiss me the way he does.A visit to them is a big event. The world's longest card game. This time it lasted 4 days.We play a game called 500. It is NOT 500

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1144811863657001762006-04-11T22:11:00.000-05:002006-04-11T22:17:43.673-05:00Happy Daze!

Wow! It is unbelievable around here.Mama & Papa are so busy and thoroughly exhausted. I had to lick Papa’s feet for a long time to get him to type this for me.Mama had two helpers and was working outside with her plants all day, and Papa had to run around seeing clients and doing business.I bugged Mama so much she asked him to take me with him. So I got to spend the day with Papa in the truck.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1144812170548916522006-04-10T22:22:00.000-05:002006-04-22T23:41:33.170-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1144080223065755862006-04-03T10:55:00.000-05:002006-04-03T11:03:43.066-05:00Stuff Happens!

I haven’t written in a while because Mama & Papa were too busy to help me, and as you know I have problems typing with my furry paws.We all have been under the weather a bit, but not like my friend Buddy. If you haven’t seen him, go to the archives and look. He is a real trip.Last week he had to have an operation. It was something about a bone in his one front leg would not grow and they had

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1143214345455921892006-03-24T08:56:00.000-05:002006-03-24T10:32:25.466-05:00I'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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1143044113989590872006-03-22T11:15:00.000-05:002006-03-22T11:18:39.013-05:00

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142914724667959182006-03-20T23:10:00.000-05:002006-03-20T23:18:44.690-05:00The 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142822964603114902006-03-19T21:44:00.000-05:002006-03-19T21:49:24.616-05:00Watch 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,WoodieCopyright 2006 Dorfin Enterprises All Rights Reserved

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142651167655978492006-03-17T22:06:00.000-05:002006-03-17T22:06:07.663-05:00

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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142650621697320782006-03-17T21:44:00.000-05:002006-03-17T21:57:01.710-05:00He'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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142307622554362412006-03-13T22:34:00.000-05:002006-03-13T22:40:22.563-05:00Dog 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142211243455098142006-03-12T19:50:00.000-05:002006-03-12T19:54:03.466-05:00A 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,WoodieCopyright 2006 Dorfin Enterprises All Rights Reserved

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1142101009382967102006-03-11T13:11:00.000-05:002006-03-11T13:16:49.403-05:00Missed 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1141921374111519322006-03-09T11:10:00.000-05:002006-03-09T11:22:54.126-05:00Work 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1141420383820020222006-03-03T16:09:00.000-05:002006-03-03T16:13:03.833-05:00I 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1141276444992027282006-03-02T00:03:00.000-05:002006-03-02T00:14:05.003-05:00Days 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140886857667049072006-02-25T11:57:00.000-05:002006-03-01T10:21:20.996-05:00Never, 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…

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140842672144510672006-02-24T23:37:00.000-05:002006-03-01T10:22:27.626-05:00A 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,

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140756041297794612006-02-23T23:31:00.000-05:002006-02-23T23:40:41.306-05:00Food!

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

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Playing is hard work.

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My Best Pal Buddy.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140654200840616322006-02-22T19:18:00.000-05:002006-02-22T19:34:23.996-05:00Surprise!

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

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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140621653399151762006-02-22T10:13:00.000-05:002006-02-22T10:20:53.426-05:00Cinna & 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140323606262059502006-02-18T23:31:00.000-05:002006-02-18T23:33:26.273-05:00My 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1140147812947376942006-02-16T22:41:00.000-05:002006-02-16T22:43:32.956-05:00Doggie 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139885179653117432006-02-13T21:45:00.000-05:002006-02-13T21:46:19.666-05:00Hi!

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

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Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139767135540905782006-02-12T12:57:00.000-05:002006-02-12T12:58:55.546-05:00Another 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139698105583426602006-02-11T17:48:00.000-05:002006-02-11T17:48:25.593-05:00

I bury my head in snow, not sand.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139696937836220132006-02-11T17:28:00.000-05:002006-02-11T17:28:57.843-05:00Snow!!

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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139580233800014132006-02-10T09:03:00.000-05:002006-02-10T09:03:53.806-05:00

Watch TV? Nah. I like DVDs!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139531938177735642006-02-09T19:34:00.000-05:002006-02-09T19:38:58.186-05:00My 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139431747250257752006-02-08T15:43:00.000-05:002006-02-08T15:52:09.740-05:00A 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

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This is how you relax.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139319649720951352006-02-07T08:39:00.000-05:002006-02-07T08:40:49.730-05:00POV #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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139234963403199252006-02-06T09:04:00.000-05:002006-02-06T09:09:23.603-05:00The 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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139168134569435022006-02-05T14:23:00.000-05:002006-02-05T14:35:34.576-05:00POV #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

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139156782866628502006-02-05T11:26:00.000-05:002006-02-05T11:26:22.876-05:00

I must muse!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1139116053119198752006-02-04T23:55:00.000-05:002006-03-01T10:20:12.340-05:00Introduction

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

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