I recall I was going to post some more pictures on here!!!  Well, first of all… let me apologize for how long it’s taken to get these new photos uploaded.  I know, I know… bad dog, etc.  Go ahead and scold.  I will be posting them within the next few days (so perhaps you should say Good boy instead).  I have photos dating back to August so please bear with me.  I’ll try to explain some of them as I go along. 

I helped do some yard work on 8/18 so those pictures will be uploaded first.  Then on 9/1/07 I got to visit my favorite baby human, Audrey, and the rest of the family in Columbus for Labor Day weekend. 

On 9/10/07 I thought I would see how many rubber dog toys I could swallow… it turns out the answer is 2.  That led to an emergency trip to the vet at 9pm.  Pictures from 9/11/07 when I got to come home and recover.  Arf. 

Then there are some pictures from my master’s birthday, which we celebrated with his friend Jess. I didn’t dress up for Halloween this year.  But I am going to help Master Thomas with Christmas cards this year I promise… so stay tuned for more on that.

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I’ve noticed that as the weather has gotten worse, namely colder with the consistent rain over the past few days, my master has increasingly lost patience with me when I go outside to take care of business.  Let me explain something to you humans.  Much like you take a good book, newspaper, or magazine into the stall with you (Bryan, I know you do…), we dogs need to find the perfect spot outside. 

Humans read while you sit on your throne.  Dogs sniff their surroundings.  It is a basic necessity that we have something good to sniff just as you need something good to read when taking care of business. 

So I hope everyone out there will try to give their own dogs some leniency when attending to official hygene duties, and let us “take our reading materials with us” by letting us sniff the ground around us.  The sooner we find a spot, the sooner we can get you back inside to watch those old Whose Line is it Anyway reruns, or Soap Network.

Ok, I’m really not trying to bring the quality of my writing down a notch but there’s something that needed to be addressed… now that I have spoken my peace on this I will try to keep the content in top quality, without the potty mouth or dirty jokes (no pun intended).

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…. I resisted every urge and temptation in my 11 lb body to name that last blog entry “Raining Cats and Dogs”.  Not only would that be too over the top and cheesy/corny (cheese I like, corn… not so much), it has cats listed before dogs, and that just ain’t right… you heard me, I said ain’t… regardless how you feel about grammar, you know what I’m sayin’ is true.

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Guess who just had a nice bath!!!  That’s right… I got to use the moisturizing shampoo!  No more doggie dandruff for this guy.  And I don’t know how my feather covered duck friends can stand being in the water, it’s awful! 

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So a while back there were a lot of people giving my master a hard time about not getting me fitted with an RFID micro-chip.  Even the vet (who by the way stood to make some cash off of the deal if I got one) recommended it.  Now how ethical is that.  What kind of doctor was this guy pawning some procedure off on my master just to make a buck.  Doesn’t seem ethical for the ‘ol doc to decide I need a micro chip just so he can upgrade to the larger yacht.

Well, my master didn’t buy into the hype… not even after I escaped and he spent two-plus hours driving around the neighborhood looking for me last Monday night… that will be a separate blog article by the way.

It turns out those little RFID tags can cause cancer when stuck inside the body.  The article on Yahoo! points out that it was tested on lab rats.  Thank the Lord for having these little creatures on earth to bare the brunt of medical testing.  I don’t think I could stand it if lab rats didn’t exist and humans decided to use puppies.  Of course, I guess they could always use cats if lab rats didn’t exist.  Alas, that’s entirely beside the point.  This newfound link to cancer is just an added reason why I’m opposed to micro-chipping any living thing.  I think my collar and name tag are quite sufficient. 

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If you clicked on over to the AM dial on your radio tonight… 

Some of you may have heard my master earlier tonight on 700 WLW.  The show this evening was partially devoted to how far humans will go to appease their pets.  While my life is comfortable, I certainly wouldn’t consider it easy street.  And while my master ghost writes my blog, he at least isn’t as creepy as the lady who breast feeds her dog.  That poor canine.

I just wanted to quickly respond to some of the comments and emails I’ve received after tonight’s radio call-in show.

While I appreciate Scott Sloan (the host) taking my call and putting me on the air, he cut me off because he was running behind and had to go to commercial.  In regard to the gentleman who got his dog back from Butler County Area 1 court today, I am all for someone keeping his or her dog when the animal is treated properly and not abused. 

In this particular case the dog was found wandering loose with a chain imbedded in its neck; you can see the full story with photos on Bill Cunningham’s blog on 700WLW.com.  I don’t know the full story and I trust the judge made the right decision.  I hope that the court’s decision is a win-win for both the owner and the dog.  The dog’s owner will have the dog checked out by a vet periodically and is being ordered to read a book on how to raise a dog.  Hopefully the owner will take better care of the dog now that this situation has been brought to the public’s attention.  And if not, at least with the regular vet visits the dog will receive the proper care and can be removed from the home if conditions don’t improve.

Here’s hoping for a good outcome for all parties involved!  And perhaps this will serve as a wake-up call to anyone currently neglecting a pet - that these things can bring prosecution and its important to care for an animal just as you would a child.  Something that relies on you for support when it cannot care for itself is not a job that should be taken lightly, whether it’s a child like Marcus Fiesel or an animal like a dog or cat.

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So sue me, I don’t like to drink out of public water fountains.  I don’t see why that’s so hard for some people to understand!  I would rather drink out of the lake at Winton Woods (and note that I often do) since it has some nice added ingredients that make it taste better.  But public drinking fountains… that’s just a huge germ factory filled with slobber and mucus. 

I was walking tonight with my master at Winton Woods and just before we got to the water fountain we passed these two ogar-looking mutts.  Their noses and tounges were still dripping from where they did everything but dunk their entire head in the bowl.  So rude.  If they didn’t weigh about 100 lbs. more than me I probably would’ve told them what I thought about their drinking habits.  But then I remembered that I didn’t care because I was more interested in getting to sniff all the good stuff around the water fountain while my master tries to intice me to drink from it.  I swear sometimes I think he’s out to poison me, or perhaps he just doesn’t realize what kind of dogs drink out of those things. 

I’ll admit that I am a bit of a spoiled pup when it comes down to it.  Most dogs wouldn’t hesitate to drink out of something like that.  But I’m a purebred, I do what I can to keep this awesome physique.

We all have our own hangups or quirks… what are some of yours?!

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As someone pointed out in the comments section of my website, I am naked in the photo of me blogging (July 24th post).  It’s true, I admit it… and I’m not ashamed.  I like to blog in the buff.  I am a free spirit.  I enjoy the cool breeze from the central air blowing through the fur that’s between my toes.  I would rather chew on my collar and the jingle-y things hanging from it instead of wearing it.  Although if I MUST wear a collar, which I’m at least required to do so at Winton Woods, I am glad I have a sporty little Miami University collar.  I only wish the Reds were doing better this season so I wasn’t so embarrassed to wear that one.

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I took yesterday off from blogging to chew on a femur bone that my good friends (Rob, Tricia, Andrew, and Aggie) were kind enough to give me as a doghouse warming gift.

I realized that while I have numerous photos available for you to view, most of these are staged shots or poses.  I decided I should post an action shot of me actually blogging. 

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My July 4th blog is updated following an email from this Bryan fellow that doesn’t like puppies.  Bryan doesn’t seem to like that my master allows me to have a website.  He says my master needs to get a life.  I got news for the ‘ol puppy hater… he’s the one leaving a dog comments on a website… who needs the life, Bry… touche! 

 Just like I can’t do the tilde over the “n” in pinata, my lack of opposable thumbs won’t let me spell touche correctly.  But you knew where I was going with that…  just like you humans don’t like me to comment on how fat you are, or how bald you are… I too appreciate those individuals that can think of POSITIVE things to say. 

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