Some of you humans are fond of the movie When Harry Met Sally.  Well, tonight an event happened that makes that movie seem like an after-school special.  Tonight… Harry met Garbanzo.  To be specific, Harry and Daisy both got to be my host for the evening as I spent most of the night at their home in the northern Cincinnati area.  Harry and Daisy are great hosts, sometimes even a little too accomodating as you might be able to tell from the photo below.  I apologize for the poor picture quality.  It was getting near dusk and this was taken with a cell phone camera. 

For those of you that are new to viewing this website, that’s me on the ground.  Daisy is on the left, Harry is on the right (the big Golden Retriever).  I was so excited to see these two pooches, and they have an excellent backyard for entertaining… it’s fenced in and has plenty of shrubs and things to sniff! 

Although Harry and Daisy do not have websites, their masters do!  In fact, both of their masters’ websites are listed in my Blogroll links in the right hand column of this page.  Harry’s master is Aaron Forgue.  And while I can’t state this for a fact, I am pretty sure that Daisy’s master is the anonymous author of One Stray Pea. 

Let’s bring Harry and Daisy into the 21st century!  We need EVERYONE, and I do mean everyone! (as you can tell since I used all caps and bold!) to email Harry and Daisy’s master and insist that they either get their own websites or they be given space, at least a page, on their masters’ websites.  I don’t think that’s too much to ask from your best friend… at least last time I checked we were still man’s best friend!  Once Harry and Daisy get some online press I think they will be upgraded to best friend status.  I can’t wait to link them to my website!

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The wonders of technology make me wag my tail shamelessly and involuntarily shake my hind leg!  Not only can you call me between 8am-5pm EST Monday through Friday (remember: the phone number is 513-522-2223), but now you can also subscribe to this blog and have the latest spoken word by yours truly delivered right to your email in box! 

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I reached a new milestone tonight… while out on my daily walk, instead of crouching down to pee in the neighbor’s yard, I lifted my leg.  That’s right.  I did it.  Finally. 

And I know the importance that you humans put on determining if your young are right-handed or left-handed (apparently you make the left-handed kids wear their watches backwards and they should move to Europe if they want to feel comfortable when they drive a car).  Well, it seems I am right-legged.  It is still too early to tell if I’m ambipuppious.  But hopefully by my first ever snowfall I’ll be able to write my name.

In further proof that I am growing up and changing from a puppy to a stud, I have been able to hold it all day while I wait for my master to return from work.  That’s right, no accidents the past few days.  That deserves a good belly rub and a Beggin Strip.

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Vote or Die!  It’s not just a promotion for Puff Daddy or MTV’s Rock the Vote campaign.  No, it’s time to stuff the litter box… err… ballot box.  WISN Channel 12 (an ABC affiliate in Milwaukee, Wisconsin) is having a photo contest for the Dog Days of Summer. 

I need each of you to visit the contest website and vote for me as many times as you can.  I am not aware of any prizes associated with this contest, but it’s time we represent the ‘natti and overwhelm them with our votes!

One last thing, thanks again to everyone that’s called me so far!  If I had thumbs to pick up the receiver I would return your calls!  Keep ‘em coming!

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I realize that this website isn’t the most interactive technological marvel on the planet.  And I know some of you would prefer to speak to me in real time rather than reading the blog over and over again (although I do appreciate that!)… so I am now accepting phone calls between the hours of 8:00am and 5:00pm EST Monday through Friday. 

I’m sure you understand that I might now be able to pick up the phone everytime someone calls, in fact I’ll promise you that I am screening the calls due to telemarketers.  Let’s face it, they are just people who were too scared to deliver their junk to the door in envelopes, hence they are not worthy of my time.  I can at least respect the post office for sending someone to my door. 

So feel free to give me a call during the day between 8-5 and I promise to at least listen to your messages.  My number is (513) 522-2223.  So go ahead.  Sit.  Speak.

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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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Guess who’s just turning 6 months old today?!  Yep, I’m just starting to hit my stride.  If anyone needs any ideas for presents, just drop me a line!

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Things are always so much cuter when they’re little… like me for instance.  Sure I would be cute if I was a huge 100 lb dog.  But I’m even cuter as an 8 lb puppy!  I don’t want to sound so full of myself so consider this… what human doesn’t melt when you see a newborn baby?!  You all do it.  Sure my master refuses to hold any of these adorable little babies but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think they’re cute.  He just doesn’t want them to get too attached to him ;)  He knows his puppy is # 1 in his book. 

I’m sure you all have your soft spot for the small things.  Just don’t pick on us little folks when deep down you know how cute we are!  Am I right?!  Things are always so much cuter when they’re little?!  Fill in the blank with ANYTHING in the following question and I think you’ll agree… Who doesn’t like a minature version of __________ ?  See, no matter what you put in the blank the answer is the same, you absolutely love minature stuff!  Just like all those ladies that collect the minature figurines.  We don’t know what to do with them, but we love ‘em!

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I don’t know much about football so pardon my puppy-like ignorance.  I was hanging out at the house this past week reading the paper while my master was at work (go ahead and ask my master what I do on the newspaper while he’s gone) and I see that the Bengals are starting training camp.  I’m relieved to know that these guys go through a training camp before the beginning of the season because (nothing personal but…) some of these guys are really out of shape.

Then I see the words Who Dey in the paper.  Well, I’m not even sure that one of these is a word - dey?  I don’t see how this is something to chant when you are trying to cheer for a team.  It sounds more like a question.  Any statement that begins with who, what, where, when, or why is probably going to end in a question mark.  Why would you yell questions at your team. 

Ok, so my master tells me this saying is derived from some local beer.  As a puppy I’m not yet old enough to drink.  Perhaps when I turn 3 (or 21 in people years) I will understand this cheer a little better.  Maybe these people are just trying to get the beer man’s attention during the game. 

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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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