Treader -

Last week, mistress's uncle's dog spent a few days with us as mistress's uncle went to a funeral a few states away. Snoopy has been on this blog once before. And here he is:
Well, his picture. Snoopy himself is back at his own home now.
Let me tell ya, with Snoopy around, life is not boring. Well, life isn't exactly boring when he's not around either...he just adds some bounce to it. Mistress was having me pose like this before he came because she didn't have anything else to do at the time:
But when Snoopy came, he pretty much kept her on her toes.

I had fun playing with Snoopy for the most part. Except he wanted to keep playing even after I was tired out so I had to growl at him several times.
And he'd take my toys...

And chew them up...
He chewed my Tennis Toughies dumbbell ins half for example...
Before:
After:
We have some things in common though.
Snoopy hates dog food and expressed a desire to have me "share" my raw meals.
Well, okay, I don't hate dog food, but I do love raw meat and that's what Snoop and I have in common.

On Easter, mistress tried to share her Peeps with us:
And we hated them.

But mistress had other fun planned. She hid some plastic eggs with hot dogs in them all over one room of the house and had us look for them. We were each supposed to find four eggs, and after we found our share, we were put into our crates to prevent us from stealing another dog's egg.

Snoopy caught on quickest:
It took Cookie a while to get it, but she eventually got it:


I caught on second quickest:


Turns out that mistress put the eggs on top of my crate after the goodies were taken out, so when I got put into my crate...
I thought I had hit the jackpot.

Mistress fed each of us a pork picnic for supper. She cooked Snoopy's, because Snoopy's human does not want Snoopy to be fed raw meat.
Later that night, Snoopy played with a balloon




Then it finally popped:

I thought that the balloon business was foolishness...
I had learned not to play with balloons a long time ago (okay, a few months ago) because they scared me when they popped. But, you know what? Snoopy seemed to enjoy having his balloon pop!
Snoopy went home Wednesday morning. But before we move on, here's a video on me playing with him in the backyard:

[ETA: The sound seems to have been messed up after the video was uploaded. The sound you hear on the video is actually farther behind than the sound that was actually happening at that point. Al east, that's the way it appeared on our computer.]


Mistress has been slacking up on our walks, so she decided to get back into the habit on Thursday evening. Cookie was hoping we were going for a ride.


And of course, as always, mistress used the opportunity to work our obedience skills...




Here are some other pictures mistress took on our walk:

Update from Cookie

German Shepherd breed information
Haven't post in a while. Sorry. Lately, we ran out of my incontinence medication and family members started complaining about the smell and started assuming that the medication quit working, saying either we find a way to get rid of the smell or *gulp* I get put down. Grrr. Those family members can make mistress angry sometimes. Luckily, it got resolved and we got a refill on the medication on the same day that I got my shots.

Here was our post on Dogster:
Some of you may remember last year when my dad wanted to have Cookie put down or given away because of her incontinence. This came up again, except now it's my grandmother doing most of the complaining. But she has my dad wrapped around her middle finger. If she complains, he automatically believes her and becomes a miserable person to be around.

Yes, the medication has been working. But we ran out of it two weeks ago, and then the house started smelling again. My grandmother had to stay here for two days while we went camping, so she noticed it. And when I got back, I found my dad assuming that Treader was not housetrained and that Cookie is leaking all over the place and either we fix it or the dogs are going to leave. Sheesh, get the whole freaking story before assuming that the dogs will have to go. Do I have to go through this every freaking year?

So, my grandmother had a little talk with my mom saying either we clean the carpet or she wants Cookie to be put down. The problem is, the house is under her name, so she has some right to complain about how it smells. =/

But she doesn't have the whole story either. I tried to tell her that we ran out of Cookie's medication and we'd be getting more today (and we did, along with having Cookie's shots), but noooo...I'm not a reliable source to her apparently. And she also wasn't aware that we could increase the dang dosage of the medication either, apparently.

Why does my step-dad's family have to be so dang negative and complaining right when people are satisfied?


I doubt that the situation is nearly as bad as it was last year, as we have Cookie's medication dosage increased, but still, pray that it will work. Please.

Anyway, about my vet visit for my shots. Sorry, no pictures, but I sat down on one of the chairs in the waiting room on my own accord. The staff at the vet office thought it was so cute. They asked if I got on the furniture at home too, but the human said that I'm good about staying off the couch and beds. Then the vet called us in, and the usual procedures. When I got weighed, I had gained a couple of pounds. Instead of 72 lbs, I was 79 lbs. The vet thinks I'm at the perfect weight now and don't need to gain anymore. Mistress would like to have me lose one more pound.

And Treader played a trick on mistress yesterday. He got loose and after a while when he saw mistress outside, he walked up to her while pretending to be tired. He was panting, walking slowly, tail down, head lowered...and when mistress stepped toward him to bring him inside, he suddenly wasn't tired anymore and zoomed away. It was his early April Fool's joke. Made mistress mad though. Whose says us dogs don't have a sense of humor? :D


Oh yes, and mistress found this hilarious thing:
Pick the month you were born:
January-------I kicked
February------I loved
March--------I karate chopped
April----------I licked
May----------I jumped on
June----------I smelled
July-----------I did the Macarena With
August--------I had lunch with
September----I danced with
October-------I sang to
November-----I yelled at
December-----I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a snowman
6-------a gangster
7-------my mobile phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbour
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19------ - a smurf
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22-------Chuck Norris
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an iPod
29-------a surfer
30-------a homeless guy
31-------a llama

What is the last number of the year you were born:
1--------- In my car
2 --------- On your car
3 ----------- In a hole
4 ----------- Under your bed
5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle
6 --------- sliding down a hill
7 --------- in an elevator
8---------- at the dinner table
9 -------- In line at the bank
0 -------- in your bathroom

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White---------because I'm cool like that
Black---------because that's how I roll.
Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.
Red-----------because the voices told me to.
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I think I need some serious help.
Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!
Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.
Brown---------because I can.
Other----------because I'm a Ninja!
None----------because I can't control myself!

If you're a dog or animal like me, just use your fur color.
I ended up with:
I karate chopped a monster at the dinner table because that's how I roll.