My Second Date with Casper

I was on my 2nd date with Casper the Superdog! Casper is such a cutie pie. He is doing well this week and got to come over to my house for a play date. I hope he has more good weeks ahead! He deserves it! These are a couple pics from our date. I will try to post more later. It was embarassing having our parents be chaperones!


A few minutes pass without any response from our waitresses...




Still no response from the waitresses...

Slave Labor!! Plus Picture for Ivy

Over the summer my parents put me to work on improving the backyard patio. I guess this is what I have to do in order get food and shelter. Oh well, a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. My parents work all day at their regular jobs, so I guess they figured I should do some work, too. So, my project started out with a car ride to Home Depot.

Isabella and Ivy, do you get to go to the home improvement store with your parents? I gotta admit it is nice getting compliments from the customers who always ask my parents which aisle they could find a dog like me in.

My parents chose the giant heavy tiles. Hmph! You'd think I would have some say since I was the one who was going to be installing the tiles on the patio!! Let me tell ya, the bigger 18x18 tiles are much heavier than the little tiles. My paws could barely lift them!!

I started the project in May. Here I am resting after preparing the cracks in the existing concrete. I'm exhausted, and this is just the first day on the job!!


And here I am sleeping on the job....


So, I did a lot of sleeping on the job, but I finally made progress and here I am getting the finishing touches (wood pieces) at Lowe's. (No, I did not chew the wood pieces when I got them home, though I believe some of you others would have.)


After all that work, here are the results....

This is the old patio:


And here is the new patio:


Of course, I had to get a picture of me with the patio since I was the one who did all the work!!!


And this is me again, exhausted from slave labor. I could sleep for a year after all that!


So, enough of that! I have a picture for Ivy! The Ivy Room has lots and lots of peanuts and pretzels and goldfish and chex mix and snacks for Ivy. Oh, and beer of course! This place is near where my momma grew up. Momma drives by it a couple times a week now. The funny thing is she has never been to the Ivy Room. Gosh, you'd think she would stop by for all those snacks and things! Silly woman! I should have gone to the Ivy Room to relax each day after all the patio tile work.

I Have Been Tagged !!!

OK so my wiry friend Buster has nicely tagged me to name five (5) things that make a true doggie friend. I'm not entirely sure what that all means, but here is what I put up with from my humans, which prove I am a true doggie friend !! Here goes!

1. Always tolerating being persuaded to come out of your cozy Hana-house so your human can satisfy their need for good night hugs and kisses when all you really want to do is go to sleep and be left alone.
2. Taking the blame for smelly farts, burps, skunk smells, and any weird odor or stink.
3. Taking the blame when an item is lost in the house, or food is missing from the refrigerator or pantry.
4. Tolering "dress up" when "someone" insists on making scarves and ribbon necklaces and other frilly things, and then forcing you to wear them in front of other people and dogs. ( Oh the things I do!! )
5. Always making the family smile in the worst of times.

Now I am going to tag five (5) other doggies: Zach, Casper, Ivy, Ender, and Dachies Rule!

Edited: So, I have given this more thought and have decided to be fair. I will tell you how my humans make good doggie friends. I guess this is kind of like the Patience Test by Dachies Rule!

1. My good doggie friends tolerate my nose drawings on the house windows and the car windows.
2. When I throw up at 2am in the middle of the night on the white carpets (and not on the towels placed near me on the floor -- hee, hee, I like to keep them clean... mom is probably so proud of me), my good doggie friends get up to steam clean the carpets before the stain settles in permanently, and then they forego sleeping the rest of the night.
3. When poop hangs by a single hair from my butt, they pull it off for me.
4. They tolerate my hot stinky breath, even on a dreadfully hot day.
5. They clean up after my drool.

Magic!

I played with Adobe Photoshop today. What da ya think of these? My mom likes the pinch the best and my dad likes glowing edge the best! Vote for the one you like the best!

Original:	Pinch:
Watercolor:	Watercolor Black/White:
Spherize:	Glowing Edge:
Graphic Pen:	Crosshatch:

What's Your Secret?

After bloggy broke the other day, some dogs wrote to tell me it's not uncommon for it to happen and that bloggy can be fickle. Well, I am wondering if some of you have secrets to tell about how to make bloggy behave better. I have had bloggy for less than a month, so any secrets you can tell would be woofaful to know. Here are 2 of my secrets:

1. Do not use Internet Explorer. I have noticed that when I am creating or editing a post, the preview does not format the page correctly, so I use Firefox. IE misbehaves real bad when I load my images, but maybe it is the version I am using (version 6?)

2. Before I even write my post, I am now loading up my images first thing, then I write in my text. Because images automatically are loaded to the top, I will load the images backwards, as in the first image I load will actually be the one that I want to appear at the bottom of the page. The last image I load will be the one that I want to appear at the top of the page.

What best kept secrets do you have? Please help little ole me so my walnut-sized brain doesn't spin anymore.

Woe is Me

My bloggy is broken. Whaaaa! I haven't touched my bloggy since Sunday and I stopped fussing with the template last week. This morning my bloggy worked fine and I read the comments that were posted. Tonight, the right hand frame is not appearing, yet it appears fine in my preview mode. Why would my bloggy work this morning and not now? Whaaaa!!!

Updated: Hmph! Very odd. After I posted the above text, the right hand frame appeared. This is making my little walnut brain spin, just like a tail chase.

Labor Day Weekend BBQ

I spent a fun doggie day with my niece, Happy. (Ender's half-sis) She is almost 5 years old. We went to the park and had a BBQ and the humans played tennis. We saw a racoon run through the park, but mom said not to chase him because there must be something not right with him if he is out during the daytime. We also saw these giant beasts on leashes! Not sure what they were, but they were monstrous! Wish I had gotten a pic of them.

Here is Happy drinking water from the fountain. She is on tiptoes. I bet she wishes she were taller:

The humans are playing tennis and exhausting themselves. Silly humans. I am watching and relaxing in the shade:

Here is a close-up of Happy:

The humans took a break at tennis, and so we ran around the courts. We are exhausted!!

I like to poke my tongue out. Mom has lots of pix of me with my tongue poking out. Here is one of them:

Happy and me drinking from the same bowl. This is one of the moments where we are so tired that we are not fighting for water. Mommie was happy we got along very well that day:

The humans played tricksies on me!! This is not water!!!! I do not like what is in the water bowl. This is just plain Nonsense!

Now I am watching the tennis match:

Happy is more interested in food. The humans said it was ok for Happy to lick the human utensils since they were already done eating. What the humans should have done was give us some PeopleFood. This is unfair!

Disturbance on the tennis courts (Happy). Happy would go out on the courts to retrieve the tennis balls. Silly people not wanting to play fetch!

I am enjoying spending time under the bench. Mom got a pic of me upside-down:

My Day at the Lake

It's not often that I go on big outings with the parents, but last weekend we all went to Lake Chabot for a long walk. I was sooo excited to go on a big walk. There were lots of people around and I got to sniff at various things.

Here we are, half way through the walk where the actual dam is. We had just turned around to go back the way we came from.


I was SOOO tired! I'm just not used to walks this long. I had to take a break to relax my legs. Actually, I had to take many breaks along the way.

My dad went into the port-o-potty. I wanted to go in there with him but he wouldn't let me in! But then I wondered why he completely disappeared, so I kept looking for him behind the port-o-potty. "Oh DADDDD, where did you goooooo?"

Ok, I must confess, though this is embarassing. I was absolutely exhausted beyond belief that my dad had to give me a lift. I'm so lucky dad is strong enough to hold me because I'm not light as a feather.

After getting back to the car, I was a happy camper. Long walks are not for me!! Give me a car ride anyday over a long exhausting walk.

I was even more happy to get home!

Do you like what chauffeurs me around? Well, ok, so mom and dad don't own this car. It was at the lake parked near our car. But, I'd say it would make a good Hana-car and I would most certainly look amazing in it, don't you agree? No doubt I'd be the most popular dog on the block.