Friday, November 6, 2009

Housekeeping Items




Mum says I need to clarify a couple of points, so let's begin shall we?

First, "someone" did not just come up with the muffin tin game. That "someone" is Moose who lives at http://dewdana.blogspot.com/ so you should definitely stop by and say hi to the Moose-meister.

Second, I am not caged all the time and I do get to take my cone off. (See above photo for confirmation).

Third, I am not actually starving. I have gotten a deer hoof, rawhide chewies, carrots and celery to stave off my hunger pangs in addition to my regular meals.

I hope this straightens out any misconceptions you may have from reading of my world-famous blog. And the only reason I am publishing this entry is because my Mother made me.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored - Dozer

Bored? Oh surely you jest (I am sure you are catching my canine sarcasm). I may be dead by the weekend from sheer boredom. I cannot daydream any more and I know every inch of my cage.

Mum took someone's suggestion to make a game using a muffin pan and 12 tennis balls. She hid treats under some tennis balls and challenged me to find the treats. Oh really...Mum, I'm a corgi! I could play tennis if I wanted to.


This was the start of the game. Note the action shot - I tore through this challenge.


I sniffed out the treats.


Then I started removing said treats. Sorry Coop, this is my game!


I said 'move it' Coop, this is my game! I mean it.


Dang dammit! Leave my pink tennis ball alone!

Well that was 3 minutes of entertainment. Just 23 hours and 57 minutes more to go...

Monday, November 2, 2009

Finally Something Happy - Dozer & Cooper

Cooper won the Canine Halloween Contest at the Casbah Kitten (click here to visit). We almost wet our puppy pants when the box arrived over the weekend. Check out the kitty paw prints! BOL!

And more pawprints with the paper! AWESOME!

We got a stuffed pumpkin, organic cookies and Halloween Pez dispenser with candies.


This is Jane, the new CEO of The Casbah Kitten corporation.


We thing the kits over at The Casbah Kitten rock. They donate a portion of their sales each month to a good cause, which we think is the best. I got the pumpkin to play with (Dozer) and Coop gets it next to lick to death.

Thank you Casbah Kits! We love you!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Please Release Me...Let Me Go! - Dozer

This incarceration is so against the Geneva Convention, but because I am a dog, no one from the Red Cross has come to check on me. Check out my accomodations, pretty sterile yes?


Yes, I have a bed, but does it match my blue color scheme?
No, of course not.

This is me looking out at the world. Everything is passing me by.

If you whine long enough your parents will build a make-believe crate in the family room so you can be by them. This worked beautifully. Once they became complacent, I encouraged them to take the crate outside on the deck by telling them I was probably low on Vitamin D and could stand a sun bath.

I let them think I was tired and wanted nothing more than to take in some sun and rest.


Once they decided I was fine by myself, I managed to break down the cage and escaped out through the side yard of the house and out to the driveway. It was great listening to Mum scream "Dozer!" and Dad asking "Is Dozer out?" (well obviously, do you think Mum would be screaming my name because she was happy with me? not likely). Unfortunately Dad caught me and I was taken back into the house and put back in the locking cage in the living room.

Howie PeePants - You'se Mum mentioned something about small meatloafs, can you ask her when she is going to send them to me? The vets put me on a diet because I am sedentary and I am only getting 3/4 a cup of fud a day (yes, I said a day!) I am already weak and the time change has really upset my clock so I think it is meal time every hour now.

Friday, October 30, 2009

I am Home but I am not Happy - Dozer


So's Mum picked me up yesterday and spent a bunch of time with my doctor, Jennifer. I have to do those stupid exercises again. And I have to wear this stupid donut around my neck too.

I am not supposed to put any weight on my leg for 8 weeks while it heals because I could break the bone. And I have to be in my cage.

When I am allowed out I have to have a sling around my mid-section so Mum can hold my leg off the ground.

Every 3-4 hours Mum is going to run home from work and put frozen peas (in the bag) on my knee to reduce the swelling and do some of those stupid exercises.

This sucks. And I am not happy. Hence the reason I tried to bite Mum's hand this morning when she started those stupid exercises.

Someone send me a file so I can saw my way through these bars and escape.