I am SO sorry. WordPress the blog hosting site “upgraded” their site so the photos worked differently. I guess they think it is an improvement but it really slowed down putting pictures into the blogs. Instead of the old way of uploading photos from my computers pictures folder into the blog it had me download all of my pictures that I was using in the blogs to a file on their site…but this put too much on the site, (or my part of it anyway) and made it not work. It kept freezing my page.and made it near impossible to write the blog. So I erased the file on their site, never imagining it would also erase already published blog photos…but it did. Now the only thing I could do is to go back to each blog and one by one add the pictures back. Too much work especially sonce it would mean adding the pictures that froze the site in the first place. This may be the end of the blog. I don’t think it is recoverable…and I don’t think I will ever get to do a hard copy of it for a book.

Life Lesson: Don’t use WordPress

These are Spaghetti’s little paws when she was just 6 weeks old. She was just chillin’ out in her make shift crate, (yeah, a cardboard box, like some homeless guy..is that ok to say?) with her peep..a borrowed squeaky dude. I was like, “giiiirl you got to get a better place than that, you need a luxury condo crate if you are going to show off your feet like that to all of the world.

And this is Spaghetti eating with her foot in the food dish.  it is kinda’ Blechhh, who knows where those feert have been! But she is the kind of girl that just likes to, Dive Right In!

I am thinking the way dad like to take pictures of our feet that maybe he has some sort of foot fetish or something.  I mean he has SO many pictures of my paws as I got bigger. It is crazy!

look there is another “foot pic”  These are “Little Feet” . My paws are like this…..

Life Lesson: Your imagination may be able take you places but your feet do the work

This is Me and Spaghetti making our plan. It is a secret…we are planning to take over. We are going to jump daddy when he gets home and gain control of the Universe! We will be Masters of The Universe!

At first we were going to hire Vinny and Guido…..

But they wanted to many dog treats as payment, so we slept on it and conferred again, talked it out. and played real innocent like.

Then one day when HE came home we attacked!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 I held him down while Spaghetti was supposed to go for the jugular….but instead she just licked his face untill he gave up!, (she is such an innocent girl!)

I was hoping we would end up eating his bones! ……… But alas, ’twas not to be.

So for now we will not be ruling the universe, sigh. But at least he feeds us, buys us toys, plays with us, walks us, and serves us rather well, and he is a benevolent ruler.

Life Lesson: If you want to rule the universe first look around…you may already be ruling it!

These were me when I was 8 weeks old or there abouts. See how cute and good looking I am.  Now I have an ugly little sister, ugh, she is a real pain but I still love her. this is the little monster below.

So as everyone can plainly see I am much better looking. She is all wrinkly,  blockheaded, and stubby.

But toghether we’re  a team and when she gets big we are going to be able to play in the dog park, eat mom and dad out of house and home, drool all over the house and knock furniture over when we play inside, and of course poop a lot. We may even start our own fertilizer company!

Life Lesson: Family is family and is a team!

Ok, I just called the post that because I like the title. This is me, (Meatball) and my little pal Spaghetti ambushing our Dad when he came home.  We jumped him and are in the process of holding him down so he plays with us and doesn’t leave for so long again.

  I have noticed some thievery going on back at the ranch…mostly at my food dish, ‘er trough. I think I know who it may be,……

So Now I have to learn to share….

But I don’t want to! This little Spaghetti, (really just pastina at this point) is a real pain in the neck! She tries to take allof my stuff and is biting me all of the time. She bites my ears, my jowls, my nose, my legs, my everything! I try to fight her off nicely by pushing her around with my nose. Sometimes I can hold her leg in my mouth and drag her or even hold her head. I can scare her by going after her and stomping my feet and chasing. I am all Clint Eastwood like and all “Go ahead make my day!” or a “dog’s got to know his limitations” but after all of that she runs and hides, then comes right back at me. All of this is starting to make me hungry!…THEN she tries to eat MY food!

She’s little but has no fear to grab what she wants! It works ’cause she is cute.

Life Lesson: Be cute and gutsy, show Moxie and you can go far.

Life Lesson: What is now little can become Big!

Sorry I haven’t written in a while but the upgrade to WordPress really stinks and it makes it SO hard to write a post these days.  anyway……………

 My dad comes home today with some upstart “mini me” ‘cept it is a girl. Yeah, a pudgy little thick legged square headed bundle of adventure. He says it is Moms Valentine day present, but I think she is going to be daddy’s little girl, (Ok big little girl).

 Here is the story….. My dad goes to the vet this morning to get my  Heartguard heartworm medicine which he forgot to do last week. So, while he is there Vicky, (the receptionist)says she just got an English mastiff puppy. That starts the conversation all about us big gentle giants. My dad ends up asking if she was expensive and Vicky says, “No, someone in town just had 10 puppies and all they wanted was for them to go to good homes. ” You mean Free? So long story short, my dad calls the lady who by then has only 3 left and says he can be there in 20 minutes. He picks out this hot little number and drives it to my mom’s work at Orange Pediatric Care, (with offices on New Windsor and in Beacon) and has someone tell my mom to come out becasue my dad brouht Spaghetti for lunch.,..and the rest is history….well history to be written as we go.

Life Lesson: When by chance serendipity happens and all the starts aline and just fall into your lap, ya’ have to go for it!   Don’t squander precious time hemming and hawing, Just say YES.

Hi, I am back. I was just hanging out with my Mommy on the forbidden couch. You see that I really wasn’t on the couch much, I was more on my mommy who was on the couch. So it doesn’t count…..right?

I was having a chat with my dad. you see it all started when my mom gave me part of a ham, egg, and cheese sandwhich for breakfast and I only ate the ham and the bread. I spit out the egg. My dad was shocked. he had never heard of a dog not liking egg. Then he got to thinking that maybe I am allergic to eggs and maybe that is why I don’t like dog food, maybe there are eggs in it? SO, he decided to read the label.

Beef, beef products, brown rice, corn stuffs, blah, blah, blah….then down in the label….eggs? No. But it did say, “AnimalDigest“………………………………………………………………………….What the hell is “animal digest“????? Is it some sort of monthly animal periodical that after it is read it is shredded and put into the dog food?  Is it animal poop? food that has been digested and ‘er processed? My dad sounds like it is throw up. He said that they get the animals to eat some food and then before it hits the ol’ pooper canal, they make the animals throw it up after it has been digested, like a cows cud…………BLECH! EWWWW, ACHHHHHH, AAAGGGG! ………………………..REALLY!?

 He said he will email Purina and find out for me.

Animal digest….What set of freakin’ stupid moronic corporate brain decided that that was a good thing to put on a dog food label or in dog food??? Couldn’t they at the very least put a better name on it? Maybe something like “pre-chewed food”? or “ancient dinosaur innards”? I would feel so much better with the usual nebulous term “biproducts”.

ps. I just don’t like eggs.

Life Lesson: Don’t read the labels….or read them very, very carefully.

My friends Ryder and Diie’s Mom makes these. I’m not sure what magic is in them but my dad thinks they are full of Doggie Crack. He says that they may become the scourge of the pound and that she is a “pusher”. He says that she is like the Pied Piper and is seducing all of the dogs to fall under her spell to “NEED” her “products” likle they are some sort of addictive drug.  I believe he means that she is a noble human who bakes impossibly tatsty pieces of doggy heaven that hypnotizes me and makes me drool like …….well like a dog.

As you can see there is NO way I am letting this uber delightful cookie out of my sight! ..Hello doll, you look scrumptious! You doing anything later? How about you and I have a little snack thing? You look Yummy! Mmmmm.

…Let me bite your arms off.

Life Lesson: Nothing and I mean Nothing beats home made goodies!

ps. As you might have noticed…I killed two boxes earlier and left their carcass on the floor just to warn any other boxes. heh heh heh..

I am not allowed on the couch. I can, (an do) go everywhere else. But from day one I was taught NOT to go on the couch. …………as you can see I am becoming somewhat of a rebel.

Hey my mommy was on the couch. She goes on the couch all of the time. She practically lives on the couch. So I decided to be close to my mommy, real close, on top close. And you know what? It is comfy up there on the couch! especially on my mommy on the couch!

But all good things must come to an end. My mom and dad laughed a lot at my audacity of getting on the couch and the spontenaity of it all, that I did not hesitate and without qualms just jumped on top of my mom on the couch like it was a regular occurance and a natural thing that we just always do.

In the end after all of the laughter, I had to get off. It was fun while it lasted and maybe just maybe I broke the “couch barrier” where All Dogs and people can live together as one with equal rights and free access to all things comfy and cozy, without discrimination as a free society! Untill then I’ll just wait untill they are not home.

Life Lesson: Break down the barriers of convention by acting naturally and with a lightness of heart and laughter.