There is No Business Like Snow Business.


Contrary to what everyone else thinks, I LOVE the Snow! It is so cool!, It tastes good, It is fun to run around in. Great to play in, what else could everyone want?
Also I am fortunate…I already have a fur coat! So all of you anti-fur people get over it. I have mine and I am not giving it up!  If you want to throw blood on me, I’d rather you put it in a dish and let me drink it.

 At first I was kind of skeptical about the snow. I was inside looking at it fall and barking at it. When my daddy opened the door so I could go out I waited for him to go first and then I gingerly and with caution ventured out after him. Then WOW! this stuff is great!

We went for a walk and played and had all sorts of fun. The air is so fresh, ahhhhh. We even had a little snowball fight. I am Meatball and I have a Snowball, (I snuck one inside without my daddy knowing. It kinda’ fits in my mouth and no one can tell.

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And here is us playing.

 

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Life Lesson: Other than your basic needs, (air, food, water, shelter, family and friends) There is Nothing more important than Playing!

Taba Taba Ching Ching


 Ok, Ok, for all of those who speak Tagaolg, ( not me, and I am not even sure I spelled that right either) I believe it is supposed ot be “taBAT, Ching Ching”. strong accent on the Bat, (baht) of the tabat and then ching ching. But to my dad it just sounds “better”, i.e. more melodius by saying it “TAba taba ching ching” . I think it means something to the effect of cute and fat…maybe like chubby.

I am saying this because I went to the vet the other day and I checked out A OK. My blood came back good and my poop too. BUT, the vet said I had a little too much on my ribs. Apparently she would like me to have my ribs showing a bit more than they do. That came as a bit of a shock to my dad as he feels I am a very picky eater and don’t eat all that much, (yeah people are suprised…they think I eat my parents out of house and home).

So after a long talk with my dad we both kind of figured that A). I eat what I need and in this heat when I am not very active I eat less, so dad, don’t freak out if I go with out eating. and B). The vet was probably trying to scare my dad into making sure I don’t get fat because it is probably the worst thing for me, my joints, and my  heart.

ps. You can still see my ribs a bit, so it isn’t like I am some porker, ….just a little “taba taba ching ching”. I kinda’ like the ring to that.

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Life Lesson: Worry about your health not your weight.

Its All About ME!


Hi, My name is Meatball. I am a DOG, but I am not just a dog. I am so much more. I am a stubborn, spoiled, diva, dog. Ok, there I said it. Yes, I have needs and my humans are in charge of satisfying them. Hmmm, I am kinda’, like a democrat. Yeah, I am entitled! Where is my Xbox? Where is my I-phone? Where is my tax return?  I am not worried about Mitt Romney,  I have a saftey net…………..mom and dad!

(the preceding opinions are not neccisarily the opinions of this station and are intended for the sole use barking dog talk)

I am a spoiled diva. I get to sit around the house all day, people come in to feed me, ( my humans are trained), and they also walk me and take me places. I must say though  that I do have a job, ( I am not very good at it yet, ’cause I am still a puppy, so I am in training…cut me some slack, eh)….oooh, did ya’ get that “eh” at the end? that was me speaking Canadian!    Anyway where was I, Oh yeah, my job is to protect the house. I bark at all the strangers that come close to our domain.

Today I was especially well rewarded. When my dad came home I got to go out. while we were out walking I met a very nice lady ina car who stopped and talked to me, rubbed my head too. Then I met a couple of neighbors. I got to play with Russ from across the street. THEN, my dad took me for a long walk, we walked all the way to the ball field where he took me off the leash and we ran and ran and ran! Woohooooooo! Thats not all! for dinner I got some leftover steak with the steak juice, ( ok, blood) and some rice and a little bit of veggies in my food.  After that I got o nap and play, play and nap. Like WOW, isn’t life great sometimes?

Like I said, “my humans are trained…well trained.”

Life Lesson: There is no place like home.