Want to go for a walk?

I am always up for a walk. There are so many smells and things to see.

Plus, sometimes I get M all to myself.

Purple Monkey Tragedy

My purple monkey [seen in mouth] has been my favorite toy since coming to NY. Sadly, it has lost an ear and even though M keeps sewing it back up I saw her pick up some of its innards and then she told T that it might be time to get rid of the monkey.

What's a dog to do? Sure, I have other toys but none so loved and favored as the little purple monkey of my youth...

Dogs & Sunburns

We all know how much I like to lay in the sun. M calls me a lizard when I do that. I don't know if I should feel insulted or not.

But, did you know that dogs can get sunburned just like people can? Dogs are especially susceptible to sunburn if they have lighter noses and ears or if they have short hair. Bellies on the beach tend to sunburn quickly because of the reflection of the sun from the sand.

Caution should be used when taking us to the beach or allowing us to bask in the sun for too long. Using a light protective clothing [like the stylish shirt I have on in this picture] protects the body from excess sun exposure. A hypoallergenic sunscreen is also effective on the nose and ears.

As much as I love the sun, I realize too much of a good thing can lead to pain. In this case, sunburn pain! Moderation will be my motto this year. Anyone up for a game of beach volleyball? So there's still snow on the ground. One can plan.

Big Dog- no, REALLY big dog!

This is Kava. She is a Great Dane that belongs to Big T and M's son who lives in Florida.

They are all making a big deal out of her recent dog show win but I don't know how I feel about her notoriety. To be perfectly honest with you, she scares me! She is so big. When I visit I have to stay in a little cage for my own protection. I think if I weren't so fast she would make a chew toy out of me.

Sometimes I am a Sneek...

This is me being very quiet in an old stone house in Pennsylvania. It was once a girl's dormitory for a private girl's school. Now it's some big corporate convention center and the rooms are used for executives. Big T had to go there on business and invited M and me to go along.

We had a wonderful trip but I knew something was up when I heard Big T and M whispering about me. It seems that "my kind" was not to be welcomed. Big T and M didn't quite know what to do so they put me down in a very big over sized LL Bean canvas tote that M had and snuck me into the room. They said I had to be very quiet.

They loved the room and M even said she could stay there forever. She slept great but I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking that there must be something strange about a place that didn't like dogs so I pretended during the night I had to go outside. Big T stuffed me down in the bag again. I wondered what all the fuss was about and so I stuck my little head up to see over the top of the bag but I couldn't see anything special at all. Anyway, I trickled a little pee so Big T wouldn't get suspicious and then settled down in the bottom of the bag so I could go back to the room. I slept fine after that.

Winter Blues

I just can't get out of bed. Maybe it is because of all of the snow and now the spring thaw. There is slush and muck everywhere it seems. I hear there is another storm coming this week-end. It is enough to make a dog just want to pull the covers over her head and go back to sleep.

No Man Knows My History

My current family didn't know me as a puppy. Those are memories that belong to some family in Florida who later put me in a shelter.

Barbara Bishop rescued me and took me to her home where I became adored and loved by her husband. I loved living there. I would sit out next to my human while he just relaxed and had a drink and we would survey our little kingdom. I would chase off the annoying lizards that were everywhere along with an occasional squirrel or bird. When he found out he had cancer he made his daughter promise to take me to her house when he died.

So, in February of 2006 I left my sunny home and flew to Upstate New York. I remain, to this day, a Diva Dog.