You explain it...

I have the littlest nose in this house but the loudest snore.

Go figure.

grumblings from the stomach o' peanut

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The P Word

I know that I'm not, but I like it when they still call me puppy.

Who wouldn't?

Seriously, I'm getting old

Today I came face to face with a reality - It's too high for me this bed.

I can't jump like I use to. I have to wind up like a major league pitcher, heave my lamb and rice filled belly into the air and pray that I can get at least two paws up on the mattress.

It's humilating. What ever happened to sleeping bags?

To amuse them

I often run around the house and jump and bark and drool to amuse my owners. One of the best tricks I have learned is to get really excited about my "treat."

Every day they shake a bottle and entice me with what is supposed to be a treat. It's a vitamin. It's a musty, dusty, tan pellet of a vitamin.

I know this. But they don't know that I know this and it makes them happy.

A good day

A good day is when someone chases me around the house and tries to yank my toy from me.

A good day is finding a scrap of beef under the couch. A good day is going for a ride in the red pick up with my head out the window (this rarely happens).


A VERY good day is when my ears don't itch and the grass man leaves the gate open.

It's all in the nub

You may ask yourself, peanut, why is your tail so short and stumpy?

Truth be told I can't recall. I think I may have chewed it off or perhaps it was stunted from birth (I'm not very large to begin with or at least I'm not very tall).

Whatever the case. It doesn't not matter because I can wiggle my "nub" in such a manner that no one even notices it isn't fluffy.