Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year...

The Dog doesn't know it yet... he's schleeping off dinner... but, I have taken it upon myself to extend his Best Wishes to all you for a Healthy, Happy & Prosperous New Year...
and, I am sure, he will be more than ready to accept any gifts of bread in the new year! Gads.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Such a...

I often have to say to The Dog... when Moral Uplift & Verbal Reward are called for... 
that he is such a... splendore!!! This is Italian for "splendor" and it is pronounced as... splen-door-r-r-r-ay
Right now, The Dog has sniffed some schifezze... or, filthinesses, if that is a real word... provoking a series of night-time attacks of the trots. Out we would trot at 4:11AM & again at 6:42AM to allow The Dog to desperately grace some unsuspecting bush or grassy plot with his scariche... or, dumps, runny as they were. After the second trip, Moral Uplift had NOT DONE the trick. Shortly thereafter, a pill was forced down his Weimaraner gullet to solidify what needs to be solidified. The Dog, worn out from his nocturnal escapades, is schleeping... or sleeping. I could do with a nap myself. Gads.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Dog's Nature...

I feel, and this may be only me but, I think, The Dog might at least raise his head up to enjoy the surrounding Nature of our country place than always ramming his Weimaraner nose towards the ground.   
I want to tell The Dog... though it would be helpful if he were to stop what he is doing, look up at me and ABSORB My Kind Suggestion... that there ARE very interesting smells above the Grass Level. Gads.